Chapter 4 Eight Nine Mysterious Skills? Yuxu Palace, two in one
Could it be that!
Just when he wanted to study it carefully, he suddenly felt a huge force from behind, causing him to stagger.

When I turned around, I saw only darkness and the huge head of the black tiger.

The black tiger lay on the ground with its belly exposed, looking at Yang Jian expectantly, like a virtuous woman ready to be picked by someone.

Unexpectedly, this black tiger is a two-faced person. In front of Shen Gongbao, he is a fierce tiger, majestic and awe-inspiring, but at this moment he is like a big cat begging people to play with him.

Before Yang Jian traveled through time, he was a gold medal shit shoveler, and he immediately understood Hei Hu's thoughts.

He has never petted a tiger, but he has petted a cat. A tiger is just a bigger cat, what's the difference?

"Master Hei, I'm sorry."

Yang Jian apologized, then stretched out his hands, moved them left and right, pinching up and down, scratching his chin with one hand and kneading his belly with the other.

He used all his strength to make the black tiger stretch out its four claws, and each claw seemed to bloom.

When he thought it was about time, Yang Jian stopped panting.

Petting a tiger is much more tiring than petting a cat.

Hei Hu looked at him with confusion, his eyes full of questions.

Why did it stop?

Yang Jian was about to explain when his stomach suddenly made a growling sound.

Hei Hu nodded with a look of understanding, crouching his body and gathering strength in his limbs.

The next moment, Yang Jian only felt a black shadow flash past his eyes, and the black tiger disappeared into the jungle in the distance.

"Finally he left. It was so scary."

Yang Jian let out a sigh of relief.

It is often said that serving the emperor is like serving a tiger. If you really serve a tiger, it would be like Yang Jian.

Being constantly on edge and nervous is extremely tiring.

It was a rare moment of free time, so he hurried over to check on Yang Chan's condition.

Yang Chan still had her eyes closed and was sleeping soundly, but her frown had relaxed, so she should be fine.

He picked up the bamboo slips placed aside and planned to study them carefully.

Suddenly a strong wind blew and the black tiger came back.

"Bang~"

A huge wild boar fell in front of him.

"Ao Woo"

Hei Hu signaled Yang Jian to cook the pig.

Yang Jian found some bronze swords from the valley where Hei Hu usually stayed.

After a simple cleaning and grinding off of the rust, it was used to gut the wild boar.

Wait until the sun sets in the west and the moon hangs high in the sky.

A bonfire had been lit by the lake.

Pieces of pork were placed on top.

The fat on the pork crackled under the flames, and the tempting fat aroma spread.

Hei Hu sat there stupidly, his eyes full of disbelief.

It had never smelled such a tempting smell before, it was almost tastier than human food, its saliva dripped to the ground and formed a small puddle.

His upper body involuntarily bent forward, his nose almost touching the hot barbecue.

Yang Jian used the dagger in his hand to cut cuts all over the pork to make it easier for the meat inside to be cooked thoroughly.

He picked up a skewer of almost roasted meat and handed it to Hei Hu: "Master Hei, please go first."

If he didn't give it to him, he was worried that the water would put out the campfire.

The black tiger was not polite at all. He squatted on the ground, held the wooden stick with his two claws, and opened his big mouth to bite it.

Yang Chan, who was originally dozing off, smelled the fragrance, her small and delicate nose wrinkled slightly, and she slowly sat up.

He stretched out his little hands and rubbed his eyes, and the moment he saw Yang Jian clearly, he shouted out excitedly.

"Brother, we are still alive, could it be that an immortal has really come to save us?"

Yang Jian nodded, cut off a piece of barbecue, put a small wooden stick on it and handed it over: "Yes, I didn't lie to you, look at the big tiger next to you, it's the immortal's pet."

"Thank you, brother. You are so nice!"

Yang Chan took it with both hands and turned to look in the direction Yang Jian indicated.

The little eyes suddenly widened, and the hand holding the barbecue loosened and covered her mouth as she wanted to scream.

