"Jiang Li, you didn't present the Whispering Magpie to Emperor Jing?"
The cold moon hangs high, at the foot of Gufeng Mountain, in a tent of the army on the middle road, everyone in the Anmang Protectorate sits around a campfire and eats the roasted Mangzhou sheep.
A one-year-old mang sheep is skinned and gutted, soaked and fed with secret ingredients for three hours to remove the smell and smell, and grilled to produce thick fat. The outer skin is golden and crispy, and the inside is tender and juicy. The meat is firm but not lacking in texture. soft.
The big black dog was fiercely exerting force on a whole leg of roasted lamb. His mouth was full of oil as he ate it, but he still did not forget to ask Jiang Li about the situation of his face today, "Marquis Wu is really beyond my expectation. Is this person really..." Is he a master of Neo-Confucianism, who is strict with himself, self-denial and devoted to public service? His eldest son is about to die, but he has not even asked for mercy!"
"Marquis Wu's performance in the court today was indeed well-behaved and virtuous, which is admirable!"
Jiang Li shaved off a strip of roasted meat from the lamb rib, put it into his mouth and chewed it slowly. He suddenly smiled and said, "If you hadn't caught the Whispering Magpie, I would have been moved by Marquis Wu's actions today. I believe him three points!"
"Wang? Are you saying that Wu Hou is acting?"
The big black dog jumped up and said excitedly: "Yes, he asked to see Jiang Xuanluo. He must want to take the opportunity to rescue him, or arrange a substitute to quietly replace his eldest son. Let's go and surround him now. Or you can directly benefit from both the stolen goods and the stolen goods!"
"Ogou, I'd better chew your bones honestly. How could Marquis Wu be so stupid? Not to mention whether he has the courage, is it possible that Emperor Jing didn't have any precautions?"
The deer demon curled its lips. It lay on the ground bored and gnawed on wild fruits collected from unknown places, its mouth watering with sourness.
"With the character of Marquis Wu, he cannot risk the disapproval of the world to rescue or replace him, but I believe that his behavior in the court today is definitely not as simple as he appears!"
Shangguan Qingyan thought for a moment and said that her identity as a guest of the Mo family was pardoned by Emperor Jing. It was as if an invisible shackles had been released, and her expression was not as cold as before.
"Marquis Wu will not just watch Jiang Xuanluo be executed by Ling Chi!"
Jiang Li put down the carving knife and took a sip of coarse tea. The warm tea flowed down his throat, and the greasiness in his mouth was gone. His whole body felt relaxed and his spirit was lifted.
Although the Whispering Magpie is a unique bird and beast of the He Lou family, Jiang Li does not believe that Jiang Shirong did not intervene.
The Helou family was far away in the south of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it was impossible for them to learn everything that happened in the northwest of the wilderness in such a short period of time.
Since Wu Hou had already had the intention of creating an illusion that Jiang Xuanluo died in battle and brought him back to the Zhou Dynasty.
It's impossible to really stand by and watch.
This was also the reason why he didn't take out the Whispering Magpie.
Jiang Li recalled all the details of today's stay in the palace, and his heart suddenly moved slightly.
Why did Jiang Shirong have to exchange Jiang Xuanluo's body with Emperor Jing?
"Miss Yuntao, you are an accomplished ghost immortal who has been reincarnated as a Taoist and martial artist. Do you know the methods of human immortals?" Jiang Li asked.
"Human Immortal, well, Human Immortal's fist can reach the heaven and earth, can sense the sun, moon and stars, and achieve a flawless body. Although he became an immortal through martial arts, he also gave birth to many incredible supernatural powers!"
Yuntao was holding a leg of lamb, and she looked like a big black dog when she ate it. She chewed big mouthfuls and slurred her words: "The realms of human immortals are different, and their magical powers are also different. Compared with the martial saint, the primary level can separate the spirit from the body. Those who are confident can even go through thunder tribulations and cultivate both Taoism and martial arts.
Even if you don't turn into a ghost immortal, you can still possess some magical powers that only thunder tribulation ghost immortals can possess, such as suppressing divine souls.
High-level immortals can also fly to the sky and escape from the earth, swim in the void, break through infinite space and enter another world. Can even interfere with matter and time
The peak human immortal can be derived from flesh and blood and become immortal as a mote of dust. Incarnated into billions, reborn with a drop of blood, almost immortal..."
