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Chapter 490: General Qilin, the opportunity appears (asking for monthly tickets)
The sound of the dragon's roar shook left and right.

It was like a fight taking place at the spiritual level.

Shi Dalin and others looked at the silent general with great concern. Fan Qing's will was facing the fighting spirit contained in the blood of the ancient red dragon and the fighting spirit from the Khan on the grassland.

In a trance, he seemed to be standing on the battlefield, holding weapons, facing the arrogant Iron Pagoda army. The Iron Pagoda army was rushing towards him with a fierce and murderous momentum. Suddenly, he seemed to see the roaring ancient red dragon.

Fan Qing looked back in his will, but he could not see his team or his comrades. However, he still held his weapon and charged towards the desperate situation ahead, roaring loudly.

Fan Qing's eyes were tightly closed, his face was resolute and veins were faintly bulging.

He was the general with the most complicated experience among all the generals of the Qilin Army, but he was also the one with the greatest patience. Even he showed such an expression. It was obvious how terrible the pain his soul was experiencing at this moment.

However, his frown slowly relaxed.

Shi Dalin and the others breathed a sigh of relief. With the help of the old sorcerer's magic array, the violent and powerful power contained in the dragon blood of the ancient red dragon was restrained and released only in a slow manner, little by little.

The pressure on Fan Qing increased little by little.

After all, the purpose of these elixirs and magic is to gradually stimulate Fan Qing's soul, to try to help this warrior with extremely tenacious spirit to pass the barrier from the fifth to the sixth heaven and step into the sixth heaven.

Instead of planning to use the blood and power of the ancient red dragon to overwhelm Fan Qing.

Shi Dalin breathed a sigh of relief:
"Huh...it looks like there shouldn't be any problems."

"General Fan Qing, after this test, you should be able to reach the sixth level of heaven and be qualified to step onto the final battlefield..."

At this moment, the old sorcerer suddenly realized something was wrong, his expression suddenly changed, and he said, "Oh no, the formation is rioting!"

Shi Dalin and others were stunned: "What?"

However, before they could react and figure out what the meaning of the four words "formation riot" was, they heard a horrifying dragon roar coming from over there, and an indescribable majesty spread out violently.

The area within a dozen miles was filled with deathly silence.

The golden-red blood-colored light inside the formation is many times more intense!
The old sorcerer reacted in just a split second, pulling Shi Dalin and the others back quickly to prevent them from being swallowed as well. In a split second they retreated more than ten feet before they could barely stand still.

Shi Dalin and others looked pale and gasped heavily.

Their martial arts skills were quite ordinary, and this sudden change made their brains a little confused.

But the next moment, Shi Dalin reacted, his face changed drastically, and he said, "Not good, General Fan Qing."

Everyone was still in shock and looked up, only to see that the magic formation that had been previously determined to be extremely stable had begun to riot irregularly.

This magical method has a very stable, clear and reliable restraining ability against the blood of Qilin, the blood of Nine-Colored Divine Deer, the blood of Iron-Eating Beast, and even the blood of more than one hundred other kinds of exotic beasts. However, at this time, when facing the blood of the ancient red dragon.

This magical formation has failed.

Not to mention restraining his spirit, at this moment this magic formation is more like a provocation.

Or a challenge.

Then, everyone saw that the blood of the ancient red dragon accepted the battle without hesitation!
Even if it is just the blood of the ancient red dragon, it still possesses lofty ambitions and the courage to fight!

The low and solemn dragon roar is like a battle drum.

The magic that was originally used to restrain the blood-colored light and the power of the ancient red dragon collapsed layer by layer. These broken magic lights suddenly collapsed inwards, and the bloody smell and golden-red dragon blood spread in an instant.

Fan Qing was swallowed up in an instant.

Shi Dalin's beard exploded: "What is going on? Grandmaster!"

The old sorcerer looked solemn and said, "The blood of the ancient red dragon regarded our formation as an opponent and fought with it. Now, its blood has killed this formation and found General Fan Qing."