Yang Jian quickly caught it and handed it to the frightened Yang Chan: "Don't be afraid, big tigers eat others but not us."

Yang Chan's face turned pale and she quickly hid behind Yang Jian, secretly peeking out one eye to look at Hei Hu.

After she found that the black tiger did not come to eat her, she took the barbecue and started eating it in small bites.

Wait until the campfire dims.

The black tiger was lying down at the foot of the mountain to rest.

Yang Jian and Yang Chan were at the edge of the valley, curled up in the leaves and fell asleep, enduring the stench of the black tiger beside them.

The two of them became increasingly sleepy and gradually closed their eyes.

"Boy, why are you sleeping? Get up and kill me. Don't you want to take revenge on those people who bullied you in the town?"

The voice in his mind woke Yang Jian up.

But it was that big eyeball that was causing trouble.

Yang Jian quietly got up and went to a quiet place.

"Why are you talking now?"

"You are so good, Yang Jian, you don't know how strong that Taoist and Black Tiger are. If I don't hide, they will definitely dig me out and play with me.

Now that the tiger is asleep, why don't you run away quickly? What are you waiting for?"

Yang Jian shook his head: "I can't escape. I'm under the spell of Shen Gongbao. My life is in his hands."

"We have to go even if we can't. We need to go kill and become stronger. We can't do anything by staying here. I will be discovered sooner or later."

A big eyeball suddenly popped out from his forehead, and a scarlet light flickered. It was obvious that he was extremely angry about Yang Jian's choice at the moment.

"I have magical powers now, why would I want to escape?"

What Yang Jian was talking about was the bamboo slips that Shen Gongbao threw out during the day - the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts.

This was the martial arts method destined for him. He originally thought that only Jade Ding Zhenren could teach it, but he didn't expect that Shen Gongbao would throw out a copy casually.

If he didn't have this martial arts book, he might have thought of escaping to Jinxia Cave in Yuquan Mountain to seek out Master Yuding to become his disciple.

But now that I have the skills, I don’t have to go look for Jade Ding Zhenren anymore!
He took out from his arms the bamboo slips that Shen Gongbao had thrown out during the day.

Unfold it slowly.

at this time.

The true face of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts was like a fairy descending to earth. She slowly raised her legs towards him and took off her gauze skirt.

“Eight in the morning and nine in the evening, practice diligently without rest.

When you have completed the ninth level of success, you will naturally develop supernatural powers."

Yang Jian read the whole article and cursed in anger.

This thing is about how to exercise your body while working and eliminate fatigue at the same time, so that you can become stronger the more you work, and the stronger you become, the more you work.

Start at eight in the morning and practice until nine in the evening.

Then I can practice while sleeping, from nine in the evening to eight in the morning.

The cycle continues endlessly.

I've taken off my pants, and you're just going to show me this?

He originally thought it was some high-end martial art, but it turned out to be tailor-made for working people.

If he had this thing in his previous life, he would have no problem becoming a working emperor.

“So that’s what it is. This Eight-Nine Mysterious Skill is just an ordinary physical training technique of the Wu Clan. It can be practiced while farming.

It has long been a common sight among the witch clan, but you are a human being and you still want to practice the witch clan's skills.

Unless you are born divine, if you are, how could you be almost killed by a mere mortal? Why don't you come with me and kill him to the ground?"

The big eyeballs chattered in Yang Jian's mind.

Yang Jian turned a deaf ear and carefully flipped through the martial arts techniques in his hands.

He found a huge problem. He could simply recognize the words on it, but he still couldn't understand many parts. Just when he was anxious and wanted to scratch his head.

Suddenly he realized something was wrong. How could this eyeball know these things? He had always thought that the eyeball had its own consciousness, but now it seemed a little strange.

His face suddenly darkened: "How do you know this?"

“This~this!”

The Demon Eye stammered, "I just remembered it all of a sudden. I don't know why. It seemed like it was already in my memory, and I remembered it when I saw it."

Yang Jian did not dwell on this issue. His urgent goal now was to become stronger. Only when he was strong enough would he have a chance to break free from Shen Gongbao's control.

