Chapter 7 First Arrival in the Imperial Capital (Friends who like it can collect it)

The next morning, the two parted ways and agreed to meet in the southern capital of the imperial city.

Watching Lan Ling leave with a smile, Ling Bo shook his head This person seems to be sixty or seventy years old, and he still has a childlike heart, but since yesterday he heard a piece of news of interest, and said secretly: "In half a month, this princess of Qin will hold a martial arts competition to recruit relatives, and I will also go to see the excitement." ”

Hesitation Yesterday the two competed in the body method, it was night, and Ling Bo was also lost for a while, no matter what, Ling Bo unfolded his body and walked along the rugged mountain road, and after an hour he crossed two mountains, Ling Bo finally noticed that there was a three-zhang wide avenue at the foot of the mountain, and this person had already walked on the official road.

Looking into the distance, at the end of the field of vision, there is already a plain. Several small villages are scattered among them, and wisps of cooking smoke rise and dissipate in the air.

Ling Bo performed light skills, and it didn't take long for him to come to the official road, and he didn't even know how to ask a few people how to get to this imperial city, so he had no choice but to follow the pipeline.

After a while, he saw a carriage in front of him, and Ling Bo saw this and hurriedly stopped the carriage on its way.

Ling Bo looked at the old man who was about sixty years old who was driving the carriage, and asked with a calm expression: "Old man, how far is it from here to the imperial city, and how to go?"

"Imperial City? That's far away, Xiao Lao'er has been to this Lanzhou Prefecture on weekdays, the southern capital of the imperial city can be at the foot of the Son of Heaven, extremely prosperous, but unfortunately the little old man is only famous, never been there, but I heard the merchants who came and went, from this to the south, about ten days away to the southern capital of the imperial city. The old man explained.

Ling Bo thanked him, seeing that the old man was already old and had to run for a living, he took out a piece of silver and wanted to give it to him, but he was rejected by the old man.

Watching the carriage go away, Ling Bo sighed

So he went south along the official road.

Ling Bo went all the way, passing through more than a dozen county towns and three big cities, just stopping to eat, and not stopping.

On the eighth day, at dawn, I finally saw a large city wall in the distance, and a wide city gate, this city wall is more than 100 meters high, even the average innate realm master can not climb, and under the city wall there is a moat that is eight meters deep and fifty meters wide.

At dawn, the east was gradually revealed, a glimmer of dawn, there was no trace on the official road, Ling Bo slowed down, walked in the footsteps of ordinary people, and walked to the city gate in the distance without hurrying. When you get closer, you can clearly see that the city gate is engraved with three big characters "Southern Capital".

Ling Bo quietly looked at the tall and heavy city walls, the wide and calm moat, the suspended bridge hanging high, and the tightly closed city gate, and couldn't help but sigh: "This imperial city is really extraordinary, a thousand times better than Yong'an City. ”

At this time, the city gate was not opened, the drawbridge did not fall, the city could not enter for the time being, Ling Bo looked around, and found that there were already some people waiting not far away, but there was a dense forest not far away, Ling Bo walked into this dense forest about 100 meters, and sat cross-legged to breathe.

Ling Bo is exercising his exercises, this Xuantian Sutra is really magical, the more he practices to the back, the more he feels the strength of the master, this Xuantian Sutra is different from other exercises.

Other exercises talk about how to open up the eight veins of the Qi Sutra and the three hundred and sixty acupoints. His Xuantian Sutra not only has to open up the three hundred and sixty acupoints in the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, but also opens up all the dark points on his body, and there are as many as 3,600 of these dark points in his body.

If these cultivation methods were known to others, they would definitely be considered crazy, and you must know that these three hundred and sixty acupuncture points have been practiced in this way for tens of thousands of years, from generation to generation. This acupoint is not a joke, one carelessly will lose the skill, not to mention that there is a secret disease, and the heavy will go crazy, so for thousands of years, no one has wanted to do this, but it has ended in failure, but his master has done it, not to mention the factors, as long as others open the way and guide the method, it is only a matter of time before they succeed in their own efforts.

