"Many times, people always like to recall everything in their past."
Wei He stood on the top of a hill, looking at the tall royal mausoleum Tai Chi in the distance.
He thought about finally going in to test it out, but unfortunately he still couldn't do it.
More than thirty years.
No matter what the outcome was, he still wanted to leave some thoughts for himself.
"Sooner or later, Xuwu, I will think of a way to solve the problem of cultivation!" Wei He had already made a decision in his heart.
The road to martial arts is over, and he has been unable to do anything else these past years except using martial arts techniques to refresh his vitality.
True energy and true blood require true energy and true beasts.
Even if you are not a real person, you still need to take a lot of high-energy flesh and blood to make progress step by step.
But the alien beasts were originally derived from the bloodline of real beasts, and now the alien beasts are extinct.
Just ordinary beasts.
Wei He tried the same set of Heavenly Seal Nine Strikes True Skill.
You can't even practice it at the basic stage, and you won't be able to improve it until you get to second blood.
The Zhenjin system collapsed, and Zhenxue was in despair.
Because true blood completely relies on the blood vessels in the body.
On the contrary, Seracla's warrior system only tempers one's body to the limit. The combat power is of some use.
But this kind of tempering has reached its limit, and because there is no true energy, real beasts, strange beasts, etc. to nourish itself, it cannot produce the knight's aura at all. It cannot extend its life and restore itself.
So Wei He tested the Seracla warrior system. It was very exciting to practice, but the more you practiced, the faster you died.
He tried all three paths, but unfortunately none of them worked.
Come down from the top of the mountain.
Wei He walked slowly away from the mausoleum.
The worries are gone. Now that he still has three hundred years to live, he will use this time to take a look at the world and see where the only opportunity to break the situation is to continue moving forward amid the general changes.
Over the years, he carefully investigated and found that Senior Sister Yuandu Zi most likely did not return to the mausoleum and did not die in the open space.
Even the feathers she dropped in front of the mausoleum were able to persist for so long before they collapsed.
With how much cultivation Senior Sister Yuanduzi has, it's even more impossible that she wouldn't be able to see any wreckage.
Moreover, there is another key that makes Wei He want to leave to search for clues.
That is, when he was out on an outing a few years ago, he accidentally met some tourists who were looking at Tai Chi diagrams.
He learned from these tourists.
In the hometown of two of the tourists, there were legends of giant black birds flying across the sky.
The description of the black bird is very similar to the appearance of the black-stamped Kunpeng of the senior sister.
After getting the news, Wei He couldn't sit still.
But at that time, both Wan Qingqing and Hanquan needed to be taken care of by themselves, and their illnesses were difficult to treat. If it weren't for his medical skills that forced them to prepare medicines to kill them, they probably wouldn't have survived more than a hundred days.
Being able to hang for such a long time is already the limit.
If he had left at that time, I am afraid that the two girls would not survive more than three months.
So for the sake of his family, he forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart.
After that, after careful inquiries one after another, Wei He discovered that the world after the Qi disappeared did not seem to be as ordinary and simple as he thought.
Biological weapons are indeed on the way out.
Common basic gunpowder weapons appear.
Thirty years of innovation have brought the once-big moon to a state similar to that of the Republic of China period.
The firearms and artillery have been perfected again, although their power is not as exaggerated as before when they were made from the materials of real beasts.
But it's enough to deal with ordinary people.
The most important thing is that without the warriors coming and going, ordinary careerists began to have the right to speak.
Warlords used various methods to occupy the major territories of Da Yue. They divided this once ancient empire into many pieces.
More people, more guns, more artillery means power!
This is the theme of this era.
But these alone are not enough to impress Wei He, whose explosive speed can easily reach more than twice the speed of sound.
What really shocked him was what he heard from outsiders about the strange and strange things that were happening in various places.
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"We sell rock sugar and osmanthus soup! Sweet osmanthus soup, if it's not delicious, no charge! Five cents a bowl!"
The vendors carrying their burdens swayed along the street, walking on the slightly damp mossy stone pavement, shouting all the way.
The pole was on his shoulders, bending and straightening as he walked.
It's seven o'clock in the morning.
Occasionally, a few patrolling soldiers in dark blue uniforms can be seen, shaking their heads and carrying guns, lazily yawning and walking.
In Ningzhou City in the early morning, there is still a faint white mist floating in the air.
The hawker walked for a while and called for a while, but there was still no business, so he simply decided to put down his load and take a rest at the steps in front of a medicine shop.
The medicine shop is not open yet, but you can faintly hear the sound of people packing things inside.
"Excellent sugar water, rock sugar and osmanthus soup! Five cents a bowl. If it's not delicious, no charge!" The vendor shouted again at the top of his lungs.
"Bring me a bowl." A deep male voice sounded from behind the vendor.
The hawker's eyes lit up, and his business was finally open.
He quickly turned around, only to see a two-meter-tall strong man like an iron tower, wearing a thick gray-black cloak, standing in front of him.
