Chapter 39: Despair (3)
"Master, how are you doing?"
Murong Zhi respectfully gave a disciple salute to Wang Qinian, if it weren't for her and me, others would never have seen her hypocrisy.
Of course, I believe that Wang Qinian's eye to distinguish between authenticity and falsehood, this uncle is also an old black-bellied.
"The progress is not fast, and it has resulted in forty-seven lives and six foundations--Ah, you're welcome, the teacher has never taught you anything. β
Wang Qinian walked to us in a few steps, he waved his hand to Murong Zhi, and said to me with a smile,
"You kid is really slippery, if it weren't for my apprentice's route, I would have really spent some time searching for you - it's good that you're not captured by the natives, it's good that you're not captured. β
"I also killed two Zhuji on the way! I won't be captured by the natives, and I won't cause you trouble. β
"See. But you didn't do it as thoroughly as your sister, and the qi on the corpses of the two samurai hadn't been eliminated, so I went to help you erase it. β
"People have been killed by me, the qi will dissipate sooner or later, what's the matter? And I don't have her corpse powder, I haven't done that kind of thing. β
I pouted.
Wang Qinian glanced at Murong Zhi meaningfully,
"You are from the same dock fort, and you have learned differently. β
ββI guess I'm slipping a bit......
"Our girls' families are walking in troubled times, and the means of survival naturally have to learn a few more than men. My uncle-in-law didn't pass on these things to my brother, but I did. β
Murong Zhi replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"I see. β
Wang Qinian did not go deeper on our roots, but explained to me the problem of eliminating the qi of the dead:
"Jindan is the realm of cultivators Xiaocheng, and when it comes to the Jindan period, even cultivators who don't practice spells and pure physical skills have magical powers that you can't imagine. In this chase game between Aung San Baoyan and me, he used a technique that can only be used during the Jindan period - he divided his qi into nearly 100 regiments and planted them on each of the samurai that he scattered this time, while he hid somewhere in a no-man's land to sense the changes in the brightness and extinguishing of his qi. When a warrior is killed by me, the qi of the upper body changesβthe qi of the new dead is dark, and the qi of the long-dead is extinguished, and Aung San can use this to locate me. β
-- The two warriors I killed should have been planted with Aung San's anger? Doesn't that mean that I was almost targeted by Aung San as well?
"Don't blame yourself, it's your kid's ability to kill two foundations in the middle of the internal strength, I'm very satisfied. Aung San's method of dividing the qi and cultivating the qi is completely beyond your imagination, and I am also responsible for the accident - Aung San did not realize that it was you, and soon I went to the little black house and wiped out the qi planted by the two dead men. - Even I killed about 20 samurai before I realized his tricks. If it weren't for the fact that I had taken Aung San to the surprise of the Wooden Bird, I would have fought him head-to-head more than ten times - hmph, I don't want to go head-to-head with him now. β
"And how did you deal with his tactics later?"
I asked curiously.
Wang Qinian said proudly,
"Aung San's qi planted in others is very weak, and he can't detect it. When I wondered why my actions seemed to be staring at Aung San's eyes all the time, I patted my head and remembered that there is a small technique in the world that divides qi and cultivates qi. So I started playing guerrilla with him, and I encountered the samurai who were scattered, and the first round was to wipe out the qi planted in them, and the second round was to kill the enemy. In this way, my movements are uncertain. β
"Oh, it's like when you killed someone and turned off a light, he could notice the dark spots in the room. Now if you put out all the lights in the house and kill people, Aung San will be blind, and there is nothing he can do about you. β
"Very good summary. Well summed up. β
"Hey, you already knew about this kind of supernatural power. When I was patrolling the cottage and pretending to be a cultivator, if you can track me, you must have shared your own anger and quietly planted me. After I close the little black room, do you also plant anger on me every day, so that you can keep monitoring me!"
My mind was racing, and the previous things were immediately clear, and I glanced at Wang Qinian in annoyance.
Murong Zhi stepped on my shoes gently, and whispered in his ear behind me:
"As far as you know a lot. Shut up when it's time to shut up. β
Wang Qinian smiled,
"This trick is worthless to put it bluntly, don't be angry with me, in the future, you remember to carefully check whether your qi is mixed with impurities-I have a few sentences in front of me to lie to your child, I was angry with you a few days ago, and now after treating you as my own, I won't do it again in the future - in fact, if you don't notice it to a sensitive child in the stage of long internal strength, the amount of qi I plant for you is very small: each ball of qi can only last nine, Ten hours, the sensing range is only less than fifty miles, and it is impossible to monitor you to the ends of the earth around the clock. β
He slapped Murong Zhi and me on the shoulders twice, and the two traces of qi immediately returned to his body.
There was an inexplicable anger in my chest, I don't know if it was the accumulation of pressure after going to the island, or the explosion of depression in the claustrophobic house for a month, and snatched Murong Zhi's high-grade dagger alfonsino and pointed at Wang Qinian's throat:
"Hey, Wang Qinian, I was born in Wubao, and I never take the principles of Confucianism seriously. But I thought that since you people on this island believe in the principles of Confucianism, they also follow the customs and treat your people in the way of Confucianism. I didn't expect you to be robbers in our dock fort, and use the coercion and lure of the Central Plains dog officials to robbers to coax, co-opt, and spy on us. I sue you, robbers are not like this to themselves!"
-- All my words are here. If you feel humiliated, come and kill me. You can kill me with one punch anyway.
Murong Zhi suddenly pulled me to my knees, and my fingertips deducted blood from my wrist, but I held the alfonson tightly and didn't let go, and I never bent my knees.
She took care of herself and apologized to Wang Qinian,
"My younger brother has been spoiled by his parents since he was a child, and he can't stand the slightest humiliation. I hope that the master will take pity on our lonely body, and the adults will not take my brother's rude and presumptuous words at ease. β
-- Hey, aren't you going to be the female emperor of the world? How can you beg for mercy from this Wang Qinian on an island of Jindan?!
I stared at Murong Zhi viciously,
"Get up, get up!"
No matter how I abused, Murong Zhi stubbornly knelt down.
"The road is facing the sky, follow you! I still have to kill the enemy, I don't have time to pay attention to you! You find your own way down the mountain, but don't be slaughtered by Aung San Baoyan!"
My hands were slightly numb, and before I knew it, Wang Qinian had snatched my aggressive alfonson and threw it on the ground. His face turned pale, turned his back, and strode towards the depths of the Falling Star Mountain.
The male wooden bird that had been hovering in the air just now did not leave with Wang Qinian, but flapped its wings and landed in the grass in front of us.