The low sound of war drums enveloped Qingzhou, and the huge city seemed to quiet down. There were no more pedestrians or vendors on the bustling streets in the past.
The shops along the street are also closed.
Ji Longshan walked slowly on the street, throwing away a couple of pieces of silver, pulling a piece of clothing from outside a certain shop and putting it on. His energy and blood converged, and as his muscles and bones rubbed against each other, his figure returned to normal size.
"That's all the big evil and small good, right? Confucian scholars are really the most hypocritical people in the world. They are disgusting and disgusting!"
A voice of indifference sounded.
"Whatever I want to do has nothing to do with whether it's big or small or big or small."
Ji Longshan stopped and scanned the surroundings with his sharp eyes. He was vaguely aware of it, but he couldn't tell where the person in the dark was.
"Old acquaintance, since you are here, why don't you show up and meet me?"
"It's better not to see you. I'm afraid that if I see you, I won't be able to help but beat you to death."
The calm and indifferent voice seemed to come from all directions, erratic and unclear from where it came.
"There is no shadow in the four directions, and the eight poles are uncertain. Your martial arts has become more and more superb. Unfortunately, martial arts is just martial arts."
Ji Longshan sneered:
"If you don't show up, you're probably afraid of being beaten to death by me!"
He looked around coldly, wary in his heart.
His talent is not bad, but he eventually became a monk halfway and had no famous teacher to guide him. Even if he cultivates the Red Dragon True Gang, in terms of martial arts foundation, he is not as good as Tang Bailie and the other four.
Not to mention that this man in the dark could be said to be the most powerful person in martial arts that he had ever seen.
"It seems that your body of hundred-refined black iron has given you great confidence. Unfortunately, when the time comes, you can't inspire me to come out."
The calm voice had waves, as if he was eager to give it a try, but he seemed to be trying his best to suppress it:
"Don't worry, when the time comes, I will show up and beat you to death!"
As the words echoed, the breath gradually faded away.
"Ha~"
Ji Longshan stood on the long street, staring in all directions, with a glimmer of light in his eyes:
"Ritual... Is he pregnant with Tao Fruit?"
While he was frowning, a young man with a green face walked out of the alleyway next to him, came to him, and knelt down on one knee:
"Subordinate Luo Zhong, please pay your respects to Da Longtou."
"How about outside the city?"
Ji Longshan gathered his thoughts, glanced at the person in front of him, and asked calmly.
This person's name is Luo Zhong, but he is not a young man, but has practiced a very strange martial arts. He looks young, but in fact he is already over fifty.
He is one of the masters in Changliu Mountain, second only to the Six Great Bandits.
"Most of the brothers have arrived, and the Green Forest brothers from various prefectures and counties have also rushed outside the city. At this moment, they should be settling in the refugee city built by Xu Wenji.
Just wait for the big dragon head to give the order and then you can use your strength..."
Luo Zhong looked solemn, but he couldn't help but feel a little worried:
"But Qingzhou City is loose on the outside and tight on the inside. There are many masters near the city wall, and half of the divine arm crossbows have been dismantled into the city, or they have been prepared for internal and external cooperation, so it is difficult to remove them.
If it is not removed, once the city is attacked, there will be heavy casualties..."
How powerful is the Divine Arm Crossbow?
If one arrow is shot, hundreds of people wearing heavy armor will be shot through. If the God's Arm Crossbow cannot be destroyed, no matter how many people come, they will all die.
"Just follow orders."
Ji Longshan had no expression on his face.
Luo Zhong gritted his teeth and said bravely:
"Da Longtou, you may not be afraid because of your great martial arts skills, but brothers, who are mortal in the flesh, are really frightened. If, if..."
With that said, he handed over a letter.
"Luo Zhong, do you know why I trust you alone among the one hundred and eight people who have been on the throne for a long time and tell you my whereabouts?"
Ji Longshan said slowly.
"Yes, it's because my subordinates are the most obedient..."
Luo Zhong's face turned pale, and at the end of his sentence, he immediately closed his mouth, not daring to ask any more questions.
"Go ahead."
Ji Longshan sent him away, opened the letter, glanced at it, breathed out, and shattered it.
"A rabble..."
Taking out a handkerchief and wiping the palm of his hand as he opened the letter, Ji Longshan murmured to himself and disappeared on the street.
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On another street, a group of ugly-looking six-door arresters were carrying several seriously injured silver medal arresters towards the six-door station.
"Master Tang..."
Looking at Tang Bailie who couldn't stop coughing up blood on the door panel, Tie Feng looked sad.
As one of the most elite head catchers under the Six Gates Bronze Badge, he naturally saw the mission of killing Ji Longshan from beginning to end.
Among the four silver medal arresters, Yu Xuan and Bu Lingxu were the least injured, while Tang Bailie and Zhao Qingchuan, who practiced the most powerful external skills, were almost crippled.
