If we want to describe a person with sharp intuition, the word often used is "beast-like intuition".
The practice of this monster is to cultivate its bloodline instinct. Now Wuchang has obviously realized instinctively that the monster in the Golden Land is good for her.
"I heard that during the most prosperous era of the demon race, they were able to compete with immortal cultivators..." Qiao Mu looked at the little pig on his shoulder and gently scratched her chin:
"Maybe I can train this fat cat into some kind of evil king?"
Qiao Mu turned his head to look at Long Shankong and asked:
"Can you find the merchant you just mentioned?"
"He is active in the Linhe Prefecture area. Does Senior Qiao intend to personally inquire about this matter?" Long Shankong was a little nervous.
"Yes, I am a little interested in this golden country... Let's not talk about martial arts today." Qiao Mu said.
He taught martial arts and the "Humanity Sutra" to the old soldiers in this Taoyuan Villa just to fulfill the last wish of his old friend Hai Wuya.
Now that the old soldiers' training is on the right track, and he has mastered the art of telepathy, he can communicate with Hai Siyuan and others through the air. So naturally, he doesn't have to stay in the villa all day, staring at a group of white-haired old soldiers.
"Then, shall we go to Linhe Prefecture today?" Long Shankong asked.
But at this time, the demon cat Wuchang shook her head. She sniffed the stones in the bag carefully and looked towards the west.
"It seems that the group of merchants is not in Linhe Prefecture." Qiao Mu said.
"That's possible." Long Shankong said quickly:
"I heard that the group of merchants traveled back and forth between Taotie City and Linhe Prefecture City in the northwest, and they didn't stay in one place all the time."
... .
In a teahouse beside the official road, west of Taoyuan Villa.
The teahouse business was not very good. There were only four or five tables of passers-by in the lobby, sitting quietly drinking tea and chatting.
Although monsters are rampant in Southwest Province, the area is vast and sparsely populated, and most civilians gather in various cities, there are naturally villages, post stations, inns and the like outside the cities.
However, most of these travelers are strong and have sharp eyes. Most of them are martial artists with great skills and courage.
When martial artists gather together, they will naturally talk about anecdotes.
"I heard that Xishan Village in the west was destroyed overnight?"
"That's where the descendants of the former Spear Saint lived. If that's the case, then doesn't that mean the Spear Saint has no descendants?"
"Some time ago, I heard that the descendants of the Spear Saint were doing very well and were looking for a successor to the Spear Saint's 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear'. Who would have thought that... .Alas, things have changed so quickly."
“No...it’s actually the same thing.” One of the tea drinkers waved his hand.
"What do you mean? Are these two things related?" The others immediately pricked up their ears, quite curious.
"The descendants of the spear saint of Xishan Village taught the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear" one foot, and the next foot Xishan Village was massacred. Who would believe that these two events are unrelated?"
"Are you saying that the descendant of the Spear Saint invited the wolf into the house, and the martial arts heroes who came in, but slaughtered their entire village? But why is that? Didn't he give all his martial arts skills?"
"Hey, how can there be so many? Why... Do you think it's better to have more or fewer martial artists practicing the Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear?"
"Of course, the more of this kind of peerless martial arts you have, the better... What are you laughing at?"
"I'm laughing at your slow brain. You only know one thing but not the other." The tea drinker said with a smile:
"If this martial art is in the hands of others, then naturally the more people practice it, the better it will become."
"If it were in your hands or mine, would you and I want this martial art to be leaked to other people?"
"If I had this 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix', I would want to be the only one in the world who practices this martial art. Why should I pass it on to others?"
"Everyone is practicing unique martial arts, so doesn't that mean I have no advantage?"
"... This may sound crude, but it makes sense." Another tea drinker also nodded:
"If a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. If I have obtained the 'Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix', then this spear technique can only be passed on to my descendants. How can I leak it to others?"
When a few tea drinkers were chatting about this, a few sneers were heard from the side.
"Don't even think about it. With such a narrow mind, you are destined to never acquire any peerless martial arts."
At an eight-person table in the corner of the teahouse.
Qiao Mu sat there quietly, while Long Shankong sneered beside him.
