After leaving the courtyard wall, Aning was worried that another master would chase him, so she didn't dare to stop for a moment and ran away. She stopped until her clothes were soaked in sweat and exhausted.

Looking around, there are some low houses around, some have collapsed and only broken walls left; some are quite complete, but they are obviously uninhabited for many days, which seems very desolate.

After bent down and gasping for a while, Aning straightened up. She glanced at a half-decayed house on the left, walked a few steps to the front, and leaped onto the roof with her feet, stepping on the bricks and tiles piled on the ground in the collapsed place, and jumped onto the roof.

There were no towering buildings around. Aning looked around and immediately found the brightly lit Daming Palace. Judging from the direction of the Daming Palace, her location at this time was the southeast corner of Chang'an City.

After looking at the houses around him, Aning remembered the rumors he heard a few months ago: It is said that the imperial concubine's brother, Lord Yang, wanted to build a new house, but there was no extra place in Chang'an City, so Lord Yang sent someone to drive away some residents in the southeast of Chang'an City.

But after driving the person away, the land was taken aback by Li Xiang. The two of them had arguing for a while, but they were afraid of each other and did not dare to tear each other apart. So the land was placed there and became a land without a border.

This matter was said as a joke among princes and nobles, but Aning, who had already stood on this land, found it not funny at all.

Originally, many people must have lived here, including men and women, old and young. But after a few words from the adults, they lost their homes and became homeless wanderers.

Why? Why do people who are not at fault suffer misfortune? Is such a world the so-called prosperous Tang Dynasty?

At this moment, a neat footsteps came into Aning's ears. She looked along the sound and saw a team of brightly-armored and shiny marching from a distance.

Chang'an City does not restrict people from night activities. However, when an imperial guard encounters people like Aning, who are wrapped in black, he still has to go forward to interrogate them. Aning happens to be carrying anything that proves his identity at this time, so once the imperial guards are revealed, things will become very troublesome. So Aning wants to avoid them.

She looked around and saw a land temple not far from the east, which looked a bit dilapidated, but was quite complete. So she jumped off the roof, covered herself with the shadow of the house, and floated to the temple gate like a wisp of light smoke, and penetrated into the door.

Everyone nearby moved away, so the Land Temple was naturally abandoned and the ground was covered with dust.

When I entered the door, I was facing the tall statue of the land god. The statue grinned and looked at Aning with a smile.

Aning also grinned at him, then gently walked around him, lifted up the curtain of the ground, and drilled behind the statue.

There was some straw mat piled up behind the statue. Aning pulled one, dusted the dust on it, spread it on the ground, and then sat on it.

At this point, Aning really relaxed, and the soreness suddenly surged up from her whole body. Aning felt that every trace of strength in her body had been squeezed out, and she didn't want to move any longer.

The right arm was even more painful. The pain was so painful that Aning burst into cold sweat. There was no pain relief medicine on her body, so Aning slowly lay down, trying to wait until her strength recovered before leaving here.

As soon as she lay down, a gust of wind blew. It rolled up the dust deposited on the ground and blew open the hidden temple door. The two doors hit the walls on both sides with two loud noises.

Aning frowned immediately, and supported her left hand on the straw mat, intending to get up and tie the door. But as soon as her arm moved, she immediately stopped all movements and used the turtle breathing technique to suppress her breathing to an extremely slow state. Because from the sound of the wind, she heard a "punch" sound, like a wind blowing the flag, but it was extremely light and thin - it was the sound of the wind blowing the corners of her clothes!

So Aning lay motionlessly, his eyes looking through the gaps in the curtains at the temple gate that was blown open by the north wind.

Not long after, a tall figure indeed appeared at the entrance of the temple. The moonlight shone on him, reflecting his appearance into Aning's eyes. He was about forty years old, and he was very elegant, with his head casually scattered, and his long gray cloth gown with dull colors made him look a little shabby.

He walked into the door slowly, and he closed the door casually. After looking around, he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, as if he was resting.

Although the person in front of him had not taken action, the dust under his feet was still motionless as he made every move! Aning had never heard of such skills. She was grateful for the gust of wind before, because it blew away her footprints.

Aning was trembling here, hoping that the other party would leave quickly, but the middle-aged man sat as firm as Mount Tai, as if he was planning to sleep here.

Although there were two people in the temple, there was no sound, showing a somewhat strange tranquility. More than half an hour passed, and Aning's hands and feet were a little numb. Finally, the sound of opening the door sounded, breaking the strange tranquility.

An old man slowly walked in through the crack in the door. His head was neatly combed, his face was already covered with wrinkles, but his face was red and looked very healthy.

He was wearing brown cloth clothes and thick-soled cloth shoes, dressed up like a shop owner who was very good at living. When he walked into the door, he shrank his neck first and sighed: "It's late at night, it's really cold!"

