Chapter 164
Even so, for warriors, this kind of Jedi is a holy place for god refining.
In the eyes of the Immortal Sect, it is also a good place for soul refining.
A total of six soldier souls were obtained, which was not too bad, but if it were to be exchanged for a hundred spirit stones, Daoshun would have to weigh it carefully in his heart.
He was about to give up and turn around to leave, but he heard a voice coming from behind him.
"Junior Brother Daoshun is short of money, can't we go to the [Baili Desert]?"
Looking back, there was a young man in a robe looking at him with a smile, it was Daozhen.
"Senior Brother Daozhen has returned to the sect?"
Daoshun nodded towards the intruder, his face not very pretty, he just thought that the other person came to see his joke.
As a rare Tianlinggen monk, although Daozhen came from an embarrassing background, he was still a disciple of Elder Qingyi, and was not comparable to an ordinary sect disciple.
Daoshun had no intention of chatting more with Daozhen, and casually found a reason to leave, but was pulled back by Daozhen with a smile:
"Junior Brother Daoshun, I have recently acquired a military art technique, which is quite magical. I heard that Junior Brother Daoshun is good at manipulating Tao soldiers. Do you think this technique matches Junior Brother Daoshun's preferences?"
After saying that, a small storage bag was thrown over.
"I don't have that many spiritual stones..." Although Dao Shun was thinking of declining and not wanting to get too involved with Dao Zhenzhen, he had already acquired the storage bag, and when his subconscious consciousness swept away, he was suddenly startled.
The storage bag is not only filled with Taoist art of war, but also a hundred spiritual stones.
"Senior Brother Daozhen, what do you mean?" Daoshun asked warily:
"Is there anything you need to do, Junior Brother?"
He still understands the principle of no reward for no merit. How could he be given a magic secret and a hundred spiritual stones by an unfamiliar sect brother for no reason?
"I want you to go into the Desert City again and try to kill someone." Daozhen said calmly:
"You should have seen that person before. His name is Qiao Shuangsen. He is a very old mortal. That day he entered the desert with the 'Border Breaking Talisman'."
Daoshun was slightly startled, killing a mortal?
That day he realized that the mortal had extraordinary martial arts skills, but he was still an ordinary martial artist, that's all.
He did not agree immediately, but his spiritual consciousness scanned the jade slip containing the magic formula in the storage bag.
"Is this a trick to spread the beans and make an army?" Dao Shun was surprised.
The method he is good at manipulating Dao soldiers is mainly refining paper figures.
The material of the paper figurine is not special, it is just ordinary paper, all supported by the magic power of the monks.
The strength of the paper man depends entirely on the monk's own magic power.
But the bean soldiers are different. They use special spiritual beans and use magic to turn them into bean soldiers.
The higher the grade of the spirit bean itself, the stronger the bean soldiers it transforms into.
If someone as wealthy as Daozhen spends sky-high prices to obtain the best spiritual beans, he may be able to catalyze powerful Tao soldiers that are close to the strength of the monks themselves.
From this point of view, this method of refining bean soldiers is actually superior to the ordinary paper man method.
Daoshun actually didn't want to get too entangled with Daozhen, but he had no choice but to do what he wanted and gave him the method of refining Taoist weapons that he was good at. He gave him too much...
Daoshun's eyes flashed and he made a decision:
"Senior brother's business is my business. Killing a mortal is naturally a trivial matter."
He did not ask the disciples of Zhendang Elders why they had to deal with a mortal.
Since Daozhen asked personally, then the mortal named Qiao Shuangsen must have something extraordinary. Otherwise, even if Daozhen acted as he pleased, he would not be offered such a price.
But it's not important.
Taking people's money and eliminating disasters with them, that's all.
"After I have been in seclusion for a while, as long as I have mastered the method of 'spreading beans to form an army', I will immediately go to the [hundred-mile desert] to share my worries for my senior brother."
Daoshun said seriously.
....
On the wall of the lonely city.
Several old soldiers were guarding the observation tower, but their expressions were a little more angry than before, and they occasionally talked.
