Beiyin Great Sage

  Chapter 168 Encountering Origin Star Again

   Zhou Jia has a strong figure, and his ax and shield weigh hundreds of catties, which is hard to ignore even for high-level warriors.

  Exercising lightness kung fu is even more cumbersome.

  At this time, he was like catkins, fluttering in the wind.

  With just a light touch on the foot, the whole person is like a leaf gliding in the wind, flying forward silently and swiftly.

  One flash is several feet.

  Besides the arable land outside the city, the dense jungle and the disorderly growth of tree branches could not slow down his movement.

  The farmers and mountain people in the past only felt a blur before they disappeared.

  Like a ghost!

   "Shua!"

  The figure flickered and fell lightly on the top of the tree.

  The leaves bowed slightly under the force, but the branches seemed not to be aware of it, and they still swayed with the wind without feeling heavy at all.

   Zhou Jia put his hands behind his back, looked down with his head down, with an indifferent expression.

  Often taking the juice of the grass, his body seems to be fully open, transparent and smooth, and the source of power is surging, almost not restricted by the body.

   Coupled with the blessing of listening to the wind, you can feel the flow of wind in the air.

  This also makes his light-weight exercises more subtle, changeable, and able to do whatever he wants.

   can be fast!

   can be light!

   Can slow down!

   "Hoo..."

  The clothes fluttered in the wind, and Zhou Jia's figure quietly fell from the top of the tree, stepping on the soft fallen leaves without making any sound.

  Strong body, invisible coercion, so that the surrounding birds and insects are all silenced.

not far away.

  A corpse was sitting close to a tree, and a sword stood beside the corpse.

  Half of the corpse was scorched black like carbon, and half of the body was colorful, with a hideous and distorted face. One could tell that he had endured great pain before death.

  Qin Guyan!

   He died after all.

  The cause of death was not the fire mine that detonated under the bedroom, but the poisoned arrow in the hands of the hidden guard.

  If it was Huolei alone, he would have been seriously injured at most, but when he fled, he was stabbed in the back, and after being poisoned, there was no cure.

  In this case, continuing to carry it is undoubtedly a burden.

   As a last resort.

  The fugitives left him behind.

   Zhou Jia was not at all surprised by this result.

  The secret guards of the Tianhu gang are all the elite of the gang, most of them are masters of the seventh rank or above, and they usually deal with Qin Guyan's fathers, tenth rank masters.

   It is easy to encircle and suppress a few juniors with leisure and waiting for work.

   "Ho **** ho..."

   "Crack!"

  A strange sound came from the corpse.

  The dead body suddenly straightened up, its neck twisted, and a pair of lifeless eyes stared at Zhou Jia.

"Well…"

  The sudden change did not move Zhou Jia.

  He looked up at the blood moon in the sky, and with a wave of his hand, the double-edged ax shot out from behind in a flash, penetrated into the chest of the corpse, and nailed the corpse to the tree.

   Inside the blade of the axe, thunder burst out.

   "Boom!"

  Electric light shone, sweeping away all evil spirits, and the violent force tore apart everything around, and the mutated corpse immediately turned into fly ash.

  Leaving only an electric axe, he went deep into the tree trunk.

   Zhou Jia stepped forward, raised his hand and pulled out the sword beside him, flicked it lightly, and it made a clang.

  Although this sword is not a black iron black weapon, it is no longer an ordinary weapon. Cutting iron like mud is a top-notch weapon.

  Bumping the sword in his hand, he pulled out the double-edged axe, glanced into the depths of the dense forest, and walked back with a calm expression.

  Long time.

   Not far away, the ground trembled slightly, and the pale Fu Qiwu jumped out of the ground.

   Another two women and one man showed up one after another.

   "Stay true!"

   Half of the cheeks were covered with scalded white phoenix eyes, crying in a low voice, and her delicate body fell to the ground weakly, trembling again and again.

   "Let's go!"

  Fu Qiwu covered his chest and coughed twice:

   "If he finds something wrong and comes back, none of us can escape."

   "Brother." Fu Shuyi said in a low voice, with a cautious voice:

   "Is that person so powerful?"

  Fu Qiwu's face darkened.

  He has been in the tenth rank for seven years, and he has a profound background. He will soon be able to hit the black iron, and the martial arts he has learned are also extraordinary.

  Ask yourself, even if you are facing a master who has just entered the black iron, you still have the strength to resist.

  Before this trip, he even felt that the plan was superfluous, as long as he took action, he would definitely be able to win Zhou Jia and force the opponent to release him.

  In order to prevent the other party from putting all their eggs in one basket, they let other people make the first move to lure away the guards around Zhou Jia, so there is nothing wrong with it.

   Never thought about…

  Fu Qiwu narrowed his eyes, and his eyes were frightened.

  The man's aura was strong and his ax technique was terrifying, like a strong man of black iron. He had little power to resist in front of the opponent.

  The strength he was once proud of was crushed by others.

  Under the circumstances at that time, I am afraid that no one will be able to see that he who is struggling in front of Zhou Jia is actually the famous Black Eagle, who once despised a certain black iron master.

