The armored pagoda can go as far as fifty miles away from the Dafeng border. If it crosses this unwritten rule line, the escort will change its "flavor".
There was still half a day's drive, and he would have to walk the rest of the way. Gui Liu sat alone in the spacious carriage, holding a Dafeng landscape annotation map in his hand, lowering his head slowly, lost in thought.
Nowadays, Dafeng is divided into two halves. In the south is the rebel army with the power of tigers and wolves, and in the north is the surviving royal family of Dafeng. By coincidence, Qingfen Mountain is located at the junction of the north and south of Dafeng. And because of its unique geographical location, it has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times. According to the information currently available, the two sides started a tug-of-war on the plains under Qingfen Mountain early on, with a total of more than 300,000 troops deployed. The battle was tragic, and the originally beautiful plains of flowers and grass turned into a hell on earth, and the raging fires spread endlessly. Absolutely, every inch of soil was soaked in blood and turned into a quagmire.
The vague back of a woman appeared in Guiliu's mind, and his heart suddenly stung.
At this time, the car curtain opened.
"Didn't I say I would be alone for a while?"
Gei Liu folded the map and put it away, smiling.
"I don't like staying with her." Gui Qing spoke concisely and sat down next to him.
Guiliu leaned back, rolled up his sleeves, looked out the window at the vast desert, and said softly: "After I ran away from home, I was first rescued by Hu Meizi, and then I met a man with a big beard when I escorted him to Greenbelt City. I didn’t think much about it at the time, thinking that Hu Meizi was just a good-looking brothel girl, and that the bearded swordsman was just a martial arts person. Who would have thought that the people I met one after another were actually a brother and sister, One is the former crown prince of Dafeng, who is now the emperor, and the other is the princess of Dafeng. Looking back now, I still find it incredible that the old emperor of Dafeng has been looking for a child all his life, but I met them all so easily. Yes? Remember what the National Master said a long time ago, there is a way to ask for something, and there is a destiny to get it. If you ask for it in me, you will get it from outside. Guiqing, do you think it makes sense?"
The younger sister looked at her older brother, but did not answer his question. The corners of her mouth raised slightly and she said, "You didn't cry less back then, right?"
"Crying?" Guiliu looked at the desert from afar and said with an implicit smile: "My mother told me that someone was lying on the table after drinking too much, chanting my name with tears in his eyes."
This time, her face was calm and she didn't refute for the first time.
It was noon, and the desert heat wave was rolling in. Gui Qing took off her outer robe. Maybe it was because of the sultry heat, so she felt a little tired and yawned lightly.
"If you feel sleepy, take a nap. Once the half-day drive is over, you will have to walk the rest of the way. Sleeping in the open air will be very painful."
Gui Liu closed the light-blocking curtains, and the interior of the carriage suddenly became dark.
He closed his eyes and was about to take a nap, but he didn't see Gui Qing quietly biting his finger and doing something.
Just when Gui Liu was snoring slightly, Gui Qing rudely pulled him awake.
Facing that confused look, she calmly said: "Take off your clothes."
"Um?"
Guiliu rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was hallucinating before he woke up.
But then he heard it again, "Take off your clothes."
Seeing that the man in front of her was as still as a giant Buddha, Gui Qing immediately reached out her hand and pinched the man's ears fiercely, her long nails deeply embedded in it.
The man immediately woke up from the pain.
Guiqing didn't give up and said in a commanding tone: "Take off your clothes."
Guiliu grimaced in pain and said quickly: "It hurts, it hurts, let go first!"
Guiqing let go and repeated again: "Take off your clothes."
Guiliu was a little confused and didn't know what his sister was going to do, so he tentatively took off his robe and quietly observed her changes.
Gui Qing suddenly narrowed her eyes, filled with murderous intent.
"Take off all of them?" Guiliu asked cautiously.
When she didn't answer, he had no choice but to take off all his clothes and throw them aside.
Seeing his embarrassment, Guiqing smiled and joked: "Why are you shy? There are so many maids in the East Palace waiting for you to bathe and change clothes day and night. Is it possible that you are acting like this?"
When Guiliu heard this, he was no longer shy and said angrily: "They are servants and maids, and you are my biological sister. Can this be the same?"
Guiqing raised her chin slightly and ordered like a queen: "Turn around."
Although he was puzzled, Gui Liu could only do as he was told.
Suddenly, he felt a cold feeling on his back, which seemed to be smearing, and there was also a vague tingling sensation.
"What is this for?"
When he didn't get an answer, he could only wait quietly.
After about a stick of incense, a voice from behind said: "That's it."
Gui Liu turned around and saw Gui Qing looking tired and sweating slightly.
Gui Qing took a few breaths to regain her composure, and said softly: "I just carved a talisman on your back. It will appear after a few hours. If it is light and almost invisible, then your qualifications are too poor to cultivate your mind and Qi. The more obvious the traces, the more obvious the traces will be. It means the better the qualifications.”
Guiliu was stunned, "You want me to become a monk?"
"What's wrong? Your previous body had poor bones and you couldn't practice, so you were forced to follow the path of martial arts. If your physical qualifications are acceptable, you can become a monk. I don't know how to practice martial arts or Qi. But I can help you along the way."