Shi Dalin was stunned: “…………”

"It's just blood, but there's still a fighting spirit, and you can find an opponent to fight?! Is this a good omen?!!"

"This, isn't this right?"

"What kind of auspicious sign has such fighting power and crazy fighting spirit?"

"The ancestors of the Lei family have said that auspiciousness is born from the peaceful energy of heaven and earth, and it is transformed into spirituality. It has many mysterious abilities, such as controlling wind and rain, or stopping fire and thunder. I have never seen anything as crazy as this."

What he is facing is the blood of the ancient red dragon, the most auspicious sign in ancient times.

This is also a point that Shi Dalin and others misjudged.

Normally speaking, even if there is still auspicious will in the auspicious blood, there will be no danger to life if you try to challenge it. However, the auspiciousness of the ancient red dragon and the auspiciousness of these many innate auspicious signs are written completely differently.

The divine will of the Nine-Colored Divine Deer can even help ordinary people heal their wounds.

The will of the ancient red dragon is very simple.

beat!
war!
Either live or die.

There is only a head-on confrontation.

Shi Dalin realized that something was wrong.

Even the three secluded sects and the Exotic Beast Villa should not try to use the blood of the Ancient Red Dragon, which is comparable to the legend of martial arts. Shi Dalin turned around and ran wildly, looking for the sword maniac old man, hoping to break through the charm of the ancient red dragon's blood and pull General Fan Qing out.

I just hope General Fan Qing doesn't get hurt.

After Murong Longtu learned about the situation, he rushed here almost immediately. However, after the old man arrived, he did not draw his sword. He just looked at Fan Qing, who was shrouded in the blood of the ancient red dragon, in surprise.

It's like seeing a new sword being sharpened.

Shi Dalin was brought here by the old swordsman with a gentle breath. Although he was a little flustered, he was still able to remain calm and said, "Old man, please help me. The blood of the ancient red dragon is a little special. We are worried that something might happen to General Fan Qing."

Murong Longtu said: "Don't worry, the old dragon's blood has a sense of propriety."

"Even if he can't get through this, his life won't be in danger."

Shi Dalin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then, can General Fan Qing come out?"

Murong Longtu said: "This depends on him."

"The path to becoming a Grandmaster is only a tribulation of the heart."

When Shi Dalin heard Murong Longtu's answer, his tense spirit suddenly relaxed, and then he suddenly realized what the words he heard meant. His face froze bit by bit. He stared at Fan Qing who was covered in dragon blood and said:
"Grandmaster?!"

He saw it clearly in the battle of Yemen Pass in the Western Region several years ago.

Beside Fan Qing, who had already assumed the posture of a lion, the majestic and brave lion appeared again, emitting bursts of low roars.

Even though it was shrouded by the fighting spirit and dragon blood of the ancient red dragon.

Fan Qing still didn't fall down.

His eyes were wide open, like a nail driven into the ground, biting firmly into the earth.

In fact, Fan Qing's consciousness almost sank. He was in a trance and couldn't bear the pain. He opened his eyes, but what he saw was the home deep in his memory. The warm sunlight fell, and he saw his father and mother working.

Fan Qing sat there quietly, just watching the scene.

He didn't want to recall anything, nor did he want to struggle. He just sat there quietly and watched until his eyes turned red, until his mother passed by, saw his eyes, uttered a cry of surprise, and came over to touch his head.

The palm was very big, and the palm was dry and warm. Due to long-term labor, the blood vessels on her palm were particularly thick and prominent. She touched Fan Qing's hair, and then wiped Fan Qing's eyes with the sleeves made of different colored cloth.

"Oh, you are such a grown up child, and you are still crying."

"Why are you crying? Aren't we just going to the martial arts hall?"

The woman paused and whispered:
"If it doesn't work, then don't go. It's okay if you don't go."

"Beside my mother..."

The man next to him shouted, "No, how can I not go?"

"We have no education, and we don't know any martial arts. This is how our life will be. Do we want our children to be like this too, and live the same life as us?!"

"Don't be soft-hearted at this time. Besides, it's not like you won't come back."

Fan Qing looked at the tall man, who was tall but had a hunched back.