  Ace?

  His face was bitter, and his heart was full of chills:

   "Let's go!"

   "Ahem..."

   "Fortunately, this person's lightness kung fu is not very good, otherwise we will not escape. Maybe there is some strange blood in Zhou's body?"

"never mind!"

  Fu Qiwu waved his hand:

   "Go back to the Eagle's Nest first."

  He was seriously injured after carrying the opponent's ax a few times, and even watched his brother die tragically, so he doesn't want to talk about it now.

  Fu Shuyi nodded, helped Bai Feng who was crying weakly, and fled towards the distance.

  The figures of several people disappeared in the blink of an eye.

   After a while.

  A figure lightly landed on the ground, looking at the direction in which they were going away, with thoughtful eyes.

   It was Zhou Jia who came.

  He pondered for a while, and stepped forward, faster and more agile than the others.

Shortly after.

  Somewhere at the foot of a mountain.

  Zhou Jia stopped, looked up at the mountain peak wrapped in thick white mist, narrowed his eyes, and there was a sense of surprise in his eyes.

   Yuan Xing!

  In my mind, Apocalypse flickered slightly.

   Discover the source star!

   Discover the source star!

  …

   "Unexpected."

  He murmured in a low voice:

   "There is no place to find when you break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it."

   "I have searched almost the whole of Shicheng, except for the one on Lei Batian's body, I have never sensed the origin star, and there is one here."

  However, judging from the twinkling brightness of Apocalypse, the distance is still far away, and it should be hidden in the thick cloud and fog.

   The mist is weak, so it should be dispersed with a wave of hands.

   But the fog here is very strange, as if imprisoned by an invisible force, the wind will not disperse, and it will not move.

inside of.

   is even more weird.

  Even listening to the characteristics of the wind, it is difficult to hear what is inside. The fog seems to confuse people's perception, which is why Zhou Jia stopped.

   "Eagle's Nest..."

  He turned his body slightly, looked at a vigilant mountain dweller with a hunting knife in his hand, a medicine basket and a bow and arrow on his back, and bowed his hands politely:

   "Dare to ask my husband, where is this place?"

   "You came here, don't you know?" The mountain people had just left the bushes when they encountered such a strange person, and they were already on guard.

   Now take a step back and say:

   "This is Yunwu Mountain."

   "I see." Zhou Jia nodded:

   "Thank you!"

  The sound fell, and the whole person disappeared in place.

  He has also heard of the name of Yunwu Mountain, one of the two major fog scenes near Shicheng, which is juxtaposed with the Wudao sub-rudder of Tianshui Village.

   Previously.

  He also passed by nearby, but he didn't get close. After all, there are rumors that there are many ferocious beasts here, and sometimes even black iron monsters appear.

   Moreover, in the huge Yunwu Mountain, I am afraid that it is only here that you can perceive the source star on it, and other places will not feel it if it is too far away.

   Thanks to someone leading the way.

  Seeing the sudden disappearance of the figure, the mountain people were startled, took a step back hastily, and rushed into the forest in a panic, disappearing without a trace.

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   "Drive!"

   "Drive!"

  The cavalry drove slowly towards the city gate. When they were less than a mile away from the city gate, the rider in the front lightly pulled the reins to slow down.

   "My lord."

  Peg looked back:

   "There seems to be something happening ahead?"

   "Yes." Zhou Jia nodded, and ordered calmly:

   "Looking at it personally in the past, it should be handled by our own people."

"Yes!"

  Pei Geying, with a wave of his hand, one of them galloped over on his horse.

   not long.

   "Master!"

  The rider returns and reports back:

   "Not long ago, Deputy Chief Qiu was besieged and killed in South Smoke Valley by people from Tianshui Village. The leader was furious and captured some Tianshui Village masters alive."

   "Now, to be executed in public!"

   "Execute?" Zhou Jia looked up:

   "But there is another way?"

   While speaking, a group of people rode their horses around the chaotic crowd and headed towards the city gate. In the distance, many members of the Tianhu Gang could be seen coming and going.

   A busy scene.

   "There is a saying."

  The rider nodded:

   "The captured people are all well-known big men in Tianshui village, and there are two black iron strongmen among them, who have lost their martial arts now."

   "The gang leader announced that one person will be killed every day."

   "As a warning to others!"

   Kill one person every day?

   Zhou Jia turned his head and looked at the crowded crowd. The chaotic noise over there also made his ears buzz, and he had to stop to listen to the wind.

  Although the listening quality is good, sometimes it is easily affected by noise.

   "Is Director Zhou in front?"

  At this time, a group of people rushed to us from the city gate:

   "Under Lin Nanhen, does Director Zhou still remember me?"

   "Lin Nan hate?" Zhou Jia nodded, remembering that the two met once in Xiangyuan, and the other person seemed to be the person next to Elder Jiuru:

   "Brother Lin, what's the matter?"

"Um."

  Lin Nanhen nodded, with a sad face:

   "Because of the surprise attack on Tianshui Village, the deputy gang leader was killed and Elder Jiuru was also seriously injured. Although the gang leader broke Tianshui Village, he was heartbroken and ordered all gang members to wear mourning for three days starting from him."

