After hearing Tang Zhao's request, Zhang Rong muttered: "This is difficult. Our calculation of the time of the day is essentially based on the changes in the celestial phenomena in our world, and is not a calculation out of thin air. After the opposite space descends, what is in it? It does not affect the weather changes here, so it is difficult to calculate."
Tang Zhao nodded and sighed.
Zhang Rong said: "What difficulties do you have, little friend? You might as well tell me and I will help you with some advice."
Tang Zhaodao: "I studied the document you gave me. Although it is complicated, it is essentially a method of making swords. Treat space as an 'empty' material, and then use 'wind' to collect it. Then is the most important thing Folding method. I think this is the right way, and it is stronger than the method I originally prepared. So I plan to focus on this method. The top priority now is to find a large amount of wind-quality materials."
He briefly explained the meaning of wind and sky in the field of sword making, saying: "I usually stock up on materials, but I don't have that much reserve for each item. Especially when I make swords, I only need earthen materials for the sword body, and other materials are sparse. Collected. So I still want to use a style."
In fact, he now has a wind-quality material in his hand that can be manufactured in batches, which is Longwei. It is a typical wind-quality material, but Longwei and Longyin are too overbearing. Tang Zhao is worried about causing a riot by the demons in the devil's cave, so he wants to Collect something more peaceful.
Zhang Rong pondered: "Can't we just use the wind?"
Tang Zhaodao: "Wind without properties is not very useful. You know, it is just like a mountain without slope is difficult to climb. Because that space is not pure space, there are mountains and rivers, creatures, and it is also 'empty' with impurities. It is best. You can find winds that are suitable for both parties. If you can't find them, half of them are suitable. It's best to find several winds with different properties as backup."
It's hard to find wind with characteristics. For pure natural wind, just let Jiang Shenyi flap his wings vigorously.
Zhang Rong said: "How about using internal strength? Zhang still has some internal strength."
Tang Zhao hesitated and said: "I'm sorry for the troublesome students, but I don't want to use my popularity."
Because the final folded space still needs to be stored in cans. Cans cannot store things related to living things. Internal energy is a part of a person and is difficult to hide. Of course, it can be sealed using traditional means, but Tang Zhao is used to being lazy. I am still used to packing it in jars, which is clean and hygienic.
Zhang Rong thought about it and said: "I have thought of a good place. It just so happens that I have nothing to do today, so I want to go with you."
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"Dongjun has arrived and held a grand ceremony!"
"When Dongjun comes, Hueyue will have no worries. When Dongjun comes, everyone will be safe!"
"If Dongjun doesn't come out, what will happen to the people?"
The news spread throughout the streets and alleys, and the people who were asked to stay at home were skeptical at first, but then officials came door-to-door, informing everyone to go to Dongjun Temple to gather and listen religiously. Those who go take care of the food and tea for two days, including oil and salt, and the dinner on the last night includes meat.
When the people heard that Lord Dong had come to protect them, the devout people went there actively. The rest of the ordinary people were willing to go when they heard that he was in charge of food. Those who are lazy at home have no choice but to go when they see an official coming to mobilize with a knife.
In one afternoon, most of the people in Nancheng had already gone to Dongjun Temple in batches. Several of the streets were watched by Mai Shiyu himself, and they were completely deserted.
In the end, Mai Shiyu ordered that all uninhabited empty houses should be broken open to have a look. Maybe there is a demon cult demon hiding among them.
Not to mention, sporadic fighting did occur locally. Several ferocious humanoid beasts like wolves rushed out of several houses. Before the people from the inspection department could take action, Jiang Shenyi, who was holding his breath in the air, swooped down and was struck by a bolt of lightning.
In the end, all the empty houses were searched, and a total of five or six demon cultists were found.
"I always feel that there are still big fish yet to be caught." Jiang Shenyi landed next to Mai Shiyu and frowned.
Mai Shiyu smiled and said: "Of course there are big fish. Although they haven't been fished out, they are already in the water. Let's go, it's time for the general attack."
She stretched out her hand, the pink peach petals flying in the wind, and went in another direction.
"Where does the sharp sword point? Peach blossoms chase water."
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There is a pavilion in a flower garden on the outskirts.
In the pavilion, a well-mannered young man with a peaceful expression was sitting at the stone table, sipping tea. He took a sip and sighed softly, as if he was sad for spring and autumn.
Next to him, a middle-aged man stood respectfully.
"So, your Holy Moon Sect has been defeated."
The middle-aged man shuddered and said: "No, it can't be said that we have lost. If we are still fighting, there is always a glimmer of hope."
"Life? Where is it?"
Sweat was dripping from the middle-aged man's forehead. He originally wanted to ask this young man with great supernatural powers where the vitality of the Holy Moon Sect lies, but as soon as he came up, he was defeated by an army. He hesitated and said: "The vitality lies... If we go to share the helm, we may not be able to get any benefits. If we can fight back——"
The tea cup lid in the young man's hand made a crisp sound, like laughter, and said: "Are you going to kill Feng Zhilie?"
The middle-aged man argued: "Although the guard envoy is a veteran of the District Prosecution Department, his strength is only average, his character is still low, and his ability to lead troops is also messed up..."
The young man used the lid of the tea cup to stir the tea leaves and said: "Okay, even if you can kill the guardian envoy, so what? Isn't there someone stronger in the Prosecution Department? Now Yunzhou is becoming more and more powerful. There are no fewer than ten inspectors on earth, and there are even two in each county. If there is one nearby, can your Holy Moon Sect compete?"
