Chapter 170 Hatred of country and family
"Ugh!"

Xiao Meng suddenly let out a long sigh, her pretty face filled with sorrow from the bottom of her heart.

"Senior Brother Tianxuan has been in seclusion for several months. I don't know when he will come out? Sister Zi Nu and Sister Nong Yu just said hello and left a while ago. It's so boring!"

'So, I'm just a substitute for you to kill time!'

When Qingxuan heard Xiaomeng's words, even though he had a lot on his mind, this thought still came to his mind.

[Wait, Senior Brother Tianxuan? Isn't he Tianxuanzi, who has become an eighth-level Gongcheng in Qin State and served as the governor of Yingchuan County? ]

While feeling embarrassed and annoyed, Qingxuan keenly grasped the key elements mentioned in Xiaomeng's words.

The Renzong and Tianzong lived together on Mount Zhongnan, and their relationship was neither good nor bad. Tianxuan was in seclusion in Taiqing Temple, and this was no secret to the people of the Renzong. Originally, Qingxuan took it lightly, but after learning that Wei had been destroyed and Qin general Wang Ben had flooded Daliang, he heard news related to Qin.

In an instant, even though Qingxuan tried his best to suppress it, murderous intent still emerged in his heart, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

…………

The bright moon hangs high.

With the full arrival of spring, all the birds that had originally flown to the warm south for the winter returned to the north.

The night fell like a black cloth inlaid with countless tiny gems, covering the entire Zhongnan Mountain. The birds living in the forests and caves, with the help of the silent night sky, issued some brisk, some sobbing, or some cold cries, which echoed between heaven and earth, but did not destroy the quietness of the night, but added three points of coldness.

Too pure and clear.

Taiqing Temple under the night sky seems no different from the past.

hum!
In the main hall, which had been silent for months, a low sound began to play. The mysterious sound was like the roar of the avenue, and it was like the ringing of a large bell hanging in the Taiqing Temple.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Tianxuan, who had been sitting cross-legged on a mat for several months, stood up from the mat, waved his arms, and punched and punched.

The Paiyun Palm uses the softest clouds to unleash its fierce and domineering power. The Tianshuang Fist draws on the coldness of ice and frost to develop condensed fist power.

Paiyun Palm: flowing clouds and moving water, covered with clouds and the moon, turning clouds and rain, overwhelming mountains and seas, dark clouds covering the sun, heavy clouds locking the sky, tearing up the clouds, sea of ​​clouds and waves, and unsteady clouds; nine styles of Paiyun Palm were performed in succession, even though Tianxuan did not exert his full strength, there was still a thin layer of mist appearing around him.

The ever-changing clouds and mist fill the Taiqing Temple, which enshrines the spiritual tablets of Taoist ancestor Hongjun and the Three Pure Ones, as well as all Taoist sages since Laozi, creating a misty atmosphere of a fairyland.

Sky Fist: wind and frost blow on the face, frost embraces the moon, frost forms in the sky, frost and snow fly, frost chills the river, frost marks are everywhere, and frost condenses and makes one look clumsy. The first seven moves of Sky Fist have been fully understood by Tianxuan and mixed into the nine-moon palm. Each move can draw the cold and gloomy air to help, causing the layers of clouds to freeze. The ethereal atmosphere created by the cloud-paving palm is completely destroyed by Sky Fist.

Zizizi!
The sound of freezing echoed in the main hall, freezing the beams and pillars, and even the brick-paved ground, turning the entire hall into a world of ice and snow. Except for the shrines dedicated to the ancestors of all generations, everything was wrapped in ice. The reflection of the shiny ice sculptures was spread all over every corner of the main hall.

While his hands were unconsciously practicing the Tianshuang Fist and Paiyun Palm, Tianxuan's feet were not idle either. His soles kept changing, creating layered phantoms, as if his feet could leap into the air at any time and kick out with unparalleled power.

