Chapter two hundred and seventy six returning to the ancestors
Outside Junzhou City.
The sky is filled with loess, it is already April in Jambu, the grass is growing in the wild and orioles are flying, and the feeling of spring is strong.
On a day unknown to anyone, a Qingqi cavalry disguised themselves as leaving Junzhou City.
The young man standing on the horse, dressed in black and smart, with a hint of fierceness between his brows, was Lu Qingping who had received orders from Lu Qi and left the city for Mozhou the next day.
"Over there in Mozhou, my father has already arranged for someone to take care of you. To ensure your safety, he also left some tips for careful planning."
These were the words Lu Qi earnestly warned before he left.
Lu Qingping patted the treasure bag on her waist, which contained more than twenty trophies of ghosts and gods harvested from southern Xinjiang, equivalent to a dozen masters who could carry them with them.
With these combat powers at hand, when we go to Mozhou, we have the confidence to threaten the city defense of Mozhou.
That's right.
Mozhou is a state on the border of the Northern Tang Dynasty.
Grandmaster Gai Kunlun, the world's greatest swordsman and number one among the people, lives in this city.
The leader of swordsmen in the world, with just one Heavenly Sword Order, can order all the swordsmen in the world to be the leader respected by all swordsmen in the world.
In this world of immortal martial arts, all kinds of weapons compete for glory. However, when it comes to the two most outstanding weapons, they are the swords of the gods on the mountain and the spears in the hands of the soldiers on the battlefield.
Swords and spears are the two most famous weapons in the world of Jambudvipa.
They are all the most difficult to practice.
However, if you can achieve success in swordsmanship and spearmanship, you will at least become a famous master.
On the contrary, as the most common weapon in the world - the knife.
But it never created much of a reputation from beginning to end.
It is simply because swordsmanship is the easiest to learn and master. There may be the most swordsmen practicing swordsmanship, but there are only few people who can practice peerless swordsmanship.
In martial arts practice, after you reach the level of Grand Master, you have to turn your magical power into a Dharma form. This is the step where you begin to condense your magic weapon.
In the hands of gods, the sword master is dexterous and can change quickly, making it the most suitable weapon for assassination. Therefore, the flying sword was derived, which is the favorite weapon of immortal cultivators.
And at the foot of the mountain.
On the battlefield, the long gun has the advantage of being one inch longer and stronger, and is the mainstream on the battlefield.
Only the sword, which can be used for simple chopping, slashing, and plundering, is far inferior to the dexterity of flying swords that control assassinations, and even the most powerful spears on the battlefield.
In short, sword skills only occupy a place in the martial arts world under the mountain. It is rare for immortal monks to use swords to make weapons.
In the martial arts world at the foot of the mountain, sword skills are not as good as marksmanship on the battlefield.
This puts the knife as a weapon in an awkward position.
But after all these years, Yanfu still produced several dazzling swordsmen.
Starting from the first generation of sword masters, they were determined to unite the world's swordsmen and establish a sect for swordsmanship, hoping to establish a holy land of swordsmanship like the Ye family.
Thanks to the hard work of ancestors of all generations, it has finally reached a small scale.
Unfortunately, after so many years, there has never been a swordsman who can reach the end of the realm with a sword, or prove the soul with a sword.
Five hundred years ago, Ye Hongxue was the most promising person to establish a sect on behalf of the swordsmanship. Unfortunately, he had been entangled with the Ye family all his life, and his purpose was not this. Even the sword chief personally gave up his throne and asked him to be the chief swordsman.
Neither paid any attention to it.
Today's Sword Alliance can be said to be a huge force in the world, but it is not as good as the holy land of the sect, and it is not as high as the martial arts sect.
Because wherever the Sword Leader is, the Sword Alliance will be there, and with only the Heavenly Sword Order of the first generation Sword Leader, he can command all the swordsmen in the world.
Sword leader Gai Kunlun is located in an important place in Mozhou. A year ago, it was announced that the whole world would choose a successor. Now, as the time limit is approaching, a world-wide sword-asking conference will be held in Mozhou's Tiandao Valley.
