The pure Yang Qi circulated in the body for a long time. Song Xuan opened his eyes. This time, the speed of spiritual condensation was much faster than before.
Obviously, killing people to refine gods is really effective.
In the past, there were few killings and the effect was not obvious. Today, thousands of people were killed at once, and the effect is gradually revealed.
If we really kill millions of people in Qingzhou, it is really possible to gather the Flower of God in one fell swoop!
Taking a deep breath, Song Xuan closed his eyes again and practiced.
Although the Great Zhou Dynasty was in decline, the states were usually quite honest on the outside and could not find any opportunities to kill at will.
Now that Qingzhou has rebelled and established itself as a country, it gives him a rare opportunity to go on a killing spree. If he cannot gather the Flower of God during this trip to Qingzhou, it will be a waste of opportunity.
When the sky turned dark, the rain outside showed no sign of letting up. Instead, it became heavier and heavier.
At this moment, there was a burst of rapid and chaotic footsteps outside the Taoist temple, and soon, a dozen people pushed the door open and walked in, all wet.
"It's been raining damn all day, and it looks like it's going to rain all night!"
"Stop complaining, isn't there a Taoist temple where you can take shelter from the rain?"
"That's right. It's not bad to find such a Taoist temple in this barren mountain."
This group of people, including men and women, kept saying this after hurriedly entering the door. Perhaps it was because the sky was getting dark, and because Song Xuan's breath was as restrained as a sculpture when practicing, no one noticed him sitting cross-legged on the futon for a while. Song Xuan.
"Hey, why is there a statue on the ground?"
A girl with a delicate face and fair skin, who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old, walked a few steps into the Taoist temple. She saw the outline of Song Xuan in the dark shadow, and reached out her hand in confusion to touch it.
However, before her palm could get closer, Song Xuan's eyes, which had been practicing with his eyes closed, suddenly opened.
Suddenly, in the night, there seemed to be thunder, and the girl seemed to see a flash of red fire in the darkness.
The fire flashed away, but even so, the girl finally saw clearly the so-called statue sitting not far in front of her.
"Ah! There's a ghost!"
The girl exclaimed, her face turned pale with fright, and she hurriedly hid behind a young man in his twenties.
This young man was quite tall and had a slightly dark complexion. He was slightly surprised when he heard his sister's exclamation.
But he was not too nervous. Instead, he waved to the attendants beside him. Soon, two of the attendants took out fire sticks and lit an oil lamp.
As the fire light rose, everyone finally saw clearly Song Xuan sitting cross-legged on Futon Mountain.
At this moment, the other party was quietly looking at their group of uninvited guests.
"It turns out it's not a ghost, it's a person!"
The girl breathed a sigh of relief and stuck her head out to look at Song Xuan with a curious face. She was even more surprised when she saw his long hair tied up casually.
"You didn't shave your head?"
When the young master heard this, he quickly covered the girl's mouth and saluted Song Xuan with a kind look on his face.
"My little sister is rude, I hope you can forgive me! I'm going to catch a heavy rain on the way, so I'll take shelter here for the time being. I'm sorry for bothering you!"
There are no powerful masters in this group of people. Song Xuan nodded slightly indifferently, "You can do whatever you want!"
"Thank you!"
After thanking the young master, he led everyone to sit down on one side of the Taoist temple, and each took out dry food and started eating.
"Brother, that man really didn't shave his head!"
The girl sitting next to the young master was drinking water, looking at her brother and at Song Xuan not far away.
"What are you looking at?" Young Master felt a little uncomfortable when she looked at him and asked in a low voice.
"It's nothing, I just think that the pig tail on your back is really ugly compared to other people's long hair!"
The young master glared at the girl, "Do you think I think I can't even leave the house without shaving my head? If someone discovers me, I will be hunted endlessly!"
"Then how can he?" The girl pursed her lips at Song Xuan.
The young master hesitated for a moment, "This place is in the deserted mountains and ridges, and there are usually no people there. If the Taoist Priest stays here and doesn't go out, he should be able to do it without shaving his head."
The girl murmured: "But he doesn't look like a Taoist priest."
"Shut up, you!"
The young master shook his head, I shaved my head, I am guilty, okay!
"Sir, miss, don't talk nonsense!"
Behind the young master, the man who looked like the leader of the bodyguard lowered his voice, "This man looks very unusual. Don't provoke enemies when you go out."
"I know!"
The young master looked at Song Xuan and hesitated again and again.
His name is Mu Jiansheng, and he was born in Prince Mu's Palace. His ancestor is a king with a different surname canonized by the Great Zhou Dynasty. He is located on the border of Qingzhou and Yunnan. He is also a powerful force that cannot be ignored in Qingzhou.
But unfortunately, since Qingzhou Muhuang Taiji cut the dragon vein and established the country last year, the entire Qingzhou territory has changed.
As a king with a different surname in the Great Zhou Dynasty, Prince Mu's Mansion also became a thorn in the side of the Qing soldiers. After the Qing army invaded Yunnan, Prince Mu's Mansion suffered heavy casualties. They only broke out with the desperate rescue of the palace guards.
After escaping from Yunnan, everyone hid all the way, and some even suggested joining the Tiandihui to continue fighting against the Qing army.
But Mu Jiansheng wanted to rebuild the majesty of Prince Mu's Mansion. Even if he wanted to join the Tiandihui, he had to recruit more experts. Otherwise, he would have no status at all if he joined the Tiandihui.
The long black hair of Song Xuan in front of him was really eye-catching.
In this world where the Qing army is raging and slaughtering people everywhere, this person still dares to grow his hair. This in itself is a testament to his strength.
After all, if you dare not shave your head without any real ability, your head will have been chopped off by the Qing army.
You know, even the masters of the Tiandihui basically shave their heads and grow pigtail-like braids.
If they can recruit him into the forces of Prince Mu's Mansion, they can also fight for the right to speak in the Tiandihui in the future.
"This brother..."
Mu Jiansheng clasped his fists and wanted to open his mouth to talk to Song Xuan, but before he could finish his words, Song Xuan looked outside the Taoist temple.
"The tail is following behind you!"
"What?"
Mu Jiansheng and the others stood up quickly and looked outside in confusion, but they saw that it was raining and pitch black outside, and they couldn't see anything at all.
But the next moment,
Whoosh! ! !
Hundreds of crossbows shot out from the rain curtain, and the arrows broke through the rain with a cold murderous intent, and instantly enveloped the Taoist temple.
"No! Get down quickly!"
Mu Jiansheng subconsciously pulled the sister next to him to the ground, cut off an incoming arrow with a sword, and looked at Song Xuan out of the corner of his eye.
Song Xuan's position was opposite the gate of the Taoist temple. Almost half of the arrows that came from the attack were directed towards him, and the dense rain of arrows enveloped his entire body.
"be careful!"
Being pinned to the ground by her brother, the girl subconsciously turned her head and looked around. She exclaimed with a look of worry on her face.
