Chapter 230

The next day, Zhang Fan suggested to Wen He to give everyone a long vacation first and let Ye Buliang stop for two days.

Especially Old Yu; he can't stay in Yujing City.

After all, Xu Qinglai and Lan Tingzhu of Mount Qingcheng came for him back then; now that they are dead, it's not guaranteed that they won't find Old Yu.

For this, Old Yu had no opinion.

He also didn't expect that the disciples of Mount Qingcheng would actually die in Yujing City.

Although Zhang Fan tried his best to guarantee that it had nothing to do with him, Old Yu looked at him with indescribable gratitude, as if the gratitude could not be repaid even if he were a cow or a horse in the next life.

To this, Old Yu said nothing; a simple thank you would only appear insincere.

Old Yu left; Bai Buran had sold a fish pond near Maoshan many years ago, which is not too far from Yujing City, and there is care for coming and going, specially left for Old Yu to avoid disaster.

Now, it just happens to be useful.

As for Jiang Hu, he is at Maoshan and doesn't need to come back for the time being, and can still take care of Old Yu.

Wen He and Jiang Lai both stayed in Yujing; they were not deeply involved, so it didn't matter.

"The disciples of Mount Qingcheng are dead, which is fine, but Meng Qinghuan is no ordinary person. I heard that the capital has already sent a working group, which should arrive in these two days."

This day, Zhang Fan talked to Fang Changle on the phone and learned the latest news from him.

Meng Qinghuan's death was like a giant rock sinking into a lake, a stone stirring up a thousand waves.

Zhang Fan knew that the short tranquility now indicates the coming storm.

In the coming days, Yujing City is destined not to be peaceful.

"I'm going to retreat."

This day, Zhang Fan stayed indoors and locked himself in his room.

He took out the 【Jin Xia Treasure Box】 and comprehended it for a long time.

This is his hope for combining gods; back then, the 【Three-Corpse Daoist】 succeeded in combining gods by relying on this treasure box and finally practiced 【Three-Corpse Illumination Fate】.

However, the 【Jin Xia Treasure Box】 is too threatening; even Zhao Jiexuan back then did not comprehend the mystery within.

Since obtaining this treasure, Zhang Fan has also put in a lot of effort, but still has no harvest.

"Still have to work hard on the memories of the Three-Corpse Daoist."

Zhang Fan was lost in thought; he took a piece of skin from the drawer, blew a mouthful of true yang into it, and it turned into a human figure; it was none other than 【Zhang Beijiang】.

After the Xiong family of Yinshan repaired it, they sent it back.

Zhang Fan likes to use 【Zhang Beijiang】 to protect the law during his retreat; firstly, the strength is sufficient, and ordinary High Merit are not his opponents; secondly, it is sincere enough and has no self-consciousness.

"Let's start."

Zhang Fan sat in meditation, and his soul-aspect entered the deepest part of his inner scene.

The dark sky was endless, the night was long, accompanied by the sound of heavy chains colliding, coming from the deepest part of the soul-aspect's inner scene.

"Here again."

In the darkness, the huge figure moved slowly, making the sound of heavy chains colliding intense.

"Come on."

Zhang Fan held his breath and concentrated; exploring the memories of the Three-Corpse Daoist is like an adventure, and the soul-aspect has the risk of being buried in time at any time.

However, this is also a kind of tempering for his soul-aspect, just like forging swords;

Surviving again and again, the edge becomes sharper.

Splash...

In the dark night, the huge figure suddenly dissolved, like a flood breaking a dam, turning into a surging tide, surging over.

Zhang Fan's soul-aspect soared, pouncing on the surging tide, watching the endless flowing light flickering, galloping around his body.

His soul-aspect raised his hand and grabbed a stream of light at will, easily pinching it to explode; the vortex formed, wrapped in the chaotic light of time, sucked him in.

In an instant, a segment of the Three-Corpse Daoist's memory slowly unfolded before Zhang Fan's soul-aspect!!

The vast starry night, the moon is like a constant.

The great river flows like gold, scarlet blood flows at will, staining the moon's reflection in the waves.

