Under the bright fireworks and cheerful singing, Princess Lingyun's pretty face looked even brighter and more fascinating.
Yun Que kept frowning and looked at him for a long time as if he was seeing him for the first time.
"So friends are too troublesome. I can only find half of them." Yun Que sighed.
"Why don't you find a friend? You have to have half." Mu Qingyao tilted her head slightly and asked curiously.
"Half friends are the most convenient to use. You can betray them at any time without feeling guilty." Yun Que said.
"So, am I half a friend or one."
Yun Que did not answer the little princess's question, but sat down next to an old tree.
"I don't like friends, because you can never see through people's hearts. 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 chance, 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.
"A warrior's sword is a second life. Why do you hate a sword?"
"When I arrived at Qinghu Mountain, I was adopted by an old hunter. He taught me how to hunt and make traps. At that time, I thought I had a family again. But the next year, the old hunter died."
Yun Que looked up at the starry sky and murmured: "That day I went to make a trap alone and left the knife in the wooden house. When I went back, the old hunter only had a piece of human skin left, all flesh and blood was gone. My knife can not only hunt monsters , and can eat people.”
From Yun Que's story, Mu Qingyao heard about a painful experience, and the clever Princess Lingyun also roughly guessed the secret of the former Demon Slayer Division.
"The reason why the warriors of Dayan Demon Slayer Division are mysterious and powerful must be related to the weapons they use." Mu Qingyao said.
"There is a special kind of warrior in the world who refines his body with demon blood, strengthens his body with demon bones, and strengthens his spirit with demon soul. He coexists with demons. He is not tolerated by the monks in the world. People talk about it with disgrace, calling them demon warriors or demon blood warriors. ."
Yun Que's voice became deeper:
"It is difficult to create a demon warrior. You need to seal the soul of the demon into the body, and then refine the demon body into a sword as your natal weapon. After success, you can use the demon soul to exert a powerful force comparable to the demon clan. The disadvantage is that once the natal weapon is broken, the demon will Warriors will also perish, and I may be the last demon-blood warrior in the world."
Mu Qingyao listened quietly.
Although Yun Que's voice was calm, the little princess could still hear the bitterness buried deep in her heart.
Demon blood warrior is just another nice name for monster.
The demon warrior is neither human nor demon. He has separated from the pure human race and has become a deliberately built war machine that only exists for killing!
Only now did Mu Qingyao understand why Yun Que said that his life had been sold long ago.
The demon warriors all sold their lives to their swords!
The sword cuts and kills!
"Only Jian Zheng, the former Si Tianjian, knows how to create demon warriors. You, Jin State, don't have any more delusional ideas. I can't support the Demon Slayer Division by myself. No matter how much money I give, it will be useless. If you, Si Tianjian, If the salary is good, I might consider setting up a customs company," Yun Que said.
Mu Qingyao, who was originally feeling heavy, almost laughed when she heard this.
There is no such thing as a dignified Si Tianjian, how can there be any coward?
But then I thought about it, it seemed appropriate that Si Tianjian was responsible for the spooky crimes and evil spirits in the Jin Kingdom, and that he would set up a special department to investigate the cause of death of corpses.
"Without this sword, you probably wouldn't have survived the Battle of Demon City. Although it killed the old hunter, it also protected you. If you use it carefully, it will definitely be your greatest help in the future."
Mu Qingyao explained softly.
Unexpectedly, Yun Que suddenly laughed strangely.
"Ha! My sword was cut off long ago during the battle in Demon City."
Mu Qingyao was greatly surprised.
According to what Yun Que said, demon warriors and demons coexist. Once the natal weapon breaks, the demon warrior will also die in battle.
The knife has been broken, but why is Yun Que still alive?
Mu Qingyao's doubts were also Yun Que's doubts.
If you want to solve this mystery, you can only get the answer by recalling the memory of January that disappeared.
Mu Qingyao looked at the scabbard behind Yun Que again.
It's dark and cold, giving people a mysterious and dangerous feeling.
"Yun Que, do you know the rank of Confucian monks?" Mu Qingyao said softly.
