The intuitive perception of Wu Sheng Ling Xi Jue is bidirectional.
Although this person's intuition was different from that of other practitioners of "Martial Spiritual Rhinoceros Art", the moment Qiao Mu looked at the female general, the other party seemed to have sensed something and lowered her head to look at him.
Qiao Mu retreated behind the crowd, using the figures of other people to block his view, and only glanced at the armored female general out of the corner of his eye.
The female general was covered in scale armor and had a visor on her face. She was so tightly wrapped that her face could not be seen clearly, which made Qiao Mu even more curious.
As we all know, people who deliberately hide their faces often have suspicious identities.
Qiao Mu has experienced death and rebirth many times, often disguising himself and changing his identity, so he is particularly sensitive to this matter.
In particular, this person is suspected of practicing the "Martial Spirit Holy Rhinoceros Secret", and has an unclear relationship with Wu Jihui.
"What are you making so much noise for?" A cold female voice came from under the visor of the female general who was riding a tall horse.
"Anxi Pass is an important place. Do you want to disturb the peace of the 100,000 heroes who died in battle outside the pass? Anyone who trespasses will be killed!"
Her voice was cold and authoritative.
It can be seen that these townspeople are quite afraid of the female general. When she spoke, the townspeople who gathered around her in large numbers did not dare to make a sound, for fear of angering this iron lady.
At this time, a man stood out from the crowd, it was Mr. Hai.
Everyone's eyes naturally focused on him, including the two sharp eyes of the female general, who also examined this man through the visor.
"Mrs. Bai." Mr. Hai stepped forward and laughed wildly:
"I heard that as long as I can beat you, I can enter your resting place."
"But no matter how powerful this force is, how can it be compared with power? If I want to enter the customs, do you dare to stop me?"
The female general cast two cold eyes on him and said in a low voice:
"Who are you?"
"My father is the current Minister of Rites, Hai Wuya." The middle-aged man puffed out his chest and spoke with confidence.
It's just that he is a little older, and he doesn't have any servants following him. No matter how you look at him, he doesn't look like a dandy.
"Do you have a pass from the court?" The female general's voice was still cold, and she seemed unmoved.
"What pass?" Mr. Hai frowned:
"My father's order is a pass."
"Oh. Without the court's permission, even if the Minister of Rites comes here in person, he is still not allowed to leave!" There was a hint of contempt in the female general's eyes.
This guy claimed to be the son of the Shangshu, which was fine if he fooled the townspeople, but now he was pretending in front of her
"Disrespectful." Mr. Hai seemed angry and said angrily:
"When I return to the imperial capital, I will immediately remove you from your position!"
"Please do as you wish." The female general said in a stern tone, not taking it seriously. She turned her horse around and wanted to leave.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Hai did not retreat at all, but instead stared at him.
"Blood Burst Technique!"
His whole body trembled slightly, his eyes widened, his pupils trembled violently and uncontrollably, and the bloodshot became increasingly dense, as if blood was about to drip out of his eyes.
With a humming sound, the sword rang.
Mr. Hai flew over and slashed at the female general's waist with his sword. The long sword drew a blood-red light in the air.
This was a premeditated sneak attack, but the female general on the horse did not even turn her head, just turned her back to him, did not even look at him, and swept the spear in her hand backwards casually.
There was a noise locally.
The long sword in Mr. Hai's hand slipped out, his knuckles were cracked and bleeding, his eyes gradually regained clarity, and he stood there blankly.
"Isn't this possible?" he sighed.
I wanted to act like a dandy to make the female general look down on me, then wait for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack and find a way to kill her. Then I would be able to pass this level with dignity.
"You think things are too simple." The female general said calmly:
"You actually thought you could sneak attack a third-grade spirit-refining warrior. You overestimate your own abilities..."
Mr. Hai smiled bitterly, and then his eyes began to bleed. Two lines of blood flowed down, accompanied by his bitter smile, looking quite terrifying.
This type of explosive secret technique, also known as forbidden technique, can temporarily bring about explosive power that exceeds the limits of the physical body, but it is also accompanied by equally powerful sequelae.
He lied with words, used forbidden techniques, and tried both inside and outside the game, but in the end, there was nothing he could do.
Blood flowed down his cheeks. Mr. Hai closed his eyes and quickly took out the letter from his arms.
These letters were sent by the townspeople to him. If they were stained with blood, the heroic spirit of the soldier might blame him... .
The townspeople watched this scene with eager eyes and could only sigh in their hearts.
The Iron Lady guarding the gate was right in front of them, and they dared not even express the righteous indignation in their hearts and could only hold it in their hearts.
And at this time.
An old man with white hair walked out from the crowd.
"Child, don't cry. It's just delivering a letter." The old man walked up to Mr. Hai and stretched out his hand to take the letter in Mr. Hai's hand.
"The water is deep here, you can't control it, let me do it."
Mr. Hai was stunned at first and wanted to snatch the letter back from the old man, but suddenly he felt a powerful internal energy passing through the envelope in his hand and into his body, temporarily relieving his injuries caused by the forbidden technique.
"Huh?" Mr. Hai had no idea at this time that he had encountered some powerful old monster. He immediately stopped resisting and loosened his grip.
