Chapter 139: The Dragon of Candle Yin (2)

Chapter 139: The Dragon of Candle Yin (2)

In the mountains, three people burst into laughter.

At the moment when the little Gu eagle's body condition had been stabilized by the three people, they all laughed loudly.

Lu Heng smiled and said, "Gu Yan, thank the two predecessors."

The little Gu eagle was ignorant and shivered among the three people. But since Lu Heng said, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed.UppTodated from nô/v/e/lb(i)n.c(o)/m

The kowtow looked like a chicken pecking rice, as always.

The middle-aged man smiled, shook his head, and said, "Don't thank me, just fly to the side and don't affect our talk."

Lu Heng nodded to let Gu Yan leave.

Later, the three people returned to the previous topic...

In the mountains, wind and thunder were stirring.

The fierce power of thunder was surging among the mountains.

Xiao Ai, carrying the Heavenly Thunder Sword, sat quietly outside the rock, silent, just like a sculpture.

However, Huo Feng and Gu Yan was still standing in the distance, waiting for the end of the discourse.

On the 15th day, Huo Feng was about to run out of dry food, so he had to take Gu Yan back to Fushan City to purchase dry food and then came back again.

When he returned to the mountain, the three people on the rock still didn't leave.

From time to time, laughter came from the rock.

And sometimes, there was silence for an hour or two as if all three were in deep thought.

Huo Feng and Gu Yan had become accustomed to this. They were no longer frightened by the thunder. Instead, they slept and ate as if nothing was happening.

The Bo horse lay lazily in the corner, not even bothering to move. In any case, even if it doesn't eat anything for one year, it won't die.

The 17th day, 18th day and 19th day...

The aura of thunder became more solemn as time passed.

In the end, not only Lu Heng's thunder, but also the holy light from the old ascetic cultivator, as well as the evil demon Qi of the middle-aged man surged there.

On the rock, sometimes the wind was howling with evil Qi, sometimes the wind was clear and holy, sometimes the wind was dark and violent...

The wizards of Fushan City came to check the situation. They saw the situation from a distance and left after being explained by Huo Feng.

They dared not disturb them again.

This time, Huo Feng prepared for a long wait and bought a lot of dry food.

Soon, a month passed.

The scene on the rock had far exceeded Huo Feng's imagination.

The gloomy and violent thunder clouds fell down from the sky and landed on the rock, surging around Lu Heng.

The old ascetic cultivator and the middle-aged man were sitting in the thundered clouds, struggling to control the thunder.

This sentence resounded, spreading far across the mountains.

The distant Huo Feng was shocked.

Lu Heng was also slightly shocked.

The old ascetic cultivator's smile became a little stiff.

At the moment when the name "Zhu Jiuyou" appeared, the old ascetic cultivator retreated half a step and reached for the small broken bag on his body silently.

Lu Heng was still smiling, but the Heavenly Thunder Sword on Xiao Ai's back gave a sudden shock and faintly sent out a sword sound.

In an instant, the figure of Zhu Jiuyou retreated a few steps away, shaking his head at the two people on the rock.

"What are you doing?" Zhu Jiuyou looked helpless, "Is my reputation so bad in this world?"

Lu Heng thought about it for a while and smiled, calming down the dark green ancient sword on Xiao Ai's back.

Then he said, "You are too famous. Even I know that a thousand years ago, you swallowed up a whole country in the East Sea. I dare not underestimate you."

The old ascetic cultivator coughed, let go of the small broken bag, and said, "My bad... I don't see any evil demon Qi on your body. I think the rumor must be not real."

In the sky a few miles away, Zhu Jiuyou smiled bitterly.

"Friends, it seems that you two are stronger than I had imagined... I wonder what is in that small broken bag?"

"And Friend Lu's sword... Ha... I don't know what the scene will be after it is drawn out of the sheath."

With these words, Zhu Jiuyou flew back to the rock again. "Although the incident thousands of years ago was not as bad as that rumor, I did have a fault. I will tell you in detail the next time."

Lu Heng and the old ascetic cultivator nodded.

Although the rumor about the god of Zhongshan, Zhu Jiuyou, is fierce and terrible.

However, the three people talked freely for two months, and they already knew about each other's cultivation base.

Even though Zhu Jiuyou looked fierce and violent, he was not evil. Therefore, both Lu Heng and the old ascetic cultivator were willing to put aside their prejudices and make friends with him.

In the end, the three laughed.

The three men made a ten-year pact.

Later, the middle-aged man who claimed to be Zhu Jiuyou, the god of Zhongshan, disappeared suddenly and freely.

The old ascetic cultivator, covered in dark yellow rags, sighed, put his hands together, and said, "I should leave... Lu Heng, my good friend, see you later."

Lu Heng smiled and said, "Don't you follow me? I have a little imagination about the way of ascetic cultivators, which may be helpful to you."

Lu Heng referred to the way of Buddhism and Taoism.

But the old ascetic cultivator waved his hand repeatedly and said, "No, my friend, your idea is too shocking. If I listen too much, I'm afraid my Tao heart will be confused... goodbye."

After saying that, the old ascetic cultivator directly went away and disappeared from Lu Heng's sight.

Lu Heng smiled helplessly and was also amused.

He just said it casually... Is the knowledge of Buddhism and Taoism really so terrible for that old ascetic cultivator?

Ha ha...