Sometimes, a clear and heartfelt advice is far inferior to a half-hidden warning.
The human heart has always been like this.
Sure enough, not long after An Qisheng left on horseback, everyone in the caravan decided to turn around after a heated discussion.
Following An Qisheng, he headed towards Qingzhou.
These caravans have experienced a lot of things when traveling south and north, and they know that there are many fortune tellers in the world. They may not be as good as Qin Tianjian, but their words are also very accurate.
In their opinion, maybe An Qisheng is this kind of person.
They couldn't help but not believe such a thing.
In particular, a group of warriors with inner strength are more willing to venture into Qingzhou than fear the unknown.
On the official road under the crimson moonlight, An Qisheng, who was galloping on horseback, glanced back and saw that the sign of death disappeared after he understood the caravan's turn.
In the world of life, there are thousands of ways to die, and there are all kinds of unexpected disasters.
It is not difficult to avoid disaster. A change of thought can determine life or death.
Just like Xuan Xing's great masters who see the gods, they avoid danger when they sense it, seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, and foresee danger but don't go. Naturally, they can avoid many disasters.
It's just that this ability is not omnipotent. Once it is blocked by others, or there is a reason not to go, it will be targeted and killed.
"A meal can pay for itself by saving a life."
An Qisheng withdrew his eyes, urged his horse away, and quickly disappeared into the night.
Dafeng's territory is extremely vast, and the distance between the borders of the East Pole and the West Pole has almost closed the circumference of Xuanxing's equator.
The territories of the divided states are very large, and most ordinary people have never left the state in their lives, just like many people on Xuanxing have never left the country in their lives.
Although the red horse An Qisheng rides is not a dragon horse, it is still a fine horse among ordinary horses. Driven by his true energy, it can run more than two thousand miles in one day and one night.
Even so, it took seven full days before he arrived in Qingzhou.
And between Zhongzhou and Qingzhou, there is also Liangzhou.
On this day, the sky was bright and bright. The three great suns in the sky were about to rise. The red light shone on the sky and the clouds were golden.
An Qisheng, who closed his eyes and fell asleep on the red horse, slowly opened his eyes while transporting the internal energy of his blood and condensing his energy.
More than ten miles away, he could already see a huge city wall spanning dozens of miles from north to south, with no end as far as the eye could see.
This city occupies a huge area, and its walls are wide and high. It is the largest city he has seen in Jiufujie.
Situated on the plain, it looks like a giant dragon hovering.
This is the capital city of Qingzhou and the place where the so-called 'plague' broke out.
"叏lvlv~"
Running all the way in front of the moat, the red horse let out a long neigh and slowly stopped.
Big beads of sweat flowed out from the flame-like mane, like blood, and then evaporated by the high temperature into sweat.
After running for many days, even with An Qisheng nourishing its physical strength and relieving its fatigue, the red horse was exhausted to the limit.
Phew~
An Qisheng turned over and dismounted, and caressed the horse from its head to its back with his palms, vibrating the powerful energy to calm its boiling blood, and then took out pills one after another and fed them to the horse.
Fengzhou visited in January and he got a lot of pills.
And with his current physique and internal strength, ordinary pills can only help him to a very limited extent, so he doesn't care about this loss.
The red horse snorted comfortably, and the temperature on his body slowly dropped.
Running along this way, although it consumes a lot of physical strength, it has also gained considerable benefits from the warmth and nourishment of Jinli Zhenqi and the feeding of elixirs.
Outside Qingzhou Fucheng, there are almost no pedestrians.
At the city gate, hundreds of soldiers lined up and were ready.
An Qisheng also smelled a strong smell of gunpowder smoke, which had obviously been sterilized at high temperatures again and again.
Qingzhou Mansion's security is very tight, and it controls the entry and exit of ordinary people very strictly, but it doesn't care much about the entry and exit of people in the world.
Firstly, the soldiers guarding the city were not willing to offend the people in the Jianghu. Secondly, as they had internal strength, the chance of being infected by the plague was extremely low.
Therefore, An Qisheng walked into Qingzhou City easily.
The huge street was sparsely populated, and most of the restaurants and restaurants on both sides were deserted. Only a few people with martial arts skills were drinking and partying there.
Occasionally there were pedestrians passing by, but they were all in a hurry and looked solemn.
An Qisheng seemed to have found a crowded tavern at random. After placing the horses, he walked into the tavern.
"Serve some of your restaurant's signature dishes. The food should be large and taste good. Two kilograms of wine and a few basins of bath water."
After ordering a room, An Qisheng gave a few instructions to the waiter who greeted him with a smile.
After that, he walked into the room unhurriedly.
A strong body is accompanied by higher consumption. Although there are pills that can be taken, daily meals are also indispensable.
Fortunately, the aura of heaven and earth exists in all things in this world, and ordinary food also has traces of aura.
Otherwise, with his current physique, if he were above Xuanxing, eating and drinking every day would be a huge problem.
The wine tastes average and the food tastes unsatisfactory.
But for An Qisheng, who can even eat disgusting medicinal food, this is naturally not a problem.
He slowly finished a table full of food and washed away the non-existent dust.
There was a knock on the door.
Before An Qisheng could respond, the visitor had already pushed open the door and entered.
Wearing a white skirt and gauze, long black hair, and a delicate face, who else could she be if she wasn't Bai Xian'er?
As early as he entered Qingzhou, he discovered the signal left by Bai Xian'er for him. This time he came to Qingzhou Fucheng mostly because of the mark left by Bai Xian'er.
"Master..."
Bai Xian'er, who pushed open the door and said a word, was stunned when she looked at An Qisheng, who was sitting by the window and wearing a spotless white robe.
"Who are you?!"
