Chapter 171
"Ten years of facing the wall... Ten years is not a long time for us immortal cultivators."
"But why am I the only one facing the wall? Doesn't Daozhen need to do that?"
While thinking, a rainbow light flashed behind him, and a middle-aged cultivator Daoni, wearing a Taoist robe and with a white face and no beard, landed on the cliff.
"Sister Daoxu." The middle-aged Daoni bowed his head respectfully.
"Brother Daozhen suddenly returned to the sect, and also went to find Daoshun and asked him to go to the Hundred Miles Desert..."
Facing the wall at the Cliff of Repentance, Daoxu was forbidden to go out, but outsiders were forbidden to visit.
Daoxu was unable to go out at the Cliff of Repentance, and Daoni catered to him, visiting the Cliff of Repentance every day and telling Daoxu about Daozhen's news.
This naturally included the contact between Daozhen and Daoshun.
"Died in the 'Hundred Miles Desert'? What a waste? Daozhen's vision seems to be just that."
Daoxu's eyes moved and suddenly fell on Daoni.
"What Daozhen can do, I can do as well. What Daozhen can't do, I can do too."
"Daoni, aren't you also good at the Taoist military tactics and formations?"
"Daozhen gave him 100 spirit stones, so I'll give you 1,000 spirit stones. Do you dare to flatten the 100-mile desert?"
Daoni's eyes flickered.
Daoni was born a mortal warrior. Although he stopped at the sixth level of strength training, he was also a mortal who had struggled in the world.
Later, he turned to cultivating immortals and successfully established his foundation. He was also more tactful and cautious than other disciples of immortals who were arrogant.
So he took advantage of Daoxu's ten years of facing the wall and unable to go out, and took the initiative to find her to report Daozhen's affairs regularly, thus climbing up this high branch.
So he didn't want to wade into this muddy water.
"Since it is what Senior Sister wants, it is no big deal for me to make a trip." Dao Ni said decisively:
"But Dao Shun's death is a little strange."
"Dao Shun is only good at the method of refining Taoist soldiers, and is not proficient in other magic. Therefore, when facing the army of mortals, he must drive the Taoist soldiers to kill the enemy and hide himself in the distance."
"Then how could he be killed by mortals?"
"Are you afraid?" Dao Xu disagreed, but she also knew that this person was always cautious, so she said:
"Dao Zhen is still a person with some vision. Since he acts like this against mortals, then the mortal must be extraordinary."
"In this way, I will give you another thousand spirit stones. Then you can hold the communication jade slip in your hand and keep in touch with you at any time."
"If there is any change in this matter, the sect steward will rescue immediately."
Dao Ni was relieved.
The formation and the method of Taoist soldiers are both types of immortal Taoist magic that consume spirit stones.
The more spirit stones you have in your hand, the more confident you will be.
I heard that Daoshun was only roughly familiar with the method of scattering beans to create soldiers at that time, and could only command fifty bean soldiers, but it was enough to defeat the three hundred old soldiers in the desert city.
Now he has a deeper attainment in the method of scattering beans to create soldiers, and he has two thousand spirit stones in his hand. The number of bean soldiers he can summon is probably more than ten times.
With Daoxu as a backup, he can earn at least hundreds or thousands of spirit stones in tears and anger on this trip, and the one he is dealing with is still a mortal...
"In this case, I will naturally die without hesitation." Daoni said seriously.
But Daoni thought about it and found it a little funny.
The life and death of the soldiers and civilians in the desert city is nothing more than a dispute between Daoxu and Daozhen, and life and death is only a matter of thought.
"Fortunately, I am also a Taoist monk." Daoni had such a thought.
....
The desert city.
Morning.
Qiao Ruisen inherited Qiao Shuangsen's will and continued to teach the martial arts of the immortal army, "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" in the military camp.
This time, the audience included not only the women and children in the city, but also Captain Hai and Lu Yanbei.
But after Qiao Mu finished speaking and the crowd dispersed, Lu Yanbei found Captain Hai.
"Captain Hai, I heard about what happened last night." Lu Yanbei had an awkward smile on his face:
"My brother is straightforward, he didn't mean that."
"You also know that my brother and I have a bad background."
"My father is a hypocritical minister of the current dynasty, and my mother is a female knight in the rivers and lakes with a reputation for chivalry... Therefore, my brother lacks trust in the court and the knights in the rivers and lakes."
"Old Lu, stop talking about your background." Captain Hai shook his head:
"Don't you two brothers have the same background, why is he the only one with a cold nature?"
"The aliens are suppressing the nine states. Whether it is inside or outside the desert, it is definitely not a paradise. There are also people with tragic backgrounds among the 100,000 soldiers in the past. Is his tragic background the reason for his behavior?"
"Don't wash it off, and don't be a peacemaker. We will just keep our distance. Anyway, there is not much time left."
"Old Lu, I know what kind of person you are. You are you and he is him. We, the remnants of the army, also admire you. You don't have to do so much for that person." Captain Hai turned around and said goodbye. Only Lu Yanbei was left with a bitter smile.
He and his brother had not seen each other for thirty years.
But even he did not know that although Lu Yannan was not a heroic figure who saved the world, he was also a swordsman who dominated the world and was called the sharpest sword in the world.
Thirty years were like a dream, how could they become the losers now after reuniting?
Chapter 201 The truth of the lonely city in the desert (4k
In a house next to the lonely city military camp.
Many people died in the lonely city in the past forty years, especially the young and middle-aged men in the city who served in the army. They were almost extinct, and only one in ten survived.
Only half of the city was left with old people, children, women and children, and there were naturally many empty houses.
Because Qiao Mu explains the Sutra of King Sumeru every day, Qiao Mu temporarily lives in the vacant house next to the military camp.
On this day, in the house.