When he spoke, he was very energetic.

The old sorcerer in the real world frowned and said, "...As the sword maniac said, General Fan Qing's will was oppressed by the ancient red dragon's fighting spirit and fled inside. If he is not careful, his soul will be confused by the memory and he may be in danger."

Shi Dalin's voice was a little hoarse as he asked, "What will happen?!"

The old sorcerer said, "It won't harm your life. However, when a warrior reaches the fifth or sixth level of cultivation, he will pay special attention to the cohesion of his primordial spirit. Only when his primordial spirit is cohesive and he finds his own path, he can take a step forward by chance."

“Only then can one gather his own spirit, energy and fame, and manifest his former auspicious body. This is the so-called Dharmakāya, the so-called Grandmaster realm. If this is the case, his soul will collapse and he will probably have no hope of reaching the Grandmaster realm for the rest of his life.”

Shi Dalin became anxious: "What should I do?"

"Master Sword Maniac, do you have any solution?"

Murong Longtu just looked at Fan Qing, who had his eyes closed and a calm expression, in the sorcerer's formation that was being devoured by the blood of the ancient red dragon and was affected in the opposite direction. However, there was a lot of surprise in his eyes.

This child seems...

Fan Qing didn't do anything but just immersed himself in this kind of life.

At that time, my father had not yet had his legs broken by corrupt officials for embezzling land, and my mother had not cried her eyes out. My father had broad shoulders and was talking to my mother about this year's harvest.

The harvest was good and the year was good.

The lives of ordinary people have gradually become better, and Dachen is on the rise.

The peaceful days seem to be just before our eyes. They are so close, as if they are so close that we can touch them just by raising our hands.

This happened when he was only a teenager. Looking back now, in that era, General Zhou was still alive and well.

I heard that there was a general of the younger generation in Dachen named Li Wanli who had risen to prominence and won many battles. Under his command was a young general named Yue Pengwu who was not much older than him.

There is also a famous imperial uncle who has a young general under his command who is similar to him, named Xiao Wuliang. The two of them are almost like rivals.

Hearing that Yue Pengwu was skilled in spearmanship, Xiao Wuliang charged into the battle at the age of fourteen or fifteen.

But these have nothing to do with the young man in a village in the State of Chen.

At that time, he had heard the news, but he only regarded it as something to show off to his playmates, and then forgot it as soon as he heard it. In that era, young heroes had already set foot on the world and galloped for the world.

He, who was of the same age, only knew that he would be sent to the big city to be a warrior apprentice. Before leaving, he swung the hoe hard, hoping to help share more of the burden of the family.

My parents said that after all these years, the family had finally saved up ten taels of silver.

I plan to take them all out and send them to the Motian Sect's martial arts hall. The Motian Sect's Grand Master Ximen Hengrong has achieved a Grandmaster breakthrough.

But the fees are still very fair. For ten taels of silver, one can become an apprentice for three years, with food and lodging provided, and martial arts training taught. After three years, if one can sense the Qi, he or she can stay, and not only will the fees not be charged, but the previous ten taels of silver will also be returned bit by bit.

A long time has passed in my memory.

It was as if Fan Qing was really suppressed by the terrifying power of the ancient red dragon, and his soul fled into his own memories. He refused to concentrate, refused to face the terrifying ancient red dragon, and refused to face the first of the ancient auspicious signs.

Just follow the memory, live in the past, and give up the future.

Soon it was time to collect grain every year. At this time, they had to borrow ox carts to deliver the grain to the city. They also planned to send Fan Qing to the big city of Chen State at this time, take out the silver they had saved for ten years, and send the child to learn martial arts.

The night of departure.

It was rare for my father to take out the liquor brewed at home.

This wine is considered a family heirloom in a year like this. Normally, one would never be willing to take it out to drink. But this time, not only did he open it and drink it, he also poured him a glass.

The father and son clinked their glasses under the candlelight. The old man had a little expectation and a rare sense of satisfaction on his face. He said:

"Your mother and I can't read or do anything in our lives. We only know how to dig for food in the land. Even if we have to sell everything we have, we will still support you. Once you learn some skills, you will be fine."