"It has been a month since Mr. Qiao entered the city. Since this month, this isolated city has been prosperous."
"Every morning, the Dharma must be taught in the military camp, and the Sumeru King Sutra must be taught."
"Tomorrow morning is my time to rest. Then I will be free and I have to ask for advice..."
A few old soldiers were guarding the observation tower, chatting and laughing occasionally.
Qiao Mu used a lie to bring vitality and hope to this isolated city that had been trapped for forty years, so the remaining soldiers and civilians in the city were filled with vitality that they had never seen in the past.
But while they were talking, one of the old soldiers saw dust and smoke rising in the distance, yellow sand rolling, shaking the earth.
His expression suddenly became serious, and he went to touch the horn without caring about talking.
The arrival of strangers is like God's rain, there is no pattern, sometimes they come frequently and sometimes they come infrequently.
This time they spent a full month's window, which now seems to be just a brief calm before the rainstorm.
Chapter 193 A piece of muddy water (3k
Zhongzhou.
In a small town on the outskirts of the imperial capital.
This small town is not big, about dozens of miles away from the imperial capital. It is just one of many small towns outside the imperial capital and has a small population.
Only the inns, teahouses, restaurants, etc. near the main road often have passing business travelers to rest, so they can be regarded as a place where dragons and snakes are mixed.
In the teahouse, there was a storyteller who shocked everyone by telling a popular story in the imperial capital, which won the whole house applause.
There are also passers-by who don't care about telling stories and just discuss many recent anecdotes by themselves in the corner.
Talk about one of the ten weirdest things in the imperial capital, the tenant who hanged himself in the middle of the night.
It is said that there was a man-made disaster in Caishikou some time ago. An old man named Qiao used his flesh and blood body as a barrier to protect others, but he himself froze to death in the snow.
Some people also talk about the recent secrets of the imperial capital's martial arts world. Some people claim to have entered Taoism through martial arts, and they have swept away many high-level martial artists in the imperial capital. Even Wayne, the magic catcher who is said to be unparalleled in the world, almost suffered an accident.
In a corner of the tea house, several female monks in monk robes quietly listened to the storyteller telling stories, chattering away from time to time, obviously quite excited.
It had been a while since they arrived in the prosperous Zhongzhou Imperial Capital area from Nanzhou, but their excitement was still there.
Only Qiao Canxue said nothing. She closed her eyes and listened quietly, as if in a daze.
She comes from a martial arts family, and she doesn't know much about strangers. However, she has been tired of hearing the secrets of the martial arts since she was a child, and she is not as excited as her fellow seniors.
Her heart was still and she felt at a loss.
Wu Shengren is dead.
This was something she had heard about for months.
In the past, the martial saint wiped out her entire family, and Qiao Mu died as a result. So she took the cause of revenge back on her shoulders, no longer asked for help, and only devoted herself to cultivating Taoism in order to seek revenge.
But before she could take revenge, Wu Shengren died.
Although this can be regarded as revenge, it has made her a little confused recently.
"Now that your great revenge has been avenged, Can Xue, it's time for you to pursue your own path." This is what Master Lingling said when he felt confused.
So what is her way?
Her previous life ended abruptly when Wu Shengren wiped out her family, and then she was reduced to nothing. As a blind girl, in a barren and impoverished place like Nanzhou, before she met Qiao Mu, her life was even worse than that of ordinary refugees.
And Qiao Mu was already dead.
But when she came to Zhongzhou, she discovered that the story of Qiao's family had been widely circulated.
Unconsciously.
The mysterious Qiao family where this arbor is located has a reputation comparable to that of the Heyang Qiao family, a powerful martial arts family before its collapse.
"I wonder if Qiao Sen, who assassinated Guo Yan, the lord of Yancheng City, is still there?" She thought to herself:
"Qiao Zhong and Qiao Shuanglin seem to be elders of the Qiao family. Although they are also dead, it seems that Eunuch Qiao Sen's life or death is still uncertain."
Every member of the Qiao family who dies has weight in her heart.
After all, it was because of her that Qiao Mu first got involved with the city lord Guo Yan and the Wu Jihui.