Corpses fell in the desolate suburbs, letting the cold wind blow, letting the heavy snow fly.

Under the moonlight, a young man wearing cloth clothes, barefoot, stepped on the snow; he swept coldly over the corpses all over the ground, sat down by himself, and said nothing.

Beside him, a little Daoist boy's body heaved violently, and the rough breath he exhaled turned into a white practice, slowly dissipating in the air.

His Daoist robe was stained with blood, and it was not known whose it was.

At this moment, the little Daoist boy stumbled and sat paralyzed on the ground.

"Hehe, all dead..."

Just at this moment, a large black dog checked all the corpses, sticking out its tongue, grinning and laughing.

Its eyes flowed, looking at the little Daoist boy, squinting its eyes and saying: "Little Mute, your Golden Light Curse is practiced well; killing people is as simple as drinking water, you kill often, right."

"Fart your dog fart, Daoist master is killing people for the first time..." The little Daoist boy spat.

"Also, Daoist master's big name is Chu Chaoran; if you bark again, I will peel your dog skin to make a hat."

The little Daoist boy threatened fiercely.

"Killing people for the first time and having such skills, you are a natural killer." The large black dog praised.

In the wind and snow, one man, one dog, one Daoist boy.

At this moment, the scene seemed to continue the memory Zhang Fan peeked at last time; the Three-Corpse Daoist in his youth met the young Chu Chaoran for the first time; the latter was caught by the former, brought that large black dog, and almost walked through half of China, eating and living together, and soon entered the boundary of Yujing City.

Last time, the Three-Corpse Daoist in his youth suddenly had a problem while practicing; the young Chu Chaoran endured all the way and finally seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to rise up and make trouble.

Now it seems that his uprising failed back then, and he was still suppressed; this one man, one dog, and one Daoist boy seemed to have walked all the way again, not knowing what kind of expert they encountered, fighting here, blood staining the great river.

"A-Yan!"

Just at this moment, the Three-Corpse Daoist called out, his palm raised slightly, and soul-aspects were like flowing light, held between his five fingers, making miserable screams.

"Master!"

The large black dog turned into a residual shadow, sitting straight in front of the Three-Corpse Daoist, sticking out its tongue, drooling, full of excitement and expectation.

The Three-Corpse Daoist chuckled and immediately threw out two soul-aspects; the large black dog opened its mouth fiercely, and its sharp teeth shone with cold light under the moonlight, like blades crossing, easily biting the two soul-aspects.

Slurp...

The large black dog rolled its tongue and swallowed the two soul-aspects into its abdomen.

The next moment, a "rumbling" loud noise came from the large black dog's abdomen, like rolling thunder; immediately after, its whole body hair stood up, shining with oily light, and the bright moonlight splashed on it, like a layer of silver brilliance, slowly seeping into its body.

"Dao Method Demon Refining!?"

Chu Chaoran raised his eyebrows, looked at the large black dog, and couldn't help but reveal a strange expression.

How could he not see that this large black dog before him looked ordinary, but actually practiced the orthodox Xuan sect, Daoist methods.

Being able to refine Dao methods with a demon body, the creation in this is unimaginable.

"Little guy, you have some insight, worthy of being a little disciple of Mount Zhenwu." The Three-Corpse Daoist chuckled; he looked at the large black dog, his eyes shining with essence, as if admiring an incredible masterpiece.

Not a strange species of mountain and sea, but refining Daoist methods.

Such a large black dog, it didn't exist in the past, and it won't exist in the future.

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Suddenly, the large black dog let out a long howl, the sound like thunder, making people's scalp numb, blood surging, and the power was not below the Daoist thunder method.

"Soul-aspect is wine, the more you drink, the more you have." The large black dog stuck out its tongue and looked at the Three-Corpse Daoist with hope.

The Three-Corpse Daoist chuckled, took off the gourd at his waist, pulled out the stopper, and splashed it into the air.

Whoosh...

The large black dog's small abdomen suddenly shriveled, its chest heaved, and it took a fierce breath; the void seemed to sink, the wild wind surged, rolling the splashed wine, turning into a line, and flew directly into the large black dog's mouth.

