Under the bright fireworks, in the cheerful singing, the pretty face of the county lord of Lingyun became more and more bright and fascinating.

Yun Que always frowned, as if he saw each other for the first time, and looked at each other for a long time.

"So this kind of thing is too troublesome, I'll find half of it at most." Yun Que sighed.

"Why don't you find a friend, you have to have half of it." Mu Qingyao tilted her head slightly, curious.

"Half a friend is the most convenient to use, and you can sell it at any time without guilt." Cloud lacks a way.

"So, am I half a friend, or am I one?"

Yun Que did not answer the question of the little county lord, but sat down next to an old tree.

"I don't like friends, because you can never see through people's hearts, and you don't know when your friends will kill you."

Yun Que patted the scabbard behind him and said, "My knife is my first friend, if I have the opportunity, I will bury it with my own hands." ”

Mu Qingyao sat next to Yun Que, and she could feel the hatred flowing in Yun Que's eyes.

"The sword of a warrior is a second life, why do you hate a sword?"

"When I arrived at Qinghu Mountain, I was adopted by an old hunter who taught me how to hunt and how to make traps, and I thought I had a family again, but the next year, the old hunter died."

Yun Que looked up at the starry sky and muttered: "That day I went to make a trap alone, leaving the knife in the wooden house, and when I went back, the old hunter only had a human skin left, and the flesh and blood were empty, and my knife could not only hunt demons, but also eat people." ”

From Yun Que's story, Mu Qingyao heard a painful experience, and the intelligent Lingyun County Lord also roughly guessed the secret of the Demon Slaying Division of the previous dynasty.

"The reason why the martial artist of the Great Yan Demon Slaying Division is mysterious and powerful should be related to the weapons used." Mu Qing Yao said.

"There is a special kind of warrior in the world, refining the body with demon blood, strengthening the body with demon bones, strengthening the god with the demon soul, living and coexisting with the demon, which is not tolerated by the monks of the world, and the world talks about the color change, calling it a demon warrior or a demon blood martial artist."

Yun Que's voice became low:

"It's very difficult to create a demon warrior, you need to seal the demon's soul into the body, and then refine the monster's body into a sword as a natal weapon, and after success, you can use the demon soul to exert a powerful power comparable to the demon clan, the disadvantage is that once the natal weapon is broken, the demon warrior will also fall, I, maybe the last demon blood martial artist in the world."

Mu Qingyao listened quietly.

Although Yun Que's voice was calm, the little county lord still heard the bitterness buried in his heart.

Demon blood martial artist is just another nice name for monsters.

Demon warriors are neither human nor demon, they have broken away from the pure human race and become a kind of war machine that has been deliberately created, only for killing!

It wasn't until now that Mu Qingyao understood why Yun Que said that his life had been sold long ago.

Demon warriors have sold their lives to their own swords!

Kill with a knife!

"The manufacturing methods of demon warriors, only the supervisor of the former dynasty Si Tianjian will, you Jin Guo don't think about it anymore, I can't afford to kill the demon division alone, it's useless to give any money, if your Si Tianjian opens a division and the treatment is not bad, I can consider it." Cloud lacks a way.

Mu Qingyao's originally heavy heart almost laughed when she heard this.

The dignified priest of heaven, how can there be any presence.

However, after thinking about it, Si Tianjian is specifically responsible for the tricks and evil incidents in the Jin Kingdom, and it seems that it is also very appropriate to set up a special division to investigate the cause of death of the corpse.

"Without this knife, I am afraid that you will not survive in the battle of the demon capital, although it killed the old hunter, but it has also protected you, if you control it carefully, it will definitely be your greatest help in the future."

Mu Qingyao explained softly.

Unexpectedly, Yun Que suddenly laughed strangely.

"Hah! My sword was cut off during the Battle of the Demon Capital. ”

Mu Qingyao was surprised.

According to Yun Que, the demon warrior and the demon coexist together, and once the natal weapon is broken, the demon warrior will also die.

The knife has been broken, but why is Yun Que still alive?

Mu Qingyao's doubts are also Yun Que's doubts.

The only way to solve this puzzle is to recall the memory of January that has disappeared.

Mu Qingyao looked at the scabbard behind Yun Que again.

It's pitch black and cold, giving it a mysterious and dangerous feel.

