Longevity Martial Arts: Obtain Golden Affixes at the Start

"I don't know about that. Our Marrow Cleansing Realm seems pretty good, but it's really only significant in this small county town."

In those big cities, even the gatekeepers of the government offices are at the Marrow Cleansing Realm, not to mention the prefects and inspectors.

So whether they care or not is not our business.

The two chatted for a while longer about all sorts of things. In the afternoon, Qiao Yuan took Hong Lang to his home for a visit.

He has a six-year-old daughter with a sweet, soft voice who is very cute.

"Daddy, I know a hundred characters now!"

"Oh? Lin'er, that's great! This is your Uncle Hong, say hello to him."

"Hello, Uncle Hong!"

Hong Lang smiled and patted her head, as if he were seeing Li Tao'er when she was little.

……

Another layer of fallen leaves covered the pile of leaves, and Hong Lang was living a very comfortable life in the yamen.

In his spare time, he practiced Hunyuan stance and Qianjun step in the courtyard of the county government office. He rarely went to the martial arts school anymore. With Clerk Song protecting him, no one came to cause trouble.

Every mealtime, Qiao Yuan would call Hong Lang over, and the two became increasingly close.

He would occasionally spar in the courtyard, attracting the attention of the constables.

However, what troubled Hong Lang was that his cultivation speed had become extremely slow since he entered the Marrow Cleansing Realm.

It can't even rise by 1% a day. At this rate, who knows when I'll be able to reach the Meridian Opening Realm.

Given the Yellow Heaven Sect's modus operandi, if they were to learn that two of their members had died at their hands, they would certainly take action.

Compared to them, the cultivation level of the Marrow Cleansing Realm was still too low.

As Hong Lang was sitting on the stake, a bell suddenly rang in the county government office.

"Hong, assemble!" Liu Zhong shouted at the top of his lungs.

Hong Lang's heart tightened. It wasn't a holiday or festival; the bell would only be rung when something major happened.

He strode into the lobby, where seven or eight people had already arrived.

"What's wrong?" Hong Lang walked over to Qiao Yuan and asked in a low voice.

"Mo Wentian, the magistrate of Longxiang County, has rebelled," Qiao Yuan whispered.

He briefly recounted the events to Hong Lang.

Both Mo Wentian, the magistrate of Longxiang County, and Luo Heng, the magistrate of Hengjiang County, were under the command of Fan Qingya, the governor of Tianmu Prefecture.

As soon as Mo Wentian broke through to the Qi Gathering Realm, Prefect Fan Qingya felt threatened. He invited Mo Wentian to a banquet in Tianmu City, ostensibly to celebrate his breakthrough.

This is clearly a trap, and everyone is watching closely to see if Mo Wentian will actually go.

Unexpectedly, he directly beheaded the messenger and started a rebellion.

Hong Lang gasped after hearing this. War... it's really coming!

What will happen to Qin Jiuzhen and Li Tao'er?!

They were still outside the city. If chaos erupted and bandits ran rampant, the consequences would be unimaginable.

If they left the county town at this time, they would be considered deserters, and if the war was won, they would be beheaded and their heads displayed to the public.

Hong Lang then asked, "Has Mo Wentian gone mad? He's just a soldier from one county, yet he dares to confront the prefect's troops from fifteen counties? Where does he get such confidence?"

"Mo Wentian has already gained the support of the Black Wind Sect. The Black Wind Sect has sent a group of disciples to join Mo Wentian in raising an army. It is clear that he has long been colluding with the Black Wind Sect," Qiao Yuan said in a deep voice.

Hong Lang wanted to ask more questions, but then County Magistrate Luo Heng and County Lieutenant Wang Ye came out from the back hall.

Luo Heng's gaze swept over the crowd, and he announced loudly, "Mo Wentian, the magistrate of Longxiang County, harbors ambitions and has raised an army in rebellion, intending to seize the position of prefect. He is currently less than a hundred miles away from Hengjiang."

Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback. They had all heard some things about Mo Wentian, but they hadn't expected him to be so fast.

Head Constable Niu cupped his hands and said, "Magistrate Luo, the enemy's forces are too strong. Hengjiang County cannot be defended. Let's retreat!"

Luo Heng roared in anger, "Prefect Fan has treated me well; how can I flee without a fight?"