Smack... smack...

The large black dog smacked its taste, then turned and walked towards the corpses by the great river.

It sniffed with its nose for a long time before stopping beside a sturdy and clean corpse.

"Little Mute's craftsmanship is good, not bloody at all." The large black dog praised.

This corpse had no wounds at all.

As he spoke, the large black dog looked at Chu Chaoran and said very sincerely: "Do you want to have two bites together?" "I thank your whole family." Chu Chaoran furrowed his eyebrows, and his stomach couldn't help but churn.

"A-Yan, go to the forest next to you."

The Three-Corpse Daoist greeted, and the large black dog bit the corpse and ran to the dense forest next to it.

"Do you want to have one too?"

The Three-Corpse Daoist raised his hand, shaking the soul-aspect in his hand, and invited very generously.

Chu Chaoran was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and said: "Evil path, I don't want it."

"Really? Two days ago when I suppressed you, I took advantage of when you weren't awake and already fed you; you were like drinking milk, unable to stop." The Three-Corpse Daoist chuckled.

"Fart!"

Chu Chaoran blushed, stared fiercely at the Three-Corpse Daoist, and after a while, tentatively asked: "Did you really feed me?"

"Hahaha, guess."

In the version where there is no error/p>

"I won't guess." Chu Chaoran raised his eyebrows, actually instantly restraining his thoughts, no longer entangled.

This made the Three-Corpse Daoist look at him differently; this little ghost showed a temperament and character that did not match his youth.

"Aren't you a Wu Wei demon person? Why are the people chasing you so mixed?"

Just at this moment, Chu Chaoran looked at the Three-Corpse Daoist and stared.

Among those corpses, there were both Daoist experts and Wu Wei demon people, gathered from all sides, chaotic and extraordinary.

"Daoist people want to kill me because I am a person of the Wu Wei Gate."

"Wu Wei Gate people want to kill me because I was once a person of the Daoist sect." The Three-Corpse Daoist said lightly.

"..."

Chu Chaoran was speechless for a moment, and after a long silence, said: "What kind of person are you?"

"My family name is Zhang."

"Zhang family of Mount Long Hu!?" Chu Chaoran was surprised.

"No statue was erected in the human world, the ancestor was compassionate and gave a hollow name..."

The Three-Corpse Daoist murmured softly, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face; such a smile was as cold as frost.

Disciples of the Zhang family of Mount Long Hu can only be given a true name after 【Sealing God and Erecting Statue】.

But he was not sealed as a god or erected as a statue, and was abandoned by the ancestor.

"Zhang Kongming... this is the name Long Hu Mountain gave me..." The Three-Corpse Daoist said lightly.

Such a name was like a curse, completely severing his last feelings with Long Hu Mountain.

"You are actually a disciple of the Zhang family of Mount Long Hu." Chu Chaoran's expression was strange, staring at the Three-Corpse Daoist.

"You little brat, what kind of look is that? Young, yet old-fashioned." The Three-Corpse Daoist glanced sideways.

"The Zhang family of Mount Long Hu and the Wu Wei Gate have deep hatred; their disciples have rebelled, shouldn't the Wu Wei Gate set off firecrackers, beat gongs and drums, and worship you like a mascot?" Chu Chaoran changed the subject and asked suspiciously.

"You are really a natural bad seed." The Three-Corpse Daoist looked deeply at the young Chu Chaoran.

According to Chu Chaoran's train of thought, the identity of the Three-Corpse Daoist is simply a sharp weapon to disgust the Zhang family of Mount Long Hu; he doesn't need to do anything, just put it there, and it's enough to make the Long Hu Mountain people scold the street in their dreams.

Under normal circumstances, this is indeed a matter of course.

However...

"The bad thing is that my Daoist name is Three-Corpse."

"Hmm? What's the problem?" Chu Chaoran asked suspiciously.

"Hehe, little ghost, it turns out there are things you don't know; you are really young and ignorant."

The Three-Corpse Daoist grinned, pressed Chu Chaoran's head, and rubbed it to death.

"Stop, Daoist master is not a plaything." Chu Chaoran protested.

