The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 411: Building a View
In the early morning, the sun shines on the mountain.

Surrounded by many warriors and maids, Qin Zhiming began to climb the mountain.

He walked up the rough and clean bluestone steps connecting the foot of the mountain to the top, and soon reached the top.

Qin Zhiming looked around and saw many peaks gathered together, with only one peak standing tall.

Unlike the surrounding mountains that have many peaks, Guanshi Mountain has only one tall, straight and wide peak.

On the top of the mountain, there are ancient trees standing, and a deep green pool is in the center.

Qin Zhiming walked to the edge of the cliff and looked into the distance. A magnificent city was looming.

“This mountain is great, let’s build a Taoist temple with three courtyards.

The main material is bluestone, supplemented by wood. The main hall is built behind the deep pool, and the room where I live is built behind the main hall.

As for the style of the Taoist temple, it should be built according to the rules of the temple."

Rumeng and Ruhuan, who were standing on the left and right sides of Qin Zhiming, heard this and immediately lowered their heads and shouted:
"Congratulations, Immortal, for finding the place where you can become an immortal."

As soon as these words came out, everyone behind them immediately shouted in unison:

"Congratulations, Immortal, for finding the place where you can become an immortal."

After the shouting, Rumeng approached Qin Zhiming and whispered:

"Master, the Taoist temple can be built within five days."

Qin Zhiming was a little surprised and turned his head to look at the thirty-five marrow-training warriors behind him, including Fan Jiu and Zhang Yuhuai.

If you say these people can fight, he believes it, but if you say they can build a Taoist temple?

"them?"

"Don't worry, sir. They can do most of the work in the secular world. Their level and speed are far beyond that of ordinary craftsmen."

As long as the martial artist has trained his mind and spirit, he can achieve photographic memory.

If they really want to learn a skill, they can become proficient in it in less than half a day.

It's just that those who practice marrow training generally focus their energy on martial arts, and few of them pay attention to other aspects.

“In that case, let them build it here.

Rumeng, Ruhuan, and Fan Jiu, the two of you come with me into the city.

Sophora japonica, you watch here.

If there is anything that is difficult to solve, come to Chaomu City to find me."

Not long after, Qin Zhiming and others arrived at the foot of the mountain.

"Fan Jiu, do you have any more ordinary carriages? These carriages are too conspicuous."

Fan Jiu looked at the thirty neatly arranged luxurious carriages and said to Qin Zhiming:
"Please wait for a moment, Master. I'll be back soon."

After a while, accompanied by the rumbling sound of wheels, Fan Jiu, driving a carriage, appeared in front of Qin Zhiming.

The panting old horse and the dilapidated carriage made Qin Zhiming very satisfied.

"Where did it come from?"

"I happened to meet a drug dealer who was transporting medicine, and I bought his carriage for money."

"Okay, let's go."

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The huge city is guarded by walls that are as tall as a mountain.

Under the huge archway that resembles a mountain wall, there are dozens of teams of varying lengths entering the city.

In front of each row of troops stood dozens of city guards holding spears and wearing iron armor.

The crowds of people entering the city were reflected in their pupils, and if they saw anything unusual, they would immediately rush forward and surround them.

At this time, amid the hustle and bustle outside the city, there appeared an inconspicuous, shabby carriage.

"Is that the team heading out of the city?"

Through the car window, Qin Zhiming saw that under another huge arch in the distance, there was also a crowd of people.

“That’s right, there are eight archways under the four walls of Chaomu City, namely the east, south, west and north.

The two arches under each city wall are either for entry only and not exit, or for exit only and not entry.

This is an official order from the Daqian Imperial Court, and no one can disobey it."

Ruhuan, who was sitting next to Qin Zhiming, explained.

"What about these teams in front?"

“This is also the question I am going to ask the real person. In what capacity will the real person enter the city?

Civilian? Official? Martial? Taoist? Different identities, different queues, and different waiting times. "

Rumeng looked at Qin Zhiming and smiled.

"Minba, is this team the one that has been waiting the longest?"

Rumeng lifted the curtain that served as the car door and looked at the archway in the distance.

"Min, at this speed, I'm afraid we will have to wait for an hour." Qin Zhiming was a little surprised. He didn't think it was slow, but fast.

You know, they are still dozens of miles away from the arch.

Within dozens of miles, there were teams entering the city.

"So many people? Only one hour?"

“Yes, normally the guards won’t stop anyone.

So, the speed of entering the city is very fast.”

When Ru Meng was speaking, people nearby, both men and women, were attracted by her appearance.

They had never seen such an outstanding girl, with a slender figure, bright eyes and white teeth.

But they didn’t understand why the carriage that such a beautiful girl was riding in was so shabby?

At this time, several people in the crowd frowned.

"Big brother?"

The young man, carrying a wicker basket on his back and holding a hoe in his hand, with mud on his gray shirt and gray pants, looked at the burly man who was leading the group.

The sturdy man, who was dressed similarly to the boy, nodded: "Don't panic, I know."

Ru Meng lowered the curtain, her face full of apology.

"I'm sorry, real man, for causing trouble."

"It's okay, it's not your fault.

By the way, from now on, call me Young Master instead of the real person."

"Yes, Master."

An hour later, Fan Jiu turned his head and whispered to the curtain:

“Master, there are four more carriages coming, and they are about to arrive.

At that time, these secular guards may lift the curtain.

What if I disturb you?"

"fine."

As Qin Zhiming's mind moved, the Taoist-style [Piaomiao Robe] on his body immediately turned into a black shirt.

For an earth-level immortal weapon, this kind of change can be achieved by relying on its own divine power without any magic.

The four carriages that Fan Jiu mentioned soon passed by the guards.

Just when Fan Jiu was about to drive the carriage past the guards, the twelve guards in charge of inspecting the team suddenly surrounded the carriage.

"Stop."

The captain of the twelve men stepped forward and came to Fan Jiu's side.

"Where are you from?"

Facing the questioning of the captain who could easily kill a Flesh-Refining Realm powerhouse, Fan Jiu smiled and replied:

"Sir, we are from Ying'an City and would like to visit Chaomu City."

"Who is the curtain?"

The captain stared at the curtain with an indifferent attitude.

"My young master."

Swish!
The curtain was lifted, and the captain and eleven guards were stunned.

They had seen many beautiful girls, but never such beautiful girls, and they were twins.

Not only that, but the man sitting between the twins was also unusual.

He has facial features carved with a knife and an axe, skin as white as jade, a figure as straight as a pine tree, and an aura as imposing as the scorching sun.

How could such a person appear in such a shabby carriage?
The doubt flashed through his mind, and the captain came back to his senses and said politely:

"Excuse me, sir? How did this carriage come here?"

"We didn't want to attract attention when we entered the city, so I asked the coachman to buy someone else's carriage."

Qin Zhiming said with a smile.

Afterwards, Fan Jiu gave the captain a detailed account of the process of buying the carriage.

After listening to this, the captain nodded in agreement.

“With this much money, it’s more than enough to buy a carriage.

To be honest, someone reported that the original owner of the carriage had an accident.

Plus, I actually knew the guy.

That's why I stopped you and asked you questions thoroughly.

I'm sorry, although what you said is probably true, due to official orders, I will send two guards to follow you.

If the original owner of this carriage does not come into the city today, I will have to trouble you all to help me deal with this matter."

(End of this chapter)