Seeing everyone looking at each other in confusion, Luo Heng sneered and said:

"The prefect's reinforcements will arrive soon, and Mo Wentian is doomed. I have received a secret report that Mo Wentian's daughter, Mo Qiushui, has divided her forces into two groups to launch a surprise attack on Hengjiang County. I want to take that vile woman's head. Who dares to go with me to meet the enemy head-on?"

County Commandant Wang Ye immediately clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Your subordinate is willing to go!"

Seeing that he had made his stance clear, the rest of the crowd shouted in unison, and Qiao Yuan and Hong Lang echoed him a few times.

"Good!" Luo Heng's eyes flashed like lightning, and he immediately began assigning tasks. "County Lieutenant Wang, Constable Niu, you two will follow me to confront Mo Qiushui's main force head-on. Qiao Yuan, you will lead the rest to the west side of the county town to intercept them. Make sure you hold off Mo Qiushui's remaining troops!"

"Your subordinate obeys!" Qiao Yuan clasped his hands and shouted.

Hong Lang took a long halberd from the armory, mounted Hongzao, and followed behind Qiao Yuan.

More than ten people filed out of the side gate of the county government office and ran wildly along the west street of the county town.

The streets were no longer bustling as usual, and people were closing their doors and windows.

After leaving the city, Qiao Yuan led the group onto a deserted dirt road, where the trees on both sides gradually became denser.

After galloping for about seven or eight miles, he pulled on the reins and dismounted: "This is it. There's a gentle slope ahead. Let's ambush in the grass on the slope."

Everyone found a spot and lay down.

About an hour later, a man on horseback slowly walked down the path at the bottom of the slope.

He walked around, stopping frequently and glancing around every now and then; he was clearly a spy.

Qiao Yuan lowered his voice and asked, "Who dares to kill this man?"

"Wow!"

A martial artist named Ding Yi, who had just completed the Lesser Completion stage of the Marrow Cleansing Realm, immediately responded, picked up his spear, and charged out.

He moved extremely quickly, clearly having been waiting for this opportunity. With a flick of the reins, he charged down the slope at an angle.

By the time the scouts noticed, Ding Yi had already rushed within thirty paces.

The scout's expression changed drastically. He abruptly reined in his horse, turned around, and reached for the knife at his waist with his right hand.

late.

Ding Yi squeezed his legs tightly against the horse's belly, holding the long spear horizontally at his side, the spear flashing a cold light in the sunlight.

Using the momentum of his charging horse, he moved his waist and horse as one and thrust out with his spear.

puff!

The spear tip struck the scout squarely in the back of the chest, piercing through the breastplate and protruding more than half a foot from the front.

The scout didn't even have time to scream before the knife he had just pulled from his hand slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

Ding Yi deftly flicked the body off the horse, sending it flying and crashing heavily to the roadside.

The scout's horse neighed and ran to its master's body, refusing to leave.

From the charge to the finish line, it's all over in the blink of an eye.

The people on the slope saw it clearly, and several martial artists cheered in hushed tones.

Just then, four fast horses rushed down the opposite slope.

Ding Yi was taken aback and immediately spurred his horse to flee.

"kill!"

At Qiao Yuan's command, he mounted his horse and charged down the slope, followed by the others who urged their horses onward, with Hong Lang holding a long halberd close behind.

The sound of horses' hooves was like the beating of drums, and more than ten people rushed down the slope, and the two sides instantly engaged in battle.

Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound rang out.

Whoosh!

An arrow shot out from the front, hitting a Blood Refining Realm martial artist squarely.

Hong Lang looked in the direction of the sound and saw a woman standing on the opposite slope, riding a horse and holding a bow.

There's an entry for "exceptionally sharp eyes," and he saw it all clearly.

The woman was about twenty years old, dressed in a purple robe with a black belt around her waist, which perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure.

Her appearance was exceptionally outstanding, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, but her gaze was unusually cold. Judging from the fluctuations in her aura, she was at least a martial artist at the peak of the Marrow Cleansing Realm.

Behind her stood five mounted martial artists, all of whom possessed the cultivation level of the Marrow Cleansing Realm!

Qiao Yuan also saw the woman at that moment. He was startled and exclaimed in a low voice, "Mo Qiushui?!"