Although what happened later had nothing to do with her in a strict sense, she naturally would not sit back and watch.
"Set a small goal first, find my father-in-law." She said to herself:
"If I can protect my father-in-law or other elders of the Qiao family, it will be regarded as the end of a mortal relationship."
Finding Qiao's family is not too difficult.
Wherever there is injustice, there must be traces of the Qiao family... It's just that since the last Qiao family member died in Wan Ronghua's home, the Qiao family members haven't appeared for a long time recently.
Thinking of this, the confusion in her heart faded slightly.
at this time.
An old man with white hair and beard covered his mouth and coughed lightly, then walked into the teahouse.
When he walked in, he unconsciously glanced at Qiao Canxue in the corner, and felt a little surprised: She was a girl with a sign, but she was blind.
The latter seemed to be aware of it, turned his face and closed his eyes to look at him.
The old man subconsciously turned his head, and then the fourth sister-in-law went upstairs. Following the guidance of her intuition, she came to the door of a private room in the corner of the second floor and pushed the door open.
"Hai Wuya? Don't you think you are different from the current Wuji Huidao? Why are you still contacting me?"
The person who spoke was the current leader of Wu Jihui, Xiao Wu Sheng Wu Qiankun.
He put down the teacup in his hand and looked up at Hai Wuya, his expression a little complicated.
Hai Wuya joined the Wu Jihui very early, and could be said to be one of the first group of elders to respond to Wu Shengren. However, he was thrown into the sky prison not long after and became indifferent to worldly affairs.
Although Wu Shengren counts him as the sixtieth among the seventy-two sages, he is not actually Wu Shengren's disciple. It can only be said that the relationship between the two parties is that of seniors in the officialdom.
In terms of qualifications, he is actually higher than Xiao Wu Sheng.
Even Xiao Wusheng, who is now at the helm, lacks understanding of this old man who has lived in Tianlao for a long time.
"I don't have that much time." Hai Wuya looked calmly:
"According to the authority when the matter arises, there is no time for hesitation."
"If you want to accomplish this, it's best to rely on the power of Wujihui."
He slowly took out a thread-bound book from his arms, with the "Sutra of King Sumeru" written on the cover.
"Martial Saint ranks you sixty among the seventy-two sages. I guess he underestimated you."
"But handing over this secret book to Wujihui for free is conditional on vigorously spreading this technique through Wujihui's channels? Have you made up your mind?" Wu Qiankun said seriously.
Xiao Wusheng is the person closest to Wusheng in Wujihui, and he is entrusted with important tasks by Wushengren. As the second leader of Wujihui, he is naturally no ordinary person.
With his eyes, he can naturally see how extraordinary this technique is.
Hai Wuya did not explain, but thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind.
If the martial arts saint was around, the martial arts world would be silent and a pool of stagnant water.
So after the death of Wu Shengren, the Zhongzhou Wulin has become a pool of muddy water.
Among the recently famous figures are the mysterious Qiao family and the equally mysterious so-called Taoists who use martial arts.
The Qiao family said that entering the Dao through martial arts has always been a folk legend, but it happened that after the death of the Martial Saint, a high-quality martial artist who had been famous in the martial arts world for a long time appeared in the world, and he seemed to have the style of inheriting the banner of the leader of martial arts and saving the collapsing building.
Such high-profile behavior obviously also attracted a large number of martial artists, and the momentum was quite strong.
But the more high-profile this "Martial Arts Alliance" was, the more suspicious Hai Wuya was.
It was not famous early or late, but it jumped out after the death of the Martial Saint, and it was obvious that it was trying to win over others.
"The martial arts world is already in a state of chaos. I can't see clearly what's going on behind the scenes. I just feel that a storm is coming." Hai Wuya said deeply: "Those who enter the Tao through martial arts are acting in a high-profile manner. Naturally, they have some ulterior motives... If I spread the skills later, I'm afraid that all high-quality martial artists will practice the "Golden Body Sutra"." The "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" is a humane skill. It requires a large number of martial artists to practice it in order to gather the strength of all martial artists and make up for the defects of this imperfect skill.