The strong man had a chin beard, his entire head was covered in a cloak and hat, and he was wearing a strange black short-sleeved undershirt.
The underwear was very thin and looked odd in style, like the blouses worn by coolies walking the streets, but the material was obviously not cheap.
The hawker felt strange, but judging from the material of his clothes, the man in front of him was definitely not a poor man.
At least it should be a level where the family has spare money.
After all, these days, if you don't have any wealth, you can't grow so big.
Without saying a word, he quickly untied the thick insulation cloth, opened the lid, skillfully scooped out a bowl of rock sugar and osmanthus soup with a wooden spoon hanging inside, and handed it to the other party.
The burly man took out a handful of copper coins from his pocket, counted out five coins, handed them back, then took a sip of the sweet-scented osmanthus soup.
This place is at least five thousand miles away from the Imperial Tomb of Dayue.
Five thousand miles, for ordinary people, there is no doubt that it will take dozens of days to get there if everything goes well.
But for Wei He, it's only two hours away.
This speed is faster than the plane in the previous life. At least the plane still needs to include security check time, and he does not need security check.
Wei He was holding the sweet-scented osmanthus soup, and while drinking, he looked around at the city he had just arrived.
The name Ningzhou City seems not to have been called this before, but after the warlords scuffle, this ancient city was looted twenty years ago.
After that, the remaining people and the new outsiders mixed together and rebuilt their homes, and then the entire city was renamed Ningzhou.
It means hoping for peace.
"Only those who have experienced war will know the value of peace."
Wei He sighed softly.
"What you said is very literate!" The vendor smiled and gave a thumbs up.
Although the other party's accent was a little weird, he still understood the basic meaning.
After thirty years of evolution, the Wei family has not cut off contact with the outside world, and has naturally been affected by changes outside.
Since Wei He decided to go out and look for clues, he had already made various preparations.
Accent, money, and maps are all part of it.
And the reason why he came here, this Ningzhou City, was naturally because of the legend of the giant bird that he had heard before.
After gathering his thoughts, Wei He's eyes wandered, scanning the gradually increasing number of pedestrians on the street.
These people are all sallow, skinny, and malnourished.
Most of the people who come out at this time are coolies and clerks.
Occasionally, a rickshaw and a car slowly drive by, and a wealthy man wearing a long gown and a mandarin jacket can be seen inside, with a plump complexion. He is completely different from the passers-by outside.
Wei He couldn't help but think of the great famine a few years ago.
After the collapse of Big Moon, a large number of meat fields were necrotic, and there was no longer a large number of meat fields cultivated with plants and Qi to supply meat.
Most of Dayue's food supply system collapsed in an instant.
In that great famine, countless thousands of people starved to death.
Then there were floods, and many crops rotted in the water, causing the country's grain production to plummet.
At that time, changing children and eating them was really not just talk.
"Brother, I want to ask something." Wei He said. "I used to be in other places, and I heard that there was a huge black bird flying across Ningzhou City. I also stopped here to rest, but I didn't know about this.
Is the legend true?"
"The giant black bird? Oh, you're talking about the legend of the Crow King, right?" The vendor complained quite a bit about being called little brother. After all, Wei He didn't necessarily look older than him.
But now that the other party asked a question, his eyes lit up and he saw a few more copper coins suddenly appearing in the other party's hand.
He smiled. He took the copper coins calmly and replied quickly.
"The Crow King is said to have stayed on the nearby Yuewu Mountain. But the stay was short. Soon, it took off again and left in the distance."
"Now, on the other side of Yuewu Mountain, there is a place called Dengxiantai where the Crow King once stopped. You can go there and have a look."
"Ascending the Immortal Platform?" Wei He thought thoughtfully.
After drinking the sweet-scented osmanthus soup, Wei He returned the wooden bowl to the other party.
"By the way, I would also like to ask if there is any place suitable for practicing martial arts in Ningzhou City."
"Practice martial arts?" The vendor was stunned.
Then he noticed that the reason why the strong man in front of him was so strong was probably related to martial arts training.
"The place where we practice martial arts is in the northern suburbs of the city. There is a gymnasium. But last year I heard that there was a fire there and the house was burned down. I don't know where it is now." The vendor shook his head.
What's the use of practicing martial arts these days? Previously, when he saw men practicing martial arts on the street, he couldn't stand the patrolling soldiers taking fruits without paying them, so he took action to fight against the injustice.
Unfortunately, he was shot to death on the spot.
"Forget it." Wei He said lightly, although he had some guesses in his mind before coming.
The true energy was cut off, the martial arts could not adapt, and most of the secret martial arts books became useless paper.
Only the most basic parts are effective.
But with so little foundation and only one blood level at most, it is impossible to defeat current firearms.
Saying goodbye to the hawkers, Wei He looked at the streets that were gradually getting busier. In a daze, he felt like he had returned to the ancient city in his previous life.
But he soon regained his composure and strode out of the city.