Wind God Leg!
No, this is not the Wind God Leg, it is just a prototype.
In the outside world, Tianxuan's body unconsciously performed the Tianshuang Fist and Paiyun Palm martial arts; his body was also not idle.

The extremely strong and yang innate Qi completely integrated the Tianshuang Fist and Paiyun Palm. With the addition of the cold Qi, it was the image of the Shaoyin, where the Yang embraced the Yin. Although there was still an indelible distance from the Hunyuan realm where the Yin and Yang complemented each other, the power condensed into the Qi flowed freely in Tianxuan's body without any stagnation.

The power is like a river, and the meridians are like rivers, surging endlessly, making crisp sounds inside Tianxuan's body.

As long as Tianxuan's consciousness recovers, he will be able to completely control the power in his body and get rid of the state of yin and yang conflict, which may cause him to go astray at any time.

Bang!

However, the accident happened as expected.

Suddenly, a small door on the side of the main hall opened, and a man came in, trying to clean up the filth in the hall and put down the breakfast he brought. He was bent over, with his head lowered, and didn't dare to look at Tianxuan at all. Tianxuan, who was in a state of confusion, naturally didn't notice him.

Clang!
Unexpectedly, just as the man cleaned up the filth in the hall, a short sword more than one foot long with a cold glow fell into his hand. Then, the man and the sword jumped out together, and the sword tip glowed with dazzling luster, stabbing towards Tianxuan like lightning that tore through the darkness.

The unique skill of the human clan, the sun clears up after the snow!
The world's winds and clouds are both illusory and real, the world is endless and the road is open!
The short sword, which was more than one foot long, performed the Tianzong's unique skill of "Sunny Day after Snow", sweeping away the haze in the hall and forcing into Tianxuan's body with deadly murderous intent. This sword, condensed his unparalleled hatred and murderous intent as high as the mountains and deep as the sea, actually turned a piece of ice stone that was freezing cold into powder.

"Qingxuan, what are you going to do?"

"Qingxuan, you're looking for death!"

……

The person who launched the plot against Tianxuan was Qingxuan, a disciple of the Ren Sect, whose real name was Wei Wushang.

Tianxuan was in seclusion in Taiqing Temple. Although it was no secret within the Taoist sect, Beimingzi and Chisongzi were not old and confused yet. They arranged people to deal with the filth and deliver food to Tianxuan on the one hand, and to protect Tianxuan's safety on the other. Today, Qingxuan seemed to be dragged here by Xiaomeng. When he saw the disciples on duty, he offered to help them clean up the filth.

The Tianzong disciple on duty also knew Qingxuan, a senior disciple of the Renzong. Seeing that he was brought by his uncle Xiaomeng, he agreed without thinking too much. However, no one expected that Qingxuan's cleaning of the filth was a lie, and his real purpose was to interfere with and assassinate the Tianzong master who was in seclusion: Tianxuanzi!

Through the open door, they saw Qingxuan using the Renzong's unique skill "Sunny Day after Snow" to attack Tianxuan. All the Tianzong disciples, led by Xiaomeng, changed color and cursed. However, they were too far away and could not help.

Bang!
Tianxuan, who was in an unconscious state, moved under the stimulation of external murderous aura.

The right hand turns into a fist, the left hand turns into a palm, and the fist and palm are sent out at the same time.

The fist in the right hand is the second style of Tianshuang Fist: Frost Embracing the Moon; the palm in the left hand is the third style of Paiyun Palm: Turning Clouds and Rain!
Frost Embracing the Moon and Turning Clouds and Rain were used simultaneously, and the coordination between the fists and palms was seamless. The body that was originally locked under the sword edge became ethereal and difficult to capture under the stimulation of the fatal move. In a flash, Tianxuan had disappeared under Qingxuan's sword edge.

Afterwards, one punch and one palm with thunderous force hit Qingxuan's chest squarely, and the power of fist and palm was poured into Qingxuan's body without reservation.

(End of this chapter)