Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 132 The tragic battlefield

Wen Lianggong could even smell a very familiar scent from Qi Zhen.

It was the smell that would only appear after the other person reached his peak when he was messing around with Hua Pi in a dream. It had an indescribable aroma.

Although Qi Zhen is a lot worse than Tai, that's the kind of person she is.

He turned to look at Qi Zhen with an extremely strange expression.

"Isn't this Master Dufa your biological father?"

Qi Zhen glanced at him quickly, with a hint of displeasure in her words, and said piously: "Zhenren is the father-god of the Wenzhen sect, and regards his followers as his children. Because of my outstanding talent in martial arts, I was adopted as an adopted daughter, even though I am not related by blood. The relationship is closer than that of children, and the real person regards us as his own."

Wen Lianggong's expression became more and more weird, his mouth moved, and finally he just dryly buried the dirty questions in his heart and asked: "You can become a real person after hearing the true religion. How do you practice it?"

Until now, he still doesn't know the practice system of these real people. If it is compared with the sword-wielding master of the Changsheng Sect, who transforms into a rainbow...

Compared with the old man, his strength is indeed much lower.

"Of course, just like you and me, we meditate as ordinary people, accumulate skills and conduct, perform all kinds of merits, and finally complete the merits and achieve the status of a real person."

Hearing Qi Zhen say these words, Wen Lianggong finally confirmed that the history of Beiye City was much later than that of Changqing Temple on Yinzi Mountain.

"Then they don't know how to fly with swords and transform into rainbows?"

Qi Zhen said with some surprise: "Which story novel did you read this from? Nowadays, immortal traces are elusive and true immortals are hard to find. Real people are rare in this world. I want to achieve the situation you mentioned. , I’m afraid I need to take one step further, but taking one step further is harder than reaching the sky.”

understood.

It seems that Beiye City is also in a situation similar to the Dharma Ending Age. The real practitioners are hidden in the mountains and rivers, not seen by the world.

Wen Lianggong continued to ask: "Then can they live forever?"

Qi Zhen did not answer immediately, but said in an uncertain tone: "Back then, Master Fazhen once said that there is no end. It is not impossible to live forever, but it is not in this era."

Wen Lianggong remained silent and did not continue to ask. From Qi Zhen's words, he had already concluded that the birth of Beiye City, or the Wei Kingdom, was much later than Changqing Temple and Iron Sword Gate.

However, judging from the martial arts secrets obtained by the Si family, martial arts are generally inherited from the same lineage and have not changed much.

It’s just that the practice of cultivating immortals seems to be declining for some reasons, and it’s really just Qi training. If you want to use some real methods, you need to open an altar in advance.

While Wen Lianggong and Qi Zhen were chatting, Master Pingyang's old face turned completely cold.

"Pay attention to the Fa, I also said I would let you live a few more years, but I didn't expect you to come here in person."

Master Dufa smiled and said softly: "Pingyang, when I saw you back then, you were just a sword-wielding Taoist boy in the Shengjing Dao Palace. I didn't expect that you would become the master of the palace today."

Pingyang snorted softly and said indifferently: "Everyone who hears the truth will punish you and save the law. Now that you have fallen into the devil's way, I will clean up the door!"

He waved gently, and Fang Wenyuan, who was already prepared below, spoke calmly.

"Bring me my weapons."

As soon as the words fell, eight soldiers laboriously carried out a phoenix-wing black gold drill that was more than two feet long, and quickly carried it to Fang Wenyuan's side. Fang Wenyuan grabbed it with one hand and lifted it up like a wooden stick, which even eight soldiers found difficult to lift.

"kill!"

A roar as loud as a bell or a drum was spit out from Fang Wenyuan's mouth. With his Qi training completed, Wen Lianggong could even clearly see the visible ripples of air coming out of Fang Wenyuan's mouth.

In an instant, the elite soldiers who were originally on the defensive, with Fang Wenyuan taking the lead, began to charge. A breath of bloody battle on the battlefield, like thousands of people galloping, emanated from these soldiers and turned into two thousand elite soldiers in the front array. Under the leadership of Fang Wenyuan, a bloody wolf smoke was formed.

And that Fang Wenyuan was really like a tank at full power, carrying an unstoppable and invincible power that made it impossible for anyone to even think about competing against him.

What surprised Wen Lianggong was that although the private soldiers raised by the family all looked shocked, they were stunned for a moment by the aura of the battlefield, and then they all calmed down, and they even had a kind of ferocity that would risk their own lives. Not afraid of death.

Qi Zhen whispered: "These private soldiers raised by the family are well taken care of at home. They have meat every day, and the monthly salary allows a family of five to live a good life. They are not only children, most of them are These carefully selected people from large and small families have much higher military qualities than those veterans who have been on the battlefield for a long time."

Wen Lianggong understood that most of these large and small families had more elite soldiers than more expensive ones. They followed the path of elite soldiers and strong generals. After all, environmental conditions prevented them from raising too many soldiers. The older ones could only have two or three. A hundred elite soldiers are already considered very good, and there are many who are less than thirty or forty.

These private soldiers are all heavily armored. There are one thousand seventy-eight private soldiers gathered together from large and small families in Beiye City alone.

Looking at Fang Wenyuan who was charging towards him, Zhou Chi gritted his teeth. His whole body was tense and his muscles were tensing. The black armor he was wearing actually changed at the same time as his body grew larger, fitting his body.

Zhou Chi yelled: "Zhang Yue, Fu Changming, Liu Ren, Zeng Meng! If we don't take action now, we'll wait until later!"

As he spoke, he raised his sword high and sat down on a different horse: "Kill with me!"

Rumble!

Immediately, the cavalry moved together with alarming momentum.

Seeing this, Zhang Yue and others no longer hesitated. They all sent their own private soldiers to attack, and then they went hand in hand with Zhou Chi. They were carrying Xuan soldiers, wearing Xuan armor, and even extremely luxurious Xuan armor. He was wearing a set of black helmets and holding a black iron spear in his hand, charging towards Fang Wenyuan.

Zhou Chi looked at the tall figure rushing out of the shadows to join him, with an angry look on his face: "Li, I knew you were pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger! You actually have mastered the art of muscle, bone and skin?! You even hid your body!" The Xuanjia equipment is quite arrogant!"

Li Chengyuan sneered: "You have the nerve to criticize others, you pretend to be a bigot, and you have deeper thoughts than anyone else."

Those who can be stopped by Zhou Chi are all people who have mastered the three-level training of muscles, bones and skin, and are top masters who can resist Fang Wenyuan. If the others go, in addition to adding to the obstruction, they will be killed.

The ultimate master of the fourth practice cannot be killed by a crowd.

If Fang Wenyuan were placed on the battlefield and no one could stop him, it would be easy for him to kill seven in and seven out of an army of 100,000 people.

Everyone present understood that if there was no way to resist Fang Wenyuan, the only way left would be death, sooner or later. When these small and medium-sized families faced life and death, they all ignored it.

Although he narrowly escaped death, if he didn't resist and waited for Master Pingyang to initiate the sacrifice, he would have been dead.

"Shoot the arrow!!!"

Following Zhang Yue's loud roar, the hundreds of crossbowmen lurking on the roof no longer hid, straightened their upper bodies, pulled up their bowstrings, or raised their crossbow arrows.

(End of this chapter)