The sun rises in the east and the rooster crows. Cheng Sanwu wakes up naturally. He sees that he is the only one left in the guest room, but Mr. Su Wangting and Mr. Changqing’s luggage is still there, so they probably left early.
Cheng Sanwu was too lazy to think too much, so he went out to the outdoor courtyard. Regardless of the coolness in the early morning, he took off his shirt, stretched his body and limbs, breathed and breathed, and the muscles could be faintly twitched under the skin, and then started playing wildly.
One pass boxing technique.
Cheng Sanwu was seen swinging his arms, and the strength in the two arms was surging as if they were made of fine iron. Although the force of the punches and blows did not spurt out, it still caused the strong wind in the courtyard to blow up, causing the fallen leaves and dust on the ground to fly.
.
If some unsighted guy approached Cheng Sanwu rashly and tried to attack Cheng Sanwu, he would probably have been pushed away by the force of the attack at first, and then he would have been hit by an iron arm that hit him with broken tendons, broken bones, and a bloody head.
Even soldiers covered in heavy armor dare not face these terrifying iron arms that are comparable to whips.
After completing the punching technique, Cheng Sanwu stood still, his muscles and bones all over his body tensed, his internal energy gathered, and there was a crackling sound. At the same time, the pores everywhere opened wide, and a thin layer of sweat evaporated.
Cheng Sanwu lowered his head and looked at his slightly red and sweaty hands. He had tried his best to perfect his movements and luck just now, but he still couldn't activate the Gang Qi. The inner energy in his body always seemed to be blocked by an invisible layer of window paper.
Cheng Sanwu went back to the house and took out the Hundred Refined Divine Sword. He also practiced it through the same drill. There was a sound of the blade cutting through the air in the courtyard, but he found that he could not find the state of mind he had before when he tried to chop bamboo with the sword in Yuquan, and he still couldn't use Gang Qi.
"It's so annoying, I don't want to think about it anymore!"
Cheng Sanwu didn't know why and felt bored, so he simply went back to the guest room to wash up, and after getting dressed, he came to the empty front hall of the post house. He happened to see Su Wangting and Mr. Chang Qing chatting at the same table. The post house handymen
He was probably still busy in the kitchen, there was no one else around.
"You two got up really early, and you were out chatting before dawn?" Cheng Sanwu came to the table, poured himself a bowl of water, and drank from it.
Unexpectedly, Su Wangting and the other two said nothing, looking at him with resentment on their faces. Cheng Sanwu was slightly stunned and asked: "Looking at you, did you not sleep well last night?"
"You snore like thunder, who can live in the same room with you?" Mr. Changqing snorted coldly.
"Am I snoring?" Cheng Sanwu looked at Su Wangting with slight surprise, and the other party nodded helplessly.
"I'm just telling you!" Cheng Sanwu slapped his fist: "I was really dreaming last night!"
"What?" Mr. Changqing was puzzled: "What is the connection between dreaming and snoring?"
"I don't know about others, but I snore every time I dream." Cheng Sanwu became interested: "Guess what I dreamed about last night?"
"It can't be something like murder and arson, right?" Mr. Changqing learned about Cheng Sanwu's past from Su Wangting last night, and he was still secretly surprised at this moment.
"Of course not!" Cheng Sanwu paused and then said, "Well, it seems to be about the same."
"Old Cheng, just say it directly, it's not a riddle." After all, Su Wangting knew Cheng Sanwu better, and looking at his beaming expression, he knew it wasn't some uncomfortable nightmare.
"I dreamed about An Quti!" Cheng Sanwu was very excited, but the two people opposite him looked slightly solemn.
"I didn't know at the time that I was in a dream, and when I saw that guy An Quti suddenly appeared in front of me, I thought he had cast some magic spell to bring me back to life." Cheng Sanwu sat down and said, "I
When I saw his stinky face, I was so angry that I immediately drew my sword and killed him."
"Can An Quti in your dream cast spells?" Mr. Changqing's eyes flashed.
"Yes, why not?" Cheng Sanwu gestured with his hands: "One moment, fireballs and lightning are coming like raindrops, and the next moment, there are hundreds of skeletons, all over the mountains and plains with no end in sight."
"You...are not afraid?" Mr. Changqing asked.
"Who can care about this in a fight?" Cheng Sanwu pointed to the knife and seemed quite proud of his experience in the dream: "I rampaged all the way and killed the skeleton soldiers and horses with swords and guns to pieces. They
They are all vulnerable to a single blow and will be shattered all over the ground with just one stab."
"Skeleton soldiers and horses?" Mr. Changqing recalled the fierce battle on the shore of Tianchi, after An Quti was severely injured by Cheng Sanwu. In order to protect himself, he cast a spell to summon four giant rock statues and hundreds of skeleton soldiers and horses.
This kind of magic method opened Mr. Changqing's eyes. In the Han Dynasty of the Central Plains, any manipulation of corpses was regarded as heretical magic without exception, and it has never been accepted by the world.