Bai Xian'er was shocked, the smile on her face suddenly disappeared, and the energy around her body was already surging.
"it's me."
An Qisheng's throat moved and he uttered an old voice:
"How can someone else use the mark that is unique to you and me?"
"You, are you really grandpa?"
Bai Xian'er looked at An Qisheng, who had a handsome face and was as elegant as a gentleman. His delicate body trembled, and his face was full of disbelief.
She naturally knew that after practicing martial arts to a high level, youth would remain forever. She also knew that some disguise martial arts could change one's appearance. However, what kind of martial arts could wash away the vicissitudes of time on a person's body?
Is this vigorous and vigorous breath of life, like the rising sun, something that an old man nearly a hundred years old can possess?
How can martial arts do this?
"Of course it's me."
An Qisheng gently put down his wine glass.
The moment the wine glass fell on the table, his black hair had turned into white hair, and his fair and smooth skin had become sallow and saggy. In an instant, he had transformed back into the old Taoist priest he was before.
At the same time, the surging vitality and vitality in his body also fell to the bottom, exuding an aura of vicissitudes of life.
Just one thought has produced huge changes in mental posture, physical body, breath and even the most subtle aspects.
It's like a completely different person.
"This, this, grandpa, what kind of martial arts are you doing..."
Seeing the scene that was like a 'transformation', Bai Xian'er was shocked.
This is not martial arts, it is already an immortal method!
An Qisheng smiled slightly and said in a vicissitudes of voice:
"Want to learn?"
After meeting Ni Wan, his control over his physical body has reached an incredible level.
It can already transport qi and blood to stimulate the body to achieve extremely fast metabolism, thus producing such a 'transformation'-like effect.
A thought of the rising sun turns into the setting sun, and the setting sun turns into the rising sun in an instant.
The entire change is a complete transformation from the subtle aspects of the body, to the breath, to the mental outlook.
"think......."
Bai Xian'er's eyes lit up.
For a woman, such martial arts is simply a dream.
"Let's talk about this later."
An Qisheng waved his hand and asked:
"Do you know about the Qingzhou plague?"
"plague?"
Bai Xian'er didn't expect An Qisheng to ask this question.
After the exchange of blood, except for some strange poisons in the world, ordinary poisons and plagues can't affect people in the martial arts world, let alone her grandfather, who in her opinion has already perfected his energy.
There is no hindrance, why do you care about it?
"Tell me what you know."
An Qisheng shook his head inwardly.
He knew from Bai Xian'er's expression that, like other martial arts people, Bai Xian'er didn't care about this so-called plague at all.
"Grandpa, this plague...as the government changed the water source and burned the corpses, it seems that very few people have been infected."
Bai Xian'er thought about it for a moment and said:
"I guess this plague may not be a plague, but someone may have poisoned the water source."
Although she didn't care about the plague, the Six Hell Demon Sect's intelligence system was very strong, and she wanted to know some things even if she didn't want to.
"Poison."
An Qisheng nodded slightly, which was pretty much what he had guessed.
"The people of Jinyiwei had sealed off the capital of Qingzhou more than 20 days ago, and ordinary people were not allowed to go out. Anyone with symptoms was taken to the outside of the city for isolation and isolation, and the bodies of the dead were burned together... ..."
Bai Xianer told everything she knew.
An Qisheng tapped his fingers on the table. This kind of processing method was considered good in this era.
"Xian'er once saw a patient fall ill. The symptoms were very similar to a strange poison from the Golden Wolf Court."
Bai Xianer seemed to remember something:
"It is said that every time before the Golden Wolf Kingdom launches a war, it will send people to poison the enemy country and create chaos. This time, it may be the same."
"Golden Wolf Royal Court?"
An Qisheng frowned slightly.
There are many countries in Jiufujie. There are seven truly powerful countries, among which the Golden Wolf Kingdom has the most vast territory.
The Golden Wolf Kingdom is also the most war-loving country among all the countries.
The former Nantian Mountain Hunting Festival was most likely initiated by the Golden Wolf Kingdom. There was silence for a long time after that battle. Is this going to start another war?
"Grandpa, are you going to Zhongzhou this time?"
Bai Xianer quietly changed the topic.
The Six Hell Demon Sect is adjacent to the Golden Wolf Kingdom and has a good relationship with the Golden Wolf Kingdom. She doesn't want to get involved in these matters at all, otherwise she will die without her body intact if they are discovered.
"good."
An Qisheng took a deep look at Bai Xian'er and said calmly:
"You left a mark for me, but what did you find?"
"Grandpa, this time the Holy Son comes to Dafeng and is bound to win. No one can stop him. You'd better not take risks."
Bai Xian'er advised:
"If the chivalrous sect tries to stand out this time, I'm afraid it will be destroyed soon."
"If I don't look for him, will he not look for me?"
An Qisheng's heart moved, and he seemed to sense something interesting.
As he learned the Wan Lun Qi Technique more and more, his spirit gradually reached a strange level, and he could feel that the Holy Son of the Demon Sect of Six Hells, who had never been masked before, harbored deep malice towards him.
Bai Xianer smiled bitterly: "Yes, everyone on the list this time is the target of the Holy Son. Someone is already looking for your whereabouts."
"You can guess it."
An Qisheng glanced at Bai Xian'er with a half-smile, and said leisurely:
"What I'm more curious about at this time is whether you were followed by someone because of your carelessness, or whether you wanted to borrow Grandpa's knife to kill someone again..."
boom!
An Qisheng stepped lightly, and ripples spread out like water waves.
The huge restaurant suddenly shook, and the dust 'swished down'.
And between steps, the door to the room suddenly opened!
The air flow roared and dust scattered, and a pale sword light instantly illuminated the entire room!
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