Otherwise, if you stand on the wrong side in the subsequent catastrophe of the Conferred God, there will be nothing left but ashes.

"Give me your eyes!"

The Demon Eye did not speak, but just connected the vertical eye between the eyebrows with Yang Jian, allowing him to see what the vertical eye saw.

In an instant, information about everything you see flows through your brain like a waterfall.

My head was swollen and painful, and I almost fainted.

He was unable to process such a huge amount of information and quickly focused his attention on the Eight-Nine Profound Art in front of him.

At this moment, the mystery of the Eight-Nine Profound Art appeared before his eyes.

Half a minute later, Yang Jian's eyes were closed, white smoke was rising from his head, and blood was dripping from his nostrils.

Forcibly using the magic eye was too stressful for him, and if he used it for a while longer, his brain would be burned out.

Although letting the Demon Eye see it and then explaining it to him would have the same effect.

But Yang Jian couldn't completely trust the Demon Eye.

In his previous life, he had never heard that Erlang Zhenjun's Dharma Eye had self-awareness, and now he didn't know how to deal with this thing.

Unless ~ dig out the vertical eye between the eyebrows!

After Yang Jian absorbed the information contained in the bamboo slips of the Eight-Nine Profound Art.

I just feel that the Eight-Nine Profound Art is worthy of being Yang Jian’s legendary innate skill, and it is simply tailor-made for him.

Just by reading the content, he felt his whole body lighten, and air began to gather in his dantian.

Under the flow of spiritual energy, the pain caused by the severe mental consumption just now was alleviated a lot.

"How is this possible! Are you a witch?"

The Demon Eye's tone was full of disbelief: "Or maybe you were born holy~ but there's no reason for you to be so weak!"

Yang Jian smiled contemptuously, how could this thing know what destiny was? The Eight-Nine Mysterious Arts were created for himself.

Born holy?

He didn't believe in that stuff.

Yuxu Palace.

Yuanshi Tianzun came back to his senses from the endless avenue, and the remaining Tao charm in his eyes had not yet dissipated.

It seemed as if something dangerous had been born, making him somewhat uneasy.

He tried to send a message to Taiqing and Shangqing, and received the same response as him.

But now the great catastrophe is about to happen, and the secrets of heaven are obscured. Even Taiqing's innate treasure, the Tai Chi diagram, cannot calculate the secrets of heaven.

He cast his gaze towards the disciples sitting on both sides of the hall.

Most of his disciples have opened up temples in various places, and the only one left here at the moment is the incarnation, to experience the Yuanshi Dadao.

When Yuanshi Tianzun withdrew from the torrent of the Great Dao, the incarnations of the disciples had already noticed that their teacher had returned.

At this moment, his gaze still carried the remnants of the Tao, and all the disciples who saw him could not help but lower their heads, not daring to look directly at him.

These incarnations have mediocre cultivation levels and will explode at the mere sight of them.

Yuanshi Tianzun opened and closed his eyes, and the Taoist charm disappeared without a trace.

"Tianzun, is there something big happening?"

The originally dull eyes of the Taoist Master Ran Deng who was sitting in the first seat suddenly sparkled with intelligence. He noticed that Yuanshi had woken up and hurriedly projected his consciousness onto this incarnation.

Yuanshi nodded, a flash of spiritual light passed through his fingers, and then divided into several strands and penetrated into the incarnations of the surrounding disciples one by one, summoning the disciples.

The eyes of the other fifteen incarnations lit up.

Only the last disciple incarnation still looked like a dead object.

"Where's Shen Gongbao? Did he run down the mountain to play around again?"

Among the disciples, Nan Ji Xian Weng found that some people did not come, and immediately started to make trouble. He looked at Jiang Ziya and asked, "Junior brother Jiang Shang, you and Shen Gongbao are both registered disciples of the third generation. You are familiar with each other. Do you know where Shen Gongbao is going?"

"This~"

Jiang Ziya did not expect that Yuanshi Tianzun would suddenly summon all his disciples, and for a moment he did not know how to answer.

