Chapter 669: Xixia Town 7 - Meizhuang

However, Ren Woxing ignored him. As an experienced and prudent person, he had prepared various plans long ago and quickly activated his powerful mental technique, "Heaven and Earth Transformation."
This technique evolved from my own golden finger memory space and is also the reliance of planting the divine seed of the Ming Emperor spirituality in my own body.
Combining with a perfect artistic conception, constantly capturing the fluctuations emitted by the spirituality, an inexplicable enlightenment surged up in my heart.
This is a feeling of holy radiance, a feeling of pure divine light. Suddenly, I understand that although Mingzun possesses the Root Source Mind Scripture that can control all laws, his path is the path of purification.
Moreover, I have nothing in common with others; all of them are heretics, kill them and be happy.
However, Ren Ruxing felt pleased in his heart. It seemed that his guess was right. The other party was indeed following the path of the One True Religion in the future, with only one god.
In this way, it is inconsistent with the perfect artistic conception of oneself. By relying solely on the rejection of the perfect artistic conception, it can also be supported for a considerable period of time.
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Xihu Meizhuang.
The cold winter has arrived.
The plum blossoms have begun to bloom, living up to their name.
Qin Academy.
Tong Baixiong and Jia Bu sit in the main seats, while below are four chairs occupied by the four friends of Meizhuang.
"Huang Xiong, have you heard any rumors from the martial arts world?"
Huang Zhonggong's face froze. This elder dignitary had been squatting in Meizhuang for a long time just to investigate the authenticity of the person inside. Although oneself and others have appeared to cooperate, privately they have not spoken kindly.
I didn't expect this person to be right. Ren Woxing really showed up. I said somewhat embarrassedly, "I have heard a little about it, but there has been no news or verification within our sect."
Other three friends from Jiangnan were looking at the two main figures with some unease in their hearts. They couldn't believe that they, who were private prison guards, ended up guarding a fake prisoner. They had no idea what punishment awaited them.
"Ren Woxing is indeed the leader of the demonic cult, Zhang Qing. The leader himself has personally confirmed it." Tong Baixiong's face showed a hint of anger, mixed with a trace of satisfaction.
Just leaving Kuizhou Prefecture, I had planned to return to Heimuya, but unexpectedly received such news, which means that Ren Woxing was never imprisoned.
When I think back to my caution and diligence in verifying the other person's identity, I feel a little aggrieved. I kept questioning myself for being overly nosy.
Even our own leader indulged in this relationship, yes, that's right, they indulged. As long as you were happy, they didn't mind wasting time, and we all went along with it.
Now it is a look of regret, which he has seen countless times, but every time it brings him joy.
"Please punish me, Elder Tong," Huang Zhongong said directly.
However, there was a faint sense of worry in my heart. If the person inside is fake, then they must have a close relationship with Ren Woxing. I don't know what their intentions are.
Is this person going to kill Xiaofan out of anger, or spare his life? Unfortunately, Heimu Cliff is too far from here, so there is no way to know what Ren Woxing has done within the sect.
"I wonder if I can still go down and take a look now?" Tong Baixiong was curious and wanted to find out what kind of person the other party was.
Huang Zhonggong's face changed, apparently intending to deal with this confidant below. Just as he was about to refuse, he sighed.
Going down now would only be a test for the other party. If he couldn't go down, it was very likely that they would activate the mechanism directly and use the corpse for comparison.
Said Dao: "Regular people can go down unharmed, but if it's someone who practices martial arts, they will need to calm their mind before going in."
Jia Bu felt a bit angry. He had been to this place before, trying to find out who was inside.
Unexpectedly, this person completely disregarded the crazy atmosphere after sensing it and did not even suggest taking a moment to calm down and investigate further.
"That will do, then I'll trouble you, Brother Huang." Tong Baixiong arched his hand, but in his heart, he couldn't help but sigh at how truly marvelous Meizhuang was in terms of feng shui.
The four friends of Meizhuang have all made great progress in their cultivation. Even Huang Zhonggong, who is already very old, now exudes an inexplicable aura, giving off a strong sense of oppression.
Hei Baizi is in his prime years and has acquired a brand new technique. The whole person emits a chilling aura, making him appear like an iceberg. There is a sense that a slight misstep could cause the sky to crumble and the earth to split, crushing towards oneself.
Although the cultivation of the other two individuals may not be as great, they have also made significant progress. Judging from their aura, they have vaguely touched upon the realm of aesthetic appeal, and with a little opportunity, they could become true masters of aesthetic appeal.
"It doesn't matter." Huang Zhonggong remained calm, but in his heart, he was extremely vigilant. He walked straight to the study and opened the secret passage.
Tong Baixiong's face changed as he grabbed the steel plate that was about an inch thick. However, as he opened the secret passage, a sense of madness emerged, forcing him to take a step back.
It's not that he cannot bear such a state of mind, but rather that this state of mind is a frenzy, with attacks that are disorderly and completely disregarding oneself, forcibly propping up something that is unnecessary.
This place is at least a few hundred steps away from that iron prison, and the strength of the people inside is even beyond his expectations. He couldn't help but glance at the person next to him.
Jab seemed to nod. When he came here last time, he was also subjected to the onslaught of madness and it took him a few days to recover.
This is a crazy state of mind where the other party is completely indifferent to their own pain and losses, with only one thought in mind: to destroy and cause harm. Even if it means hurting themselves a hundredfold while causing three thousandfold damage to the enemy, it is still acceptable.
In such a state, no one can persist for a long time, nor can anyone simulate it, and the people inside did not change.
Tong Boxiong quickly circulated the profound power, directly calming his own breath, but he was greatly surprised in his heart, thinking it was just an ordinary state of advancement for a pill.
Unexpectedly, the artistic conception of this person underground is rich and profound, obviously self-enlightened, at least a grand sect master. I never expected that Ren Woxing would be so willing to use such a master as his substitute.
Huang Zhonggong, however, had long been accustomed to it. He then sat in front of an ancient qin, lightly strumming the strings. The frenzy seemed to recognize this sound of the qin, and he regained some sanity. The power of madness faded away like the tide.
Dao: "My music can currently suppress the opponent for about fifteen minutes, but not for too long."
"Thank you." Tong Baixiong arched his hand and exchanged a glance with Jia Bu. He said to the other three people, "Please."
"My subordinate, go and open the mechanism," Heibai Zi arched his hand and jumped down the secret passage, a bitter smile appearing on his face.
"Our own people are being suspected, so Jia Bu and our elder brother are staying above, while the three of us are brought down directly," he muttered to himself.
"Then I'll trouble Brother Shi," said Tong Boxiong, closely following behind, his eyes constantly shifting as he watched the three individuals.
He had come to this place to confirm the reason behind Ren Woxing's reappearance – whether they had captured the wrong person initially or if he had been rescued halfway through.