"Human immortals are so powerful!"
Jiang Li was amazed when he heard this.
"That's natural, otherwise how can we call it an immortal?"
Yuntao nodded and said: "However, although they are both human immortals, the junior human immortals and the peak human immortals are completely two levels of world existence. Throughout the entire medieval era, there were only a few people who could reach the peak human immortal state. !”
"Since the peak human immortal can be derived from flesh and blood and become immortal as a mote of dust, can he also have the ability to resurrect the dead?" Jiang Li thought for a while.
"That's natural. As long as the peak human immortal is willing, he can even create a world. Of course, the Nine Tribulations ghost immortal can also do it!"
Yuntao raised his head and looked at Jiang Li, "It is said that the Qi pulse has been cultivated to the level of human immortals and Nine Tribulations ghost immortals, and they have almost equal power. It seems that they can be even stronger!"
"In this case, if Jiang Shirong has reached the threshold of an immortal, he should also have the power to suppress or even seal the soul. If he can advance to a high-level immortal in the future and interfere with matter and time, can he resurrect Jiang Xuanluo?" Jiang Lidao.
"Do you suspect that Marquis Wu wants to resurrect Jiang Xuanluo and rebuild his body in the future?"
The fox demon Yuntao put down the roasted lamb leg in his hand, pondered for a moment and said: "If he can cultivate to the level of a high-level human immortal, it is indeed possible, but the premise is that Jiang Xuanluo can withstand the torture of Lingchi and can still maintain the concentration and concentration of his soul. Stablize!"
"Withstand Ling Chi? Haha, it's absolutely impossible. Even the Martial Saint is afraid that he can't keep his soul clear and stable after experiencing Ling Chi's torture. He's afraid he will become an idiot or a madman!" Lu Yao said firmly.
"Others may not be able to, but Jiang Shirong may very well have other means to help Jiang Xuanluo get through Lingchi's pain!"
Jiang Li shook his head, his eyes getting colder, staring at the burning bonfire in front of him, silent.
Jiang Xuanluo was the son of the eldest lady He Lou, and had no involvement in He Lou's conspiracy to murder his mother.
Therefore, before the attack on the Liangzhou camp, Jiang Li never took Jiang Xuanluo seriously.
This is not a slight, just unnecessary.
But at this moment, seeing that Jiang Xuanluo was very likely to escape punishment and come back to life with the help of Wu Hou, he felt extremely unwilling to do so.
Jiang Xuanluo is the legitimate son of Marquis Zhenwu.
The more than 300,000 soldiers who died in the northwest wilderness were also the sons, fathers, husbands, and brothers of the people of the Zhou Dynasty...
If they died on the battlefield just because Jiang Xuanluo was not capable enough, Jiang Li might not care too much.
But all these losses were only due to Jiang Xuanluo's whim, and because of his own personal grudges, he dragged the Liangzhou General Camp and even the five armies that entered the wilderness into the abyss.
Can you get away with such a crime?
Sensing the killing intent in Jiang Li's heart, the Demon Sword Rentu placed on the ground began to tremble slightly.
The aura of destruction rose slowly, and everyone around them felt it in their hearts, and their souls trembled.
"It's actually not difficult to see what Marquis Wu is going to do!"
The green bull demon opened his mouth, spit out a small spindle-shaped sword, and flew up and down around his demon body.
The small sword is three inches long, green in color, and has a smooth surface. It does not have any rune imprints or Taoist ancient compilations, nor does it produce any fluctuations in spiritual thoughts.
Unless they saw it with their own eyes, everyone would not even be aware of the existence of the small fusiform sword.
It seemed like just a shadow flickering in the air.
"When I was young, I was an ordinary buffalo in a farmer's family. At that time, the Seven Kingdoms were in troubled times and wars were ongoing. I was also requisitioned by the army and dragged into the mountains to carry stones and build castles.
"A few sergeants and hundreds of slave laborers accidentally opened a tomb buried in a stone mountain. They became greedy and dragged me into the tomb to search for treasures. However, I was poisoned by the miasma inside. I am a strong man and managed to survive. .”