Even now, Ling Bo has only opened a thousand dark caves, and his cultivation speed is more than three times that of the same realm.

There are 360 acupuncture points to absorb spiritual energy, but he is 1,360 acupoints to absorb it, which is definitely incomparable. Also, according to the operation of this Xuantian Sutra, refining is also several times that of the same realm.

This is also the benefit of opening up those dark holes, and the spiritual sense is also several times that of the same realm, and now within five zhang of Ling Bo's surroundings, all the scenes are all delicately revealed.

Gradually, Ling Bo's face was happy, and the neck bottle of this innate triple peak had been slightly shaken.

After reaching the innate triple peak, it was so difficult to move forward.

After absorbing it for a long time, and then running the Great Zhou Tian, it is very good to go to its dross and extract its essence, and it is very good to be able to refine and practice a true qi in the aura.

After sending the last trace of true qi into the dantian, Ling Bo opened his eyes.

Outside the dense forest, the sky was already bright, and the voices of people were gradually boiling.

Ling Bo walked out of the dense forest, looked around, and saw that on the official road, people came and went, shouldering burdens, and pushing cars, so lively.

In the distance, the city gate was wide open, the drawbridge fell, and eight saber soldiers stood proudly at the head of the bridge, sixteen sharp eyes scanned back and forth over the pedestrians, and the pedestrians passing on the drawbridge looked as usual, without the slightest nervousness. Of course, those who often enter and exit the city gate do not take this kind of scene to heart, and the eight soldiers standing guard change every day, and every group of soldiers is in such a spirit in the morning, and in the afternoon, they are sunburned, and each of them is listless and sleepy, and this situation is the most normal.

Ling Bo looked down at the patched clothes on his body, and secretly wondered, "Shouldn't those soldiers stop him from entering the city?" Thinking of this, Ling Bo lightly slapped the dust on his body, fiddled with his bangs, and walked into the flow of people and walked towards the suspension bridge.

Ling Bo is not ordinary, and with this outfit, he naturally did not attract the attention of others, and when he was about to enter the city gate victoriously, a group of people in the distance surrounded by a carriage galloped over.

Seeing the carriage, the soldiers who guarded the formation drove Ling Bo and they stepped aside.

Ling Bo also looked back, only to see the two people in the lead, one of whom he had seen was Wu Hua, but at this time Ling Bo did not pay attention to him, but the one he turned sideways, Ling Bo secretly said in his heart: "Strong! I'm afraid it's already a congenital master," This middle-aged man in a white robe, about forty years old, looks handsome, you can see what kind of romantic person he was when he was young, and his amiable smile at the moment makes people look like a spring breeze.

As they approached, the soldiers defending the city knelt down and shouted, "Welcome to Her Royal Highness the Princess, and Zhuge National Teacher!"

Those ordinary people who were going to enter the city knelt down one after another, but Ling Bo had no choice but to kneel down, but he was very unwilling in his heart.

"Princess! So I saved the princess that day," the more Ling Bo thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, those guards, and her extravagance, I am afraid that only the princess can have such nobility!

Ling Bo looked up at these two luxurious carriages, his eyes were a little dim, his martial arts were good, but after all, he was just a martial artist, how could he dare to climb these royal relatives and nobles.

After the carriage entered the city, Ling Bo followed the flow of people into the imperial city.

When he entered the imperial city, he was extremely surprised, but he saw that the streets in the city were wide, and the road surface was divided into three strands by two ditches, and the middle one was the widest, about six zhang, smooth and smooth, carved railings and jade masonry, and there was no one there. There is a wide four-zhang side road on both sides, the willows on the side of the road are everywhere, the houses and streets are lined up one after another, and there are countless shops and workshops. In the streets and alleys, there are a lot of pedestrians, and young children can be seen chasing and frolicking everywhere, and laughter and laughter abound.

Seeing this Ling Bo, even the original little depression was put aside.