Before Shen Gongbao went out, he specifically told him that if any senior brothers looked for him, he should say that he was in seclusion in the cave and could not come out for the time being.

You know, Yuanshi Tianzun had just summoned his disciples to discuss how to deal with the disaster thirty years ago.

According to common sense, the next time he would worry about his disciples would be twenty years later, but I don't know why it happened twenty years earlier this time.

"Junior brother, do you have any unspeakable secrets?"

The Immortal of the South Pole was aggressive. He usually didn't like Shen Gongbao, and now was just the right time to make his master dislike Shen Gongbao.

Even if his plan to exclude Shen Gongbao was discovered by others, so what? He was just a nominal disciple.

More than a dozen gazes were cast upon Jiang Ziya's face, causing him to feel quite stressed.

He sighed in his heart, "I'm sorry, Junior Brother Shen. I dare not hide anything in front of Master."

"Junior Brother Shen said that the little black tiger he raised had been restless recently. He thought it was because he was craving for food, so he took the little black tiger down the mountain to have some fun. He has been down the mountain for more than two to three years."

In fact, it was twenty years, but Jiang Ziya was afraid that saying too much would make his master angry, so he changed it to three years.

"Boom~"

The South Pole Immortal struck the floor made of fairy jade heavily with the Panlong Staff in his hand, causing ripples of spiritual light.

Angry roars echoed throughout the hall.

"This Shen Gongbao is so ignorant. He knows that the master has warned us that the great catastrophe is approaching and that we should calm down and cultivate ourselves, but he still spends the whole day raising cats and dogs and playing with them.

If his thousand years of cultivation were to vanish in an instant due to carelessness, it wouldn't matter if something happened to him. I'm afraid it would drag us into a catastrophe.

If he implicates the master, he will be blamed for his death. If~"

Seeing that the Antarctic Immortal was getting more and more angry as he spoke, Jiang Ziya hurriedly interrupted him, "Brother, calm down. I will capture Junior Brother Shen and apologize to Master."

Next, he led the topic to the core of the matter to prevent the Antarctic Immortal from holding on to Shen Gongbao.

"Master summoned us this time, I think there must be some changes in the catastrophe?"

Yuanshi Tianzun nodded, acknowledging Jiang Ziya's statement, and said slowly: "Shen Gongbao's behavior is not good, you brothers should deal with it among yourselves, and Yun Zhongzi will punish him.

The reason I summoned you this time is that there has been a change in the catastrophe. Something has appeared in the torrent of the Great Dao, and murderous intent is approaching. This catastrophe is no longer just the ordinary killing catastrophe that was originally expected. If you are not careful, all the people in the world will be wiped out in this catastrophe."

"Ah~"

When the disciples heard this, they immediately panicked. Only the Taoist Master Ran Deng, who was sitting in the first seat, remained calm.

Taoist Master Ran Deng said, “Since the Heavenly Venerable has summoned us, I believe there must be a way to break this trap.”

Soon, the face of the Taoist Master Ran Deng also turned pale.

Yuanshi Tianzun, who was omnipotent in his eyes, actually shook his head.

All people below the saint are ants, and the people of the world that the saint refers to naturally include him, the Taoist Master Ran Deng.

The Taoist Master Ran Deng was about to ask further questions.

But Yuanshi Tianzun looked at the second generation disciples and said, "Thirty years ago, I asked you to recruit some disciples to prepare for the calamity. I wonder how the preparations are going."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ziya immediately thought that the teacher was going to check his results. However, thirty years ago, he had just been accepted as a registered disciple, so it was not his turn to take the test.

“Everything has been done!”

The disciples replied.

Only Master Yu Ding had an unhappy look on his face. He had been so absorbed in cultivation these years that he had forgotten about this matter. Now that his master came to ask him, he had no choice but to step forward.

"Reporting to Master, I forgot."

The thundering rage he had expected did not appear. That's right, a saint is a saint after all, how could he get angry over such a trivial matter.

"Variable~"

Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes are deep and his thoughts are unpredictable.

(End of this chapter)