If it weren't for the example of the Qiao family, Long Shankong might not have thought there was anything wrong with doing this.
In the martial arts world, heroes fight for martial arts secrets in order to possess them for themselves.
Even if it is a broken broom, it has to be your own broken broom and you won’t give it to others, let alone the secret manual of the Gun Saint
But after staying in Taoyuan Villa for a few days and witnessing the three hundred veterans practicing martial arts, Long Shankong's opinion changed a little.
"Everyone is selfish and clings to their own opinions... No wonder the martial arts world in Jiuzhou has been spinning in circles for so many years. Although there has been progress, it has been quite slow." Long Shankong shook his head.
As the grandson of the Eight-Armed Heavenly Dragon, he is naturally a mortal enemy of the Wu Ji Society, but they have also dealt with each other before.
People in the Wu Ji Society often say that since the Martial Saint broke through the gates of the famous sects, the progress of Jiuzhou martial arts in the past forty years is equivalent to that of the past hundreds of years.
Long Shankong initially thought that this was just Wu Ji’s self-boasting and a way to flatter the Martial Saint.
Now it seems that this may be true.
Martial artists have been fighting for hundreds of years, and to put it bluntly, it's all for that matter, fighting for the position of leader of the martial arts world, fighting for martial arts secrets passed down by masters, peerless magic weapons, and the like... To put it bluntly, it's all internal fighting and internal consumption.
Hundreds and thousands of years of endless conflict are nothing but a repetition of meaningless fights.
All the aristocratic families and sects treasure their own skills and hide them deep inside. They would rather see them lost than leak them out... This is the norm in the martial arts world.
In this way, even if a master like the Spear Saint created martial arts, he could at most form a martial arts family.
There has always been more confrontation and less communication among the many noble families and major sects.
Many martial artists only want to steal each other's martial arts secrets to increase the foundation of their own sects. Who can abandon their sectarianism
The Long family to which Long Shankong belongs is still very young, with only three generations, and can only be considered the prototype of a martial arts family.
Although he was not magnanimous enough to pass on his family's martial arts to others, he really looked down upon the behavior of the tea drinkers at the next table.
His eyes were as cold as lightning as he looked at the two tea drinkers coldly.
"Brother, what's there to be angry about?" The two tea drinkers at the neighboring table seemed to know that Long Shankong was not easy to mess with, so they did not get angry, but smiled apologetically:
"My brother was just chatting after drinking too much. It was all a joke. Why take it so seriously?"
"Indeed. There's no need to cause trouble." Qiao Mu was still slurping noodles and mumbling:
"Young man, peace is the most important thing. Why are you quarreling?"
Seeing Qiao Mu speak, Long Shankong naturally didn't say much.
However, the two tea drinkers nearby glanced at Qiao Mu in surprise. He looked young, probably in his thirties, but he spoke in an old-fashioned tone...
After Long Shankong calmed down, Qiao Mu lowered his voice and explained:
"What happened in Xishan Village happened only three or four days ago."
"That mountain village is usually shrouded in thick fog, and has little contact with the outside world. Although the fog is gone now, how can news spread so quickly?"
"Senior, what you mean is... someone is fanning the flames?" Long Shankong frowned.
There were three groups of people in Xishan Village that day.
All the villagers in Xishan Village have died, and all the heroes in the martial arts world have followed Qiao Mu to Taoyuan Villa to recuperate. Naturally, they don't have the time to gossip outside.
That being said, the only thing left is...
"The strange people of Yunxiao Sect are fanning the flames. Are they putting the blame on us?"
Thinking of this, Long Shankong roughly guessed Qiao Mu's intention of stopping him.
Since it was the Immortal Sect that fanned the flames of this matter, they naturally have to take the blame.
If they were to step forward here, it would be tantamount to exposing their identities, meaning that they are the survivors of the Xishan Village incident... wouldn't that be courting death
"He was blamed for being ungrateful and killing all the descendants of the Spear Master..."
Just when I was feeling depressed, several people walked into the teahouse.
The leader was a female general in a black robe and scaled armor, followed by several soldiers and a middle-aged man with a round face and a plump appearance who was covered in dust.
