Chapter 299
If you want to describe a person with sharp intuition, the common word is "beast-like intuition".
And this monster practiced blood instinct, and now Wuchang obviously instinctively sensed that the Golden Country monster was good for her.
"I heard that when the monsters were at their most prosperous, they could once compete with the cultivators..." Qiao Mu looked at the little pig on his shoulder and gently scratched her chin:
"Maybe I can train this fat cat into some kind of world-confused monster king?"
Qiao Mu turned his head to look at Long Shankong and asked:
"Can you find the merchant you just mentioned?"
"He is active in the Linhe Prefecture City area. Does Senior Qiao intend to personally inquire about this matter?" Long Shankong was a little nervous.
"Yes, I am a little interested in this Golden Country. Let's not talk about martial arts today." Qiao Mu said.
He taught martial arts and "The Book of Humanity" to the old soldiers in Taoyuan Villa just to fulfill the last wish of his old friend Hai Wuya.
Now that the old soldiers' training is on track, and he has mastered the telepathic sound transmission technique, he can communicate with Hai Siyuan and others remotely, so naturally he doesn't have to stay in the villa all day, staring at a group of white-haired old soldiers.
"So, let's go to Linhe Prefecture today?" Long Shankong asked.
But at this time, the demon cat Wuchang shook her head. She sniffed the stone in the bag carefully and looked to the west.
"It seems that the group of merchants is not in Linhe Prefecture." Qiao Mu said.
"It's possible." Long Shankong said hurriedly:
"I heard that the group of merchants traveled back and forth between Taotie City in the northwest and Linhe Prefecture, and they didn't stay in one place."
....
In a teahouse beside the official road west of Taoyuan Villa.
The teahouse business is not very good. There are only four or five tables of passers-by in the lobby, sitting quietly drinking tea and chatting.
Although the Southwest Province is full of monsters and sparsely populated, most civilians gather in various cities, but there are naturally villages, post stations and inns outside the cities.
However, most of these travelers are strong and have sharp eyes. Most of them are martial artists with high skills and courage.
When martial artists gather together, they naturally talk about anecdotes.
"I heard that the Xishan Village in the west was destroyed overnight?"
"That's where the descendants of the former Spear Saint lived. If so, then the Spear Saint has no descendants?"
"Some time ago, I heard that the descendants of the Spear Saint were so prosperous that they wanted to find a successor for the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear" left by the Spear Saint? Who would have thought that... Alas, the situation is really changing quickly."
"No... This is actually the same thing." A tea drinker waved his hand.
"What do you mean? Are these two things related?" The others immediately pricked up their ears, quite curious.
"The descendants of the spear saint in Xishan Village taught the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear" just one foot, and the Xishan Village was massacred the next foot. Who would believe that these two things are unrelated?"
"Are you saying that the descendants of the spear saint invited the wolves into the house, and the martial arts heroes they attracted, but they massacred their entire village? But why? Didn't they give all the martial arts?"
"Hey, there are so many whys... Do you think that the more martial artists who practice "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear" in this world, the better, or the fewer the better?"
"For this kind of peerless martial arts, the more the better... What are you laughing at?"
"I'm laughing at your slow brain, and you only know one thing but not the other." The tea guest laughed:
"If this martial arts is in the hands of others, then it will be Of course, the more people practice it, the better it is. "
"If it were you and me, would you and I want this martial arts to be leaked to other people?"
"If I get this "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear", I would like to be the only one in the world who practices this martial arts. Why should I pass it on to others?"
"If everyone practices peerless martial arts, then won't my advantage be gone?"
"...This sounds rough, but the truth is right." Another tea guest also nodded: "If a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. If I get the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear", then this spear technique can only be passed on to my descendants. How can I leak it?"
When several tea guests chatted about this, a few sneers came from the side.
"Don't think about it. With such a narrow mind, you are destined not to get any peerless martial arts."
At an eight-immortal table in the corner of the teahouse.
Qiao Mu sat quietly there, while Long Shankong sneered beside him.
If there were no examples of the Qiao family, Long Shankong might not think there was anything wrong with doing this.
In the martial arts world, heroes fight for martial arts secrets in order to take them for themselves.
