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After leaving the six-door station, they heard the roaring roar behind them. The two brothers Su Qinian looked at each other and laughed loudly.
"happy!"
Su Qiming shouted: "A dog-like thing can reach this stage in cultivation. It is really blind to the way of heaven."
Su Qinian's eyes were deep. From the moment Ouyang Jue walked out of the main hall, he smelled something unusual. He didn't know how much deceit was brewing in it.
But now, except for the top soul figures, with the death knife in his body, he really has nothing to fear.
What's more, Su Qinian never expected a smooth path on the road to spiritual practice. People in the martial arts practice and strive for life are actually going against nature. He upholds the true meaning of retiring his life and obeys fate, but he is just following good and evil, with good and evil intentions.
, in addition, he is also on the road of fighting for his life against heaven.
Beihai frontier, cannon fodder camp.
This is a camp that looks a bit old. It lacks repairs and is full of dilapidated stone houses. When you get here, the first thing you smell is the strong smell of blood.
"Begging for enlightenment!"
When Su Qinian and the two walked into the cannon fodder camp, the eyes of countless prisoners on probation brightened up and they all smiled. Su Qinian saw it all, but he did not notice many impurities in these smiles.
It seems that between life and death, people can often be purified away from the worldly atmosphere, becoming less worldly and more sincere.
There are many wounded people in the cannon fodder camp. There are wounded everywhere. People missing arms and legs can often be seen. Some people are wailing, but there is really not much medicine here.
"Because it is a cannon fodder camp, survival here has always been the least valued. As long as the living people can eat enough to survive, as for the injured, they are saved if they can be saved, and if they cannot be saved, they are put aside."
Su Qiming said solemnly, this is the cannon fodder camp, even speaking of it, as long as you don't kill each other, no one will care about your life or death.
Su Qinian pondered for a moment, his mind moved, and his spiritual will penetrated into the depths of the void.
boom!
The next moment, from the sky above the entire cannon fodder camp, a waterfall-like primordial energy of heaven and earth fell down from the depths of the void.
"Oh my god! This is the energy from the beginning of heaven and earth!"
"Hurry and meditate! Replenish your vitality and restore your vitality and blood!"
Countless prisoners on probation in the cannon fodder camp were surprised. After a brief noise, almost everyone sat down cross-legged and breathed out. For many prisoners on probation, this was no less than a blessing. Being in the cannon fodder camp, although every time the demon
They all charged at the forefront of the attack, but the demon body flesh and blood that was separated in the end was the least, and it was barely enough to feed them. If they wanted to promote their cultivation, it was very difficult to rely solely on supplies from the army.
The misty Qi of the Origin of Heaven and Earth has a color that is almost chaotic, hanging down from the depths of the void.
It is only Su Qinian's spiritual will that can achieve this step. Although the cannon fodder camp suffered heavy losses, there are still thousands of people left. To provide so many people with training supplements, it is not something that ordinary martial arts experts can do.
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Taking a deep breath and looking at the scene in front of him, Su Qiming sighed endlessly. If it weren't for the tragedy of his Su family, he would not have reached this borderland of the North Sea. Perhaps he was still a young man who relied on martial arts to embark on an official career step by step.
Son, but you will understand a truth only when you really come to this borderland of the North Sea.
What comes out on paper will eventually feel shallow.
He has no regrets at all about his original decision. Such encounters and experiences will sooner or later become a part of his spiritual path. They will continue to accumulate and eventually blossom into the most brilliant flower of spiritual practice.
After half a stick of incense.
Su Qinian put away his mental will and turned pale, but soon returned to normal. In this way, he was able to provide breathing support for thousands of people. Fortunately, there were not many second-rate dragon and tiger realm masters among them. With his current spiritual cultivation, he could only
It can be sustained, but no matter how long it lasts, it will be unsustainable.
But it was enough. Half a stick of incense was poured with the energy of the beginning of heaven and earth. Many of the injured in the cannon fodder camp breathed a sigh of relief. Their injuries were stopped and they began to improve. Some of their injuries were minor and basically no longer serious.
At this time, many prisoners on death row in the cannon fodder camp looked at Su Qinian. In addition to awe, they also expressed deep gratitude.
Even in the cannon fodder camp, many people do not want to die. Some of them are afraid of death, some are truly unforgivable, and many are implicated. They are suffering here just to be released one day after serving their sentences.
, there are still relatives waiting for them in the Central Plains.
On this day, Su Qinian lived in the stone house belonging to Su Qiming in the cannon fodder camp.
The furnishings in the stone house are very simple, including a simple wooden bed, a wooden table, two stools, a pair of dishes and chopsticks, and a few sets of small changes of clothes.
Su Qinian's heart skipped a beat. This was where his eldest brother Su Qiming had stayed for almost a whole year. Thinking about his parents who were still in the Tianlao Street jail in Chang'an City, that place was probably even worse than here.
At this moment, Su Qinian felt that time was more pressing than ever before, and every passing breath was a kind of torture.
That night, neither brother slept. Su Qinian knew that he could not stay here too long. Qingyang Peak had just been established, and as the peak leader, he still had many things to do.
After careful consideration, Su Qinian passed on the first four levels of "****" to his elder brother Su Qiming, as well as the "Soul Deterrence Technique" among them. As for the fifth level, he will not teach it for the time being.
