"You actually know so much about my five barbarians in Monster Mountain!"
Ying Shanxiong was a little surprised. The old man in front of him was slovenly and unkempt. He was dressed in linen clothes and smelled of alcohol. There was a faint echo in his lungs when he breathed and spoke, and he was obviously suffering from an underlying disease.
If he hadn't been traveling with two wealthy young men, he would have been almost the same as an old farmer in the fields.
But he was very familiar with the demonic mountain barbarians tens of thousands of miles away, and he didn't feel the slightest discomfort or concern when faced with the blood pressure rising from his own body.
Obviously it's not as simple as it seems.
The strange wind just now was not similar to Qi Mao, but it was similar to Taoism. Could it be related to this sloppy old man?
Is this old guy a master of Taoism?
"Which lord in Shengjing City are you relatives or subordinates?" Ying Shanxiong couldn't help but ask.
"We are from the Zhenwuhou Mansion, and the young man you wanted to attack just now is a young man from Zhenwuhou!" Old Man Tu said.
"Zhenwuhou Mansion, he is Jiang Shirong's son!"
When the Yingshan Xiong and other warriors heard this, their hearts were shocked, and the eyes they looked at were different again.
Jiang Shirong was the backbone of the martial arts of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the best martial artist in the world. He suppressed the fate of the martial arts in the world for ten years for the Great Zhou Dynasty.
It is an insurmountable and steep peak in the hearts of martial artists all over the world.
Although Yingshan Xiong and others have lived in the mountains for a long time, they are still in awe of Jiang Shirong's name.
"No wonder this young man has such skills. Jiang Shirong is indeed well-deserved. A son who is not yet an adult has such strength and means. In a few years, there will be another rising star with extraordinary strength in the world!"
Ying Shan Xiong nodded, his surprise towards Jiang Li dissipated a lot.
Jiang Shirong was a master of martial arts, and it was normal for his son to have some methods that were difficult to fathom with common sense.
"Okay, I promise you, as long as you can rescue the young master, the six of us will go with your young master to Beimang."
Ying Shan Xiong pondered for a while and finally nodded in agreement.
It has been ten days since they entered Shengjing, but they have no way to enter Beishi.
If the young master is not rescued, once the fifteen days are up, the young master will be sent to work in the mines, and there will be no possibility of leaving Dazhou alive.
"Mr. Mo, let them go!" Old Man Tu turned around and said to Mo Yunliang.
"Master?"
Mo Yunliang was also looking at Old Man Tu, thinking about the origin of the strange wind just now. However, he did not directly follow Old Man Tu's instructions. Instead, he looked at Jiang Li, who had been watching quietly, and saw the latter nodded in agreement. Only then did his mind move, and he let go of the control of the black python of true energy.
Bang bang bang
The six black pythons of true energy that entangled the barbarian warriors dissipated in response, turning into billowing air currents, spreading away, and forming a strong wind.
When the onlookers who had just stood firm in the distance saw this, they screamed in panic and backed away.
"Son of Marquis Zhenwu, we will guard the gate of Beishi. As long as you rescue the young master, we will definitely fulfill our promise!"
Without the restraints of the air python, Ying Shanxiong and other barbarian warriors immediately jumped up from the ground, stretched their bodies, and channeled the blood energy that was stagnated due to the entanglement of the black python.
Ying Shanxiong clasped his fists towards Jiang Li, and then dispersed with a few barbarian warriors, dodged into the surrounding crowd, and disappeared.
"Young Master Li, the old man made his own decisions, will you not be offended?" Old Man Tu walked back slowly and smiled at Jiang Li.
“How could I not know about Mr. Tu’s kindness!”
Jiang Li cupped his fists and thanked him. In a few months, he would march north into the wilderness with the army, and there were not many available people around him.
Even if they reached an agreement with Su Youzhen and could gain some support, Huaxiao Dao was still a Daluo sect, and the experts it sent could not be fully trusted.
Moreover, if there is no other force around him that can suppress the masters of Huaxiao Dao and let him dominate alone, it will also form a constraining force, preventing Jiang Li from fully acting on his own intentions.
The six native barbarians, including Ying Shanxiong, are all Xiantian realm warriors. They have strong bones and tough skin. If they can be trained as heavy riders, they will definitely be his powerful arm in the conquest of Beimang.
"Let's leave here first. If we are stopped by the Beijing government officials for questioning, it will take a lot of time and cause complications!"
Jiang Li got on his horse, and not far away, he could vaguely see a group of figures in Beijing official uniforms, running towards here.
Everyone rode away, and after passing two intersections, Mo Yunliang left first and returned to the restaurant to wait for his orders.
