Chapter 287 The friendship between gentlemen, one general succeeds! (Third update)
Something has indeed happened in Yuanming Valley.
but……
"You are seeking your own death, who can blame you?"
After glancing at the letter, Yang Prison felt a little relieved.
Yuanming Valley has never been peaceful these days.
A large group of martial arts people who came because of the devil's charm, and didn't know where they got the news, came to Yuanming Valley one after another. Although they were afraid of Jinyiwei's reputation and did not dare to break in, there was indeed friction.
Later, Qi Gang became impatient and opened the door directly to let a group of people in. As expected, an accident happened.
Dozens of people died.
Later, those who came to ask for explanations angered Qi Gang, and dozens more were beaten to death...
"Perhaps it is a coincidence, or perhaps someone did it deliberately. One of the people killed by Commander Qi has a certain background. Maybe something will happen..."
Bu Lingxu shook his head slightly, but didn't care much.
This can be seen from his understatement of "maybe there is something wrong". His attitude towards martial arts warriors is also to look down on most of them.
Compared with the background, can Jin Yiwei lose?
Seeing that Bu Lingxu said it casually, Qin Si reminded him:
"The martial arts community in Qingzhou has actually been in decline due to the disaster that year. It has not recovered in decades. It is better than the neighboring Yunzhou. But there are still some masters."
"Um?"
As soon as she opened her mouth, Bu Lingxu was shocked to realize that there was someone following Yang Yu behind him. When he saw it, his eyes lit up.
Although she is dressed in men's attire without any makeup, she is still extremely beautiful, making people unable to move their eyes even after taking one look at her.
Fortunately, he knew the importance, looked away, and responded:
"The martial arts forces in the three states of Longyuan Dao are Baizhou the most powerful, followed by Qingzhou, and Yunzhou even third. However, because Mr. Xu purged Yunzhou back then, a large number of masters fled north to Qingzhou..."
Bu Lingxu talked about the martial arts forces in the three states as briefly as possible.
At that time, the imperial court cut down mountains and destroyed temples. Qingzhou was the most severely affected, and the martial arts community in the territory was almost wiped out. Yunzhou was even worse. It was under Xu Wenji's governance and could hardly accept any disciples.
Unique to Baizhou, because there were many noble concubines, although it was also cleaned, the damage was the least.
Yang Yu nodded and motioned for him to continue.
"The Qingzhou martial arts world is in decline. Although the Bailongxuan and Nanling sword sects are called big sects, they are no more than three or two big cats and kittens. However, the fish that slipped through the net left behind by cutting down mountains and destroying temples are extremely powerful."
Bu Lingxu paused and said:
"In the Qingzhou martial arts world, the top priority is 'Tao Ren Lin', a remnant of the Jade Dragon Temple. He is a close disciple of Taoist Zhenyan. His martial arts skills are only lower than those of General Wei.
Secondly, there is the old man Hanshui, who escaped the purge and is missing. The third one is the uncle of the person killed by Qi's command, Yunjie of Zhensanshan, and Yu Lingxian, the saint of Liansheng Cult."
"Taoist Lin, Old Man Hanshui, Yunjie, Yu Lingxian..."
Yang Yu chewed on the names of these people.
Qingzhou has seven prefectures and one hundred and two counties, with a population of hundreds of millions, and there are so many martial arts practitioners. However, the martial arts world has declined to this point. After decades of accumulation, there are only four people who can be called top masters.
And this also includes Taoist Yulong Guanlin, who has been missing for a long time...
"Taoist Lin..."
Qin Si's heart was touched.
"These people here are left to Master Bu."
Yang Yu noticed something strange about her, coughed slightly, found two horses, and left the town with Qin Si.
"Taoist Lin is the young disciple of our ancestor, and he is considered my master's great-uncle. When he was young, his talent was the best in Guan, and he was regarded by our ancestor as his legacy.
It was he who adopted me from the hungry and treated me very well..."