"The era of swordsmen is like this. Swordsmen are not only powerful, but they also come and go like the wind, and reinforcements are quick. Your evil power has completely fallen behind."
"The so-called decisive battle needs to be at the right time and the right place to have the possibility of decisive victory. For you, there is only one correct time for the decisive battle, and that is the moment when the demon comes, because only then will the inspection department be attacked from both sides. It gives you a chance to win. Once you fight before the arrival, you will have already lost, not to mention that someone has found your lair."
The young man said: "It's not your fault if we lose. In a nine-point chess game, it's a fluke to win. This place in Yunzhou is not something people like you can control."
The middle-aged man was not comforted. Instead, he looked ugly. He suddenly knelt down and said, "Sir, please give me some advice!"
The young man showed no emotion and said, "Guide? What do you want? Do you want your life? Or do you really want to win over the Moon God?"
"I..." The middle-aged man looked struggling.
"It's easy to save your life. Go southwest from here and you will immediately enter the Lingzhou realm. You certainly know the chaos in Lingzhou. Where can you hide without escaping your life? If you are really pious and want to serve the Moon God, Then be a lone warrior for once. I will give you something. When the devil's cave comes, you lie in ambush underground, and when you see the opportunity, rush up and activate it. At that time, the power of the space storm will suddenly increase, and the surrounding inspectors who are in the way will definitely die. When the time comes, the Moon God will naturally have a smooth journey out of the Demon Cave."
"Of course, the price is that you will go directly to the Paradise and return to the embrace of the Moon God. Are you willing?"
The middle-aged man's expression changed, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He seemed to agree a few times, but in the end he was still undecided.
Suddenly, a gust of fragrant wind blew by, and a delicate hand put his shoulder.
When the middle-aged man turned around, he saw a face that was as radiant as snow leaning behind him, and a pair of enchanting eyes facing his own.
The visitor smiled sweetly and said: "With such a good opportunity, why are you still hesitating? To devote yourself to the moon god in this way is honorable and decent. It is a lucky thing for three lifetimes, isn't it?"
The middle-aged man's eyes widened and he nodded unconsciously. The woman hugged him and took him down from the pavilion with gentle steps.
The young man was sitting in the pavilion, drinking tea alone. Although he was drinking tea, his brows were deeply furrowed, as if he was drinking to relieve his sorrow.
After a while, the charming woman left and came back, saying: "He took the Xuanshui Token. Do you want to keep him here?"
The young man said: "Leave him alone. This idiot is a lost dog now, and he is stupid. If we let him out, he might run into the arms of the Prosecution Bureau and ruin our treasure. Find a place for him first, and wait for the day after tomorrow. Let him go out again, at least it will still be of some use."
He sighed deeply and said: "I didn't expect that the Demon Cult has fallen to this point. Not only does it have no talents, but it also has so many idiots. It can't even be a good sword. If it continues like this, let alone three years, it will be... It will be difficult to establish a foothold in Yunzhou in thirty years. It will be of no use to our major events."
The woman smiled sweetly, but with a coldness: "It would be better if all the people of the Demon Cult died. They are not worthy of being used as swords, at best they can be used as stepping stones. Did you know that their helm was copied by Feng Zhilie last night? Yes, the big and small believers have been stewed with a spoonful of it."
The young man shook his head and said: "As expected. Although Feng Zhilie is old, he is still an old tiger. What does it mean to be a mere demon sect? This group of people can never be counted on. But Feng Zhilie can't be proud. It was easy for him to go, but it will be difficult to come back."
The woman smiled and said: "Because the oriole is behind. He never imagined that we were plotting against him on the way back. This toothless tiger cannot escape with its wings."
The young man said: "By the way. Your Highness, please go with you. He has good strength. With his help, he will be more confident in dealing with the Prosecution Bureau, and it will save him from having nothing to do."
The woman frowned and said after a while: "Okay, as you wish. Do you regret it too? He was passing by and wanted to continue going north, but you had to keep him here to watch the battle. It turns out that his blood is noble. Naturally, he is above you, but he refuses to watch quietly, and even starts to point fingers. It’s not like you listen now, and it’s not like you don’t listen..."
The young man waved his hand to signal her not to go too far. Said: "His Royal Highness has just experienced a defeat in Kunggang. It is a time of depression. I think he is heartbroken. If I don't ask him to stay and witness a great victory, I am afraid he will lose the courage to succeed. This is not good. , he is shaken as a member of the clan, how can we deal with the hearts of the people below? It will be difficult to achieve great things after going north, and it will be even more disruptive. Simply ask him to stay, witness us accomplishing this great feat, and rebuild confidence before leaving."
The woman sneered: "Even if he builds up his confidence again, won't he fail this time? He has been plotting in Kunggang for many years and has a complete plan, and he has the Shangzhu Kingdom and the Xuanjia Army to drive him, but he can still fail. This time he goes deep into the clouds Under the nose of Zhou Gaoyuanhou, how sure is he of success? I can only say that it is fortunate that he is not His Highness the Crown Prince."
How did the young man respond to her words? He waved his hand and told her to go.
After a while, the woman turned around again and said, "Sir, two scholars are coming this way."
The young man said calmly: "You are a poor student who comes to enjoy the flowers? Don't pay attention."
The woman said: "No, the older one is just an ordinary scholar, and the younger one smells of talismans and is a talisman sword master. They are here to collect the fragrance of the flower garden."
The young man said: "Go and watch them. They are just collecting the fragrance in the flowerbed, so don't pay attention to them. If they get close to the Qingming Bell, kill them."
"yes."
After saying yes, the woman did not withdraw, but disappeared on the spot.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
