Even so, for warriors, this kind of desolate place is a holy place for cultivating the spirit.
In the eyes of the immortals, it is also a good place to refine the soul.
He got six soldier souls in total, which was not too bad, but if he had to exchange them for a hundred spirit stones, Daoshun would have to think carefully about it.
He was about to give up and turn away when he heard a voice behind him.
"Brother Daoshun is short of money, so he can't go to the [Hundred Mile Desert]?"
When he turned around, he saw a young man in Taoist robe looking at him with a smile. It was Daozhen.
"Senior Brother Daozhen has returned to the sect?"
Daoshun nodded to the person who came, his expression not looking very good, as he thought the other person was here to laugh at him.
As a rare cultivator with natural spiritual roots, although Daozhen had an awkward background, he was still a disciple of Elder Qingyi after all, and was not comparable to ordinary sect disciples.
Daoshun had no intention of talking to Daozhen any more, so he made up an excuse to leave, but Daozhen stopped him with a smile:
"Brother Daoshun, I recently got a military strategy that is quite magical. I heard that Brother Daoshun is good at manipulating Taoist soldiers. Take a look at this strategy and see if it suits Brother Daoshun's taste?"
After saying that, he threw a small storage bag over.
"I don't have that many spirit stones..." Daoshun wanted to refuse and didn't want to have too close a relationship with Daozhen, but he had already got the storage bag. He subconsciously scanned it with his spiritual sense and was immediately stunned.
The storage bag is not only filled with Taoist military techniques, but also contains one hundred spirit stones.
"Brother Daozhen, what do you mean by this?" Daoshun asked cautiously:
"Is there anything you want me to do?"
He still understood the principle of not receiving rewards without merit, so how could it be possible that a senior brother from the sect he was not familiar with would give him a magic formula and a hundred spirit stones for no reason
"I want you to go to the Desert City again and try to kill someone." Daozhen said calmly:
"You should have seen that person before. His name is Qiao Shuangsen. He is a very old mortal. He was the one who entered the desert that day holding the 'Boundary Breaking Talisman'."
Daoshun was slightly stunned. Killing a mortal
That day he realized that the mortal had extraordinary martial arts skills, but he was just an ordinary warrior after all, nothing more than that.
He did not agree immediately, but instead scanned the storage bag with his spiritual sense, looking for the jade slip containing the magic formula.
"Is this the magic of turning beans into soldiers?" Daoshun was surprised.
The method of controlling Taoist soldiers that he is good at is mainly to make paper figures.
The material of the paper figure is not special, it is just ordinary paper, and it is entirely supported by the monk's magic power.
The strength of the paper figure depends entirely on the strength of the cultivator's own magic power.
But bean soldiers are different. They are made from specially made spiritual beans and magical powers.
The higher the grade of the spirit bean itself, the stronger the bean soldier it transforms into.
If one were as wealthy as Daozhen and spent a huge amount of money to obtain the best spiritual beans, he might be able to catalyze a powerful Taoist soldier with strength close to that of the cultivator himself.
From this point of view, the method of refining bean soldiers is actually better than the ordinary paper figurine method.
Daoshun actually didn't want to get too deeply involved with Daozhen, but Daozhen played to his liking and gave him the method of refining Dao soldiers, which he was good at. He gave too much...
Daoshun's eyes flickered and he made a decision:
"My brother's business is my business. Killing a mortal is naturally a small matter."
He did not ask the elder disciples of the Taoist Hall why they wanted to make things difficult for a mere mortal.
Since Daozhen came to ask in person, then the mortal named Qiao Shuangsen must be extraordinary, otherwise even if Daozhen acted as he pleased, he would not be willing to pay such a price.
But it doesn't matter.
Take people's money and help them eliminate disasters, that's all.
"After I have been in seclusion for a while, as long as I have mastered the method of 'casting beans to create soldiers', I will immediately go to the [Hundred Mile Desert] to help my senior brother."
Daoshun said seriously.
... .
On the wall of the lonely city.
Several old soldiers were standing guard on the lookout, though they looked a little more lively than usual and occasionally chatted with each other.