The green bull demon said: "After the miasma dissipated, I woke up, accidentally swallowed a piece of fairy grass, and picked up a few treasures, and this shuttle sword was one of them.
The material of this object is ordinary, and its hardness is not even comparable to that of ordinary weapons. However, it can absorb all aura fluctuations, and the soul and thoughts are attached to it and hidden in the dark. Even the peak martial saint cannot detect it! "
With that said, the small fusiform sword flew up from the green bull demon and landed lightly in Jiang Li's hand.
Jiang Li separated a wisp of spiritual thought into the shuttle sword and found that there was something else inside it. Countless patterns were engraved on the four sides of the sword, and it was driven by the movement of his soul thought, and it flew up with a swish.
It shuttles like a shadow in mid-air at an extremely fast speed.
As the green bull demon said, it suppressed all aura fluctuations and made them difficult to detect.
However, its weaknesses are also obvious. It cannot protect the divine thoughts attached to it like other magic weapons.
Once it is broken by a martial arts master, the divine mind will be severely damaged or even completely destroyed.
"Senior, what do you want to exchange this with me for?"
Jiang Li asked, cupping his fists.
The fox demon Yuntao and the green bull demon were sent by Yun Xi to help him, but that didn't mean that he could requisition the magical weapons of the two demons at will.
"I want to use it in exchange for your Jiao Wuzong Qi inheritance!" said the green bull demon.
"Qi Meridian inheritance?"
Jiang Li was a little surprised when he heard this.
In the Middle Ages, there were countless inheritances, but for monsters, cultivating Taoism was the only option.
Only when spiritual thoughts are condensed and formed, and baptized by thunder and calamity, can corpses be transformed into human beings.
Some monsters are powerful in nature, and they will only learn from the inheritance of martial arts to temper their physical bodies. In the future, when the corpse is reincarnated as an adult, the monster body can also be used as a possessed clone.
"Jiang Li, you don't know something. Mr. Niu is of very high rank. His status in Wanhu Mountain is second only to the Old Fox King and Yunxi Demon King. He has been able to be reincarnated long ago!"
The big black dog secretly sent a message: "But Mr. Niu wants to follow the path of the ancient wild demon and prove the Tao with his demon body. Unfortunately, he was originally just an ordinary cow. After eating the fairy grass, his physical body and bloodline changed, but his potential is limited. Fifty years ago, the physical body no longer had any improvement!”
"The wild demon refines his body, and the demon body proves the truth!"
Jiang Li was surprised and couldn't help but admire him.
The cultivation method of the Green Bull Demon is simple to say, it is to cultivate to the human-immortal realm with the demon body.
It is the most difficult choice among the demon clan.
"I came from an ordinary background, and my physical body has limited potential. I reached the peak of my energy and blood ten years ago. As my lifespan is consumed, my blood and energy will diminish in a few years, and my body will decline. The treasures of heaven and earth are rare, and their effect on me is getting worse. The younger I am, the more I want to try the Qi pulse method!"
The green bull demon did not shy away from it: "If I can use my energy to help stimulate the potential of my physical body, I may be able to take a few steps forward. Even if I fail, I can continue my physical bloodline through reproduction, and my descendants will be endless." Also, one day we can regain the power of the ancient wild demon!"
"Senior wants to cultivate his Qi meridians, so junior can do it himself!"
With a flash of Jiang Li's Xumi Ring, all the Qi Meridian inheritance books obtained from Linghe Castle were given to the Green Bull Demon.
"Please help me protect the law!"
Jiang Li sat cross-legged, thoughts flying out of his head, and all of them were submerged into the shuttle sword. His heart moved, and the shuttle sword immediately floated up, and flew out of the tent with a swish, heading towards the cell more than ten miles away.
Under the cover of night, the entire middle camp was shrouded in the extremely rich blood evil aura.
Looking from the perspective of Yin Shen Wandering Soul, all he could see was a sea of blood-red and hot rising poison.
The ascetics have not become ghosts and immortals, and they dare not approach the military camp for hundreds of miles.
Even if the Yin Shen Wandering Soul stops far away, it will be collided and contaminated by the bloody evil energy that surges in all directions as the sergeant trains.
It can range from violent trembling of the soul and unbearable pain to severe damage to the original source until it disappears into ashes.