Even if it is a broken broom, it must be one's own broken broom, and it will not be used by others, let alone the secret book of the gun saint?
It was only after living in Taoyuan Villa for a few days and witnessing the scene of the three hundred old soldiers practicing martial arts that Long Shankong had a slightly changed view.
"Everyone cherishes their own brooms and sticks to their own sects... No wonder the martial arts world in Jiuzhou has been spinning in circles for so many years. Although there is progress, it is quite slow." Long Shankong shook his head.
As the grandson of the Eight-armed Sky Dragon, he is naturally a mortal enemy of the Wu Ji Society and has dealt with them before.
People in the Wu Ji Society often say that since the Wu Sheng broke the gates of the famous sects, the progress of Jiuzhou martial arts in the past forty years is equivalent to hundreds of years in the past.
Long Shankong thought at the beginning that this was the Wu Ji Society bragging and flattering the Wu Sheng.
Now it seems that this may be true.
Martial artists have been fighting for hundreds of years, and to put it bluntly, it's all for that matter, fighting for the position of leader of the martial arts world, fighting for martial arts secrets passed down by masters, peerless magic weapons, etc. To put it bluntly, it's all internal fighting and internal consumption.
Disputes have persisted for hundreds of years and thousands of years, which is just a repetition of meaningless fights.
All the great sects of various aristocratic families treasure their own magical skills deeply, and would rather lose them than leak them... This is the normal state of the martial arts world.
In this way, even if a master like the Spear Master established martial arts, he would at most form a martial arts family.
There has always been more confrontation and less communication among the many aristocratic families and sects.
Many martial arts people only want to take away each other's martial arts secrets and increase the foundation of their own sect. Who can abandon their sectarian opinions?
The Long family where Long Shankong lives is still short-lived, with only three generations, and can only be regarded as the prototype of a martial arts family.
Although he was not generous enough to pass on his family's martial arts to others, he really looked down upon the behavior of the tea guests at the next table.
His eyes were as cold as lightning, and he only looked at the two tea guests coldly.
"Brother, what is there to be angry about?" The two tea guests at the next table seemed to realize that Long Shankong was not easy to mess with, so they did not get angry, but instead smiled apologetically:
"My brother drank too much and talked about mountains and rivers. It's all joking, why should we be serious?"
"Indeed. There is no need to cause trouble." Qiao Mu said vaguely, still mumbling:
"Young man, peace is more valuable than anything else. Why are you making so much noise?"
Seeing Qiao Mu open his mouth, Long Shankong naturally didn't say much.
However, the two tea guests next to him glanced at Qiao Mu in surprise. This man looked young, probably in his thirties, but his tone was old-fashioned...
After Long Shankong calmed down, Qiao Mu lowered his voice and explained:
"What happened in Xishan Village happened three or four days ago."
"That mountain village is usually shrouded in thick fog and has little contact with the outside world. Although the fog is gone now, how can the news spread so quickly?"
"Senior, you mean...someone is adding fuel to the flames?" Long Shankong frowned.
There were three groups of people in Xishan Village that day.
All the villagers in Xishan Village were dead, and all the martial arts heroes followed Qiao Mu to Taoyuan Villa to recuperate. Naturally, they didn't have the time to go out and talk.
In that case, all that's left is...
"The strangers from the Yunxiao Sect are adding fuel to the flames. Are they putting the shit on our heads?"
Thinking of this, Long Shankong roughly guessed Qiao Mu's intention to stop him.
Since the Immortal Sect is fueling this matter, they naturally have to shoulder the blame.
If they stand out here, it will be equivalent to revealing their identity, indicating that they are the survivors of the Xishan Village incident... Isn't that asking for death?
"I took the blame for being 'ungrateful and killing all the descendants of the Spear Saint'..."
While he was feeling depressed, several people walked in at the door of the tea house.
The leader was a female general in black robes wearing scale armor, followed by several sergeants and a gray-haired, round-faced, wealthy middle-aged man.
"They seem to be from King Yu's army?" Some tea guests whispered:
"All the people from King Yu's army are here?"
"There are only a few dozen miles left from Linhe City. It seems that King Yu's army will attack Linhe City soon, right?"