"It has been a month since Mr. Qiao entered the city. During this month, this isolated city has begun to prosper."
"Every morning, I must preach the present Dharma in the military camp and preach the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra."
"Tomorrow morning is my rest time. When I am free, I will go and ask for advice..."
Several old soldiers were standing guard on the lookout tower, occasionally chatting and laughing.
Qiao Mu used a lie to bring vitality and hope to this isolated city that had been trapped for forty years, and the remaining soldiers and civilians in the city showed unprecedented vitality.
But while they were talking, one of the old soldiers saw dust rising in the distance, and yellow sand rolling and shaking the earth.
His face suddenly became serious, and without caring about the conversation, he went to touch the horn.
The attack of aliens is like rain from heaven, with no regular pattern, sometimes coming frequently and sometimes less frequently.
This time they had a full month-long window period, which now seemed to be just a brief calm before the rainstorm.
Chapter 193 A muddy water (3k
Zhongzhou.
In a small town on the outskirts of the imperial capital.
This town is not big, about dozens of miles away from the imperial capital. It is just one of the many small towns outside the imperial capital and has a small population.
Only the post stations, teahouses, restaurants, etc. near the main road are often visited by merchants and travelers to rest, so it is also a place where good and bad people mix.
In the teahouse, a storyteller slammed the gavel and told a popular story in the imperial capital, which won applause from the whole room.
There were also passers-by who were not interested in the storytelling, but just discussed recent anecdotes in the corner.
One of the ten strange things in the imperial capital was a tenant being hanged in the middle of the night.
It is said that a man-made disaster occurred in Caishikou some time ago. An old man named Qiao used his flesh and blood body as a barrier to protect others, but he himself froze to death in the wind and snow.
Some people also talked about the recent martial arts secrets in the imperial capital. Someone who claimed to be a martial artist swept through many high-level martial artists in the imperial capital. Even Wayne, the detective who was known for his unparalleled lightness skills, almost met with an accident.
In a corner of the teahouse, several female monks in Taoist robes were quietly listening to the storyteller telling stories, chattering from time to time, obviously quite excited.
It has been a while since they arrived at the prosperous Zhongzhou imperial capital from Nanzhou, but their excitement is still there.
Only Qiao Canxue said nothing. She closed her eyes and listened quietly, as if she was in a daze.
She was born into a martial arts family, so she didn't know much about extraordinary people, but she had heard about the secrets of the martial arts world since she was a child, and she didn't have the same excitement as her fellow sisters.
Her heart was as calm as water, yet she felt a sense of confusion.
The Martial Saint is dead.
This was something she had heard about for several months.
In the past, the Martial Saint wiped out her entire family, and Qiao Mu also died as a result. She then took the cause of revenge back on her own shoulders, no longer asking for help from others, but focusing on practicing Taoism in order to seek revenge.
But before she could take revenge, the Martial Saint died.
Although this can be considered as revenge, it has made her a little confused recently.
"Now that your great revenge has been achieved, Canxue, it's time for you to pursue your own path." This is what Master Lingling said when he was confused.
So what is her way
Her previous life came to an abrupt end when the Martial Saint wiped out her entire family. From then on, she became a nobody. As a blind girl, she lived in the impoverished and miserable place of Nanzhou, and her situation was worse than that of an ordinary refugee before she met Qiao Mu.
But Qiao Mu had already died.
But when she came to Zhongzhou, she found that the story of the Qiao family had spread widely.
Unconsciously.
The mysterious Qiao family, to which Qiao Mu belongs, is famous enough to rival the Heyang Qiao family, a powerful martial arts clan before its demise.
"I wonder if Qiao Sen, who assassinated Yancheng City Lord Guo Yan, is still alive?" She said to herself:
"Qiao Zhong, Qiao Shuanglin and others seem to be the elders of the Qiao family. Although they are dead, it seems that the life and death of eunuch Qiao Sen is still unknown."
Every death of a member of the Qiao family has weight in her heart.
After all, in the beginning, it was because of her that Qiao Mu came into contact with the city lord Guo Yan and the Wu Ji Society.