Even if you are an accomplished ghost and immortal with spiritual thoughts attached to magic weapons, you must be careful when entering the military camp.
Once someone notices it, the Yiwu realm martial artist uses his boxing skills and artistic conception to mobilize the blood evil energy to condense the offensive, and the ghosts and immortals of the first level of thunder and calamity will also drink their hatred.
Jiang Li's Taoist realm is not high and he is only a minor cultivator in the realm of divine objects.
In this realm, ascetics can only use their souls to attach magical weapons, drive the objects, and carry out physical attacks. The soul of the body is not condensed, and they are extremely dependent on the magical weapons.
Normally, it is impossible to control a magic weapon and fly around in the blood-evil aura that is as rich as substance.
I'm afraid that as soon as the soul leaves the body and has no time to enter the magic weapon, it will be overwhelmed by the boundless blood evil and burn into nothingness.
But the Taoist method that Jiang Li practiced was the "Tai Qing Yuan Tao - Golden Light Pillar Earth-to-Heaven Technique" of the Thirty-Six Divine Powers of Tiangang and Shenyou Taixu.
Using itself as light, it condenses golden light and reflects the stars in the sky.
There are billions of stars in the sky, and he is the most prosperous one.
The divine soul breeds golden light, just like the rising sun leaping out of the sea, spreading vitality and illuminating the world of Kyushu.
Although he is not a ghost or immortal with thunder and calamity, he has inherent vitality and yang energy.
It has a strong ability to resist the Yang evil spirits of blood and energy emerging from the bodies of thousands of warriors.
At the same time, he has been filled with the literary energy of literary saints and hundreds of sages, and has his own awe-inspiring righteousness to protect his soul. It can also cover his aura and prevent him from being invaded by the Yang evil spirits from all directions and everywhere.
The magic array patterns in the shuttle sword will also restrain his aura fluctuations and isolate the blood evil from the outside world.
But even so, Jiang Li still felt like he was walking on thin ice. If he was not careful, he would fall into a place of no return.
He controlled the shuttle sword and carefully meandered along the ground.
Try to avoid crowded places along the way.
"Ho!"
"ha!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
Throughout the military camp, in martial arts training arenas, hundreds of Dazhou sergeants were shirtless, showing off their strong muscles, shouting and shouting about drills.
Under the orders of the Military Attachment School, they simultaneously drew their swords, punched, and swung their halberds to shoot arrows.
The blood energy lingering around the school grounds was activated by the fists, swords, halberds and arrows of the sergeants, and turned into huge blood fists, blazing knives, halberd blades, and arrows. They blasted far away and stirred up endless waves of blood evil in all directions. Surge, crash into each other.
Jiang Li tried his best to avoid it, but he was inevitably swept away by the aftermath of the blood evil. The heavy and ferocious pressure enveloped his entire soul and thoughts, causing great mental oppression.
It even gave rise to some instinctive fear in his heart, and he wanted to retreat and return to his physical body.
But the next moment, the numerous bones and flesh and blood limbs in the wilderness appeared in his mind.
There are more than 300,000 living Dazhou Erlangs, many of whom are the same age as him, and they are all in the most beautiful and vigorous period of their lives.
But because of Jiang Xuanluo's selfishness and willfulness, Mang Yuan died tragically.
The fire that burned the bones of the soldiers stretched across the grassland for unknown miles. The flames reached into the sky and burned for nine days and nine nights.
The skeletons of some soldiers were completely integrated into the wilderness under the trampling of iron hooves, making them difficult to find.
With a thought in his mind, Jiang Li moved forward with his sword, rushing towards the sky-high smoke of energy in front of him.
Under the smoke of energy that reaches into the sky, there is a huge stone building made of blue boulders. Inside are the war criminals on death row who were disadvantaged in the Northern Expedition and committed serious crimes.
Jiang Xuanluo was also imprisoned.
Around the stone tower, thousands of soldiers stood with halberds and swords, tightly guarding, and there were many powerful auras dormant in the place.
Even a strong Martial Saint would have a hard time escaping.
The sword was close to the ground, moving slowly in the grass, quietly passing by the feet of the sergeants, then rising up against the wall of the stone building, and entering through the ventilation opening of the stone building.