"Although King Yu has an excellent reputation, King Yu has so many soldiers, good and bad. Even the God of War cannot restrain all the soldiers. I heard that after the fall of Na Yangmen City, there was a father and daughter I almost got eaten and covered with water---"
Although the two people were discussing in person, their voices were actually very low, and it was only because Long Shankong had sharp senses that he heard them.
Only this time, the black-robed female general Yu Li was obviously aware of it.
She just raised her head and glanced at the two tea patrons in the corner of the teahouse. The latter's expression suddenly changed slightly, and soon he twitched all over and fell on the table with foam at the mouth, causing everyone around him to panic.
"If you chew too much, you will encounter hard problems sooner or later." Long Shankong muttered:
"On the other hand, this Poison Hand Technique takes effect a little too quickly."
His eyes casually glanced at the people behind the black-robed female general, and suddenly his heart moved.
The round-faced middle-aged man behind the black-robed female general is exactly the merchant he is looking for, Luo Cheng.
The demon cat Wu Chang followed the scent on the bag of stones and led them here.
Chapter 298 Believe it or not, there is nothing (4k
"Senior Qiao?" Long Shankong sent a message into the secret, informing the businessman Luo Cheng.
He had just finished explaining when Luo Cheng, a round-faced merchant over there, caught a glimpse of Long Shankong's appearance, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.
"Mr. Long, save me---"
This round-faced businessman obviously wanted to divert trouble to others. He shouted to save people, but kept glancing around with his eyes, apparently thinking of how to take advantage of the chaos and escape.
On the other hand, the face of Yu Li next to him obviously darkened:
"Sure enough, there are still accomplices?"
Escorting merchant Luo Cheng was ambushed, and she vaguely realized that Qiao Mu and others seemed to be unusual people. She didn't think about it at all, but a green light burst out from her fingertips and flew in front of Qiao Mu and others.
As a first-grade god-refining warrior, Long Shankong's intuition is naturally quite keen.
He almost raised his hand in front of him to block Yu Li's attack, but at this moment, his expression suddenly changed slightly.
This green light flying out was not a martial artist's internal energy, but a splash of green liquid.
But after hearing the hissing sound, white vapor visible to the naked eye was emitting from his arms. The skin of his arms where the green liquid was covered quickly turned red and even black, and the skin and flesh burst open. Only the palms of his hands wearing golden silkworm gloves were intact.
At this time, the tea house was already in a noisy mess. Everyone was trying to avoid him and fled out of the lobby. They couldn't even take care of the two tea guests who were foaming at the mouth just now.
"It's not a martial artist's poison technique, but some kind of poisonous hidden weapon?" Long Shankong resisted the burning pain in his arms and flew up.
"Eight-Armed Tianlong Fist!"
He waved his fists like the wind, and for a moment there were heavy shadows of his fists, as if there were seven or eight afterimages, drowning the black-robed female general Jade Carp.
But as soon as Long Shankong's boxing skills came out, he suddenly frowned, took two steps back and stood still, looking down at his hands.
In the flash of lightning just now, he had fought with the black-robed female general many times. At this time, his hands and arms were black and rotten, the skin and flesh were peeling off, and the bones were almost visible in the wounds.
"How could there be such a terrible poisonous skill in this world?" Long Shankong was shocked and confused.
It's not like he has never encountered martial arts practitioners who practice poisonous martial arts.
If you practice the poison skill well, it means that the internal energy contains various cold poisons, fire poisons, etc., which can invade the opponent's body during a fight and cause poisoning.
The black-robed female general in front of him was not exerting invisible strength, but tangible venom.
He even got into trouble so many times during the fight that his hands were almost useless.
At this time, a voice came from behind:
"Young people are frivolous and do not understand that peace is the most important thing..."
Qiao Mu was still sitting on the bench, not getting up, but just putting down his bowls and chopsticks.
On the table in front of him, Fat Mao Wuchang stared at a broken bowl in front of her with wide eyes.
Originally, the fat cat was imitating Qiao Mu in making noodles, but it was just affected by the fight between the two sides. The noodle bowl in front of the fat cat had a gap, and the table was filled with soup.