Qiao Mu stood alone in the yard, smiling as he kept approaching the little tabby cat in the corner.
"Kitten, stop pretending, you just like to stick to your master."
"Usually you always hide in my body and pretend to be cold, but when I was about to die, couldn't you help but come out and stick to me?"
The demon cat Wu Chang huddled in the corner with a look of horror on his face.
"Stop pretending and come into my arms."
While Qiao Mu was grinning ferociously, he swooped forward.
But this pounce actually came up empty.
In a moment, the demon cat Wu Chang nimbly jumped high into the sky, and his speed was not much slower than the tree.
"Hide? There's no use hiding."
Qiao Mu kept swooping at the cat in the yard, but failed every time.
This fat cat's belly is almost touching the ground, and its cheeks are round and bulging, but it doesn't know why it is so flexible.
While Qiao Mu was playing with Wu Chang, he was also surprised.
At this time, Qiao Mu had more than a hundred years of martial arts training experience, and his more than a hundred years of martial arts were all acquired through external training, so he had a solid foundation in all aspects.
With his eyes, it was not difficult to see that the cat's dodging movements were quite systematic, rather than purely fast.
"What, you also practice martial arts?"
"Since you also practice martial arts, then I will get serious about it." Qiao Mu smiled evilly:
"The demon disintegrates in an instant!"
Qiao Mu has been practicing the disintegration of demons for many years, and has reached perfection. He has almost developed the disintegration of demons into an instinct, which can be activated with a single thought.
This time, he only activated the Demon's disintegration for a moment. Although it was still essentially overdrawing the body's potential and causing a loss of energy and blood, it was not a big problem and it could be regarded as a practical exercise.
In an instant, Qiao Mu's feet hit the ground, and a shallow pit was dug out under his feet. His body swept past like the wind, carrying a streamer-like blood-colored aura in the wind.
"I got you."
Qiao Mu grinned ferociously and caught the dodgeable cat in his hand. While stroking it wildly, an old face slowly approached the cat with shrinking pupils.
Then.....
The cat in his hand seemed to suddenly turn into an intangible shadow, and suddenly "faded", leaving Qiao Mu who had originally captured the cat unable to exert any force, and it broke free in an instant.
The tabby cat scampered up the courtyard wall in three or two steps, and stood on the high ground looking at the tree with a confused look on its face.
It wanted to run away a little bit, but it couldn't let go of the smell on Qiao Mu's body... In the past few months, it had been kept in Qiao Mu's mouth. The whole cat was a lot bigger than when it first met in Heyang Fucheng... Especially It's the belly.
At this moment.
There was a knock on the door outside the house.
"Mr. Qiao, I am the storyteller of Tingchao Tower, the 'clairvoyant'. I have come to visit you if I have something to do."
After Qiao Mu responded, Clairvoyant pushed the door open and entered, but he was a little cautious.
After all, he was more familiar with Qiao Shuangsen, not Qiao Jisen, the father of Qiao Shuangsen in front of him.
"What's the matter?" Qiao Mu asked.
His clairvoyant eyes glanced at Wu Chang, the demon cat on the wall.
"The demon cat next to Mr. Qiao is really extraordinary." The clairvoyant said in admiration:
"I heard that there was once a kind of monster in this world that feeds on the energy of death. It is known as the messenger of the underworld. It is like a black and white and impermanent monster. It always only appears around the dying people. There are very few relatives with this kind of temper. ..."
"Are you here for this cat? It was raised by an elder of our Qiao family and is very close to our Qiao family." Qiao Mu lied casually.
"I see. But I came here to remind Mr. Qiao..."
The clairvoyant glance glanced at the demon cat Wuchang's belly that almost hung to the ground, and said seriously:
"This demon cat feeds on death energy, but if there is too much death energy, it may not be a good thing."
"The death energy is naturally of great benefit to the demon cat, and can even be reborn. However, if the accumulated capital is too strong, it will only increase obstacles when it reaches the threshold of human form in the future."
"What do you do when you turn into a human form? Isn't it good to be a cat?" Qiao Muxin said that I am not a free control, so why do I want a demon cat to turn into a human form?
Just like raising a cat or dog, you must play with it while it is young, otherwise it may become disabled when it grows up.
"...I am worrying too much." The clairvoyant smiled:
"Transforming into human form is just a choice for monsters, it is not a necessary path."
He stood up and was about to leave, but was held back by Qiao Mu.
He thought that the storyteller from Chaolou was well-informed, so since he was here, he would have more words to say.
"When this demon cat 'Wuchang' plays with me on weekdays, his dodge movements are very organized and follow a certain rhythm. Do you know why this is?" Qiao Mu asked.
The clairvoyant was startled at first, then looked at the demon cat in surprise, pondered for a long time, and guessed:
"Mr. Qiao, I heard...people have their own martial arts, immortals have their own magic, and demons have their own magic."
"The martial arts skills of the human race are recorded on paper and passed down through books."
"But monsters are different. The inheritance of monsters is not through books, but through blood."
"That's what is called, bloodline inheritance."
"This is an instinctive inheritance recorded in the bloodline of monsters. It is a message inheritance engraved in the bloodline of the previous generation of monster kings. Generally, it will gradually awaken as future generations of monsters grow."
"You mean, it has a big origin? It has a very powerful demon king ancestor?" Qiao Mu asked.
"Yes, that's not right either." The clairvoyant said:
"If we want to trace the source of our bloodline, most of the existing monsters can be traced back to the ancient Demon King. Not only that, every Nine Provinces human race is also the blood descendant of the ancient Human Emperor, the Immortal Dao Ancestor and other great figures, but so what?"
The aliens and the human race have the same origin. They are the same race, nothing more than each other.
It's just that the entanglements in this world can't be distinguished by simple blood and race?