"You..." General Wuxia asked his men to stop, looking at the genuine iron plate, his face was uncertain, "Do you really think we are afraid of you Mingzhu Palace? Wuxia and Mingzhujing are not in conflict with each other, if you take the initiative
If you stir up trouble, we have reason to kill you."
"But Ren Jia was not killed by me, and I will not admit it."
While speaking, Tang Ping input his yin power, and the iron plate lit up with a white light. The white light converged into an old man. This is the King of Nanlu.
"What's the matter?" King Nanlu asked.
Tang Ping simply explained what happened. King Nanlu understood what happened and immediately understood that Tang Ping wanted to shirk responsibility. After all, his apprentice killed Ren Jia, and Tang Ping was not good at fighting.
Regardless of this, Tang Ping still has value, and with the excuse, King Nanlu thought he could keep it. After thinking for a moment, he said: "Since it was a traitor, you should go find the traitor. Tang Ping,
Don’t hide any clues the other party needs from you.”
"The traitor ran to the northeast. If you want to chase him, go ahead and chase him." Tang Ping said half truthfully.
This world is very large, and it has deviated from some directions, so it is normal to not be able to find it.
"Also, if we negotiate terms, at least let people at the level of Jiuqing come over."
Although King Nanlu is a small barbarian country, his cultivation is at the peak of Qi refining. The three or five Qi refining powers in Mingzhu Shrine and the seven or eight allies are not large enough for Wuxia to fight with half a hand.
But the Mingzhu Palace unites the surrounding countries by relying on the candle-bearing snake god who suppresses everything, an existence that even the Wuxia King with unparalleled cultivation is afraid of.
Hearing these words, the general smiled coldly and said: "Okay, let's assume you win. I am Jiang Ying. I will guard Rencheng from now on. I don't believe I can't catch you."
"Haha, please." King Nanlu nodded to Tang Ping, and then said: "Turn in three times the elixir this month."
"That's natural." Tang Ping agreed happily. It's just an ordinary pill, no big deal.
"Don't let me get a handle on it, not at all..." Jiang Ying gritted his teeth and repeated it again.
"Ahem, whoever is purified will purify himself." Tang Ping said without fear at all, "If nothing happens, please leave, I am afraid of life."
"Humph!"
Jiang Ying snorted coldly, led his men on the dragon boat and disappeared.
After everyone left, Tang Ping murmured to himself, "This iron sign is quite useful."
"Humph, what an arrogant scoundrel. Except for Dongfang, all these strangers have the same virtue. For such a crazy person, I would have beaten him at least twenty times a day when I was young." Shitou Weng, who had just been silent, spoke up.
Haidai Qi Practitioners are mostly mortals who have acquired cultivation. They usually take some kind of medicine unintentionally and then find out the cultivation methods. People like them only believe in themselves and do not believe in the so-called ancestral gods, so they have relationships with various factions in the interior.
Many conflicts.
"Come on, wait until you, this old man, can make a move before bragging." Tang Ping said sarcastically.
"Wait! I will be the first to hit you on the head when I come out!" Shitou Weng was so angry that he wanted to jump up and hit him immediately.
"Haha, come here then."
The Golden Gate slowly rose from the ground. Tang Ping walked into the cave, carried the jade tripod in the cave, and moved it outside little by little.
It’s not that he deliberately made Shitou Weng angry. Tang Ping could clearly feel that this old guy was becoming less and less emotional as a person, becoming more and more taciturn, and his reactions were extremely slow. If he didn’t provoke this old guy, he might actually become a piece of cake in the end.
It’s a big rock.
Tang Ping placed the jade cauldron in front of the wooden house, and the clouds suddenly came to the sky, just as he was about to have a feast.
Tang Ping took out water jade (crystal), as well as sulfur, red jade, saltpeter and other main materials, plus miscellaneous spiritual objects.
The jade cauldron is set on fire, and the materials are thrown into the cauldron in order. The grass and trees are refined by the magic fire into pools of liquid. The liquid emits a strange fragrance, and the fragrance enters the clouds and is absorbed by Yunduo Yaoji.
The water jade red soul pill is the elixir of red pine nuts. The purpose is mainly to use water jade to provide energy. As for other spiritual objects, it is easier to find them. You can find a lot of them in Jianxia Ghost Market.
The deeper the understanding of alchemy, the more unpretentious the materials used. In Chisongzi's understanding, jade contains the water essence of heaven and earth, and other materials are just an introduction to stimulate the water essence of heaven and earth.