Not to mention the difficulty of breaking through the fifth level, even this "****" is incomplete. Su Qinian doesn't know what will happen in the end of practice, but in his opinion, there should be no big problems in the first four levels.
It can greatly enhance the brother's mental strength and build a solid barrier on the road of mental defense.
Finally, Su Qinian used all his strength to condense a furnace of light, aroused a breath of one-third of the heart of time, opened up a void, and handed it to Su Qiming.
With this furnace of light, and with Su Qin's current level of cultivation and martial arts, this furnace of light is condensed. Once it is activated, it is difficult for anyone below the third step of the Hunyuan Realm to use it. It can be regarded as a self-defense for the brother.
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The hour will come soon.
Before the morning sun rose, Su Qinian walked out of the stone house and the cannon fodder camp, and left without looking back.
Although he wanted to take his brother away, he really couldn't. At the same time, he also became more determined to practice and be promoted. If the five-year period expired and he still could not overturn the case for his Su family, then not only would he be in the sky prison
His parents, even the eldest brother Su Qiming in the cannon fodder camp in Beihai, could not escape death.
Now, he has taken a solid step forward and succeeded to the position of the master of Wudang Qingyang Peak. He has gained status, but after knowing that he has to face the one in Qiankun's arsenal, Su Qinian understands that there is still a long way to go.
It's not enough. His cultivation and martial arts are still too weak. Only by advancing to the first-class realm and comprehending the life-breaking sword to the twenty-first sword can he have the power to defeat the soul.
At that time, he will truly live up to his reputation and have enough confidence to go to Beijing to meet the saints, and he will no longer have any shortcomings.
And until Su Qinian left the Beihai border, none of the several marching generals in the Northern Navy spoke up. Su Qinian naturally understood that these marching generals sitting in Beihai did not want to get involved in the grievances between the DPRK and China.
blame.
Before leaving, Su Qinian went to Shiying again and handed the lotus iron to the general Shi Qian.
Jingdao, Shangluo Prefecture, Zhenan County.
After leaving Beihai, Su Qinian went all the way to Jingdao, hoping to return to Hubei Dao.
Zhen'an County is the county closest to Beihai on Jingdao. The city walls here are towering and very rough. There are many martial arts people and caravans coming in and out. This Zhenan County is the last place for supplies when Jingdao enters Beihai.
The land is also an easy-to-sell important county.
Although the North Sea is barren and the Great Gobi Desert has sparse vegetation and is full of frozen soil, it also produces some precious medicinal herbs and some hard-to-find exotic animals. Every scrap of claws on its body can be sold for a good price.
After crossing the Beihai all the way, Su Qinian walked into Zhen'an County, intending to stay for an hour or two to rest and recover some of his lost energy and spirit.
However, just a few steps into the gate of Zhen'an County, he saw a large group of onlookers, most of whom were people from the martial arts world, and a few who were from the caravan, accompanied by guards.
Su Qinian's mental energy stirred up and he saw everything clearly.
In the center of the crowd, there was a wandering cultivator, about the age of 40, who was standing there with a sheathed sword in his arms. His clothes were very shabby, but he had internal energy fluctuations on his body, although it was not very deep.
, but also has the realm of third-rate minor success.
With this kind of true energy cultivation, many people from the martial arts world who were watching had their eyes flickering, but they had no intention of taking action.
"Three-hundred-year-old periwinkle! Or ten thousand taels of snowy silver! I will only exchange these two."
The middle-aged casual cultivator's voice was a little urgent. He looked around and said sincerely: "It's not urgent. I can send this traceless sword passed down from family to the Yibao Fair, and it can sell at least 20,000 taels of snow silver, but
I really can't afford to wait. My old mother at home is seriously ill and needs periwinkle to save her life. If anyone is willing to pay ten thousand taels of silver, Gu is also willing to pay. Gu knows where there is periwinkle and can buy it on his own.
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Three hundred year old periwinkle, or ten thousand taels of snowy silver!
Some people in the Jianghu martial arts world shook their heads. Most people here can barely scrape together more than a thousand taels of snow silver, but they can't get out ten thousand taels of snow silver at all.
Seeing no one to talk to, the middle-aged casual cultivator became a little anxious. With a clang, he pulled out the sword in his arms. It was like a pool of autumn water, sparkling, the blade was bright, and the whole body was light blue. As soon as he took it out of the sheath,
A faint mist of water filled the whole body of the sword, and the edge of the sword made many weapons around him tremble, showing their surrender.
"Look, everyone, this Yingshui Sword is a traceless sword that has been passed down from the family for decades. In terms of material, it is close to the peak of the lower grade traceless sword. Even ordinary transactions would cost at least eighteen thousand taels of snow silver."
The middle-aged casual cultivator spared no effort to speak, and his eyes focused on the few people in the caravan who were watching. Most of these caravans came from famous families or martial arts families, and they had a solid foundation. For ordinary casual cultivators, ten thousand taels of snow would be enough.
Silver is extremely expensive, but for these caravans who dare to travel across the North Sea, it is not that much of a price.
And at the moment when the middle-aged casual cultivator drew his sword, Su Qinian had a flash of light in his eyes. (Please recommend me a monthly ticket. A Qidian genuine subscription is the greatest support for Ten Steps! One update is here, and there are two more to come.