   "After three days, send the ghosts of the vice gang leader and others on the road."

   "Lin is in charge of the notification, and all the things of Director Zhou are here."

  The so-called wearing filial piety is not a complete set. Like Zhou Jia, you only need to wrap a white cloth strip around your waist. It is mainly a situation.

   But at this time, some things are inconvenient to disturb.

  Super-quality source quality, we can only let it go for a while, and talk about it after the matter is over.

  Zhou Jia took the delivered things and nodded in response.

  ...

   "Hoo..."

   early morning,

  The cold wind howled.

  The withered and yellow leaves swirled on the ground, unwilling to leave for a long time.

  Pedestrians huddled up one by one, yawning with weariness that had not yet awakened from sleep, and walked towards their goals.

  The morning tea shop has already opened.

  Tofu Brain is also on sale.

  The people who eat are still the same as before, very few.

  The hot boiling water was emitting white smoke, and the smoke surrounded the tattered streamers, blurring the busy figures behind.

   "Boss, a bowl of tofu nao, two deep-fried dough sticks, and a salted boiled egg."

   Zhou Jia greeted from a distance, pulled the stool skillfully, sat down near the wall, and at the same time pulled out two chopsticks and shook them aside.

  The chopsticks were taken out of the hot water. Although they were not good-looking, they were considered clean and hygienic, but they were wet, so he shook them out of habit.

   And a spoon.

"Give."

  Was thinking to himself, one person handed over a spoon and said with a smile:

   "Do you mind if the old man sits here?"

   "Of course." Although there were still many vacancies in the field, Zhou Jia still didn't mind, nodded, and asked casually:

   "The old gentleman doesn't come here often?"

"Um."

  The person in front of him has white hair, wrinkled face, and a three-inch beard. He is very neatly groomed, and his body is a bit emaciated under the dusty Taoist robe.

  Like a farmer who is used to coolies.

  The old man nodded, pulled a stool and sat down:

   “I often came here when I was young, but I rarely come these days, mainly because I don’t have the energy I had back then.”

   "Little brother often come?"

  He took the food plate from the stall owner with familiarity, put the two people's food one by one, picked up the deep-fried dough stick and carefully tore off a piece, explaining:

   "When you're old, you can't eat too much, or you won't be able to digest it."

   "Indeed." Zhou Jia nodded:

   "The taste here is not bad, I will come to try it when I have time."

   "Yes." The old man said with emotion:

   "The taste in memory is always memorable, especially in places where people are unfamiliar, it is rare and precious."

"Am I right?"

  Zhou Jia's expression remained unchanged, he gently stirred the tofu nao, and took a small sip:

   "Where is the old gentleman from?"

   "Chongqing." The old man said with a smile:

   "Rough calculation, it has been fifty-three years!"

   "I used to think that I would never forget the appearance of my hometown, but now, those memories are blurred, and the old people are gone one by one. Fortunately, I can still meet people who speak the local accent from time to time."

  He sighed melancholy, looked at Zhou Jia, lowered his head, and ate the tofu nao in small bites.

   "So long..." Zhou Jia paused slightly:

   "Eagle's Nest, where are all the people from?"

   "That's not true." The old man shook his head:

   "The lair is the product of an extinct race hundreds of years ago. It was discovered later, and the old man was among the first people to settle in it."

   "Not many come from my hometown."

   "Fortunately, the old man has some prestige there, and the tribe reported to the group for warmth, and most of the nest matters, we can have the final say."

   "Among the thirteen people, our own people accounted for seven."

   "So..." Zhou Jia nodded slowly.

   "Thank you for what happened yesterday." The old man looked up and said with a smile:

   "Juniors always make people worry and cause trouble everywhere. Fortunately, they met old friends and showed mercy, otherwise they might not know where they died."

   "It was an unprovoked disaster." Zhou Jia's expression was indifferent:

   "Just explain it."

   "That's right." The old man nodded, and sighed again, the soundtrack was helpless:

   "I'm afraid that young people will be stubborn and unwilling to turn back."

   "Forgot to ask."

  He looked at Zhou Jia:

   "How long has the little brother been here?"

   "About five years."

   "Five years? Awesome!"

   "When I first came here, I was lucky, it was nothing."

  The old man understands.

  It is true that there are some people who were unlucky when they were in the novice area, and they achieved high grades early, and after they came out, they were expected to be black iron at a young age.

   Zhou Jia, that should be the case.

   "I want to visit the Eagle's Nest."

   Zhou Jia put down the spoon, took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands:

   "Can the old man arrange it?"

   "..." The old man narrowed his eyes, and spoke in a deep voice after a long time:

   "Once upon a time, we invited a person in, and he was also from our hometown. The old man naturally felt trustworthy."

   "But soon."

   "People from the Su family and Xiaolang Island came to the door."

   Zhou Jia paused and nodded slowly:

"I understand."

  It seems that even if you have the identity of a person on earth, it is not easy to go to the Eagle's Nest to get the source star.

  (end of this chapter)