Especially Tang Bailie, who swallowed a lot of wound medicine and could hardly stop coughing up blood. If it weren't for the strong vitality provided by twelve blood transfusions, he would have died at this time.
"You can't die yet."
Tang Bailie turned over and coughed out a mouthful of black blood. He glanced at the group of demoralized arresters who were obviously resentful and worried, and sighed softly:
"This battle has nothing to do with others. It's because we are inferior to others. But even if Ji Longshan has successful magical powers, his knowledge will be shallow until the chief arrester returns.
We will definitely break his magical power and capture and kill him!"
"Master Chief Catcher..."
Everyone was silent for a moment, feeling a little better, but still worried.
The martial arts skills of the Chief Constable are mysterious, but after all, not many people have seen it. They had witnessed the previous battle with their own eyes.
At this time, my heart was full of fear.
This is no longer something they can handle.
"That's all."
Tang Bailie said no more and closed his eyes.
Soon, a group of people had turned around six doors, and under Tang Bailie's guidance, they carried him to a campus surrounded by rockeries and trees, and dispersed.
"Are you blaming me?"
After a brief silence, a voice echoed in the courtyard.
"Ahem..."
Tang Bailie coughed up blood and struggled to sit up. After trying his best to adjust his breathing, he answered:
"My subordinates dare not."
"Don't you dare? It seems that you are indeed blaming me."
A calm voice echoed in the courtyard:
"You have seen the magical power with your own eyes, but you still have no concept of Tao and Fruit. You only know that the disaster is profound, but you don't know how great the disaster is."
Tang Bailie didn't answer and adjusted his breathing silently.
After the violent outburst, although he was lucky enough to survive, he was still seriously injured. Not to mention that even after a while, even three to five years, he might not be able to get better.
"Do you know the battle at Liujishan fifty years ago?"
A dull-looking young man walked out from behind the rockery.
This young man has an average height and ordinary facial features. No matter from any angle, he looks ordinary. He is the kind of person who can't be found in a crowd.
The only thing that was different from ordinary people was his face, which was so dull that he seemed to have no expression at all.
This person is the chief arrester of Qingzhou, Fang Qidao.
He patted Tang Bailie's shoulder gently, breathing heavily, to heal his injuries.
"call!"
As the powerful inner breath entered the body, Tang Bailie felt that the stinging pain had slowed down, and his face had a trace of blood:
"Could it be?"
"Eight thousand miles away from Liuji Mountain, the first battle was between the Ming Dynasty, Da Li, and Tianlang Kingdom, with more than three million elite troops. In the follow-up, there will be countless reinforcements...
After that battle, the Ming Dynasty was almost shrouded in mourning, and the vitality of the Three Kingdoms was severely damaged, and it is only now that it has recovered, and the source of all this..."
Fang Qidao sighed:
"It comes from the Dao Fruit 'Seven Kills' obtained by the Lord of the Heavenly Wolf Court, Xuan Taiji..."
"it turns out……"
Even though there were speculations, there were similar rumors before, but when he was really convinced, Tang Bailie was still shocked and a little horrified.
Who would have thought that a world-famous war that killed and injured hundreds of millions of people would actually be a ceremony?
Only then did we understand why Xu Wenji was so solemn.
Even though he knew it was irreversible, he still tried hard to persuade Ji Longshan...
"wrong!"
After being startled, Tang Bailie reacted: "If this is the case, shouldn't we have killed Ji Longshan earlier?"
"The Tao and Fruit are all-encompassing, and the ritual is even more unpredictable. Who knew that Ji Longshan's personal danger was not part of the ritual?"
Fang Qidao slowly put away his palms with a calm expression:
"It is not unprecedented in history to commit suicide to achieve enlightenment."
"Can……"
Tang Bailie wanted to say something, but felt that he had nothing to say.
In any case, his understanding of Tao and Fruit is only superficial and has no basis for argument.
"Furthermore, is it possible that a veteran of two dynasties who has served as an official to the Crown Prince, Grand Master, and Minister of War is really helpless? If he doesn't take action, is he really powerless?"
Fang Qidao's eyes flashed:
"Confucian scholars are the most cunning. Never believe the words of old Confucian scholars!"
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The setting sun is like blood, beacon fires are lit at the top of the city, and the smoke is billowing. A group of soldiers are surging on the city wall, arranging their armor and preparing for the battle.
When Xu Wenji came slowly, a group of state government servants were busy carrying arrows and boiling gold juice. The smell was quite pungent.
"There is no one available in Qingzhou, which is so big."
Looking at the commotion in the refugee gathering place outside the city, Qiu Zhanyu couldn't help but sigh.
Be it Qingzhou or Longyuan Dao, there is no doubt that the power of the imperial court is the leader and no force can compete with it. However, the power of the imperial court itself is extremely complicated.
Take Qingzhou as an example.
