"Ten years of facing the wall... Ten years is not a long time for immortal cultivators like us."
"But why am I the only one facing the wall? Doesn't Daozhen have to do the same?"
While he was thinking, a rainbow light flashed behind him, and a middle-aged monk wearing a Taoist robe, with a white face and no beard, fell backwards onto the cliff.
"Senior Sister Daoxu." The middle-aged man Dao Ni bowed his head respectfully.
"Senior Brother Daozhen suddenly returned to the sect, and also went to find Daoshun and asked him to go to the Hundred Miles Desert..."
Daoxu is forbidden to go out of the Cliff of Repentance, but he can still let outsiders visit him.
Daoxu is in the Cliff of Repentance and unable to go out, but Daoni caters to his wishes and comes to the Cliff of Repentance every day to visit him and tell Daoxu the news about Daozhen.
This naturally includes the contact between Daozhen and Daoshun.
"Died in the 'Hundred Mile Desert'? What a waste? Daozhen's vision seems to be just that."
Daoxu's eyes moved and suddenly fell on Daoni.
"What Daozhen can do, I can do as well. What Daozhen can't do, I can do too."
"Daoni, aren't you also good at Daoist soldier techniques and formations?"
"Daozhen gave him 100 spirit stones, so I'll give you 1,000 spirit stones. Do you dare to flatten the 100-mile desert?"
Dao Ni's eyes flickered.
Dao Ni was born as an ordinary martial artist, and although he only practiced martial arts at the sixth level, he was also an ordinary person who had experienced the ups and downs in the world.
Later, he turned to cultivating the way of immortality and successfully established his foundation. He was also more tactful and cautious than other arrogant disciples of the immortal sect.
So he took advantage of the fact that Daoxu had been facing the wall for ten years and unable to go out, and took the initiative to find her and report on Daozhen's affairs regularly, thus climbing up this high branch.
So he didn't want to get involved in this mess.
"Since it is Senior Sister's wish, it is no big deal for me to make a trip." Dao Ni said decisively:
"But there is something strange about Daoshun's death."
"Daoshun is only good at the method of refining Taoist soldiers, and is not proficient in other techniques. Therefore, when facing a large army of mortals, he must drive the Taoist soldiers to kill the enemy while he himself hides far away."
"Then how could he be killed by a mortal?"
"Are you scared?" Daoxu disagreed, but she also knew that this person always acted cautiously, so she said:
"Daozhen is a man of vision. Since he acts like this against a mortal, then that mortal must be extraordinary."
"In this way, I will give you another thousand spirit stones. Then you can hold the communication jade slip in your hand and keep in touch with me at any time."
"If there is any change in this matter, the sect's stewards will come to the rescue immediately."
Dao Ni felt relieved.
Both formations and Taoist soldier techniques are types of Taoist magic that consume more spirit stones.
The more spirit stones you have in your hand, the more confident you will be.
It is said that Daoshun had only a rough understanding of the method of scattering beans to create soldiers at that time, and could only command fifty bean soldiers, but it was enough to defeat the three hundred old soldiers in the isolated city in the desert.
Now that he has achieved a deeper level of attainment in the method of creating soldiers out of beans, and has two thousand spirit stones in his hand, the number of bean soldiers he can summon is probably more than ten times.
With Daoxu backing him up, he could earn at least a few hundred or even a thousand spirit stones on this trip, and the one he dealt with was still a mortal... .
"In that case, I will certainly not decline even if death is the cost." Dao Ni said seriously.
But Dao Ni found it a little funny when he thought about it.
The life and death of the soldiers and civilians in the isolated city is nothing more than a battle of wills between Daoxu and Daozhen, and survival is only a matter of one thought.
"Fortunately, I am also an immortal cultivator." This thought flashed through Dao Ni's mind.
... .
A lonely city in the desert.
morning.
Qiao Ruisen inherited Qiao Shuangsen's will and continued to teach the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" martial arts to the immortal-killing army in the military camp.