"It seems like they are from the Yuwang Army?" Some tea drinkers whispered:
"Are all the people from the Yuwang Army here?"
"It's only a few dozen miles away from Linhe City. It looks like the Yu King Army will soon reach Linhe City, right?"
"Although the King of Feathers has a very good reputation, he has so many soldiers under his command, and they are of varying quality. Even if he is a god of war, it is impossible for him to control all of them. I heard that after the fall of Yangmen Prefecture, a father and daughter were almost killed---"
Although the two were talking face to face, their voices were actually very low, and it was only because of Long Shankong's keen senses that he heard it just now.
But this time, the black-robed female general Yuli also obviously noticed something.
She just raised her head and glanced at the two tea drinkers in the corner of the teahouse. The latter's expression changed slightly. Not long after, they began to convulse all over, foaming at the mouth and falling on the table, causing panic among the people around them.
"If you gossip too much, you will run into a tough guy sooner or later." Long Shankong muttered:
"This poison skill is taking effect too quickly."
He casually glanced at the people behind the black-robed female general, and suddenly his heart moved.
The round-faced middle-aged man behind the black-robed female general was the traveling merchant he was looking for, Luo Cheng.
The demon cat Wuchang followed the smell from the bag of stones and led them here.
Chapter 298 Believe it or not (4k
"Senior Qiao?" Long Shankong transmitted the message in secret and informed him of the merchant Luo Cheng's situation.
He had just finished explaining when the round-faced merchant Luo Cheng caught a glimpse of Long Shankong's appearance and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"Mr. Long, save me---"
This round-faced merchant was obviously trying to divert the trouble away. He shouted for help but kept looking around, obviously thinking about how to escape in the chaos.
However, Yuli beside him had a gloomy expression:
"So there are accomplices?"
Luo Cheng, who was escorting a merchant, encountered an ambush and vaguely realized that Qiao Mu and others did not seem to be ordinary people. She did not think about it at all. A green light burst out from her fingertips and flew in front of Qiao Mu and others.
As a first-class spiritual warrior, Long Shankong's intuition is naturally very sharp.
He raised his hands to block in front of him almost at the same time as Yuli made his move, but at this moment his expression suddenly changed slightly.
The green light that shot out was not the release of a warrior's internal energy, but a splash of green liquid.
But with a hissing sound, visible white steam came out from his arms, and the skin on his arms where the green liquid covered quickly turned red and even black, and the flesh burst open. Only the palms of his hands wearing golden silk gloves were intact.
At this time, the teahouse was in chaos. Everyone was trying to avoid it and fled out of the lobby, not even caring about the two tea drinkers who had just foamed at the mouth.
"It's not a martial artist's poison skill, but some kind of highly poisonous hidden weapon?" Long Shankong endured the burning pain in his arms and flew up.
"Eight-armed Sky Dragon Fist!"
He swung his fists like the wind, and for a moment there were so many fist shadows that there seemed to be seven or eight afterimages, which submerged the black-robed female general Yuli.
But just as Long Shankong threw out this punch, he suddenly frowned, took two steps back, and looked down at his hands.
In the blink of an eye, he had fought with the black-robed female general many times. At this time, his arms had turned black and rotten, with flesh falling off and the bones almost visible in the wounds.
"How could there be such a terrifying poison skill in this world?" Long Shankong was shocked and confused.
He had encountered martial artists who practiced poison skills before.
If one practices poison skills well, the internal energy will be filled with various cold poisons, fire poisons, etc., and during a fight, the internal energy can be invaded into the opponent's body, causing poisoning.
The black-robed female general in front of him was not releasing invisible energy, but visible poison.
He even got stained with it many times during the fight, so that his hands were almost disabled.
At this moment, a voice came from behind:
"Young people are impatient and don't understand the value of harmony..."
Qiao Mu was still sitting on the bench, not getting up, but just putting down his bowl and chopsticks.
On the table in front of him, the fat cat Wuchang stared at a broken bowl in front of her with his eyes wide open.
Originally, the fat cat was imitating Qiao Mu's eating noodles, but just now he was affected by the fight between the two sides, and a hole was made in the bowl of noodles in front of the fat cat, and the table was full of soup.