Therefore, the cost of elixirs is not expensive, but the refining techniques and fire control requirements are higher.
Tang Ping did not use Chisongzi's method, but used the Lingbao Five Elements Alchemy Manual that he had understood. He has now formed his own methodology and only needs to perfect it step by step.
After a long time, the elixir was hot and emitted a strange aroma.
Tang Ping took it out and took a look. This elixir was almost pure and transparent, with a trace of impurities inside. However, it was okay to eat it. At most, it would make the body stiff and the consciousness unable to react.
Many people have tried medicine for themselves in advance.
Tang Ping swallowed it in one gulp, and the cool energy flowed through his limbs and bones.
Pills are to replenish what is consumed in practice. Without enough pills, it will be difficult to practice the technique once a day. After all, the soul is missing a lot of things.
After a long time, Tang Ping slowly opened his eyes, stood up, stretched, continued to refine one, and stored it.
Soon, Tang Ping went to the underworld.
Under the underworld altar, Zhang Fu guards a big black jar.
The mouth of the altar was sealed with various charms, the mouth of the altar was poured with rooster blood, and incense was burned every day.
This is a weapon-refining altar that waves flags and shouts for rampant soldiers. The altar that could originally hold fifty ghosts now only worships one.
"What happened?"
A black mist suddenly appeared, and Tang Ping walked out of the mist.
"Huishen Hou, we are almost successful, the price is not small this time." Zhang Fu said.
The disheveled hair is used to practice hunting in the mountains, and the hunting in the mountains is used to practice waving flags and shouting.
I can’t bear the loss of a single soldier.
Wow!
For a long time, a dark wind blew, and a ghost stood nine feet tall, with eyebrows like blazing flames and an indigo complexion. Two big yellow flags were crossed behind his back, looking majestic and majestic, like a general.
Tang Ping has already imagined the scene of gathering ten thousand people and the sky is full of flags.
He stamped a new talisman again and said to Zhang Fu: "This is a success. Keep practicing in this way."
"Yes."
After arranging the affairs, Tang Ping went to pay homage to the Mirage God, and took the opportunity to see the Fish Lady in the Water Pond, and Xiong Ying, who congratulated Xiong Ying for three generations, but was told that the three of them were in retreat.
Tang Ping thought to himself that it was probably Xiong Ba who had learned the Zhu Rong Fire Body that allowed the three guys to find a way forward, so they chose to retreat.
I took a trip to the underworld and met many new wandering gods. I didn’t know these new people very well, and most of them couldn’t name them.
Tang Ping returned to the cave in disinterest. Most of his former subordinates had gone through difficulties with him. Although they were superiors and subordinates, they could still talk and occasionally joke.
Nowadays, most newcomers are cautious and respectful when they see me. It is impossible to have the same people as before.
Returning to the cave, Tang Ping sorted out his belongings.
Currently, I have three more precious magic weapons on my body, two stone chickens, half of a hundred beautiful pictures, and the body of a snake that has not yet been refined.
After getting a little more familiar with it, Tang Ping planned to use secret techniques to strengthen it for more than a dozen levels to increase its strength again.
I don’t know the years on the mountain.
Being bored day after day, refining elixirs, practicing magic, and occasionally going out to socialize.
The surrounding crisis has been calmed down, and the fierce competition has turned into a secret confrontation.
The practice was completed this night.
The moonlight on the body surface disappeared, the Dharma returned to normal, the Huangquan dragon disappeared from the void, and the big earth snake was still breathing in the essence of heaven and earth.
The cave is surrounded by a gray border, a bit like an invisible wall, and the stone palace walls are painted with colorful patterns using vegetable oil paint.
It is marked with water potential, terrain, and forces of different colors.
This map forms a complex water network with the Yangtze River, Han River and various tributaries, and the Yunmengze water system.
In this picture, the Chu Kingdom is in the center, and the four original Jing Kingdom forces, Jing and Peng, are in the north. The total land in the four directions is four times the size of the Chu Kingdom.
Originally in a split state, Jiang Feng, who was in the Dinxia realm above Qi refining, returned and reunited the various forces.
The forces involved in these Yu Renqing are the life and death enemies of Chu State and Tang Ping. From now on, the battle between the two sides will continue, and Tang Ping is thinking about Yu Renqing's three dishes and one soup.
To the east is a vast wasteland with many tribes mixed in. These tribes are also physically powerful, and the surrounding forces call them Baiyue.