"Yun Que, do you know the rank of a Confucian monk." Mu Qingyao said softly.

"Know a little, the ninth grade is enlightened, the eighth grade is self-cultivation, and it is not clear what is after that, there are not many books to read in a small place like Zangshi Town." Cloud lacks a way.

"Seven qualities, six virtues, five virtues, four benevolences, three sages, two Confucians, and one Saints."

Mu Qingyao completed the Confucian rank and said softly: "Actually, I have the cultivation of the seven-grade material realm, but I will have to wait for half a year to do it. ”

"Are you really cultivated? Why didn't I see you use it, I heard that the eight-grade self-cultivation realm is to temper the courage, although the combat power is not very good, it is always much stronger than mortals. Yun Que said strangely.

"I don't have a cultivation right now because my cultivation method is quite special."

Mu Qingyao confided in her heart and revealed her secret:

"I was born precocious, at the age of one began to contact Confucianism and Taoism, the supervisor personally selected a Confucian mastery for me, called the seventeenth year of cicada, this method requires seventeen years of penance to succeed, before the cultivation, the slightest mana is not born, once cultivated, you can directly reach the seven-character material realm, and it is the perfect realm."

"The seventeen-year-old cicada is actually a six-winged golden cicada, which is famous for its seventeen-year-old underground life, and when it is feathered, it can fly to a height that all cicadas cannot reach, which is also the meaning of the seventeen-year-old cicada."

"The seventeen-year cicada has encompassed all the essence of the nine grades of Confucianism and Taoism, the eight grades and the seven grades, and under the continuous cultivation of the three grades, the initial foundation will be extremely stable, and it will have unimaginable benefits for the future cultivation path."

"I have been cultivating for seventeen years, and I have been cultivating for sixteen years and eight months, and I am still four months away from consummation, and at the end of the year, it is my seventeenth birthday, and it is also the time when I have advanced to the seventh-grade physical realm."

"I don't know, I can still live to be seventeen......"

Yun Que listened with emotion and said:

"You, you have been cheated by your master! What is the seventeen-year cicada, if you cultivate normally, you will at least have the cultivation of the eight-grade self-cultivation realm, and you have a little self-preservation power, now it's good, a mortal, even if you can become a Buddha at the end of the year, what if you are stabbed a few times now, it is not necessary to drive a crane to the west, it is much easier to take an eight-grade Confucian monk to the imperial city, at least they can cooperate with each other, and go to the imperial city with a person who has not cultivated, it is simply a drag oil bottle! ”

Yun Que's complaints, Mu Qingyao thought so.

She also wanted to cultivate normally at the beginning, but unfortunately it was useless to regret it now.

Soon, Mu Qingyao was stunned for a moment.

She heard the off-string voice in Yun Que's complaining.

"You're going to take me to the Imperial City?"

"Your Yueyu is too valuable, whether you live or die, I'm afraid I'll have nightmares in the future."

"You can give me back Yueyu."

"Don't pay it back! After returning Yueyu, I'm afraid I'll die faster in the future! ”

Mu Qingyao quietly looked at the young man beside her, and a bright smile gradually appeared on her pretty face, which was a little white from the cold.

"Thank you, Yun Que."

"It's free of politeness, it's just a pure transaction, and the extra rewards of His Royal Highness the county lord don't count."

"Of course! Three thousand taels of silver, plus a place in the Heavenly Prayer Palace, I will never break my word. ”

"And there's more."

"What else?"

Mu Qingyao was puzzled for a moment, her pretty face suddenly turned red, she took a deep breath, and said, "That matter, it's okay!" ”

"One day is not enough." Yun Que said with righteous words: "Touch it twice." ”

Mu Qingyao blinked, puzzled: "Why do you have to do it more?" ”

Yun Que glanced at the other party's heart and said, "Because you have two." ”

Mu Qingyao subconsciously protected her chest with her hands, pursed her lips tightly, glared at Yun Que for a long time and said:

"Deal!"

In an inn on Baiyucheng West Street, Yun Que only needs one room.

Not to take advantage, but to discuss life and death matters with Mu Qingyao.

From now on, Yun Que has to plan a route to the Imperial City.

After asking the shopkeeper for a map of the Jin Kingdom, Yun Que felt a little headache.