Therefore, the magic of manipulating corpses rarely develops in the Central Plains. Even heretical practices are just tricks to attract the souls of the dead and raise magical objects, which cannot be promoted. If it goes too far, it will attract the court and the
The pursuit and suppression by Buddhist and Taoist masters.
The skeleton soldiers and horses summoned by An Quti were not phantoms without real bodies. When Mr. Changqing cast a spell to form a formation, he could clearly see the forward soldiers fighting against the skeleton soldiers and horses, and the sound of the clashing of weapons was undeniable.
The only special thing is that after being severely injured and chopped over, the skeleton soldiers and horses will quickly collapse into pieces and turn into fine sand and dust, as if they were dug out of the vast desert, obeying Anquti's orders, and working tirelessly to deal with the enemy.
The enemy attacks.
Although Mr. Changqing has obtained the rubbing of the inscription on the obelisk pillar, it takes a long time to fully analyze it, so at the moment he does not understand how Anquiti's spell works.
"Then what?" Mr. Changqing asked again.
"Then?" Cheng Sanwu waved his knife repeatedly, recreating the scene in his dream: "I slashed wildly, scaring Anquti so much that he screamed repeatedly. Seeing that I was about to catch up, he turned into an eagle and flew quickly.
gone."
"Eagle?" Mr. Changqing looked puzzled.
Su Wangting guessed: "Every day I think about it and I dream about it at night. Zoroastrianism often uses the falcon as its symbol. Perhaps Lao Cheng saw it at the Fire Worship Temple, so he dreamed of Ancuti turning into an eagle and flying away."
When Mr. Changqing practices Taoism, he naturally works hard on his mind and spirit. He knows the mysteries of dreams, and the knowledge of dream interpretation is different from person to person. With Cheng Sanwu's rough and reckless temperament, he should not be comforted.
Quti was frightened and dreamed.
"What happens after that?" Mr. Changqing asked: "Anquiti turned into an eagle and flew away, will you fly with him?"
"Why should I fly? I just drew my bow and shot an arrow, and I shot him down with one arrow." Cheng Sanwu said matter-of-factly: "I just shot down the eagle, and I happened to be greedy, so I threw him away.
Boil it in hot water, scald off the feathers, then place it on the fire and roast it on the spot."
Mr. Changqing laughed dumbly, but this was also consistent with the confusion of things in dreams, such as why there were bows and arrows, why Amquiti did not change back to his original form after being shot, and where did the hot water and fire come from?
In the already bizarre and topsy-turvy dream, the question seemed to be a matter of course, and there was no answer at all.
"No wonder you talk about roast chicken when you talk in your sleep." Mr. Changqing realized that he was also stupid. Why did he want to pursue Cheng Sanwu's dream? He was not the kind of wise man who could see the past and future in his dreams.
people.
"By the way, how did you defeat Anquti in the depths of the temple?" Mr. Changqing asked suddenly.
Cheng Sanwu's high-spirited expression gradually faded away. He scratched his beard and replied, "That guy was injured. I rushed up and knocked him down with three punches."
Mr. Chang Qing was dubious. Although the sword beam from Cheng Sanwu did severely injure An Quti, when he rushed to the Mirror Hall to inspect the headless body, he found that the huge wound on An Quti's chest had healed. He thought he still had some strength left to bear the burden.
He is stubbornly resisting, and since he has the Star Essence in hand, the power of his spells is greatly increased, so he is definitely not that easy to deal with.
But at that time, everyone was immersed in the excitement and joy of defeating a powerful enemy, and no one asked how Cheng Sanwu killed An Quti.
"I have also practiced martial arts for several years. Although I am only mediocre, I know nothing about the profound martial arts and the extraordinary power of Gang Qi." Mr. Changqing returned to his usual conceited description: "A warrior can exert Gang Qi outwards, of course.
It is possible to create spells and break magic, but it is not absolute.
"Leave it alone for other schools, as far as our Taoist sect is concerned, magic is made by using gods to control qi. The more refined the mind is, the stronger the qi is, and the more powerful the magic will naturally be. Especially those Fulu Taoist sects, which use gods to control Qi.
Thoughts form all kinds of true shapes, and then the internal and external qi are used to create spells. The talismans and seals are like tenon and tenon bites. It is really not something that can be shaken and destroyed by strong qi. What kind of person is An Quti? Even the abbot of the Great Qingjing Temple
They were all defeated at his hands, how can someone be killed by just three punches?"
Cheng Sanwu, who was sitting opposite, had drooped eyelids, looking exactly like those sleepy students in the academy who were not paying attention to the lectures. Su Wangting couldn't stop snickering when he saw this. Mr. Changqing slapped the table and shouted: "We didn't even cry sleepy."
, what are you sleeping on?”
Cheng Sanwu scratched his head and said, "When you talk about these things, it's like a monk chanting sutras. You keep buzzing. How can I understand you?"
