Under One Person: The Seeker of the Dao in the Lü Family

Chapter 191 A pipe dream that turned my hair white

Outside the interior, the sun sets and night falls. The streets are deserted, and in the darkness, the figures of a man and a tiger emerge from a secluded courtyard.

At this moment, Lü Qian was straddling the back of the white tiger, carrying a white pole and a yellow banner, looking like a fortune teller.

"There are quite a few spies, and we can even take in a couple of vengeful spirits."

The Samadhi True Fire in his hand flashed and disappeared, the pale white flame reflecting on the somewhat yellowish banner, from which the faint wails of vengeful ghosts could be heard.

Amidst the surging, chilling ghostly energy, three狰狞 faces appeared, seemingly having suffered considerable torment in their previous lives.

But as the Samadhi Fire swept past, the vengeful ghosts all calmed down, and wisps of ghostly energy once again settled into the banner, as if they were asleep.

On the yellow banner, runes flowed along certain trajectories, and the originally somewhat dim yellow banner became bright and mysterious again.

"Yes, this is how a genuine Xuanmen magical artifact should look."

Lü Qian nodded, then waved the yellow banner in his hand, and several ghostly figures rushed towards the shadows in the street.

"hiss--"

A cold wind howled, and the biting chill of early autumn or winter permeated the streets. Several swirling wisps of ghostly mist roared as they burst forth from the banner.

A chilling, ghostly aura seeped into the shadows, followed by several angry shouts from around the corner, as billowing black smoke propelled two ninjas out of the shadows.

"Baka!"

"You damn Japanese devil!"

Lu Qian snorted coldly, holding the banner in his right hand and forming several hand seals with his left. The originally shapeless black smoke on the field quickly coalesced into a ghost with three bodies and six faces.

This ghostly creature was about ten feet tall, with a ferocious and terrifying appearance. Six blood-red eyes surged and flowed around its body.

"You beasts, it's quite something that you dogs are fighting each other."

As Lü Qian spoke coldly, the ghost's body churned with mist, transforming into a gaping maw that lunged at the two ninjas.

"roar!"

"spread!"

In the pitch-black night, two flashes of light intertwined, tearing a gap in the black mist that had sealed off the area. Two ninjas rolled out through the opening.

The two worked in perfect harmony, and after escaping the black mist, they simultaneously turned around and swung their swords at the ghostly mist. The blades flashed up and down, like a pair of sharp scissors, severing the tentacles that the ghosts reached out to cut.

After the two ninjas repelled the ghost, they exchanged a glance, their eyes hidden behind their masks filled with determination. Then, their bodies erupted with Qi, and the already sharp blades became even more intense.

With a flick of their wrists, countless steel needles shot out in all directions. Amidst the flashing swords and glints of blades, the two figures vanished in two puffs of smoke.

"A perfectly good Five Elements technique, but it ended up being used by a bunch of thieves who steal things indiscriminately."

Ninjutsu, also known as stealth techniques, is believed by some to have originated from the Five Elements theory of the Han Dynasty in China, and was later transmitted to Japan.

The authoritative work on ninjutsu, "Wan Chuan Ji Hai," points out that the origin of ninjutsu philosophy comes from Jiang Taigong Lü Wang, also known as Jiang Ziya in legend.

He first proposed the concept of ninjutsu and wrote it down in the famous classic "Six Secret Teachings". Later military strategists successively improved the theory of ninjutsu.

However, after it was transmitted to Japan, it became a distorted version of the original.

"Let me show you what real magic is."

Seeing that the two ninjas were trying to escape by hiding, Lü Qian created a vortex in front of him and raised his fist, which was wrapped with layers of force, and smashed it into the vortex.

【Feng Hou Qi Men • Eight Gates Transport】

The force flowed through his fist, the yin and yang energies intertwined and transformed into layers of ripples, which were then hurled fiercely into the vortex. The force struck the void as if it were hitting a solid object, and two muffled sounds echoed from the void.

"Bang!"

"Thump!"

The two ninjas were blasted out of the void by the force, their bodies twisted, as if their bones and internal organs had been shattered by the punch.

Strangely, the two did not die immediately. Instead, their pupils became bloodshot, their eyes filled with blood vessels, and they wailed as they endured torture comparable to being cut into a thousand pieces.

Damage to bones and meridians is a feeling that is no less than going to hell.

"This humble Taoist's Tai Chi Ruyi Jin technique does not harm the outer skin; it is a true internal martial art."

Lu Qian patted the tiger's back, raised the yellow banner and twirled it in mid-air, then swept the long banner over the heads of the two ninjas who were sprawled on the ground.

"You beast, why aren't you under the banner yet?"

The runes on the soul banner flowed in the opposite direction from their original state, and the once smooth and mysterious yellow banner became sinister and ghostly again. The white jade-like banner pole revealed its bone-like paleness, and runes flowed all over the soul banner.

As Lü Qian performed a spell, two wailing and ferocious souls were forcibly pulled from the mangled corpse and, along with the previous ghosts, were taken into the banner.

Once the soul was restrained, the runes that had been flowing against the current began to flow again, and the originally malevolent soul banner became calm and natural once more.

"The methods of our Taoist school are not such inconvenient things."

Lu Qian put away the soul banner and dusted it off with his sleeve. "Now that we have all five ghosts, we can try to put on a big show tonight."

"This method is perfect for dealing with the Japanese. It also makes me look like a fool when I faced the enemy's cannons head-on."

"There happens to be a private army of Japanese soldiers outside the city; I shall go there."

He picked up the yellow banner again, mounted the white tiger, and waved his whisk as he headed out of the city.

"Since you're here, make the best of it. You beast, don't run away. Come inside my banner and let's have a chat."

The figures of the man and the tiger, like messengers from the underworld, vanished from the street in the blink of an eye.

In the pitch-black night, the cold wind reversed, and the chilling cold seemed to drift away with it.

……

Time could turn back countless times, and several years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside one of the inns, the patrons huddled together, whispering amongst themselves. Though their expressions were excited, they were quite cautious in their every move.

"Have you heard? The True Martial Emperor has manifested his power beyond the Great Wall..."

"How could I not know? I heard that the golden body manifested, stepping on the Black Tortoise, with a powerful magic sword in hand..."

"But I've heard that not only the True Martial Emperor, but also the Plague God has appeared in the world. When the yellow banner moves, the sky darkens and the earth turns gloomy..."

"This must be the work of some shaman. Truly manly, but it's a pity that one person's strength is ultimately too limited..."

Just as everyone was discussing the information they knew, a Taoist priest riding a tiger suddenly walked in from outside the door.

"Shopkeeper, please give me two pancakes. I have to keep on my way."

The man was estimated to be in his early twenties, and he looked quite dashing and unrestrained.

His Taoist robe was somewhat worn, and he carried a yellow banner on his back, a wooden sword on his back, and a whisk in his hand.

The man's hair was disheveled, with a few gray strands mixed in. A wooden hairpin was tied diagonally on his head. The sharp light in his eyes flickered. He was none other than Lü Qian, who had been wandering outside the Great Wall for several years.

Over the years, he has done his best to fulfill some of his wishes.

Sitting on the tiger's back, Lü Qian looked back at the road he had come from. "It's all just a dream, and I've grown old. I can only do my best."

"The tribulations of the heart are truly difficult to overcome."

Sometimes, the road to growth is really hard.

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