Qin Si said softly:
"A few years ago, after he fought with Wei Zhengxian, he was approached by the four commanders of the Longyuan Guard. After that, he disappeared..."
Her expression was a little gloomy.
"No news is the best news."
Just as Yang Yu was waiting to be comforted, Zhao Kun, who was lagging far behind the two men, also drove after him.
"Brother Yang, there is no need to comfort him. How can any son or daughter in the world be indifferent to life and death?"
Qin Si smiled and clasped her fists:
"Brother Yang, be careful when you go here. My little sister has something to do and has to go to Deyang Mansion, so we can't go with you."
With that said, he got off his horse.
"Here are some travel expenses and elixirs. You may need them on the way."
Yang Yu dismounted and saw him off.
"This jade pendant was passed down from within the temple. It can temporarily contain the power of a 'supernatural power', so keep it for preparedness."
Qin Si took the things and presented the jade pendant that she had prepared earlier.
Without waiting for his refusal, he waved his hand and got into the carriage.
Yang Yu stood there for a long time, watching the carriage go away, with ripples in his heart.
…
"This kid is no longer a creature of the pond."
Zhao Kun, who was driving his horse, looked back at his disappearing figure and sighed slightly.
Perhaps because his time is short, he is only a member of the Imperial Guard of a Thousand Households. With his martial arts skills and methods, his future achievements may be limitless.
You must know that those with supernatural powers often have average martial arts talents, and those with extremely good martial arts talents will have a harder time gaining recognition from Tao and Fruit.
As for Yang Yu, who is extremely talented in martial arts and possesses the Dao Fruit, it may not be impossible for him to become a martial saint one day.
Qin Si put down the car curtain:
"This time, don't go the wrong way."
"Why are you still going the wrong way?"
Zhao Kun stared and saw no reply from the car. He hesitated slightly and said:
"Actually, with his current martial arts skills and status, if he can be persuaded, and with the help of the family wealth we have accumulated over the years, he may not be able to take the road of fighting for the dragon..."
"Uncle Master, in this life, let alone confidants, you don't even have many friends, right?"
Qin Si clutched the bag containing the pills and money and said:
"If Master is still alive, I'm afraid I won't want you to be like this..."
"you!"
Zhao Kun was startled, and then became a little angry. He whipped the horse so hard that it neighed: "I see, you are obviously attracted to that boy!"
"Whatever you say."
Qin Si was too lazy to pay attention to him.
"You just don't want to make that kid rebel! But if you are a gentleman, you will be killed in five lifetimes! The Zhang family has ruled the world for more than four hundred years, and the world no longer owes him Zhang Yuanzhu!
According to the current situation in the world, following the imperial court is the only way to die!"
Zhao Kun was furious and a little helpless.
"Even if it is, so what? The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. He regards me as a friend, and Qin Si regards him as a friend. How can she have the heart to drag him into the quagmire?
As for the rest..."
Speaking of this, Qin Si paused and then said:
"If it can be accomplished, it will be accomplished; if it cannot be accomplished, it will not be accomplished!"
…
…
As the eagles pierced the sky one after another, the news of the birth of the devil spread out at an extremely fast speed. With the help of caring people, it spread almost throughout Qingzhou.
Huhu~
An eagle flew out of Deyang Mansion and landed in the mountains. After several circles, it landed in the backyard of a sect located on the top of the mountain.
"My son!"
After crushing the letter raft, a burly man growled with a ferocious expression.
Ignoring the eagle's begging for food, he exerted all his strength and quickly entered the back mountain, hurriedly arriving in front of a quiet secret room.
Whoosh!
There seemed to be a thunderbolt, and the dark interior suddenly became bright.
Sitting on the futon was an old man. He was eight feet long, with an arched back, broad ribs, a square head and big ears, and a strong physique without any signs of age.