Although Mr. Hai is a middle-aged man, he felt a little embarrassed to be called "child" by an old man in public.
But at this critical moment, it is a good thing to have this old monster to help.
The more the old man took advantage of his age, the more reliable he felt he was.
The old man took the package of letters, then looked up at the female general in front of the checkpoint.
He smiled and said calmly:
"Girl, if I want to enter the customs, do you dare to stop me?"
The female general was silent this time, and seemed to realize that the old man in front of her was not easy to mess with. She was silent for a long time before asking:
"Who are you?"
It was the same question, but when asked to the old man, it was asked with a little more caution.
"My last name is Qiao, and my given name is..."
The old man got stuck in the middle of his words and frowned as if he was thinking hard.
The townspeople were filled with resentment when they saw this scene. They wondered if the old man was too old and had a bad memory, and that he had to spend a long time thinking about even his own name.
"By the way, my name is Qiao Shuangsen. You should remember this name well."
"Because next..."
"I am going to show my holiness before the people."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man's figure suddenly blurred.
"Disappeared...disappeared?" The townspeople widened their eyes.
In broad daylight, in full view of everyone, the old man's figure appeared like a ghost in front of the female general riding a tall horse.
At this moment, the female general suddenly came to her senses and clenched the spear in her hand.
It's just too late.
Because Qiumu drew his sword.
He simply drew his sword and slashed forward.
It was just a simple movement, but it was fast and heavy.
There was a huge aura lingering on the sword that was so thick that it seemed to distort the air.
The female general's eyes behind her visor suddenly widened.
Even though a martial artist's intuition is sharp enough to anticipate her enemy's moves, she is still powerless when facing an opponent who is strong enough to crush her head-on.
laugh!
The sword light slashed upwards, making a violent sound of breaking through the air.
Then there was a loud neighing of horses.
In that instant, the female general in scale armor had no time to dodge, and both she and her horse were cut by the sword. She fell to the ground with a bang, and bleeding formed a pool of blood.
"Let me see your true face..."
Qiao Mu moved his hands and removed the visor and helmet of the female general. However, when he saw the true face of the female general, he was stunned for a while.
"grown ups!"
"grown ups... "
The soldiers rushed forward in panic, waving their spears and swords, and surrounded Qiumu.
"Don't be anxious, step back." The female general on the ground spoke calmly.
It was obvious that Qiao Mu had held back on her, as the sword light only cut through her scales and did not cause much damage to her.
Qiao Mu's military spear skills had already been perfected, and he had also mastered the Shadow Sword technique. Now, whether he exerted force or held back his strength, he could do it with ease and control.
It was obvious that Qiumu held back.
The female general pushed away the horse corpse that was pressing on her and stood up from the ground.
Her helmet and visor were removed by Qiao Mu, and her long gray hair was scattered on her shoulders, blowing in the wind.
This turned out to be an old woman with white hair, wrinkles all over her face, sunken eye sockets, revealing obvious fatigue.
The townspeople also cried out in surprise.
Obviously, they did not expect that the Iron Lady who represented the Great Yan court to guard the Anxi Pass would be an old woman who was much older than them.
"This Anxi Pass cannot stop the truly powerful." The old woman bowed to Qiao Mu and said:
"If Mr. Qiao wants to enter this Hundred Miles Desert, we will naturally be powerless to stop him."
"But the desert is extraordinary. It can be said to be a forbidden zone for life... This is not the place to talk. Please move on, Mr. Qiao, and let's talk in detail inside the desert."
The white-haired old woman pointed to the checkpoint behind her and said seriously.
After being easily defeated by Qiao Mu and revealing her true face, she seemed much more talkable than before when she was fully armed.
"That's fine." Qiao Mu nodded.
Ordinary people might be afraid that this old woman would organize a Hongmen Banquet or close the door and beat the dog, but Qiao Mu was not afraid at all.
"Mr. Qiao, can I go in with you? If we enter the desert, I can help Mr. Qiao and carry his luggage." Mr. Hai asked hurriedly from behind.
"He can't, he's too weak." The old woman said coldly:
"Before the establishment of Anxi Pass, the desert was a forbidden zone for life. It was impossible for ordinary people to return once they entered."
"Letting him in would have harmed him."
Qiao Mu nodded.
Just as he was about to follow the old woman into Anxi Pass, he heard someone calling him again from behind.
"Mr. Qiao Shuangsen..."
The person who spoke was the previous innkeeper.
The shopkeeper was already middle-aged, but at this moment his eyes were slightly tearful, and he bowed deeply to Qiao Mu:
"We can't enter Anxi Pass, so I hope the old gentleman can help take care of the letters from home. It's better not to burn them first..."
"If...if by any chance they are still alive, this book might be able to be delivered to them..."
The shopkeeper said this and shook his head and sighed:
"I was talking nonsense, just pretend I didn't say anything. Mr. Qiao is an extraordinary martial artist, but please be more cautious when entering the desert."
But after he said this, the other townspeople looked at him without any strangeness, but instead were deeply touched.
Could the real reason why the people of Zhongzhou came to settle outside the Anxi Pass be because of the folk custom of burning letters to the underworld