Qingzhou soldiers, state government offices, six gates, and Jinyi guards are not under their own control, and there are many factions within them.
Nie Wendong, the leader of the state, could not mobilize any forces outside the state government, and Wei Zhengxian, the general of Qingzhou, could not control the six gates and Jin Yiwei, and vice versa.
Xu Wenji held a blank document, but he did not have the power to prime minister Qingzhou's military and political affairs.
Qingzhou soldiers, six gates, and Jin Yiwei, in principle, can ignore his orders. This is a means of restricting the officials of the frontier.
At this time, it also became a constraint.
The only person who can lead the military and political affairs in wartime is King Long Yuan, and no one under him can do so.
Xu Wenji was able to mobilize the Jin Yiwei because the commander was his junior and could mobilize the six gates, or because they were in close contact with Ji Longshan.
However, most of the Jin Yiwei were photographed by him and sent to Deyang Mansion, the chief of the six gates disappeared, and the state leader Nie Wendong left for a long time. At this time, it was really unsustainable.
"A rabble is a rabble after all. The only one who can be worried about in the long run is just one person from Jilongshan."
Xu Wenji watched calmly.
In the distance, where refugees gather, there is already some chaos.
However, that's all. The place where the refugees gather is already within the range of the God's Arm Crossbow. Thousands of God's Arm Crossbows are already ready to go. No one dares to take the lead at this time.
"If these refugees had been brought into the city and the divine arm crossbows were fired in full force, as many bandits as they came would have died."
Qiu Zhanyu looked at the divine arm crossbow pulled by the bowstring, feeling pity.
The divine arm crossbow is a weapon of the country.
As long as any family dares to hide such a thing, it is a grave crime to confiscate the family and exterminate the family.
If Qingzhou hadn't been located at the border and it was inconvenient to transport these divine arm crossbows, the imperial court would not have allowed so many to be left behind after the battle at Liujishan.
In front of one thousand two hundred divine arm crossbows, even the Martial Saint must avoid the sharp edges, otherwise, he will be shot into a sieve.
"It's useless. Where the divine arm crossbow is, it's almost inevitable to coerce the refugees and attack the city. Ji Longshan has read books after all, so he doesn't understand this truth."
Xu Wenji shook his head slightly.
The Divine Arm Crossbow is still a powerful weapon on the battlefield to this day.
Even the craftsmen who have been tinkering with black powder in Tiangongyuan for most of their lives have to hold their noses to recognize this.
No one wants to try the experience of firing thousands of arrows head-on.
"really."
Qiu Zhanyu nodded.
Neither of them regarded the Changliu Bandits lurking outside the city as a serious threat. Qingzhou City has so many powerful arrows, how could anyone dare to attack the city head-on?
The only way to defeat the city is to cooperate with the outside.
In other words, after taking Jilong Mountain, none of these bandits would dare to attack the city with 1,200 divine arm crossbows, not to mention the trees falling down and the hozens scattering.
Can……
"Sir, even if these bandits are nothing to fear, how should Jilongshan deal with them?"
Qiu Zhanyu pinched his fingers lightly:
"I have sent a message to command the envoy, but I am afraid that it is beyond the reach of the whip..."
The Scarlet Dragon True Gang that he used forcefully before shattered the tiger's mouth on his right hand.
"My magical powers are indeed miraculous, but they may not be indestructible. What I am worried about right now is his real purpose. His purpose is not Qingzhou City, but he still risked his life to come here..."
Xu Wenji pinched his eyebrows lightly:
"Once the ritual is completed, it is truly uncontrollable..."
There was solemnity in his heart.
Supernatural powers are born from the Tao Fruit, but not from the Tao Fruit itself. Beyond the ritual, there are two worlds.
Having witnessed such an existence with his own eyes, he knew very well that the difference between the thresholds was almost like the difference between humans and immortals...
"Then we can only wait for him to knock on the door again?"
Qiu Zhanyu was a little unwilling.
He knew very well that the reason why Ji Longshan was able to besiege Fuxing Street today was because Xu Wenji had predicted the enemy before him, and it was not because the former came to the city just to drink tea.
The reason why they hurried to the city was to prevent Jilongshan from destroying the divine arm crossbows inside and outside the city.
"That's not necessarily the case."
Xu Wenji looked into the city with bright eyes:
"At this moment, someone should be more anxious than us..."
"who?"
Qiu Zhanyu was startled, and then he immediately reacted:
"Are you talking about the four major families?"
"These four families have been cultivating Qingzhou for many years, how can they be willing to be robbed? If we use their power to encircle Changliu, they may be willing to do it in secret, but if there is any loss in Qingzhou, they will be the most anxious."
Before Xu Wenji finished speaking, Qiu Zhanyu's eyes lit up.
At the end of the long street in the distance, there is already a crowd of people surging, and the person with a face as dark as the bottom of a pot is surrounded by a crowd of people. Isn't it the head of the four families?