There are more than twenty airtight cells distributed in the huge stone building, half of which are occupied by guilty prisoners.
Jiang Li almost didn't need to search and immediately locked onto Jiang Xuanluo's location.
The energy of Jiang Shirong, Marquis of Zhenwu, was so strong that it was difficult not to notice. The billowing energy shrouded the area like mercury and steel, forcing all ghosts and immortals to retreat.
Jiang Li's spiritual thoughts were filled with golden light, and his sword was breathless and waveless. The energy and smoke surged through the sword as if it were nothing.
But the aura of the peak martial saint from Jiang Shirong still made it difficult for Jiang Li to breathe, and his spirit was always under great pressure and tension.
Like a traveler submerged in the quicksand of a silt swamp, unable to breathe.
Jiang Li's mind was tense, almost "gritting his teeth and holding his breath" as he slowly approached the cell at the deepest part of the stone building and got in through the gap at the bottom of the stone door.
Inside the prisoner, there was a strong cross wooden frame. Jiang Xuanluo, whose limbs and tendons had been severed, was tightly bound by iron chains to the cross wooden frame. He was listless and dying, with eyes full of despair and terror.
"Father, it's the child's fault. I shouldn't have ignored the warnings of my father and Manager Qiu, but Jiang Li has absolutely nothing to do with the reason why I fell into this situation. He must have deliberately designed to lure me into a trap!"
Jiang Xuanluo raised his blood-stained face. The face of handsome Shenwu, who looked almost like Jiang Shirong, was full of anger and ferocious unwillingness.
"Luoer, I am very disappointed as a father!"
Jiang Shirong stood with his back, his fingers gently sliding on the prisoner's wall. The wall, which was originally as solid as steel, fell like sand.
In a few breaths, a complete map of the northwest wilderness appeared clearly in front of Jiang Xuanluo.
Among them are not only all the topography of the wilderness, but also the marching routes of the Liangzhou General Camp, the left and right wing armies, and Jiang Li.
Jiang Shirong pointed to the battle map carved on the wall and asked: "Your military strategy was enlightened by me personally. When you failed in command and abandoned your troops, did you really reflect on it? Was there any real reflection in your mind? Think about where you went wrong? What might be Jiang Li's marching route?"
"I……"
Jiang Xuanluo opened his mouth and was speechless.
He had been completely frightened ever since he learned about the Rang army's sneak attack on the Liangzhou general camp.
I just want to come back as soon as possible and recover some losses and mistakes.
After being ambushed by reckless soldiers, seeing that his soldiers had lost their fighting spirit, they only thought about how to get rid of their guilt and waited for their father's rescue.
"It doesn't matter if you make a mistake in leading the army. How can those who achieve great things truly gain enlightenment if they don't go through hardships?"
"It's only three hundred thousand soldiers, so what if it's three million? Everyone in the world is like an ant. If they have a little life, they can multiply endlessly!"
Jiang Shirong turned around slowly, with disappointment in his eyes, "But you experienced setbacks without any real reflection. Instead, you blamed others for all the blame? Although Jiang Li is stubborn, the layout of this march is meticulous and bold. It is for The Father will be amazed!"
"Father... I know I was wrong!"
Jiang Xuanluo's face turned red and he felt ashamed.
Especially Jiang Shirong's admiration for Jiang Li's marching layout, each one was like a whip soaked in salt water, lashing him hard on the face.
It wasn't that he didn't realize the mistake and really ignored Jiang Li's marching strategy.
The pride in his heart made it difficult for him to accept this situation.
Born in the Zhenwu Marquis Mansion, he naturally knew that he and Jiang Li had been treated very differently since childhood.
He was personally taught by Marquis Wu since he was a child, and many famous teachers, military generals, and civil servants taught him various knowledge, methods, and experience.
And look at Jiang Li again?
Jiang Xuanluo shook his head and didn't want to think about it anymore.
He just refused to accept how a humble concubine could surpass him.
"Father, give me another chance. It was just a temporary mistake. I can definitely surpass Jiang Li and make up for my mistakes!" Jiang Xuanluo begged urgently.
"This is no longer possible. You have blatantly violated Chaogang's military laws and committed a heinous crime. Even though I am the Marquis of the Kingdom, I have no way to plead with Emperor Jing to save you!"