The name Baiyue sounds a bit barbaric, but in fact it is not. The ancestors of Baiyue are the Emperor clan, and they are the descendants of the Emperor clan. The Emperor clan is said to have twelve heads and a dragon head.
Before the emperor's capital was moved to the Northern Central Plains, it was located in the Liangzhu area of Baiyue.
"This place was developed by Du Yu." Tang Ping drew a line.
The Yelang Kingdom in the west is close to the Chu Kingdom. With the character of the Mirage Dragon God and the demon tribe, it is definitely not enough to obtain these. They will use various excuses in the future. Of course, they are now afraid of the Stone Chicken and should not act rashly.
To the west is the Otori Kingdom, as well as the Baipu Kingdom, Yong Kingdom, etc., and to the south is the Jade Kingdom, as well as the Wuxia Ancient Kingdom, which occupies tens of millions of square kilometers in the southwest, and there are some small countries on the edge and in the middle.
There is no actual control over this kind of territory, and it is normal to have a state within a state that is not subject to control.
These are also the enemies of Chu.
"We must defeat them in the future..." Tang Ping thought.
No matter what, the entire south must belong to the Chu State, so that it has the capital to dominate the world.
It can’t be used as a backdrop this time.
When Xiong Ba Zhang Wulang breaks through the refining of Qi, he will begin to expand outward.
When Tang Ping was thinking about the way forward, the jade talisman in the cave lit up.
It turned out to be a message from Meishan Zhang Wulang.
"Marquis Shen, we have found the remains of the Dongling Bird Master and discovered the method of offering sacrifices to Emperor E's daughter."
"Finally I found it..." Tang Ping walked out of Qunyushan Cave alone and flew towards Meishan.
Meishan is still filled with clouds and clouds of cigarettes.
Many navy masters sit in meditation and practice secret techniques.
The exhaled breath stirs up the white clouds and sweats like rain.
Wild dogs, evil tigers, and miasma demons live in harmony here.
In addition to the black altar, the largest altar on the mountain also has many small soul-refining altars. This is the ghost-refining art of war developed by Zhang Wulang.
Ghost soldiers can be summoned to the black altar every fifteenth to practice. After reaching a certain level, they can be on call to help the navy kill enemies.
A strong wind blew up, the cigarettes swayed, and Tang Ping suddenly appeared above the altar.
"Shen Hou!" Zhang Wulang stood up and saluted.
"Yeah. Long wait."
Zhang Wulang took out pieces of strange yellow paper from the storage bag. As soon as Tang Ping got started, he found that there was something wrong with the paper. The texture was as soft as silk cloth.
Human skin paper?
It should still be the most essential part of human skin.
It records the contents of the sacrifice in strange bird scripts. This is the most commonly used script among southern tribes. Tang Ping has lived for more than three hundred years, so he naturally knows this knowledge.
"Yu Shun had a great reputation and was one of the five emperors. After the Deming Dynasty and the beginning of Shun, Emperor Yao married two queens, Huang Ying. Shun succeeded Yao to the throne. Shun toured the south and died in Cangwu. The two concubines went to look for him and found out that Shun was dead. He was buried under nine
Yishan. The two daughters of Emperor Ying hugged the bamboo and cried, and died after running out of tears, staining the green bamboo with their tears. Shun died in Hunan, and the southern barbarians called him the King of Xiang, and Emperor E's daughter Ying was also called Mrs. Xiang."
"Mrs. Xiangjunxiang... turned out to be Shun and Ehuang Nvying."
Except for Yun Zhongjun, who makes soy sauce all day long, Tang Ping has never seen other gods in mythology, such as Shao Siming, Da Siming, Xiangjun and Mrs. Xiang.
It turns out to be here.
The human skin paper also records the method of worshiping the goddess of Xiangshui, which requires the use of tear bamboo, night pearls, shark oil and a water god as sacrifices.
There is also a line of small words at the bottom. The handwriting is very new. It should have been added by the Birdman Wizard later.
The general idea is that Shun's tour of the south was not to celebrate his achievements and enjoy the worship of various ethnic groups, but to search for the elixir of the Emperor of Heaven. The Emperor of Heaven should refer to one of the three emperors. According to legend, the Emperor of Heaven hid the elixir of death in the eight fasts, and the eight fasts are eight
house.
The elixir is guarded by the yellow bird, and its subordinate is the black snake.