Gui Qing wiped the sweat from her forehead with an embroidered handkerchief and said softly: "Don't ask for help. You should understand this sentence better than anyone else."
He stared blankly at his sister, at the exhausted woman in front of him. His lips moved slightly, silently, and thousands of words were gathered in his heart. In the end, he only condensed into a soft voice: "Okay."
Gui Qing seemed to have consumed a lot, and her tone was always gentle, "I'm going to rest first."
She put on her robe, lifted the curtain and came out.
There happened to be a strong wind blowing through, which brought in some fine grains of yellow sand and stopped at the man's feet.
He bent down and pulled out a sword box.
After opening it, touch it gently, and the three-foot green edge will be as cold as water.
The famous sword "Xitian" ranks fourth in the Xian Family Sword Book. It was originally the sword of the Bai Huizong's successive heads. It was later refined into its natal sword by the most talented female swordsman Huang Ru.
Since it is a natal creature, it is also a true adaptation, so Huang Ru can exert the true killing power of "Xitian". This is also the reason why she can firmly rank among the top ten in the world among the younger generation.
All monks need to find the natal object that best suits their own path. The natal object is destined by fate and does not depend on man-made things. Geiliu had seen many anecdotes from the immortal family, saying that there was a man whose natal object was a grass, and a woman whose natal object was soil. So the two became Taoist couples, practiced together in seclusion, and finally broke through and came out together. He joined the ranks of great monks, but he did not establish a sect. Instead, he was willing to be an idle wild cultivator and travel around the world.
Generally speaking, the higher the rank of the natal items that fit one's own path, the wider and wider the path of cultivation will be. Just like grass or trees, no one will look down upon them if they are of low quality. On the other hand, if a person's natal possession is a sword, he will be highly respected as a "sword cultivator".
Swordsmen are notorious for their killing power and are stereotyped as arrogant and domineering, so the female swordsman Huang Rucai left a particularly deep impression on Giliu.
The man clenched his hands into fists and placed them on his knees. He felt a little nervous. If he could really become a monk, what would his destiny be?
My mother's natal creature is Taoist Gang Qi, which is extremely rare.
My sister's natal object is that evil spirit for some reason. It is the most overbearing and difficult to control the natal object in the world. It is very easy to devour the owner, so that people who practice evil energy were once regarded as cults and heretics in the world.
What will be my own destiny?
Could it be a flower or a tree?
If this is the case, is it still necessary to practice?
And is it worthy of Qi Guiqing’s hard work?
If this is really the case and it's embarrassing, then it's better not to know.
After thinking for a while, Gui Liu walked out of the carriage in silence.
Soon after, the Lotus Crown Taoist who was taking a breather outside the carriage was surprised to find that Yao Tiao was teaching our Crown Prince to box. No, it must be that our Crown Prince was humbly seeking advice from the boxing immortal in white.
Even a person who is not familiar with martial arts can roughly understand the most basic boxing styles, which means that Gei Liu is learning from scratch and wants to re-enter the martial arts.
The Lotus Crown Taoist who was watching the excitement was suddenly surprised for some reason and hurriedly rushed towards the two people teaching boxing.
Of course, he put Yao Tiao aside and said, "I'm rude," and took Guiliu's pulse.
"No beating..."
Suddenly enlightened, Taoist Lotus Crown took a step back and said with a smile: "Your Highness has the aura of Buddha, wouldn't it be a waste to learn martial arts?"
Yao Tiao frowned slightly, "What do you mean?"
Taoist Lotus Crown still left him aside, facing Gui Liu's doubtful gaze, he continued: "I learned from the Queen's mouth that Your Highness was reshaped by Golden Lotus. Logically speaking, there should be a beating pulse, but there is no such thing. .”
Guiliu frowned slightly, "What do you want to say?"
"I want to say!" Lotus Crown Taoist said loudly: "Your Highness is not the reshape of the golden lotus, but the incarnation of the lotus root. That's why there is no heartbeat. In other words, His Highness is not a real person."
"The golden lotus falls on the lotus root, and the body is mysterious. It looks like a human but not a human, like a Buddha but not a Buddha, so it is called the Living Buddha."
Guiliu said to himself: "So I am a Living Buddha?"
The Lotus Crown Taoist said seriously: "Your Highness, as a Buddhist, should firmly believe in Buddhism in this life, so that you can achieve great achievements. If you practice martial arts, you will waste this great opportunity that may not have happened in thousands of years."
Guiliu hummed, but didn't seem to be very interested. He replied perfunctorily, "See you later," and got back into the carriage.
He lay down exhausted and had a headache for a while.
Lotus Crown Taoist allowed himself to worship the Buddha.
Yao Tiao said that after practicing martial arts for more than ten years, one can become a great master.
My sister asked me to become a monk.
To be honest, Gui Liu didn't really believe the first two, especially the words of Taoist Lotus Crown. Who knew what the Lord of the Cave Heaven had in mind.
The only person who can unconditionally convince a man is his sister Gui Qing, but the question is, can he really become a monk?
Unlike martial arts, monks are fed by God, and they can't fight for it. They rely entirely on fate and luck.
Men don't feel that their talents are outstanding, whether it is a short life or a new life.
He lay there and fell asleep.