"You know, the ninth level opens the mind and the eighth level cultivates the body. I don't know what happens after that. There are not many books to read in a small place like Zangshi Town." Yun Que said.
"The seventh rank is to examine things, the sixth rank is to establish one's destiny, the fifth rank is a gentleman, the fourth rank is a benevolent person, the third rank is a wise man, the second rank is a great scholar, and the first rank is a sub-sage."
Mu Qingyao completed the Confucian grade and said softly: "Actually, I have the cultivation level of the seventh grade material realm, but I have to wait for half a year."
"Are you really good at cultivation? Why haven't I seen you use it? I heard that the eighth-level cultivation level is used to hone literary courage. Although the combat power is not good, it is still much stronger than ordinary people." Yun Que said strangely.
"I don't have any cultivation right now because the method I cultivate is rather special."
Mu Qingyao confided in her heart and revealed her secret:
"I was born with precocious wisdom, and I began to learn Confucianism and Taoism at the age of one. Master Jianzheng personally selected a Confucian secret for me, called the Seventeen-Year Cicada. This method requires seventeen years of hard work before it can be successfully completed. Before, there was no magic power, but once it is completed, you can directly reach the seventh-grade material realm, and it is a perfect realm."
"The seventeen-year-old cicada is actually a six-winged golden cicada. It is famous for living underground for up to seventeen years. When it emerges, it can fly to heights that all cicadas cannot reach. This is also the seventeen-year-old cicada. The meaning of Cicada’s technique.”
"The Seventeen-Year Cicada contains all the essences of the ninth, eighth and seventh grades of Confucianism and Taoism. With the continuous cultivation of the third grade, the initial foundation will be extremely stable, which will have unimaginable benefits for the future cultivation path."
"I have practiced Cicada for sixteen years and eight months, and I am still four months away from reaching perfection. At the end of the year, it will be my seventeenth birthday, and it will also be the time when I advance to the Seventh Character Realm."
"I don't know if I can live to be seventeen..."
Yun Que was filled with emotion when he heard this, and said:
"You, you have been deceived by your master! What kind of seventeen-year cicada cultivation? If you practice normally, you will at least have the cultivation level of the eighth level of self-cultivation, and you have some ability to protect yourself. It's better now. As a mortal, even if you are at the end of the year It doesn't matter if you can become a Buddha immediately. Now you have to travel west after being stabbed a few times. It is much easier to take an eighth-grade Confucian monk to the imperial city. At least you can cooperate with each other and take care of each other. You can take an uncultivated monk to the imperial city. , It’s just a drag!”
Mu Qingyao took Yun Que's complaint seriously.
She also wanted to be in a normal cultivation state, but unfortunately it was useless to regret it now.
Soon Mu Qingyao was stunned for a moment.
She heard the underlying meaning in Yun Que's complaint.
"You want to send me to the imperial city?"
"Your moon jade is too valuable. If you live or die, I'm afraid I'll have nightmares in the future."
"You can return the moon jade to me."
"No! If I return the Yueyu, I'm afraid I'll die faster in the future!"
Mu Qingyao looked at the young man beside her quietly, a bright smile gradually appeared on her pretty face, which was a little pale from the cold.
"Thank you, Yun Que."
"No need to be polite, it's just a pure business. Do the extra rewards from Your Highness the Princess also count?"
"Of course! Three thousand taels of silver, plus a place in Tianqi Academy, I will never break my promise."
"anything else."
"what else?"
Mu Qingyao was confused for a moment, her pretty face suddenly turned red, she took a deep breath and said, "That matter doesn't count!"
"One touch is not enough." Yun Que bargained righteously: "Touch twice."
Mu Qingyao blinked and asked puzzledly: "Why do you have to do it more?"
Yun Que glanced at the other person's heart and said, "Because you have two."
Mu Qingyao subconsciously protected her chest with her hands, pursed her lips tightly, stared at Yun Que for a long time and said:
"make a deal!"
Yun Que only wanted a room in an inn on Baiyu City West Street.
Not to take advantage, but to discuss life and death matters with Mu Qingyao.
From now on, Yun Que will 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 routes from Baiyu City to the Imperial City were surprisingly few and far between, with only two or three routes.
