The sky was dark and misty, and the rain was hazy.
The old parasol tree in the courtyard was washed clean by the rain, and the large leaves of the parasol tree showed the green color of their youth, like green jadeite leaves that had just bloomed.
There was an open vat under the Chinese parasol tree. The water in the broken vat was already full, and the new water flowed out, flowing into the stream next to the courtyard. Tiny ripples appeared on the surface of the water because of the newly fallen raindrops.
Occasionally, large ripples would appear, stirring up the water in the vat, as if there was an invisible monster hiding at the bottom of the vat. However, it didn't show its head, and there was no way to see its true appearance.
"Splash …"
A big red fish emerged from the water, opening its mouth and spitting out bubbles, catching the rootless water falling from the sky.
It seemed as if something had bitten its tail, and then it suddenly dove into the bottom of the pond.
"Splash …"
Water splashed everywhere, and the water swayed even more violently.
With the heart of the water as the center, ripples began to spin in the vat.
The Black Shadow was still searching in the room, flipping through the precious ancient books and then throwing them to the side.
His movements were extremely fast, but he almost didn't make any sound.
The room was still pitch-black, and other than the flickering light from his pupils, it was difficult to see any other light.
"Swoosh …"
A cool breeze blew toward his back.
If it was someone else, they would just think that there was a breeze blowing, and their back was slightly cold.
However, for the black-robed man, even the slightest movement in the surrounding dozens of feet could not escape his perception.
He didn't make any movements, but his body actually disappeared from where he stood.
"Crack …"
Countless fine threads of the horsetail whisk slapped the bookshelf, and the bookshelf was cut into countless pieces.
That wasn't a natural wind, but a breeze caused by the attack of the horsetail whisk.
After missing its attack, the horsetail whisk flicked, and it once again chased after the black-robed man not far away. This time, the direction of the horsetail whisk's attack was that pair of bright eyes.
In this dark space, the pair of eyes were a little too bright.
"Swoosh …"
There was another faint breeze.
The person holding the horsetail whisk leaped up, and his Taoist robe opened, but there was no sound.
His appearance, his attack, and his attack … all of them had not made a single sound.
He didn't even speak. Even his breathing was so soft that it couldn't be heard.
This person was using the Daoist's' Turtle Breathing Technique '. His internal organs were like a turtle in a dormant state, but his body still maintained a powerful offensive ability.
* Pa … *
The black-clothed man's body disappeared, and the horsetail whisk struck the bookshelf again. The bookshelf could not withstand such gravity, and with a crack, a wooden board fell off. Then, the entire bookshelf began to collapse, making a crashing sound.
What was different was that this time, the direction in which the man in black disappeared was not to dodge or retreat. Instead, he took the initiative to greet the horsetail whisk.
"Evil creature, you're courting death …" The middle-aged Taoist priest was infuriated by the black-clothed man's arrogant and conceited behavior. He bellowed and suddenly withdrew his horsetail whisk. Then, he swung it towards the black-clothed man's chest.
This time, the horsetail whisks were no longer gathered together. Instead, they were scattered and flew towards the man in black like countless flying needles.
The fine threads on the horsetail whisk actually broke free from the handle and became a dense mass of deadly hidden weapons that covered all the important acupuncture points on the man's chest and face.
"Ignorant child, don't scold me …" The black-clothed man scolded, and at the same time, he swung his palm out.
If there were bystanders, they would definitely be amused by this scene.
The black-clothed man came to steal someone's treasure, but after being caught red-handed, he did not want to let others scold him. This was truly tyrannical.
What was even funnier was that he called a middle-aged Taoist priest a 'ignorant child' … Whose child would grow up so quickly?
"This humble Taoist is Fragrant Flower Pavilion's book reader, Qing Xuan. Who are you?"
The Daoist Sect had a saying, 'Three Secrets and Seven Mysteries'. The Three Secrets were the three top experts of the 'Ji' generation, while the Seven Mysteries were the heroes of the 'Xuan' generation. The Three Secrets and Seven Mysteries each had their own strengths, and they were the backbone of the Daoist Sect.
"Three Secrets and Seven Mysteries … Let's see if you're fishing for fame."
As the black-clothed man spoke, the wind from his large palm swept away the sword-like hard needles.
Dong dong dong …
The needles pierced into the wall or bookshelf, making dull sounds.
Qing Xuan was shocked. It was very common to use the strength of one's palm to deflect hidden weapons.
However, what he swung out were countless hairs of the horsetail whisk, and he used the powerful technique of 'sweeping away an army of a thousand' …
Receiving one hidden weapon was not considered a skill, and receiving three to five hidden weapons was understandable. However, how much strength did one need to slap out thousands of hairs at the same time?
Who was this person? How did he have such strength?
While Qing Xuan was shocked, he already held the horsetail whisk and moved towards the black-clothed man.