Fan Qing asked for the first time: "What's good?"

His father was stunned and unable to answer, as if he had not thought about the question.

I just tried to comfort him, "It's nothing. I don't have any skills. I can't tell you any great truths. Anyway, when you learn some skills, you can live a good life."

“That’s it!”

Fan Qing remained silent for a long time and just drank.

The next day when we said goodbye.

My father was looking forward to it, but my mother was a little reluctant.

Fan Qing, carrying a package, stood at the door of his house, looking at his face in the basin, young and tender, with longing for the future. Fan Qing suddenly knelt on the ground in front of his parents.

His mother burst into tears and hid beside him to wipe her tears. His father said, "Why do this? It's not like you won't come back. Just come back often in the future."

Fan Qing kowtowed three times in a row and then raised his head.

It seemed as if I saw scenes of my father's legs being broken, my mother crying until she went blind and then died, the tragic scene after I came back, and the illusion of a peaceful and prosperous age disappearing and shattered. It was clearly within reach, but it was like trying to catch the moon in the water.

He saw himself picking up a knife to kill officials, being tied up, and being sent to death row according to his tattoos.

This is the past that has already happened, but in memory, this time is just the unclear future.

Fan Qing's father said, "Just come back more often in the future."

Fan Qing looked at them and said, "...I won't come back."

His father was a little sad: "But when people get old, they also want to return to their roots."

Fan Qing did not answer, but kowtowed heavily once again.

This is the fourth kowtow, three for gods and four for ghosts, it is a farewell to the deceased.

Just learning skills won't make you better.

Fan Qing whispered.

He suddenly remembered the few fragments of the poem that the man had recited.

The child is determined to leave his hometown, and he vows not to return until he succeeds in his studies.

Why bury the bones in the hometown?

There are green mountains everywhere in the world.

Today, I finally understand.

Why bury your bones in your hometown? A real man should walk on the path.

Where you die, there you are buried; there you can never go back.

Fan Qing raised his head, his eyes filled with divine light. The gentle memories around him disappeared. The roar of the ancient red dragon echoed in his ears. He held the sword in his hand, his eyes burning like fire.

Don’t go home, don’t look back.

He held the sword in both hands, raised it, and suddenly stabbed it towards the ground. The sharp sword edge pierced into the earth easily. The pain of the ancient red dragon's blood appeared again, but this time, Fan Qing forced himself to swallow the red dragon's blood.

Beside Fan Qing, a lion from the clouds descended to the earth, raised its head and roared.

One person and one Dharma image, both let out long roars and angrily.

It is a roar of unwillingness towards one's past, one's own sadness, one's past sufferings, and the chaotic world that caused all this.

Life is like a blade of grass, but our aspirations should be high!
But, why in the world!
For people like you and me, life is as precious as a blade of grass. ! Does the ambition to change the world depend on blood? !
Even a stray dog ​​that is spit upon by people on the roadside will still run freely under the starlight in this troubled time until it dies.

Shi Dalin and the others were stunned, and suddenly saw the blood of the ancient red dragon being shaken apart and disappeared. In an instant, the lion image beside Fan Qing roared in a low voice, and underwent a transformation, vaguely taking on the shape of a dragon.

It looks like a unicorn, but it seems not to be the case.

Mythical beast: Suanni.

Fan Qing’s aura surged, breaking through the realm and taking another step.

Sixth Heaven.

Not yet a Grandmaster.

But at this time, Murong Longtu nodded in approval, and Shi Dalin heard a clear whistling sound in his ears, and four streams of light flew out from the Murong family. These four streams of light seemed to have sensed something and came spontaneously.

It flew with hundreds of thousands of long swords and circled in the air.

Suddenly, the stream of light converged and surged down, accompanied by four crisp sounds of "de de de de".

Four streams of light fell from the sky and landed beside Fan Qing. The warrior standing there had a stern look on his face and a refined appearance, which hardly looked like he was in the Sixth Heaven. His weapons whistled continuously, making bursts of solemn sounds, and the streams of light gradually calmed down.