This time, the audience included not only the women and children in the city, but even Captain Hai and Lu Yanbei.
But after Qiao Mu finished his speech and the crowd dispersed, Lu Yanbei found Captain Hai.
"Captain Hai, I heard about what happened last night." Lu Yanbei had an awkward smile on his face:
"My brother is very straightforward. He didn't mean it that way."
"As you know, my brother and I have a bad background."
"My father is a hypocritical minister of the dynasty, and my mother is a female knight in the martial arts world with a reputation for chivalry... Therefore, my brother lacks trust in the court and the chivalrous men in the martial arts world."
"Mr. Lu, stop talking about your background." Captain Hai shook his head.
"You two brothers have the same background, why is he the only one with a cold nature?"
"The aliens are dominating the Nine Provinces. It is definitely not a happy place whether it is inside or outside the desert. There are also many people with tragic life stories among the 100,000 soldiers in the past. Is his tragic life story the reason for his behavior?"
"Don't wash it, and don't try to be a peacemaker. I'll just keep my distance. I don't have much time left anyway."
"Mr. Lu, I know your character well. You are you and he is him. We, the remaining soldiers, also admire you. There is no need for you to go to such lengths for that man." Captain Hai turned around and said goodbye.
Only Lu Yanbei was left standing there with a bitter smile.
In fact, he and his younger brother had not seen each other for thirty years.
But even he didn't quite understand that although Lu Yannan was not a heroic figure who saved the world, he was also a banished swordsman who dominated the world and was known as the sharpest sword in the world.
The past thirty years have been like a dream. How come we have become losers when we meet again
Chapter 201 The Truth of the Desert City (4k
In a house next to the Lonely City military camp.
A lot of people died in the isolated city during the past forty years, especially the young and middle-aged men who served in the army in the city, almost all of them died out, with only one in ten surviving.
Only half of the city's elderly, children, women and children were left, so naturally there were many empty houses.
Because Qiao Mu explained the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" every day, this idle house next to the military camp was temporarily occupied by Qiao Mu.
On this day, in the courtyard.
Qiao Mu stood alone in the yard, smiling at the little cat that kept approaching the corner.
"Little kitty, stop pretending, you just like to cuddle with your master."
"You usually hide in my body and act cool, but when I was dying, you couldn't help but come out and stick close to me?"
The demon cat Wuchang huddled in the corner with a look of fear on his face.
"Stop pretending and come into my arms."
Qiao Mu laughed sinisterly and leaped forward.
But this attempt was totally in vain.
In a split second, the demon cat Wuchang leaped high up nimbly, and his speed was not much slower than Qiaomu's.
"Hide? There's no use hiding."
Qiaomu kept flying around the yard to catch cats, but he always came up empty-handed.
This fat cat's belly is almost touching the ground, and its cheeks are round and plump, but I don't know why it is so flexible.
While Qiao Mu was playing with Wu Chang, he felt a little surprised.
At this time, Qiao Mu had more than a hundred years of experience in martial arts training, and all of his martial arts skills over the past hundred years were acquired through external training, so he had a comprehensive and solid foundation.
With his eyes, it was not difficult to see that the cat's dodging movements were quite methodical and regular, rather than simply due to speed.
"Why, you practice martial arts too?"
"Since you also practice martial arts, I'm going to get serious." Qiao Mu smiled evilly:
"The demon disintegrates in an instant!"
Qiao Mu has been practicing the Demon Disintegration Technique for many years and has reached perfection. He has almost made it an instinct that can be activated at the drop of a hat.
And this time, he only activated the Heavenly Demon Disintegration for a moment. Although it was essentially still overdrawing the body's potential and causing some loss of energy and blood, it was not a big problem and could be considered a practical exercise.
In an instant, Qiao Mu stepped on the ground with both feet, leaving a shallow pit under his feet. His figure swept past like the wind, bringing up a ribbon-like blood-colored energy in the wind.
"Got you."