Jiang Shirong slowly shook his head: "Luo'er, you must die, you must die in the eyes of the world!"
"Father, you can't, that's Lingchi, Lingchi!"
When Jiang Xuanluo heard this, his face turned pale with fright, and his soul was so frightened that he dispersed. He struggled and screamed, and the chains rattled violently.
"Silence!"
Jiang Shirong frowned and gave a cold shout. He fell with a shocking force, and the entire stone building seemed to be shaken to pieces.
Jiang Xuanluo's spirit felt like he had been hit hard, his face turned pale, blood surged in his chest, blood spurted out from his mouth, and his whole person became even more depressed.
The soul is also in a state of dissipating at any time.
"Soul Soul!"
Jiang Shirong took a step forward, put a finger on Jiang Xuanluo's forehead, and tapped it gently. A strange wave of power spread out from his fingertips, forming ripples visible to the naked eye, which gathered in Jiang Xuanluo's mind.
"ah"
Jiang Xuanluo let out a soft cry, and in an instant, his soul that was about to collapse suddenly condensed and was tightly wrapped by a mysterious power.
Like an eternal protection, a long-lost peace arose in my heart.
"I have suppressed your spirit!"
Jiang Shirong retracted his finger, a look of fatigue appeared between his brows, as if the finger he had just used had consumed a lot of his energy and strength.
"In the future, no matter what you suffer, even if your body dries up and becomes corrupted, your soul will be imprisoned in the body forever, and there will be no possibility of the soul flying and being annihilated!" Jiang Shirong said.
"Suppress the soul?"
Jiang Xuanluo was startled when he heard this, and then his face showed a look of ecstasy: "Father, have you become an immortal?"
"I just touched some qi machines. There is still a long way to go before I can become a real immortal, but I have also understood some great principles and spiritual applications.
"However, this time I suppressed the soul for you. I used it forcefully to leapfrog the level. It damaged some of the roots. I am afraid that the time to become a human immortal will be extended for some time!"
Jiang Shirong said calmly.
"Father, it's all the child's fault!"
Jiang Xuanluo is not a stupid person, and he knows that his father's loss this time is not as simple as he said.
The emotions of regret and gratitude in my heart became more intense.
"Father wants to protect my soul. When you become an immortal in the future, you can use your magical powers to reshape my body!"
Jiang Xuanluo thought for a while and said anxiously: "But even if my soul is suppressed by my father and the Lingchi torture is inflicted on me, I still can't bear it. I'm not a Martial Saint. My soul and spirit can't withstand such pain and suffering."
"I have a rest powder here that can isolate you from all physical sensations for three days and three nights. If you take this medicine before the torture is carried out, you can survive the torture safely."
Jiang Shirong flicked his finger, and a pill flew into Jiang Xuanluo's mouth, "Only on the day of execution, you still have to put on a show to avoid being discovered!"
"Father, don't worry, the child knows what to do!"
Jiang Xuanluo pressed the elixir under his tongue, and finally his heart dropped.
Although he still had to face bloody scenes, he was able to survive after all.
"Just take care of yourself!"
Jiang Shirong shook his head slightly, turned around, pushed open the door, and stepped out. The Three Tiger Guards and all the guests from Yinwu Pavilion were waiting outside the camp.
In order to exchange for Jiang Xuanluo's bones, he would travel thousands of miles to retrieve the head of Dugu leader of the Tuoba royal family.
"Jiang Li, I lost to you once, but I will never lose a second time. During these years when my soul is imprisoned in the corpse, I will reflect on everything and figure out everything!"
Jiang Xuanluo gritted his teeth and sneered: "I have countless martial arts and Tao inheritance in my mind, as well as many martial arts insights and military tactics. I will not waste time. I will definitely be able to surpass you. Everything I have lost today , I will snatch it from your hands and trample you severely under my feet from now on!"
Jiang Xuanluo was filled with resentment, and the chains locked on his body trembled greatly, which seemed to show the degree of resentment in his heart.
But he didn't notice that after a small shuttle sword circled around him gently, it quietly slipped into the gap of the stone door of the prisoner's entrance and disappeared.
Um?
Why do you feel that the elixir under your tongue has become much harder?
(End of chapter)