It transformed into the prototypes of four divine weapons, all of which were flowing and changing, shining brightly, and the military spirit soared into the sky.

Shi Dalin, the old sorcerer and others lost their minds.

Fan Qing, Sixth Heaven.

Dharma Image: Suanni: Its power can swallow tigers and leopards; it likes quietness and dislikes movement, and would like to watch fireworks.

He is resolute and courageous, and a great general in the army.

Have the qualifications to hold the prototypes of the remaining four magical weapons!

Shi Dalin murmured: "...What kind of freak is this?!"

"What kind of monster is this?"

"After suppressing the fighting spirit of the ancient red dragon, he was able to take a step forward. After taking a step forward, he was able to suppress his own realm and not seek an instant breakthrough? At the same time, he was able to match the prototypes of four magic weapons. This is a great general..."

Fan Qing exhaled a breath and felt his own transformation.

Along the way, all that had been accumulated after hundreds of battles finally took the step of transformation under this final determination.

He slowly stretched out his hand, and one of the long swords fell into his hand. This was the magical weapon that had been compatible with him when he was only at the fifth level.

"General Ji's sword."

There was once a rumor that a promise was worth a thousand pieces of gold. It was better to get a promise from General Ji than to get a thousand pieces of gold. It was a perfect match for Fan Qing. He stretched out his hand and took the second magic weapon. After he held the two magic weapons, the prototypes of the other two magic weapons also slowly calmed down.

"General Mei's bow."

With a body of the sixth heaven, he can wield two magical weapons. His mind is resolute and his will is strong. He has already broken through the master's heart tribulation. He is a general in the Qilin Army and an old acquaintance of the State of Chen. His name is Fan Qing.

It is the birthday of King Qin, which is also the coming-of-age ceremony.

There is still a month left.

Yue Pengwu was preparing to attack Chen and adjusted his generals. This time, basically only the generals at the sixth level were qualified to become the main force on the front line. At this time, the sound of quiet footsteps suddenly came from outside.

Yue Pengwu raised his eyes and looked at the calm general over there.

The sound of armor was solemn and murderous. He walked forward with a long sword on his waist, resolute and courageous. There was a vague outline of spirit and vitality around him, and he turned into a strange beast that looked like a dragon and a lion, like a sharp sword that had been tempered through thousands of times, revealing its edge.

"Qilin Army Fan Qing, request to go into battle!"

..............................

Spring is passing and cicadas are chirping in May.

With only twenty days left until the King of Qin's coming-of-age ceremony, the whole world entered a period of peace and tranquility. Many things in Xiyi City had gradually become peaceful. The conflict between the State of Chen and the State of Ying ceased, and everything was calm.

On this day, something unexpected happened.

It seems that an "Iron Pagoda" accidentally crashed into the place where Chen and Ying were negotiating. There were also rumors that elite troops from Chen and Ying appeared in each other's country. Among them, Ying and Chen had different statements about the Xiyi City incident.

There are also rumors that the Iron Buddha who was killed was a Chen citizen under his armor.

The official of the State of Chen was furious on the spot, but was pierced through the forehead by an arrow.

The people of Chen said that Ying was a traitor and went back on his word.

The people of Ying said that the people of Chen were treacherous and were plotting to harm others.

Amidst the swords and blood, reason was briefly affected by the surging blood. In that atmosphere, contradictions were aroused in an instant, and a fierce fight broke out. This fierce fight happened to affect important figures on the border of the two countries, and those with noble blood died.

The peaceful days were directly broken.

The dispute between Ying and Chen broke out again outside the city of Xiyi. Both sides deployed 100,000 troops. The attention of the whole world, including Chen and Ying, was drawn to this location.

The war begins again!
Yan Daiqing received the letter from Xiyi City three days in advance.

It's Wen Qingyu's handwriting.

This time there was no more laughing and talking, no more unbridled talk, but his words were brief and to the point, yet they made Yan Daiqing feel as if the situation was reversed and the general trend of the world was about to change.

[The opportunity has arrived].

(End of this chapter)