Mr. Changqing gritted his teeth and cursed secretly. Although he was conceited, he also had a tendency to be a teacher. He couldn't bear the fact that Cheng Sanwu was so stupid and stupid, but he took it for granted and was not ashamed of it. He was determined to make this brainless guy grow his brain.
"I really killed that guy with only three punches!" Cheng Sanwu was about to defend, raised his head and pointed to the opposite side: "If you don't believe me, ask her!"
At this time, Afu walked over. She changed into a red and green matching chest-length skirt, with an apricot-yellow gauze shawl hanging between her arms, revealing her white neck and shoulders. She had a three-ring flying fairy tied on her head.
She has a bun and two locks of slightly curly brown hair hanging down the sides of her face, matching her blue eyes and red lips, giving her a unique charm.
"Cheng Sanwu, are you talking bad about me again?"
Compared with the previous smart and heroic men's clothing in Hufu, Afu's change into a Han lady's skirt is really more feminine and charming. The slender figure hidden under the skirt is light and short.
, you can vaguely see the light cyan embroidered shoes below, she really looks like a noble lady, even her tone of voice is a bit noble.
Among the three men at the table, Su Wangting already had a family. He only took one look and then looked away. Mr. Changqing concentrated on Taoism and had no pursuit of women. On the contrary, Cheng Sanwu, with his eyes shining, looked A Fu up and down.
, the gaze seems to penetrate the fabric and go straight to the inside, without any attempt to hide it.
"Why did you change your clothes?" Cheng Sanwu asked in surprise.
"As a woman, do I need to report to you when I change my clothes?" Afu stroked her skirt and sat at the table as well.
Cheng Sanwu leaned slightly closer, his nose twitching: "It smells like pancreatic soap, and it seems to be mixed with the fragrance of flowers."
If an ordinary man did this, Afu would definitely regard it as rude and offensive, and might even pull out a knife and cut off his nose as punishment, but she just held up her bun and asked with a smile: "Does it smell good?"
This is the calyx green jade pancreas used by the royal family of the previous dynasty, but not everyone can afford it."
Cheng Sanwu raised his thumb and praised: "The fragrance is really fragrant, and the slut is really coquettish. Who are you trying to seduce by dressing up like this?"
Afu made a move, and the noble temperament she had maintained was suddenly broken. She secretly gritted her teeth, and the elegant smile on her face became a little more annoyed at this moment.
Now Mr. Changqing couldn't help but smile, and quickly raised his hand to cover it up, thinking that it would really take someone as reckless as Cheng Sanwu to deal with such an unpredictable dominatrix.
"Cheng Sanwu, you have been in the Western Regions for so many years, has no one ever thought of tearing your mouth apart?" Afu smiled with anger.
"Where are you talking? I am a very good person. If you don't believe me, just ask Lao Su." Cheng Sanwu said.
The corner of Su Wangting's mouth couldn't stop twitching. He could see that Afu, as a chamberlain and a embroidered messenger, had extraordinary tolerance for Lao Cheng. If it were an ordinary martial artist, he would probably die without knowing how he was insulted by such words.
For fear of being too offended, Su Wangting quickly changed the subject: "Miss Afu, we are going to Huangguan in Kongtong Mountain today, what are your plans?"
"Someone from the Ministry of Internal Affairs will come to meet you later." Afu returned to normal: "Anyway, we are on our way to Zhonghuang Temple, so it might as well go together."
"By the way, why didn't the Ministry of Internal Affairs send a large team of people to escort something as important as the Star Marrow?" Cheng Sanwu asked.
Su Wangting spoke first: "Old Cheng, the Ministry of Internal Affairs has its own arrangements. It's not your turn for me to say anything."
Cheng Sanwu shut up, but Mr. Changqing discovered that Cheng Sanwu's unintentional words just revealed that Afu's intention in this trip was not for the Star Essence.
Because even if the servant of the Ministry of Embroidery is secretive, she may not be able to achieve anything if she is the only one on the stage. Mr. Changqing followed Daguan to practice Taoism, studied military books, and found that Afu came to the Western Regions alone, more like spying on the enemy.
Scout, but I don’t know what her real goal is.
Last night, Mr. Changqing also chatted with Su Wangting about the fate of the star marrow. Since the star marrow was brought back to Chang'an by Afu, neither Prime Minister Lu nor the British Duke actually benefited from the fight over this object.
Not the ultimate winner.
As for the attitude of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, it is even more ambiguous and unpredictable. Because the Ministry of Internal Affairs is only loyal to the emperor and has orders to monitor the world. They are very authoritative. Every word they say can determine the life and death of many people.
"I don't only have star marrow here, but also a bunch of miscellaneous bits and pieces." Afu didn't pay too much attention: "Qi Dadu's manpower has been escorting us out of Longyou Road, which itself is not in compliance with the regulations. I asked the internal servants to send them
It is natural for people to come to Yuanzhou to support me."