Chapter 340
Divine Dragon Fire-Breathing Spear
Time flies, autumn goes and winter comes.
Two months passed in the blink of an eye, and when the first winter snow fell, the bustling city of Xunyang became quiet.
There were far fewer vendors at the market and fewer pedestrians on the streets. Snowflakes, like apricot blossoms, covered the branches and drifted gently in the wind.
In a secluded courtyard, a "snowman" sits under a tree.
His head, body, and even his eyelashes were covered in snow. His chest remained still, as if he were an old monk in deep meditation, having sat under the tree for an unknown amount of time.
"Hey boss, let's play in the snow!"
Before Hongxian could finish speaking, Yaotai Feng covered her mouth and pinched her cheek hard.
"Don't disturb your boss, he's at a very critical juncture!"
"Oh……"
Hongxian walked away with her head drooping, the red-tasseled spear in her hand shimmering with a faint golden light in the sunlight, its tip shaped like a flame, much like the Fire-Tipped Spear in the hands of Nezha, the Third Prince.
Any snowflakes that approach this spear melt quickly, as if an invisible flame swirled around the spear.
Hongxian was very fond of this gun.
Not long ago, the boss suddenly acquired a lot of good things, saying he bought them from some old ghost shop. These included medicinal herbs that could improve cultivation, miraculous pills that could cure all diseases, various magical treasures and talismans, and even martial arts manuals that had been lost for many years.
This dragon-spitting fire spear is said to have been forged in imitation of Nezha's fire-tipped spear. It is fierce and domineering, with considerable power, and she likes it very much.
Unfortunately, after that, the eldest brother sat cross-legged under the tree for a full half month without opening his eyes once.
She wanted to show off her hard-earned marksmanship to prove to the boss that she hadn't let him down with the precious gun he'd given her, but the boss was now like a dead man...
Wait, is he really dead?
Thinking of this, Xiao Hongxian quickly and carefully observed Zhou Sheng under the tree, not missing any details.
This observation lasted for a whole day.
The moon rises high in the middle of the night, and the night is bitterly cold.
While Sister Feng was away at the temple, Hongxian, who thought she was the first to discover the news of the eldest brother's death, had already bought paper money and wreaths and placed them under the tree.
But before she could even begin to mourn at the grave, the "snowman's" eyelashes suddenly trembled slightly.
"Alive! Alive!"
Hongxian cheered and started doing monkey-like somersaults on the snow, performing dozens of backflips.
However, she soon realized something was wrong.
Although the eldest brother opened his eyes, his gaze was empty and lifeless, as if he had fallen into some kind of deep meditation. In an unconscious state, his body moved instinctively.
He began to sing opera in the snow.
"If we talk about soldiers, all I have are tears; if we talk about land, I have no land left."
This is a song called "Dragon and Phoenix Bring Auspiciousness - Ganlu Temple".
As he sang, his tone shifted, his voice sharp and resonant, conveying a sense of desolation mixed with unwavering determination.
"Seeing the people stagger and fall is like a knife tearing my heart out... I would rather abandon the country than abandon the people!"
This is "Changbanpo: Leading the People Across the River".
Next, Zhou Sheng sang "Meeting at the Ancient City" and "Baidi City," but no matter how he changed the songs, he always sang about Liu Bei, the Emperor Zhaolie of Han.
It's as if you're carefully experiencing Liu Bei's life.
Hongxian's eyes lit up. She had heard her master say that the eldest brother was going to create his own unique Yin Opera technique. Could it be that he was about to succeed?
Master's ultimate skill is Guan Yu's Dharma Image, could it be that Boss's ultimate skill is Liu Bei's Dharma Image?
In that case, wouldn't Master have to call the eldest brother "Big Brother"?
Wow! So, according to this logic, what should I, Zhao Hongxian, call the eldest sister?
This is so complicated, my head is starting to hurt...
Just as she was still pondering, Yu Zhensheng and Yu Tianheng appeared not far away at almost the same time.