Although what happened later had nothing to do with her strictly speaking, she naturally would not just stand by and watch.
"Let's set a small goal first, to find my father-in-law." She said to herself:
"If I can protect my father-in-law or other elders of the Qiao family, it can be considered as the end of a worldly relationship."
I think it shouldn't be too difficult to find the Qiao family.
Wherever there is injustice, there will surely be traces of the Qiao family... But ever since the last member of the Qiao family died in Wan Ronghua's home, the Qiao family hasn't appeared for a long time.
Thinking of this, the confusion in her heart faded a little.
at this time.
An old man with white hair and beard walked into the teahouse, covering his mouth with his hands and coughing lightly.
When he walked in, he unconsciously glanced at Qiao Canxue in the corner, and felt a little surprised: She is a pretty girl, but unfortunately she is blind.
The latter seemed to realize something and turned to look at him with his eyes closed.
The old man turned his head subconsciously, and then the fourth aunt went upstairs, followed the guidance of her intuition, came to the door of a private room in the corner of the second floor, and pushed the door open.
"Hai Wuya? Don't you think you have a different path from the current Wuji Society? Why did you contact me?"
The person who spoke was the current leader of Wu Ji Hui, the Little Martial Saint Wu Qiankun.
He put down the teacup in his hand, looked up at Hai Wuya with a slightly complicated expression.
Hai Wuya joined the Wu Ji Association very early and could be said to be one of the first group of veterans to respond to the call of the Martial Saint. However, not long after that, he was thrown into prison and no longer concerned with worldly affairs.
Although the Martial Saint counted him as the sixtieth among the seventy-two sages, he was not actually a disciple of the Martial Saint. It could only be said that the two were in a relationship of senior and junior in the officialdom.
In terms of seniority, he is actually higher than the Little Martial Saint.
Even the young Martial Saint who is now at the helm lacks understanding of this old man who has lived in the Heavenly Prison for a long time.
"I don't have that much time." Hai Wuya looked calm:
"There is no time for hesitation."
"If you want to accomplish this, it would be best to rely on the power of the Wu Ji Association."
He slowly took out a thread-bound book from his arms, with "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" written on the cover.
"The Martial Saint ranked you 60th among the 72 Sages. I think he underestimated you."
“But you want to hand over this secret book to Wu Ji Hui for free, on the condition that you use Wu Ji Hui’s channels to spread this technique? Have you made up your mind?” Wu Qiankun said seriously.
The Little Martial Saint is the person closest to the Martial Saint in the Martial Society, and is entrusted with important tasks by the Martial Saint. As the second leader of the Martial Society, he is naturally no ordinary person.
With his vision, he could naturally see the extraordinary nature of this technique.
Hai Wuya did not explain, but a thousand thoughts flashed through his mind.
If the Martial Saint were alive, the whole world of martial arts would be silent, like a stagnant pool of water.
After the death of the Martial Saint, the martial arts world in Zhongzhou had become a mess.
Some of the famous figures recently include the mysterious Qiao family and the equally mysterious so-called martial arts practitioners.
The Qiao family had another story. Entering Taoism through martial arts had always been just a folk legend. However, it happened that after the death of the Martial Saint, a high-level martial artist who had been famous in the martial arts world for a long time appeared in the world. He seemed to have the potential to inherit the banner of the martial arts leader and save the collapsing empire.
Such high-profile actions obviously attracted a large number of warriors, and the momentum is quite strong.
But the more high-profile this "Martial Arts Alliance" was, the more suspicious Hai Wuya became.
He was not famous earlier or later, but just happened to jump out after the death of the Martial Saint, and it was an obvious attempt to win over the people.
"The martial arts world is already in a state of chaos. I can't see clearly what's going on behind the scenes. I just feel that a storm is about to come." Hai Wuya said deeply:
"Those who enter the Dao through martial arts are acting in such a high-profile manner, of course, they have some ulterior motive... If I spread the skills later, I'm afraid that all the high-level martial artists will practice the Golden Body Skill."
The "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" is a humane martial art that requires a large number of warriors to practice in order to gather the strength of all warriors and make up for the defects of this imperfect martial art.