The route from Baiyu City to the Imperial City was pitifully few, only two or three.

If you don't take the main road, you will not be in the forest area inhabited by monsters, or the river with fast water, or the difficult cliffs and abysses and desert dead places with no inhabited people.

These dangerous roads, Yun Que can walk, Mu Qingyao can't go!

A delicate girl, a careless girl may die in these dangerous places.

At that time, there is no need for the Red Lotus Sect, and the natural danger is enough to destroy the Lingyun County Lord who has no cultivation.

It's hard to do.

There must be demons of the Red Lotus Sect lurking on the few routes that can be taken, and even if the officers and soldiers on the road are gathered to escort them, there is not much safety at all.

The Red Lotus Sect, which can send two seventh-rank masters at a time, is definitely not an existence that ordinary officers and soldiers can resist.

Unless it's a forbidden army in the imperial city, or a border army that has been through a hundred battles.

Thinking of the border army, Yun Que's eyes suddenly lit up.

"That's right! Isn't your father, King Funan, in charge of the border army? ”

When it comes to the king of Funan, even people like Yunque who live in a small town in a remote place are also like thunder.

The Jin State replaced the Yan State, and there were almost no wars, and with the last emperor of the Yan State dying in the Northern Demon Capital, the Yan State ran out of national fortunes, and was already in a slump, and was easily replaced by the Jin State.

The rise of the Jin State not only replaced the Yan State, but also inherited the situation that the Yan State was not stable.

The northern part of the Jin Kingdom is an ice field, and there is a behemoth like the demon capital, which is the biggest threat.

To the south are endless grasslands, inhabited by bloodthirsty barbarians who sometimes raid the borders.

The west is a hundred thousand mountains, poisonous insects are everywhere, witches are prevalent, and people should not approach.

In the east, Shao Wuguo, who was strong and strong, was always eyeing the Jin State.

Wang Sichen of Funan is a bright star who rose at the beginning of the Jin Kingdom.

When the Yan Kingdom fell, the grassland barbarians became unscrupulous, and once caused the cruelty of killing thirteen villages on the border in one day and one night.

At that time, the people in the southern border area were panicked, and the people were afraid that the barbarian butcher's knife would be approaching.

The king of Funan was ordered to lead an army of 100,000 troops to be stationed in the Black Iron City on the southern border.

The king of Funan was not crowned king at that time, but only the position of the general of the border pass, after arriving at the border pass, he did not stick to the rules and choose to defend, but led the army to attack and kill into the grassland, within a month, wiped out more than 20 barbarian camps, killed 50,000 enemies, and became famous in this battle!

Since then, the king of Funan has fed war with war, and has raided the grassland barbarians from time to time, plundering a large number of cattle, sheep and slaves.

The Black Iron City gradually became prosperous.

The king of Funan even issued a military order to gather the border army with a lot of money, and the young people in the vicinity enthusiastically joined the army.

In less than three years, the 100,000 border army has rapidly expanded to 300,000!

Southern Xinjiang has thus stabilized.

The emperor was overjoyed, canonized Si Chen as the king of Funan, named Mu Qingyao as the lord of Lingyun, and gave Mu Qingyao the Yin and Yang Order, which shows how much the emperor values the Mu family.

After many years, the southern frontier army has now reached a terrifying 800,000!

Si Chen, the king of Funan, who sits in the Black Iron City, is privately called the king of Zhennan!

800,000 border troops, not to mention the Red Lotus Sect, even if Si Chen gave an order, there would be no problem in hitting Tianqi City.

Yun Que's proposal was indeed good, but Mu Qingyao only smiled bitterly and pointed to the Black Iron City on the map with her little finger.

Then Yun Que's happy thoughts vanished.

Zhiyuan County is located in the northwest of the Jin Kingdom, while the Black Iron City is in the southernmost part.

In other words, if Mu Qingyao wants to see her father, she has to cross the entire Jin Kingdom, and the distance she has to walk is more than ten times farther than going to the imperial city.

There was only strong reinforcement, but it was not needed, and there was only one word left in Yun Que's mind.

Far water doesn't quench your thirst.

When Yun Que and Mu Qingyao were studying the route in the inn, a red swallow flew in a spacious mansion in the city.

The red swallow landed on the high wall, her little eyes blinking, and she flew towards a lighted study.