Jiang Li took Jiang Xuanxin and Old Man Tu back to the Hou Mansion, waiting for Bi Falcon to bring back Princess Yunle's token.
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"Miss, new news came back from the Xishan Paddock. Liu Honglie re-entered the realm of the Martial Saint the day before yesterday, and has been restored to the position of Marquis by the Saint. The current Qianjun Palace has become the Qianjun Marquis Palace!"
In the Qiluanxuan Buddhist Hall, the smoke was curling and the lights were bright. Grandma Yan stepped in from the door of the Buddhist hall, hurried to the Buddhist niche, and whispered in the ear of the eldest lady He Loushi.
"What did you say, Liu Honglie entered the holy realm again!"
He Loushi opened his eyes suddenly, and a look of surprise and shock appeared on his quiet face, which soon turned into a look of ferocity.
"Eighteen years ago, Liu Honglie's martial arts will was destroyed by Beimang Imperial Master and Thunder Tribulation Ghost Immortal Gong Yangshen, and his arm was destroyed by Tuoba Xiongzai in Tianjian Gorge. Since then, his ambition has been gone, and he has been living drunkenly.
"His sons are not very impressive. So far, none of them have reached the realm of divine transformation. It is a foregone conclusion that the Qianjun uncle's mansion will set in the west. How could Liu Honglie enter the holy realm again at such an ancient age!"
He Lou stood up from the futon, his whole body was shrouded in haze, and his malicious eyes narrowed slightly, "Is this news true?"
"Miss, this matter is absolutely true. It has been spreading in the city since this morning. Liu Honglie was canonized by the Holy Lord as a second-grade general of the army. The plaque on the door of Qianjun's Mansion has begun to be replaced.
"Now many people are lining up outside the Qianjunhou Mansion with gifts and greetings, vying to see Liu Honglie's eldest son, Mingwei General Liu Qianshan!" Nanny Yan said in a sharp voice.
"How could this happen? How could this happen!"
Helou's originally gloomy face became even more ugly. She clenched her fists tightly, her long nails almost digging into her flesh, and her voice was trembling.
"In order to prevent that bitch from having peace after his death, I used all means to suppress and torture Jiang Li within the limits agreed by the Marquis. I thought that the little beast would be trapped in the Liu family after entering the house of Uncle Qianjun. Decaying and rotting together with the declining Liu family, draining one's mind and dying in depression, but never thought that Liu Honglie would one day return to the holy realm!"
He Loushi gritted his teeth and said: "Why doesn't Liu Honglie, this old guy, die of old age and drunkenness? How could he become a saint? How could he!"
"Miss, when that little beast joins Qianjun Hou's house, his status will also rise. He will live a comfortable and carefree life in the future. The Martial Saint has a lifespan of three hundred years!"
Aunt Yan also said sadly: "Furthermore, it is said that Liu Honglie's fist spirit makes a living. If he is willing to sacrifice himself to extend Jiang Li's life, the young lady's plan of ordering him to cultivate his energy and lose his longevity will also come to nothing.
"Perhaps Liu Honglie will raise an unprecedented Qi Meridian master. After all, not all Qi Meridian masters are supported by the Martial Saint, and that little beast is also very talented in cultivating Qi Meridian!"
"No, I can't let Jiang Li get married so smoothly. Aren't the servants around the Ning family often inquiring about Lanhong Pavilion these days?"
He Loushi closed her eyes tremblingly. After a long time, when she opened her eyes again, the resentment and excitement were gone, but her voice was even colder.
"Tell this news to Ning. Jiang Xuanyao's injury is almost healed. Hearing that the status of Uncle Qianjunfu has been improved, he will definitely feel sincerely happy for his brother.
"Now that the Zhou Dynasty has prosperous national fortunes, a harmonious government, and a peaceful scene in Shengjing City, there is no need for so many soldiers patrolling at night. Let's withdraw all the soldiers near Lanhong Pavilion!"
"Old slave, I know that the young lady is kind-hearted and considerate of her servants. Even if something unexpected happens, the Marquis will not blame the young lady. After all, it is easy to guard against foreign thieves but hard to guard against domestic thieves. How can there be any grudges between brothers? !”
Grandma Yan also smiled and walked backwards out of the Buddhist hall.
There is a Buddha sitting on the Buddhist niche, draped in golden robes, with a face like the full moon, ears hanging down from the shoulders, a majestic appearance, dignified and kind.
Cigarettes filled the air around the Buddha statue, like auspicious air lingering in the sky.
Helou held a Buddhist bead, clasped his hands together, and muttered something in his mouth. His voice was wild and his tone was strange, and he seemed to have some kind of strange power.
In the smoke, the corners of the Buddha's mouth were slightly raised, seemingly smiling but not smiling.