The Three-Corpse Daoist slowly stopped, said lightly: "The founding ancestor of the Wu Wei Gate, his Daoist name was Three-Corpse."

"Hmm!?" Chu Chaoran's expression narrowed slightly.

"Three-Corpse Daoist... this name has been passed down for generations in the Wu Wei Gate, and only the sect masters of past generations can inherit this name."

"You mean to say..."

"My Daoist name is Three-Corpse, which is inheriting the great position of the Wu Wei Gate sect master... those people are afraid that one day I will return to the ancestral temple of the Wu Wei Gate; by then, the overall situation will be decided, and no matter who it is, they will have to bow down and call themselves subjects." The Three-Corpse Daoist chuckled.

"No wonder everyone wants you dead." Chu Chaoran suddenly realized.

"Everyone wants you dead, then you really deserve to die."

"..."

The Three-Corpse Daoist pondered for a moment, nodded unexpectedly: "You are right, everyone wants me dead, so they are all good people."

"Hmm!?" Chu Chaoran was stunned.

"They think my edge is not sharp enough, not fast enough, so they use their own lives to be my whetstone."

The Three-Corpse Daoist grinned, looking at the corpses by the great river.

"This statement is like entering the demon path." Chu Chaoran bowed.

"Little brat, you are pretending with me again."

The Three-Corpse Daoist glanced sideways, raised his hand, and pinched Chu Chaoran's small face.

"Pain!" Chu Chaoran screamed.

"Do you know why I told you so much?" The Three-Corpse Daoist did not let go, leaned into Chu Chaoran's ear, and chuckled.

"Why?" Chu Chaoran's eyes seemed to have tears spinning; it was really painful to the heart and lungs.

"Because you will be a dead person sooner or later."

"See? One day I'll let you be a snack for A-Yan like them." The Three-Corpse Daoist used force on his hand, pinching Chu Chaoran's face fiercely, laughing incomparably happily.

At this moment, the young Chu Chaoran didn't scream anymore.

"Hmm!? Why don't you scream?" The Three-Corpse Daoist wondered.

"Are you scaring a child?" The young Chu Chaoran stared fiercely.

"You'd better let the large black dog gnaw all my bones, otherwise I will clean you up sooner or later."

Chu Chaoran raised his small fist and gritted his teeth: "I am irreconcilable with evil."

"Hehe, interesting..."

The Three-Corpse Daoist laughed, let go of his hand, looked at the young Chu Chaoran, and laughed even more happily.

"Heroes always come from troubled times, how can there be ordinary people in peace... little ghost, if you don't die, your future will be limitless."

"Need you to say!?" Chu Chaoran said lightly.

"Such troubled times, there will always be a few names, like those great stars shining, flowing down to future generations without extinguishing..."

The Three-Corpse Daoist looked at the vast dome, looking at the shining stars, and a different brilliance appeared in his pupils.

Chu Chaoran looked at him, looking at the eternal stars reflected in his pupils.

"Perhaps, there will be your name and mine." The Three-Corpse Daoist chuckled.

"Whether there will be my name, I don't know." Chu Chaoran shook his head: "If there is yours, it will definitely be stinking for ten thousand years."

"Really want to tear your mouth." The Three-Corpse Daoist laughed loudly.

"We have to pull up a team first, let those who know us be terrified, and hear our names and be scared to the point of not being able to walk..."

"Don't 'we' 'we' me, I'm not familiar with you." Chu Chaoran retorted.

"Before the sect masters of the Wu Wei Gate in past generations achieved great supernatural powers, they all had guardians, named the Thirteen Zodiacs; I have to find thirteen partners." The Three-Corpse Daoist murmured softly.

"I know, thirteen stinky bugs." Chu Chaoran said disdainfully.

"Thirteen Zodiacs, with Person as the head." Chu Chaoran grinned, looking at the young Chu Chaoran beside him.

"How about you come and be my Person Xiao."

"Person Xiao Chu Chaoran!"

The Three-Corpse Daoist pinched Chu Chaoran's small face and laughed heartily.

(End of chapter)