Chapter 39: Harvesting and Cutting
After everyone left, Xie Que regained his composure.
After the old corpse collector in the upper reaches died, the awning boats left behind were not far apart.
It took Xie Que a few minutes to drive it over. At this time, there were still many body parts in the river.
In desperation, Xie Que could only wrap up his body in a corpse net.
The corpse of the innate warrior killed by the shadow was still intact. Xie Que picked it up, and blue light flashed in front of his eyes.
Fly over the roof and walk over the wall: blue entry, your Qinggong learning efficiency will increase by 20%.
Xie Que raised his eyebrows. Among the series of martial arts he was involved in, the one that happened to be the slowest in progress was the Goose Plundering Kung Fu.
This entry must be able to greatly shorten the time it takes for one's Wild Goose Plundering Skill to gather innate energy.
After searching underwater for a while, Xie Que found nothing.
Seeing that the time was about to pass, I had no choice but to call it a day.
When he arrived at home, Xie Que looked at his adoptive father.
He couldn't see any emotion in Zi Dashun's cloudy eyes.
His lips moved slightly, and he wanted to ask his adoptive father some questions through lip reading, but he didn't know where to start.
Xie Que's mood began to become complicated.
If Dashun is really no different from those monsters, he would kill his adopted son in order to sacrifice and refine the magic weapon.
His current situation may not be safe.
But during this period, his adoptive father always responded to his requests.
Not only did he spend a lot of money on food, but he also sometimes personally guided himself in martial arts.
If you want to harm yourself, why bother teaching yourself martial arts.
Shaking away these distracting thoughts, Xie Que kept his mind in mind and continued practicing the Flying Goose Kung Fu.
With the blessings of Being as Light as a Swallow and Feiyanzoubi, Xie Que's understanding of Qinggong became deeper.
He found another way and used Yan Qing Fist Qi to stimulate his legs. When he performed Qing Gong, he was more than twice as fast as before.
The next morning, Xie Que had breakfast outside the city and rushed to the Demon Suppressing Division in a hurry.
Mu Yongquan was currently training a group of warrior monks. When he saw Xie Que arriving, he put down what he was doing and walked towards him.
He whispered to Xie Que: "The matter of Tongyun Temple that you asked me to investigate last time seems to be of great importance."
Mu Yongquan shook his head, his face showing a hint of solemnity: "Not long after I investigated, someone from above stopped the matter."
Xie Que already knew this: "Last night..."
He told Mu Yongquan what happened that night.
After hearing this, Mu Yongquan slapped his forehead: "It's the so-called Tongyun Temple."
He immediately began to explain to Xie Que: "Junior brother, I wonder if you have ever heard of the art of harvesting, breaking, and cutting."
Xie Que shook his head, expressing his ignorance.
Mu Yongquan said: "It is extremely cruel to collect and cut raw materials, which is to take the body parts of living people and create monsters."
"I once heard that Princess Hongyun, the daughter of King Yan, was snatched away by a Taoist master when she was young, and her face was peeled off."
Hearing this, Xie Que couldn't help but take in a breath of cold air.
I also heard about similar incidents in my previous life.
He had seen many cases of using mutilated children to beg.
Mu Yongquan continued: "The person you encountered this time should be Princess Hongyun."
Xie Que frowned: "Although it is very unfortunate that she suffered like this, we can't regard human life as such."
Mu Yongquan looked at Xie Que with a strange look in his eyes, and he sighed: "Junior brother, you are still too naive."
"What do ordinary people's lives mean in the eyes of these people?"
"For those in high positions, the most important thing is themselves. Not to mention ordinary people refining magic weapons, even cannibalism is common for them."
Thank you silently.
Mu Yongquan patted Xie Que on the shoulder: "Don't think too much, there are some things that you and I can't get involved in just because of our status."
Xie Tong nodded, and after regaining his composure, he cupped his fists at Mu Yongquan, then turned and left.
Strength is the capital of standing in this world.
With strength, you can become the customizer of rules.
Thinking of the disdain in Master Xuanjia's eyes last night, Xie Que gradually felt a fire rising in his heart.
If you have the strength to surpass the Taoist master, then all problems will be solved.
Although being as light as a swallow and flying over the wall are only blue entries, their combined effect seems to be no slower than that of fisting without leaving the hand.
After spending seven days, Xie Que finally successfully entered the country with Yan Ling Gong.
Xie Que kept dodging in the forest, and several afterimages could be seen behind him.
Aroused by his energy, Xie Que's legs became several times stronger than before.
The muscles are knotted, and the legs are full of the beauty of strength.
With just a slight leap, he was able to jump to the top of a tree more than five meters high.
Xie Que exhaled.
So far, among the martial arts he has practiced, only the poisonous sand palm has not yet reached the innate realm.
Xie Que was a little overjoyed.
It took several years for Mu Yongquan to achieve his innate breakthrough, but he only had two boxing techniques to generate energy.
And he already has the three martial arts of Yan Qing Fist, Whale Killing Fist, and Yan Plunder Kung Fu.
As for the remaining poisonous sand palm and broken bamboo palm, Xie Que believed that it wouldn't take much time.
The arsenic sand palm is a work of water grinding, and you need to constantly temper the poison bag yourself.
Po Zhuzhang himself had already gotten some clues.
The key to generating innate strength lies in the use of force-relieving techniques.
Xie Que thought thoughtfully, if he could incorporate the technique of releasing force into exerting force into his every move, he would have the talent at his fingertips.
At the end of the month, Xie Que agreed to trade with several hunters.
They will bring black-backed vipers made into dried meat to Xie Que.
However, because black-backed vipers are extremely difficult to catch, the amount they bring is always only enough for Xie Que to eat for less than ten days.
Orion told Xie Que that the new year was approaching, the weather was getting colder, and the black-backed viper would enter a state of hibernation.
Next month they can no longer provide meat to Xie Que.
We have to wait until May of next year, when the weather warms up, before we can catch black-backed vipers again.
In addition to the two mule spirits he obtained, as well as some rare species that he could occasionally obtain, one pound of black-backed viper meat was enough for him to practice hard for three days.
He sighed and wondered if he could find some other meat as a substitute.
After all, once he does not have the meat of the black-backed viper as a supplement, the growth rate of his qi and blood will slow down several times.
After thinking for a moment, Xie Que made up his mind.
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Half a month later, Wuding Riverside.
Xie Que was wearing black training clothes, with the word "Zhen" embroidered on his heart.
The guillotine soul was chopped off, and the black-haired bull in front of him kept screaming in pain.
"Sir, Lord of the Demon Suppression Division, although I am a spirit, I have never actively harmed others." Daniel uttered human words while running away.
"You killed the hunter who raised you, wouldn't that be harmful to others?" Xie Que's face was expressionless, and he grabbed his neck with his left hand.
"That's them... they want to kill me for meat. Is it wrong for me to protect myself?" Daniel's face actually showed a trace of humanity.
Xie Que didn't say much.
From a human perspective, if you kill someone, you need to pay for it with your life. This is also the rule of the Demon Suppressor when dealing with spirits.
Xie Que suddenly exerted force with his left hand. Although he could not penetrate the cowhide, he still held its huge body and dragged it forward.
The bull roared violently, but it was still useless.
One man and one cow fell into the Wuding River.
Xie Que didn't say much. He saw the right moment and dropped the guillotine soul. Under the blessing of Jiaolong Deshui, the terrifying power instantly penetrated the cowhide, which was harder than steel, and the cow's head was separated from the body.