For the critical moment of the war between the two countries.
Such a key city.
As long as Lu Qingping takes over the title of the new swordsman in the world and takes charge of the Heavenly Sword Order, it will be easy to capture Mozhou.
But once something changes in Mozhou.
Lu Qi can then launch a general offensive in Qingzhou, so that the front and rear cannot care about each other.
The premise is that this planning operation must be carried out secretly, so Lu Qingping quietly left the city in plainclothes, even changing her appearance. She also had various concealment methods from the palace arsenal. Under the layers of concealment, as long as she did not use her famous moves
, no one recognized him.
But it is a bit difficult for a young man to become the world's best swordsman without using his famous moves.
fortunately.
The second soul method has been obtained.
As long as the Son of Blood God is trained into the second soul, breaks through to the magical power, and simply relies on his realm, he can conquer everyone!
Three days on the road.
Right now, Lu Qingping has been studying the method of understanding the second spirit.
By the third day, we were already halfway to the direction of the curse.
He led the horse to a small village on the road.
At that time, the sun was setting in the west, and golden clouds were shining from the west, bringing with it a hint of warmth.
Inside the village, it was very deserted.
Ta da~
After walking dozens of steps into the village, there was only the sound of Lu Qingping's footsteps and it was extremely quiet.
After walking a few steps further, I finally saw smoke rising from a house.
Lu Qingping was curious and led her horse over.
There was an old woman in her seventies in the hospital with blurred eyes. She raised her head with difficulty and looked over: "My child, who are you?"
Lu Qingping looked at the village, smiled and said, "I'm passing through here on my way and would like to rest in this village for a night. Is it possible?"
The old woman looked at Lu Qingping's horses and clothes, was silent for a moment, lowered her head and said, "Oh, you can live here if you want. Everyone in the village has left, and there are many empty houses. You can live in any house you want."
"Thank you, mother-in-law."
Lu Qingping looked at the dilapidated village and asked: "If I remember correctly, there should be many families here. Why are there only a few families now?"
When he came down the mountain from Tianzong, he passed by this village. It was a year ago. The place was bustling with people, every household was cooking smoke, and you could still see children chasing each other and playing.
The old woman was too old and was very slow to pick vegetables. She sighed calmly: "There is another war. Before the soldiers came to kill them, many people ran away. My son and I couldn't run, so we didn't leave."
Hearing this, Lu Qingping felt helpless in her eyes and said nothing more.
He was also one of the main culprits behind this war that caused many people to be displaced and leave their homes.
After Lu Qingping tied up her horse, she thanked the old man and went to rest in the thatched hut next door where firewood was piled.
Behind the back, there was a faint sound of coughing from an old woman at home:
"Aniang, who is it..."
"A young man staying overnight...Son, are you feeling better from your cough..." The mother-in-law's voice was hoarse and sad.
The old man said in a difficult voice: "I'm fine, I just need to lie down for a few more days and I'll be fine."
"It would be great if there was no war. I could go to Zhao Changshan's house to borrow some herbs to cook for you. He is a hunter and can often dig up some herbs, but he also fled to Junzhou with his family a few days ago...
"
The old woman sobbed sadly.
In the distance, Lu Qingping heard all this, and her heart became even heavier.
He did not expect that this old man had no children or grandchildren to take care of him. Instead, he was seventy or eighty years old and still taking care of a son in his sixties...
"Troubled times..."
Lu Qingping's heart was heavy, her heart was shaken by this scene, and her fists were a little unstable.
At night, he left some herbs for an old mother and her son.
After coming back, he sat cross-legged in the thatched house and murmured: "This can only save them for a while. In this chaotic war and this troubled world, I don't know how many people like this mother and son are saved one by one. How can we save them one by one?"
come over?"
"Stopping the source is the only way to cure the root cause, and that is to bring peace to the world as soon as possible!"
In troubled times, it is difficult for people to live, and he is also unhappy.
If we can bring peace to the world as soon as possible, not only will others live a good life, but we will also live a very comfortable life.