It was even more difficult to tell that he was nearly ninety years old, and his blood was as strong as an oven, and the entire stone wall of the inner chamber was scorching hot.
"What happened?"
As soon as the old man waved his hand, the stone chamber opened.
The big man outside the door knelt down and said sadly and angrily: "Master, my son is dead! That Qi Gang wants to monopolize the magic..."
call!
There seemed to be waves of air rolling, and the old man's eyes were wide open, looking like a wild lion:
"What did you say?"
"My son will die..."
The big man had just said half a sentence when he was interrupted arbitrarily:
"Next sentence!"
"Then Qi Gang wants to monopolize the magic..."
"Magic?!"
The old man stood up, reached out and grabbed the big man in front of him, leaned over and shouted:
"A demon was born, why didn't you notify me?!"
"Teacher, teacher..."
The big man's expression changed.
"Don't talk nonsense! Where is that devil?"
"De, Deyang Mansion, Yuanming Valley!"
boom!
Before he finished speaking, the big man was severely beaten to the ground. Only the roar of air could be heard. The old man had disappeared, and only the sound waves echoed:
"Bring the elite disciples from the sect and come quickly, without any mistakes!"
…
…
fluttering~
An eagle flew into the mansion and landed on Nie Wendong's gently raised arm in the lake pavilion.
"It's quite lively, but not lively enough."
After casually destroying the secret message, Nie Wendong, with a smile on his face, summoned the servant who was waiting in the distance, gave a few instructions, and got up.
Walk to the front yard.
The tight security in the front yard has not weakened because of Yang Yu's departure, and is even strengthening. In addition to Feng Hu Yunlong, there are many masters lurking in the dark.
He also brought in a lot of divine arm crossbows.
The old monk Yuanjue stayed in front of the altar day and night, chanting sutras and meditating.
"call!"
He gently exhaled a breath of turbid air and blew away the dust in front of him. Yuanjue slowly opened his eyes and looked at Nie Wendong:
"Master Nie wants to activate the altar again?"
In these days, Nie Wendong had to use the altar three or four times a day on average, but in the hazy fog, he couldn't see what the former was doing.
I couldn't even notice the slightest difference, let alone guess what his magical power was.
"Thank you for taking care of me, Master."
Nie Wendong nodded slightly and walked into the altar.
As they were used again and again, the seven altars lost their original color. No matter what the material was, they all turned green and black.
"Amitabha."
The old monk Yuanjue clasped his hands together and looked towards the altar.
As Nie Wendong once again took out the statue that looked very much like himself and offered it to him, the familiar fog appeared again, but it was different from before, and the fog began to spread.
Yuanjue frowned slightly, but still did not dodge, letting the mist envelope him. While reciting the Buddha's name, he also looked into the altar.
The fog began to spread, and the scene inside the altar became clearer.
He saw Nie Wendong standing on the altar, his clothes moving in the wind and making a hunting sound. He was reciting something in his mouth, and after a while, he suddenly stretched out his hand.
call!
The mist flowed backward towards his palm, and after a while, a blurry picture appeared, and there seemed to be figures surging in it.
"This is?"
Yuan Jue was startled, but Nie Wendong had already noticed that with a thought, the mist had become thicker again.
"call!"
Nie Wendong blew gently, and the scene in front of him became clear.
It was a gloomy underground palace without much light, but with the faint light, the ferocious black shadows in the darkness and the pool of dried blood could be vaguely seen.
"Woo~"
The sound of sorrow then sounded, surging from the dark underground palace, and seemed to follow an unknown trajectory and sounded in the altar.
Sobbing sadly.
"well."
Nie Wendong stretched out his hand, as if he had gone through the black mist into the underground palace.
He seemed to want to touch something, but as the sad sobs became louder, he retracted his hand.
"Woo~"
He casually wiped away the mist in front of him, and a complex look flashed across Nie Wendong's face, which was immediately covered by coldness.
"One general's success will lead to ten thousand bones being withered..."