Qiao Mu grabbed the cat, who was unable to dodge, in his hand with a grim smile, and stroked it wildly, while his old face slowly approached the cat, whose pupils were shrinking.
Then... ..
The cat in his hand seemed to suddenly turn into an intangible shadow, and suddenly "faded" away, leaving Qiao Mu, who had originally captured the cat, unable to exert any force, and the cat broke free.
The cat quickly climbed up the courtyard wall, stood on the high ground and looked at Qiao Mu with a look of surprise and doubt.
It wanted to run away, but it couldn't bear the smell of Qiaomu... It had been spoiled by Qiaomu for the past few months, and the whole cat had become bigger than when it first saw it in Heyang City... Especially its belly.
At this moment.
There was a knock on the door outside the house.
"Mr. Qiao, I am the storyteller of Tingchao Tower, 'Clairvoyance', and I came to visit you for something."
After Qiao Mu responded, Qianliyan pushed the door open and walked in, but he was a little reserved.
After all, he was more familiar with Qiao Shuangsen, not Qiao Ruisen, the father of Qiao Shuangsen in front of him.
"What's the matter?" Qiao Mu asked.
However, the Thousand-Li Eyes glanced at the demon cat Wuchang on the wall.
"The demon cat beside Elder Qiao is truly extraordinary." Clairvoyance exclaimed:
"I heard that there was a kind of monster in this world that feeds on death energy. They are called messengers of the underworld. Monsters like the Black and White Impermanence only appear around dying people. There are very few people with this kind of personality who are close to their relatives..."
"Are you here for this cat? It was raised by an elder in our Qiao family and is very close to all the Qiao family members." Qiao Mu lied casually.
"I see. But the reason I came here is actually to remind Mr. Qiao..."
Thousand-mile Eyes glanced at the demon cat Wuchang's belly that almost reached the ground, and said seriously:
"This demon cat feeds on death energy, but too much death energy may not be a good thing."
"Death energy is naturally of great benefit to the demon cat, and it can even transform it. But if the accumulated capital is too strong, it will only create obstacles when it reaches the threshold of transforming into a human form in the future."
"What's the point of transforming into a human form? Isn't it good to be a cat?" Qiao Mu thought to himself, I'm not a fan of Fu Rui, why does the demon cat need to transform into a human form.
Just like raising a cat or dog, you have to play with it well while it is still young, otherwise it may grow up to be ugly.
"... I was overthinking it." Clairvoyant smiled:
"Transforming into a human form is just one of the options for monsters, but it is not a necessary path."
He stood up and was about to say goodbye, but was stopped by Qiao Mu.
He thought that the storyteller from Tingchao Tower was knowledgeable and experienced, so since he was here, he might as well ask him more questions.
"When this demon cat 'Wuchang' plays with me, its dodging movements are quite methodical and follow a certain rhythm. Do you know why?" Qiao Mu asked.
The Clairvoyant was startled at first, then looked at the demon cat in surprise, pondered for a long time, and guessed:
"Mr. Qiao, I heard that... humans have their own martial arts, immortals have their own magic, and demons have their own magic."
"The human race's martial arts techniques are recorded on paper and passed down in books."
"But monsters are different. The inheritance of monsters is not through books, but through blood."
"That is the so-called bloodline inheritance."
"This is the instinctual inheritance recorded in the monster's blood. It is the message inheritance engraved in the blood by the previous generation of monster kings. Generally, it will gradually awaken as the next generation of monsters grows."
"You mean, it has a great origin? It has a very powerful demon king ancestor?" Qiao Mu asked.
"Yes, and no." Clairvoyance said:
"If we trace the origin of our bloodline, most of the existing monsters can be traced back to the ancient monster king. Not only that, every human in Jiuzhou is also a descendant of the ancient human emperor, the immortal ancestor and other great figures, but so what?"
Aliens and humans have the same origin and are originally one race, nothing more than each other.
But how can the conflicts in this world be distinguished by simple bloodline and race