While walking, Feng Xue flipped through the "Strategy" in his hand, with a hint of thought in his eyes. According to the book, the skills practiced by this demon cult demon are fundamentally different from those of ordinary martial arts people. The skills are not written in words, but It is taught using a method similar to the practice of teaching.
There have also been righteous knights who pretended to surrender to the enemy in exchange for information. However, once they practice this demonic sect, their temperament will change drastically. Even their loved ones will be killed at will like ants.
Therefore, even after more than two hundred years of struggle, there is still no accurate understanding. We can only reluctantly classify them into four categories: "evil poisons and evil poisons" based on their characteristics.
However, no matter which category they belong to, these exercises have one common characteristic, which is that they are extremely corrosive. As long as ordinary people get a little bit of it, they will be infected by the demonic nature and turn into cruel and murderous monsters, even if they are armed with weapons. , without a few confrontations, they will be infected with demonic nature and turn into master-devouring demon soldiers. Only by entering the realm of a master can one rely on the "Flawless True Gang" to resist this kind of erosion.
"No wonder I have to become a master and not go down the mountain... After all, martial arts is not a magical art. It is almost impossible to avoid being touched at all in a battle... Well, those officers and soldiers holding crossbows can also understand. To deal with the devils of the Demon Cult, In other words, long-range weapons such as crossbows can avoid being eroded."
Feng Xue tasted the meaning between the lines. Although she still lacked some concepts for this somewhat abstract description, with the words "evil poison", it is not difficult to imagine the evil nature of this technique.
Roughly speaking, the true energy of this demonic sect's practice probably has characteristics similar to the "life and death talisman" and "transformation method". It can directly invade the enemy's body to cause internal destruction, and even has some mental pollution effects. .
The so-called Grandmaster is not a certain level of combat power as he thought before, but more like a certification of the quality of internal power. As long as one can cultivate the "Unleakable True Gang", that is, to the extent that he is not contaminated by demonic energy, he can Called the Grandmaster.
After these contents, the booklet also mentioned some small knowledge, such as what kind of pubs can be entered, what kind of temples cannot be stayed, how fellow Jianghu people can quickly identify whether each other is normal, etc.
To be fair, this is definitely an extremely practical tutorial for novices. If the content described in it is true, as long as you read it carefully, you can avoid many minefields that are easy for novices to touch. Unfortunately, Feng Xue feels that most The people in the world who come here are probably not the type who can read it patiently.
Of course, this also requires that the contents in the book are true.
"But looking at the atmosphere here, if there was a trick in the book sold, someone would have found it out long ago, right?"
Feng Xue murmured in her heart, but the strange story was slowly taking shape.
He had no intention of staying overnight in the Jade Gate, but walked straight towards the North Gate. As long as he passed there, it was equivalent to stepping into the scope of Yanzhou.
Seeing Feng Xue going out so late, the soldier guarding the door immediately stopped him and said:
"Young hero, it's getting late now. It's not too late to spend the night repairing in the city before entering Yanzhou."
After hearing the soldier's persuasion, Feng Xue showed a sunny smile, shook her head and said:
"Thank you for your kindness, but what I practice is the way of the assassin, and the night is our home field."
Seeing what Feng Xue said, the soldiers could no longer dissuade him. The moment he walked out of the north gate of Yumen, Feng Xue felt the difference in the atmosphere.
Different from the relaxed atmosphere of the south gate facing Sizhou, outside the north gate, in addition to two teams of crossbow-wielding officers and soldiers guarding the gate, there are also two foreign masters. After a few meters, Feng Xue began to notice the hidden whistles.
Either hidden on the top of a tree or hidden in a boulder, if it weren't for the protection of the Heart of the Mirror that could sense the emotions of the surrounding intellectual beings, he wouldn't even be able to detect these secret whistles.
"We have just left Yumen. I really don't know how tense the border between Yanzhou and Qingzhou is."
Feng Xue murmured in her heart, but followed the instructions in the booklet and started walking towards the first village.
Now there are almost no civilians in Yanzhou. Most of the villages here are strongholds rebuilt by martial arts people from various sects. They are like nails nailed into this semi-occupied land, constantly hunting down the surrounding demons. Teach demons to protect the supply line of Qingzhou’s defense line.
What is commendable is that this world does not seem to have the phenomenon of "the front is tight, the rear is tight". Although the protected people in Sizhou do not have to face a large number of demons from the Demon Cult, they are still responsible for logistical tasks. The entire Yanzhou and Qingzhou defense lines Logistics are entirely provided by Sizhou.
But it was probably because Feng Xue was a stranger and did not have enough "trust". Otherwise, when he left the city, the advice given by the soldiers was not to rest for a night, but to go out of the city with the food transport team.
Of course, Feng Xue didn't care about this. He really wanted to meet the legendary demon sect, but he didn't know whether it was good luck or bad luck. Until a roadside restaurant appeared in his field of vision, there was still no one. Encountered the legendary demon cult demon.
This wild store looks a bit like a gas station next to a modern highway. It is just erected beside the road, with the word "wine" hanging on a big flag. Feng Xue took one look at it, and the first thought that came to his mind was It's Maggie Cheung...ah, it's Longmen Inn.
To be fair, no one would think it was normal for such an inn to pop up in a place like this, except for a fool like Tang Seng, but Feng Xue saw two marks under the banner with the word "wine".
"..." Feng Xue took out the booklet and compared it twice to confirm that the two marks were correct. Then she walked into the inn with a grin. Just as the wooden door that was not heavy opened, a pair of eyes fell on it. For a moment, Feng Xue felt that he had been deceived.
Because eight of the ten people sitting in this hotel don't look very human.
The man sitting at the inner table has a very typical image of a strong man and a swordsman. His left hand, from the elbow down, is a thick and smooth tentacle with several barbs on it and an unknown one curled around it. Is it a leg of lamb thing that goes into your mouth?
There is a man and woman at the table by the window. The man has eight eyes on his face, each blinking independently. It makes people feel physically uncomfortable at a glance. The woman is better, but has a cleft on her cheek. There were three blood stains, but looking at the granules that squirmed with the chewing movements in the mouth gave people the feeling of a sharp drop in sanity.
There was probably a swordsman near the door. His sword energy was very sharp, but he looked like a skinny mummy with a pair of big and round eyes, giving people the feeling of a deep-sea creature.
The man in front of the counter, who was probably the accountant, was even more outrageous. His left hand had twenty fingers and he skillfully manipulated three abacus, while his right hand was glued to a pen and he was writing something on the account book with a weird posture.
And at the table in the center of the hall, three men with no facial features at all, only a terrifying mouthpart like a lamprey with countless sharp teeth (doubtful) were sitting in front of the hot pot, constantly stuffing various hot ingredients into their mouths. inside.
With such a scene of demons dancing wildly, Feng Xue felt as if he had entered a monster cafeteria. Almost subconsciously, he put his hand on the hilt of the Virgin of Disintegration, but before he could take action, the sword of the mummy-like swordsman at the door Feng had already pressed down on the hilt of his knife, and the only two normal people in the room waved their hands at him and said:
"Newcomers, don't get excited. We are all fellow warriors. If you look carefully, none of us have any mutations..."
"You still call it no mutation? I'm a little curious about what the style of 'mutation' is..."
(End of chapter)
