Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 495: The Country’s Most Important Weapon, the Mountain and River Mirror

Song Ciwan had no intention of hiding his clumsiness.

Although she would set up many vests for herself and hide certain trump cards, she was too lazy to hide her cultivation and pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger.

Hiding your cultivation, what are you trying to do?
Do you want to find happiness for yourself? Or turn on the hard mode for yourself out of thin air when you have nothing to do?

She has always known that in order to gain a certain amount of respect, one must have strength. When your cultivation level is high enough, you will see almost all good people around you.

Are there really good people in this world?

No, it's just that everyone loves to be strong and knows how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. If you are strong enough, some people will not dare to expose them even if they have bad intentions.

Regarding this point, Song Ciwan has been practicing all the way and has a deep understanding of it.

Ever since her cultivation reached the stage of divine transformation and she was on the list of all-spirited geniuses, fewer and fewer people around her treated her coldly, while more and more people treated her with courtesy, respect and smiles.

Don't say that this is all hypocrisy, it's not.

In the mortal world of cultivation, all spirits are passers-by.

They are her passers-by, and she is also their passer-by. After meeting for a while, whether they are enemies or friends is fate. Some things are not to a certain extent and there is no need to study them in depth.

Song Ciwan bluntly stated that he was in the late stage of becoming a god, and that he had the ability to be a five-star medical practitioner. When the word "five-star" was uttered, Yu Wenxu, who was writing the registration, looked up to the sky and smiled.

He laughed heartily. In front of the city gate, General Yu's laughter covered up the various discussions among the people.

Just in time, a stick of incense is about to burn out.

Yu Wenxu didn't waste any time. He said freely: "Great, haven't you registered at Liuyetang? This is not a problem. Let's go! Follow me into the city and we will register on the spot!"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and grabbed Song Ciwan's sleeve.

This movement was spontaneous, but as Yu Wenxu was a military commander in the realm of innate acupoints, and he was also a genius on the list of geniuses of all spirits when he was young, this casual grab had a mysterious artistic conception even if he did not use any martial arts.

Just like mountains and waves, there is no way to avoid it, and like an antelope hanging its horns, it leaves no trace. Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for any cultivator to escape.

After all, the physical reaction capabilities of immortal cultivators and warriors are completely different, not to mention that innate orifice integration is equivalent to the god-refining stage among immortal cultivators, which itself is one level higher than the god-transformation stage.

But Yu Wenxu's grasp was actually empty.

Song Ciwan's feet only moved slightly, and her body moved three feet directly out of thin air at an incredible angle. Yu Wenxu's hand naturally lost its grip.

She actually dodged the innate attack!
Moving three feet sideways out of thin air is nothing. The important point is that warriors in the Heqiao realm possess the true meaning of martial arts and can break through General Yu's true meaning of martial arts. This is their true ability.

This is how Taoism shrinks into an inch.

Shrinking the ground into an inch, as the name suggests, a land thousands of miles away can be shortened into an inch. This is a magical method that can be used for long-distance attacks as well as for moving within an inch.

Shrinking into an inch is not affected by the true meaning of martial arts——

Of course, the true meaning of martial arts brought out by Yu Wenxu's casual grasp just now is actually very small, and this cannot be ignored.

After all, Yu Wenxu's original intention was not to fight anyone, nor to test anyone's fighting ability. He just wanted to grab the arm of the person opposite him in order to quickly bring him to Liuyetang.

Unexpectedly, this catch was actually empty!
Yu Wenxu's eyes lit up, and he said in a tone that seemed both surprising and inconceivable: "You...you actually avoided it?"

Song Ciwan smiled slightly and said, "I don't like physical contact with others. I hope the general won't be offended."

Yu Wenxu breathed out softly, naturally he would not be surprised, but he said happily: "You have good physical skills, and your ability to protect yourself is not weak, so it's just right." The masters in this world each have their own habits and quirks, and they don't like to interact with others. Physical contact...it's not even a kink.

In fact, most monks dislike physical contact with others.

After all, this is a mythical world, and there are too many strange and bizarre methods. Many of them are unimaginable by people and will not be recorded in books and materials. It is a normal safety awareness to avoid physical contact with others.

At this time, a stick of incense burned out, and Cai An put away the ashes.

Yu Wenxu said: "Fellow doctors, please follow me into the city."

As he spoke, he turned over and mounted his dragon-scaled red-blooded horse.

This red-blooded horse has the bloodline of a Pegasus. It is a special breed specially bred by the West Wind Army. It can be accompanied by wind and clouds when it gallops. It has abundant energy and blood, can ward off evil spirits, and is so fast that it can travel tens of thousands of miles a day. The finest war horse breed.

Yu Wenxu is a third-grade general, and his dragon-scaled red-blooded horse is different.

When he turned on his horse, the red-blooded horse raised its front hooves and neighed gently, but there was a vague dragon's roar in the horse's neigh.

The long voice carried an indescribable sense of awe, which made the listeners' hearts palpitate. It shocked the monks who had just been chatting in front of the city gate to suddenly become silent.

The Xifeng Army all mounted their horses, and the several medical cultivators who had just been summoned were protected by the Xifeng Army.

Yu Wenxu urged his horse forward and entered the city gate.

The city gate is very deep, like a tall tunnel, ten feet wide and thirty feet deep.

When everyone entered the city, there was a mountain and river mirror hanging high above the door!

This is a mountain and river mirror that can be found in cities all over the Great Zhou Dynasty. However, unlike many ordinary cities where the mountain and river mirrors only have three or four stars, the mountain and river mirror on the gate of Demon Town City has a level of up to Six stars!

It is said that the essence of Shanhe Mirror is a spiritual treasure.

This treasure is an important tool to suppress the fate of the country. It has the ability to see through evil spirits. It can break disguises, see through all illusions in the world, and even stir up mountains and rivers, causing the vicissitudes of life to change at will -

Of course, this is talking about the Shanhe Mirror itself.

The split Mountain and River Mirror has similar functions to the main body, but due to different levels, its abilities are also weakened to varying degrees.

For example, the mountain and river mirror that used to be in Yangcheng was a three-star mirror according to Song Ciwan's later understanding.

Song Ciwan used the embryonic form to change shape, entering and leaving various cities and towns, and walked under those three-star, four-star, and even five-star mountain and river mirrors, but the disguise was never broken.

I just wonder, will this six-star mountain and river mirror reveal the nature of her transformation?
Even if she is exposed, she is not afraid. There is actually nothing shameful about Song Zhao, but... her plan to dominate the Ten Thousand Spirits Talent List may need to be changed.

Ahead, several West Wind soldiers walked under the Shanhe Mirror, and then it was the turn of several medical cultivators.

Liu Mingzhong, Xiang Qing and others passed by one after another. The mountain and river mirror was as calm as ever, and the mirror surface was as translucent as a blue lake.

Song Ciwan stood among several medical practitioners, and soon it was her turn.

Ahead, Xiang Qing turned back and looked at Song Ciwan curiously.

Song Ciwan walked into the city gate with his usual expression.

The moment he walked under the mountain and river mirror, Song Ciwan felt as if he was being blown by the breeze.

(End of this chapter)