If you don't take the main road, you'll either find forest areas where monsters inhabit, or fast-flowing rivers, or difficult-to-travel cliffs, abyss, and deserted desert deadlands.
Yun Que can walk these dangerous roads, but Mu Qingyao cannot!
A delicate girl may die in these dangerous places if she is not careful.
When the time comes, there will be no need for the Red Lotus Sect, and the natural danger will be enough to kill Princess Lingyun who has no cultivation.
It's difficult now.
There must be monsters from the Red Lotus Sect lurking in those few routes that can be taken. 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 out two seventh-grade masters at once, is definitely not something ordinary officers and soldiers can resist.
Unless it is the imperial army in the imperial city or the frontier army who have experienced hundreds of 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 King Funan, even people like Yunque who live in a small town in a remote place are very familiar with it.
The Jin State replaced the Yan State, and there were almost no wars. As the last emperor of the Yan State died in the demon capital of the Northern Territory in battle, the Yan State had exhausted its national fortunes and was already in ruins. It was easily replaced by the Jin State.
The rise of the Jin State not only replaced the Yan State, but also inherited the uneasy situation of the Yan State.
The northern part of the Jin Kingdom is an ice field, and there is a huge monster called Demon City, which is the biggest threat.
The south is an endless grassland, where bloodthirsty and warlike barbarians live, and sometimes plunder the borders.
To the west are hundreds of thousands of mountains. Poisonous insects are everywhere and witchcraft is prevalent. No strangers should come near.
To the east is the Shaowu State, which has a strong army and horses, and has always been eyeing the Jin State.
Sichen, the king of Funan, was a bright general who rose to prominence in the early days of the Jin Dynasty.
When the Yan Kingdom fell, the barbarians on the grassland became unscrupulous. They once committed a cruel and evil act of killing all thirteen villages on the border in one day and one night.
At that time, the people in the southern border areas were panic-stricken, and the people were on tenterhooks, not knowing when the barbarian butcher's knife would come.
The King of Funan was ordered to lead an army of 100,000 troops stationed in the Black Iron City at the southern border.
King Funan was not crowned king at that time, but only held the position of border general. After arriving at the border, he did not stick to the rules and choose defense. Instead, he led his army to attack the grassland. Within one month, he killed more than 20 barbarian camps. Kill 50,000 enemies and become famous in one battle!
From then on, King Funan kept fighting with war, reciprocating tooth with tooth. From time to time, he raided the grassland barbarians and plundered large numbers of cattle, sheep and slaves.
Black Iron City gradually became prosperous.
The king of Funan even issued a military order and summoned the border troops with a large reward. The young and strong people among the nearby people enthusiastically joined the army.
In less than three years, the 100,000 frontier troops rapidly expanded to 300,000!
Southern Xinjiang thus stabilized.
The emperor was overjoyed and consecrated Si Chen as King of Funan and Mu Qingyao as Princess Lingyun. He even gave Mu Qingyao the Yin and Yang Order, which shows how much the emperor valued the Mu family.
After many years, the southern border army has now reached a terrifying number of 800,000!
Sichen, the king of Funan who is in charge of Black Iron City, is privately known as the King of Zhennan!
There are 800,000 border troops, let alone the Red Lotus Sect. Even if Si Chen gives the order, there will be no problem in attacking Tianqi City.
Yun Que's suggestion was indeed good, but Mu Qingyao could only smile bitterly and pointed to the Black Iron City on the map with her little finger.
Then Yun Que's happy thoughts disappeared.
Zhiyuan County is located in the northwest of Jin State, while Heitiecheng is at the southernmost point.
In other words, if Mu Qingyao wanted to see her father, she would have to travel across the entire Jin Kingdom, and the distance traveled would be more than ten times farther than going to the imperial city.
He only had strong support but couldn't use it. There was only one word left in Yun Que's mind.
Distant water cannot quench the near thirst.
When Yun Que and Mu Qingyao were studying the route in the inn, a red swallow flew over from a luxurious house in the city.
The red swallow landed on the high wall, blinked its little eyes, and flew towards a lit study.