The middle-aged man opened his eyes the moment he entered the door. He listened silently to the old man finished his words, and then said in a tone without any ups and downs: "I didn't expect that you arrived early."

The old man smiled and put down the food box he had been holding in his hand: "I'm old! I'm always afraid that I'm too late. In addition, when I think about it, I'll come early, afraid that you will let you wait for a long time, so I went ahead."

The middle-aged man nodded: "Okay! Then let's start!" As he said that, he gently raised his right hand, and the white light instantly rose up, turning into a huge palm that reached the roof. The next moment, the giant palm roared out, rushing towards the old man in front of him with a scattered momentum.

Condensing the virtual to the real, the real internal force!

These eight words suddenly sounded in Aning's heart. The methods used by middle-aged people are obviously only used by the most powerful warriors who have reached the true realm of internal strength. Among the people Aning knows, only Gao Lishi can do this.

Uncle, who are you? Aning shouted silently in his heart.

But this huge move collapsed in an instant. The old man waved his arm and his sleeves threw out like flowing water, and the dragonfly slashed across the palm of the giant hand like a dragonfly. Wherever it passed, the huge palm quickly decomposed into a white airflow and disappeared.

Seeing this situation, Aning was stunned and even his mind turned blank.

But both of them seemed extremely ordinary when they fought. The old man waved casually, dispelled the remaining white air, and sighed and said, "Xiao Xu! You are a little old, why are you still so impatient?"

"His surname is Xu? Could it be that he is Xu Huaiqiu, the "Mianzhang" who is known together with Aweng?" Aning began to guess the identity of the middle-aged man.

After hearing the old man's words, the middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and then said, "I just don't want to waste my time."

The old man sneered: "Waste time? I think it's the most time-consuming thing to find people to compete like you. In my opinion, you should just marry a wife and have a child while you are not old yet! Do you want to come and have some soaked buns?" As he said that, the old man brought out a bowl of steaming mutton soup buns from the food box and handed them to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man shook his head expressionlessly: "I won't eat."

"Okay, I'll eat it myself." The old man snorted, brought the steamed buns to his front, picked up the chopsticks and started eating them voraciously.

While eating, he asked the middle-aged man: "Xiao Xu, why are you thinking about coming to me? Have you surpassed Monk Bukong?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "Not yet, but his martial arts are only slightly better than mine. Fighting with him is not enough to make my martial arts go further. That's why I came to you. Only an old monster like you can help me!" When he said this, a hint of excitement from the bottom of his heart appeared on his wooden face, like an restless volcano that could spew out at any time.

"Hi, pay attention to the wording, what old monster? Call me senior!" the old man frowned and said. After that, he began to eat mutton steamed buns in big mouthfuls again.

The middle-aged man did not respond. The excitement he had revealed had disappeared without a trace. He changed into the expressionless face and looked at the old man till he finished eating the bowl of mutton soaking steamed buns.

This time the old man didn't talk nonsense anymore. He pushed the empty bowl to the side, burped, and said calmly: "Come on."

As soon as he said a word, the middle-aged man was already on sale. He circled and jumped into the air, and his giant white palm spread out on both sides of his body like a pair of wings. Then, the middle-aged man rolled his arms inward, and his two giant palms moved, one on the left and one on the right.

With his palm pressed down, the old man grew up. He raised his hands to his chest, and then struck the sides like a paddle. Two waves of light suddenly sprinkled out, rippling with the two giant palms.

The sound of ice chunks sounded, and the two white palms instantly turned into snowflake-like fragments, floating in the air.

After breaking these two palms, the old man pulled his palms on both sides inwards. The two wave-like lights suddenly formed into a stream, and with the old man's move "raising the fire to burn the sky", he flirted at the opponent above.

The middle-aged man was in mid-air and it was difficult to dodge. So he gave up dodging and let himself fall freely. In an instant, a light like water waves had already arrived in front of him. At this time, he stretched out his hands and his palms facing each other. He gathered the slashed light into his palms.

The mist-like light rose from his palm, entangling the slashing blue light like a ribbon. Then, the middle-aged man stroked his hands slowly and slowly. The mist-like light suddenly vibrated, like a undulating wave, instantly assimilating the blue light wrapped in it, and then retreated to both sides and dissipated like blue smoke.

Before the old man could take action, the middle-aged man closed his palms inward and two giant white palms appeared again. This time, they were tightly pressed together, compressing extremely inward, and turned into incandescent blades in a blink of an eye.

Then, the middle-aged man suddenly turned in the air and turned into an upside-down momentum. The incandescent blade moved with him, dripping through a semicircle in the air, carrying the momentum that tore the sky apart, and slashed towards the old man's head!

Sorry, I have been out of update for so long. I should be able to return to normal after the update starts today. It will be updated at 19 o'clock every day. Thank you for your support. I hope you like my story. Please collect and recommend votes!

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