After the black-clothed man swatted away the hairs, his momentum did not decrease. He ignored the sharp handle in Qing Xuan's hand, and his palm landed on Qing Xuan's chest.
Puff …
Qing Xuan immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew backwards.
Clang …
His body smashed heavily onto a row of bookshelves, causing them to topple over. This triggered a domino effect, and the bookshelves were also smashed down.
Dust flew everywhere in the room, and books fell to the ground, making a hissing sound.
"Puff …" After Qing Xuan's body fell to the ground, he spat out another mouthful of blood. He held his chest and asked, "Who are you?"
Actually, when he asked this question, the answer was already very clear.
Because in the entire Hua Xia, there were very few people who could send him flying with one palm …
The black-clothed man did not answer Qing Xuan's question. Instead, he walked towards Qing Xuan step by step, and asked in a low voice, "Where is the Tai Chi Painting?"
The black-clothed man's theft had been discovered, and he had caused such a huge commotion. Not only did he not escape immediately, but he also continued to ask about the treasure …
"You are also here for the Tai Chi Painting … Who are you?"
"Where is the Tai Chi Painting?" The black-clothed man had already walked in front of Qing Xuan, and he looked down at him. "Don't waste time. If I attack again, you will already be dead … You should have been killed by me just now …"
"How can Qing Xuan … How can I be threatened by evil people?" Qing Xuan held his chest and laughed coldly. He wanted to stand up, but his internal organs were seriously injured, and he could not move. "It's just death … I am a monk. Why would I care about this?"
"Then you can go and die," the black-clothed man said expressionlessly.
As he spoke, he lifted his foot and was about to step down.
"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate …" An old voice came through the window. The voice was loud and clear, like thunder. It was so loud that it made one's eardrums buzz. "Mr. Black Dragon, you have the time to come to Immeasurable Temple as a guest. Why are you doing such a secretive thing? Why are you fighting with a junior? "
The black-clothed man glanced at Qing Xuan and knew that he could not step down anymore. The leader of the group had stood up, but he still attacked an injured junior. It was really embarrassing.
"Old Taoist Tai Chong, you are not dead yet?" the black-clothed man shouted outside.
The moment he spoke, the buzzing in his ears immediately disappeared. Using sound to attack the enemy and using sound to subdue the enemy was the principle of imbuing strength into one's voice. For experts of their level, there was nothing in the world that could not injure or subdue the enemy.
"Who cares about life and death?" The old voice said with a smile. "Since Mr. Black Dragon is here, would you like to come out and meet me?"
"Why not?" The black-clothed man said aloud.
He slapped the tightly locked window of the house with his palm. The window made of rosewood shattered into sawdust and scattered in all directions.
The black-clothed man's feet did not move. He did not need any leverage, but he had already flown out of the window.
Cha …
His feet landed on a bluestone in the courtyard. The bluestone did not move at all. Not even the rainwater beneath his feet was disturbed.
Black clothes and a black hat. His entire body was shrouded in darkness.
His face could not be seen clearly. Even his figure could not be seen clearly.
He stood there motionless, but his body seemed to be wrapped in a layer of gauze, wrapped in a layer of fog. It was illusory and real, and one could never find his true body.
In the courtyard, dozens of Taoist priests gathered around. There were old Taoist priests with white beards, and there were also some young and naive Taoist priests. They looked at the man in black who was hiding in the wind and rain with a common enemy. There was no joy nor sorrow, only some anger spreading in their hearts.
They did not provoke anyone, but there was always someone who came to their house to steal things and hurt their loved ones … This kind of thing would not feel good to anyone. Were monks not human?
However, they did not act rashly.
Because the person standing in the Black Shadow was called the Black Dragon … the most elusive and most unfathomable Black Dragon, one of the three Divine Dragons of Hua Xia.
Even though they were experienced and knowledgeable, they had to say … the guest who came to visit today was also a legendary figure.
In the middle of the crowd of Taoist priests stood an old man in a light-colored Taoist robe.
The old man's hair and beard were all black, and there were not many wrinkles on his face. However, his voice was extremely old, like an Old Monster that had lived for hundreds of years.
The old man straightened his back and stood in the middle of the crowd. He looked at the black-clothed Divine Dragon and said, "Which Tai Chi Diagram do you want?"
"Treasures of heaven and earth belong to virtuous people." The Black Dragon said calmly. Even though he was surrounded by so many people, he was not afraid at all. "You have no use for it. I will take it myself."
"If you can't take it, doesn't that prove that you are a person without virtue?" Taoist Tai Chong joked.
"I haven't taken it yet. How do you know I can't take it?"
"I'm afraid you can't take it," Tai Chong said with great certainty.
"The world is so big … If I want to leave, who can stop me? If I want to come, who can stop me? "The black-robed man said with a sonorous voice.
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