The two exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with excitement and... anticipation.
Over the past two months, they have come to know better than anyone just how ambitious Zhou Sheng is, and how incredible this unique skill truly is. If he were to actually create it, even if it were just a preliminary creation, a prototype, it would be an unprecedented feat, and could even change the future fate of the Yin Opera lineage.
"In these two months, with his talent, he has already thoroughly mastered the true teachings of both the Northern and Southern schools. Old man, during our exchanges, you should have already sensed just how great his ambition, or rather... his aspirations, truly are..."
Yu Tianheng's gaze was fixed on Zhou Sheng. In fact, ever since Zhou Sheng sat in meditation under the ancient tree half a month ago, comprehending the ultimate technique, Yu Tianheng's mind had never relaxed, and he had been silently watching him.
"The concept of that unique skill is simply too astonishing, its scale is unprecedented, I'm afraid even the heavens wouldn't dare let it succeed!"
There was a hint of worry in Yu Tianheng's voice.
Yu Zhensheng laughed heartily and said proudly, "That's why we two old guys have a chance to prove ourselves."
He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the snow-covered night sky, his eyes deep and thoughtful.
"The future is destined to belong to these young people. Before that, if the sky falls, I will hold it up."
"you?"
Yu Tianheng scoffed, "You old cripple, stand obediently behind me and don't move. Remember, before you regain your strength, no one but me can kill you."
Yu Zhensheng clicked his tongue in admiration and said with disdain, "You stubborn old donkey, I don't sing female roles, and I don't have homosexual tendencies."
"roll!!!"
Yu Tianheng suddenly made a move, but not at Yu Zhensheng, but at the thunderbolt that suddenly struck down from the sky.
The lightning bolt was incredibly fast, as if it wanted to take advantage of the two's distracted bickering to wake Zhou Sheng from his state of enlightenment.
The lightning bolt struck Zhou Sheng's Baihui acupoint.
Baihui (GV20) is the Heavenly Gate of the human body. If this point is struck, even if Zhou Sheng has achieved the Golden Body and will not be injured, his primordial spirit will tremble and he will be forced out of the profound realm of enlightenment.
If you miss this opportunity, you don't know how long it will take to figure it out next time.
But with just one word, "get out," the thunder vanished with a deafening roar, as if rejected by heaven and earth, and repelled by the universe.
His voice was like imperial law, and his words carried the mandate of heaven.
After Zhou Sheng opened his tongue, he also had a similar supernatural power of making his words come true, but compared with Yu Tianheng, he was far inferior.
However, as soon as one thunderclap dissipates, a new one arises.
Yu Tianheng gazed at the thunderclouds overhead, his expression grave, and said, "Tan'er, fetch my dragon robe."
“Master, you have completed the six trials, but you still have inner demons. It is not advisable for you to come into contact with heavenly lightning. What if you accidentally trigger your tribulation lightning—”
"Go quickly, and remember this well: the Yinxi lineage has reached a critical moment of life and death. If you want to leave a way out for your descendants, you must not continue to fight amongst yourselves!"
"Tonight, I will see if this heavenly lightning can strike down the emperor!"
……
One hundred miles outside Xunyang City.
A figure clutched his stomach, blood gushing from his palm, making his rough, dark face turn pale.
The talisman on his leg was soaked with blood and had lost its effectiveness, so he quickly tore it off and replaced it with two new ones.
In that brief moment of delay, a demonic aura surged from behind, its eerie presence causing the entire forest to rot.
"Bao Ying, you can't escape!"
"You've managed to escape several times during this period. You are indeed very clever, but unfortunately, you are ultimately not strong enough."
"Enough with the nonsense, I can't wait to taste the blood of Bao Zheng's descendant..."
Bao Ying ignored him, made hand seals and chanted incantations, and quickly fled towards Xunyang City.
Once you enter the city, there is hope!
...(End of this chapter)