The subsequent development was the same as the story Tang Ping heard before. The Yellow Bird and the Black Snake competed for the elixir, and each seemed to grab one, which evolved into the current snake-man and feather-man race.
There were another six copies lost in various places. Shun was looking for the southern magic medicine, but Shun had some bad luck and died on the way to find the elixir.
Therefore, the Big Bird Wizard thought that perhaps Ehuang Nvying knew the whereabouts of the elixir.
"Elixir of death..."
Tang Ping murmured to himself, of course he was interested in the elixir, and the ancient gods as well.
If we get their help, the unification of the South will be just around the corner.
The difficulty of the sacrificial ceremony lies in a water god and the Xiangfei Tears Bamboo.
Xiang Fei’s Tears Bamboo requires 9,999 pieces to build an altar. The Birdman Wizard must have scraped together this material, but he doesn’t know where it was lost.
You also need a living Xiangfei bamboo.
You can only find this slowly in the ghost market.
Tang Ping accepted the human skin paper and will study towards this goal from now on.
Being idle in the long years is also idle.
Might as well find something to do.
Tang Ping said to Zhang Wulang: "You should pay more attention on weekdays and see if you find anything."
"Yes."
"Are there any problems here in the human world?"
"No problem. Xiong Ba has gone into seclusion. He will also go into seclusion in the next few days. Besides us, there are eight wandering gods in the world. Do you want to meet them?"
"No need."
In a few decades, it is estimated that almost all the Fourteen Gods of Yushan will be wandering gods, and wandering gods will not be so valuable by then.
"By the way, I have one more thing to report, disciple."
"What's the matter?"
"The stone chicken seems to be a tool made in an overseas country and used to fight against the merchants of Dayi. Its original form is the whale chicken of the East China Sea. It does not need to be resurrected. It only needs to find a way to control it."
"It seems that my control methods are similar."
In this case, there is no need to find a method, just use the magic method to control it.
After arranging matters in the human world, Tang Ping returned to the cave to practice.
Ten years later.
Du Yu would still fly pigeons to deliver letters every few years, but there has been no movement in recent years.
Zhang Wulang passed through the Jianxia Ghost Market and collected one or two hundred Xiangfei bamboos one after another.
Late at night, the moonlight on the Yushan Mountains gathers together, lingering for a long time, with heavy light and shadow, like a wonder in the heavenly palace.
Inside the cave, there is a glazed body of moonlight, incense, and the entire cave is illuminated.
After a long time, the moonlight slowly dissipated, revealing Tang Ping's original appearance, with black and white appearance and three eyes.
Indestructible incense and glass body (1/10000) is completed. Taiyin refining method (10000/10000) is completed.
After ten years of practice, the taiyin refining method has been perfected, the incense and glazed body, the divine beating and flag-waving and shouting are rampant.
Red pine nut refining technique (10000/20000).
As expected, I have inherited the perfect level of proficiency from the Taiyin Refining Technique, and the Chisong Nut Refining Technique is one point a day.
There are still 10,000 points left until the mid-term.
It will take about twenty-seven years.
Ten years later.
Qunyu County.
At night, lanterns are hung all over the county. Young men and women wear the latest clothes and go to the lantern festival in twos and threes. Although many places still reveal the atmosphere of ancient times and simplicity, which is not much different from the ancient times that Tang Ping is familiar with.
There is no great defense between men and women in this world, both women and men boldly show their love.
Today is Qiqiao Festival, a day for single men and women to seek mates.
As long as you see the person you like, go forward and send a lantern. If the other person accepts it, it will be successful, but not vice versa.
"Do you know the origin of the Qiqiao Festival? So, so, so, so..." An old man who looked like a poet was talking among the crowd.
As for the origin of the Qiqiao Festival, the poet said it originated from the ancient Zhurong period.
Poets are real mortals, and their legends are almost heard from some magical beings in the mountains and forests.
That's right, a certain god started to make up random stories and spread them based on his age and seniority.
Anyway, he is old and can not only adapt, but even make up random things.
Among the crowd, a handsome scholar in white clothes was walking around with a petite and handsome book boy.
"Ji!"
"Lord Shenhou, my name is Ji Li."
"Li, how about this earthly festival? It has been held for fifteen years. Hey, I am really worried about the population."
Tang Ping took credit while looking around.
At this time, he found that the crowd was making a noise and was coming from the direction he was coming from.
Could it be that the divine power of Shenhou has leaked out? It can’t be covered up like the bright moon in the sky?