"To create peace for all people in the world..."
Lu Qingping muttered these words.
Only when Jambu is unified and the country is unique can we have a peaceful and prosperous age. Therefore, war must be fought.
If you don't fight, others will.
Then fight it yourself!
Only if you create a peaceful and prosperous age for the people of the world as soon as possible, can everyone enjoy the blessings of peace as soon as possible and no longer suffer from the pain of troubled times.
In a short period of time, Lu Qingping experienced a small doubt about herself, and then strengthened her fist again, and a layer of dust seemed to have been wiped away from her soul.
If anyone sees it, they will feel that the boy has regained a certain intimidating temperament, and is so confident that people dare not look directly at him.
This is exactly the great will required to enter the end of martial arts!
An episode in a small village allowed Lu Qingping's boxing spirit and state of mind to condense once again, catching up with the state of the master's blood energy. It was no longer just the master's blood energy but no state of mind.
"No wonder the Confucian sect has me examining myself three times a day, and the Buddhist sect diligently wipes away my words from time to time, so as not to let any dusty words appear. The difficulty in the journey of the great road is not to understand, but to practice..."
Only by carrying out the great path under your feet without changing it can you train your fist intention throughout your whole body and achieve the body of gods and demons.
What this requires is that no matter how far you go, you still don’t forget your original intention and keep it in mind. Otherwise, you will take the wrong path and the road will be hopeless.
Once upon a time, I wiped away the dust from my heart.
In the next half of the night, even when Lu Qingping started to practice the second soul method, it went smoothly several times, as if the spiritual stage was clear throughout the night, as if there was divine help.
Under the practice of the Second Yuan Shen Dharma.
The Blood God Son in front of him emitted a bloody glimmer, and runes came out from between Lu Qingping's eyebrows and struck them.
Time passed in succession for several days.
In the middle, the old lady came over and asked if she wanted to eat, but Lu Qingping declined with a smile.
Seeing that she looked happy, it must be that the herbs left by Lu Qingping were effective for her son's condition.
Three days later.
A deserted courtyard.
Inside the hut.
A blood-colored embryo the size of a fist appeared in front of Lu Qingping. There were golden lines on it, revealing the mystery and depth of the soul.
"This is the preliminary stage of the second soul, 'Nascent Soul'. Waiting for it to jump out of the embryo and enter the world, it will become the soul. But before that, it must first practice the magical power of protecting the body.
Only then can we appear in broad daylight and not be burned by the blazing sun..."
It will take a period of warm-nurturing and sacrificial refining for the Blood God Son's second spirit to completely establish a connection with him as the outer spirit.
However, the innate magical power that comes from the depths of the god's own soul has begun to condense into a magical seed in the embryo.
The Blood God Son has entered the magical realm of magical powers!
Moreover, the demigod blood that had devoured the arm of the Martial Arts End was still pushing up its realm, and along with Lu Qingping's second soul seed, it was constantly nourished, integrated, and finally broke through.
It is still continuing to digest the huge amount of blood. I am afraid that by the time it is finished digesting, not only will its magical powers appear, but it will also possess the physical form.
At that time, the second soul will directly enter the peak of the magical realm!
Lu Qingping immersed her mind into the magical seeds of the Blood Nascent Soul, and clearly understood what this magical power was:
"Returning bloodline to ancestors?"
The Son of Blood God comes from the ancient Blood God.
It itself is a kind of law of heaven and earth. It is born from the spirit and transforms into a body with the help of blood, so it has the ability to control blood.
Blood, the most important source of life for all things.
Coming from parents and ancestors is called bloodline and is called inheritance.
"Atavism..."
Lu Qingping stared hard, the Blood God Son's innate magical power was a throwback to his ancestors.
You can condense the strongest bloodline from your ancestors from your own bloodline, and then summon that bloodline to reappear in this world and recreate the style of your distant ancestors!
"Distant ancestor...Lu Wu?"
Is it possible that, after returning to the ancestral magical power, we can directly condense the human-immortal form of our distant ancestor Lu Wu?