Although there are eight major sects in the North, there are actually only four of them that are actually named after the religion.
The Seven Kills Sect, the Wenxiang Sect, the Bagua Sect, and the Earth Mother Sect are the four sects.
There are four others, named Yuyuan Army, Daming Hui, Taihang Thirteen Banners, and Xingxiu Hai.
Some of these eight major forces were originally civilian rebels, some were sectarian gangs, and some were officials in the Jurchen Dynasty. When the Jurchen Dynasty was retreating fifty years ago, they rebelled and declared themselves kings.
The reason why the structure of these eight major forces was able to take shape and remain basically unchanged for fifty years is inseparable from Tai Sui, because the top leaders of these eight major sects all studied martial arts and magic, and after taking Tai Sui, they were completely reborn. He has not aged for fifty years and firmly holds the position of power.
It’s not even just the heyday of this mere fifty years. There are rumors that as time goes by, the top leaders of the eight major sects will become more and more powerful and will not show any signs of aging. They use Tai Sui as an opportunity to achieve their achievements. The Dharma will only become more and more like the real God.
A being of flesh and blood, yet transcendent and holy.
In the restaurant, at Guan Luoyang's table, in addition to the fish fillets of anchovy, six cold dishes and eight stir-fried dishes were all served, and the hot wine was full of flavor.
While eating and drinking, unconsciously, people around their table would naturally ignore their presence, let alone what they said.
Dongfang Jie and others noticed this strangeness. There were no signs of infuriating energy, soundproofing spells or other abilities around them. There was not even any mental control. It was just a natural formation in the downtown restaurant. A place where you can feel clean and speak freely.
Hua Ruoqing told the news about the eight major sects. In addition to some records she read in the Emperor's Dufu Yamen, there was also her own judgment based on the various deeds involving the high-level officials of the eight major forces in the documents.
"In this world, the number of four-star figures is still relatively rare. Among the eight major sects, there may only be Yan Pingsheng, the leader of the Seven Kills, Taoist Priest Jiugong, the leader of the Bagua Cult, the Great Venerable Xingxiu Hai, etc., who are the supreme leaders of a sect. People may be at the peak of four stars, or barely reach five stars.”
"However, in the Tianzi Du Mansion Yamen, the records about these sect leaders have not been updated for several years, and there are many people in the yamen who were hired by the eight major sects. There is no detailed analysis of their sect leaders, and we cannot Too arbitrary.”
In fact, the tasks assigned to the reincarnators by the main god space can often give a glimpse of the reincarnators' strength and overall level in this world.
Back then, Guan Luoyang completed the third of the four major exercises in this world, and combined with the Qingniao Yuanqi, he could only be regarded as a two-star reincarnator.
A two-star, but he can already intervene from the side and influence the situation throughout Cochin.
Dongfang Jie and the others, a total of four reincarnations, still operate as a small team. The tasks assigned to them by the Lord God, apart from team battles, are just to let them interfere with the ownership of a mere city in Tianzidu.
Even this interference mission and the mystery of Tai Sui are placed in the fourth and fifth items of the mission standards. It doesn't matter whether you want to do it or not.
Even if you don't touch these two items at all, as long as you finish the previous team battle, you can still complete the mission.
It can be seen that in today's world, although a few four-stars still have a certain say, if they are placed in some large cities, they may not even have a decisive role.
In just fifty years, the so-called Tai Sui that appeared in the Yangtze River really brought a lot of changes to the world.
Liu Ziyan, a young man with glasses, saw that many wealthy people in the city wore glasses, so he did not hide his glasses. At this moment, he said: "There is no analysis of those leaders, so are there any detailed records of other people who have obtained Tai Sui? "
"We must at least know what the practice system of this world is, and what its style is in general, so that we can make more preparations."
Hua Ruoqing shook her head and said: "There are specific records, but it is difficult to tell clearly which aspect of these people's cultivation system focuses on."
"Because the force value of the masters in this world has basically improved by leaps and bounds in the past fifty years, so there are not that many knowledgeable intelligence talents who are good at summarizing and analyzing. The description in the document is just a simple record. It’s just what those masters did.”
For example, let’s take the simplest performance of lifting a weight of 10,000 kilograms.
If we were in a world where the practice system was relatively stable and there had been no major changes in recent years, there might be specialized intelligence personnel. Their own strength might not be high, but their eyesight would be high enough to analyze what the person was doing when he lifted heavy objects. Was it lifted purely by the physical body, or by some other energy?
Is it normal to do this, or does it rely on some explosive skills?
What's more, you may be able to tell from some seemingly simple performances what kind of sect this person is, and thus infer his birthplace, teacher, background, etc.
In many stories, as soon as two masters meet and fight, passers-by will immediately marvel and explain.
Some passers-by can even directly recognize the secret skills that have been lost for many, many years. This is because there are specialties in the art and people have specially studied in this area.
Of course, it is not ruled out that there are people specially hired by the warring parties to mix among the passers-by and do this kind of commentary work to help heat up the atmosphere.
But in this world, even these experts themselves have only reached this level in recent years, and naturally there are not so many professional and corresponding evaluation talents.
Even the relevant records of the Emperor's Dufu Yazhong are inevitably in a crude mode.
"If you want to know what the local training system is like, don't you just go and try it and you'll know?"
Guan Luoyang put down his chopsticks and said, "In the Tianzi Dufu Yamen, there can be staff from all sides of Nanming and the eight major sects at the same time, and they will not be the top people. It is simply a good nest for you to gain experience."
Liu Ziyan huffed and then suddenly came to his senses.
This young man with glasses still hadn't changed his thinking mode before. If it's a normal team battle, they certainly don't want to expose their existence too early.
Going to the government office to gain experience will certainly give you a certain understanding of the local forces, but it will inevitably reveal some of your team's methods.
But exposing one's own methods is actually unavoidable. Anyway, now that there is a senior following him, it is also beneficial to inquire about the local style early.
For example, if you deliberately disguise yourself, give your own fighting methods, and get some false information to leak out, it may have miraculous effects if you actually encounter an opponent in a team battle in the future.
"Then let the captain and Su go back there to try their hand first. We will observe from the side and respond at any time."
Hua Ruoqing made a decision.
Their captain has no obvious strengths or weaknesses, and it's the same whether it's leaked early or late.
Su Hui's appearance and normal state were specially designed to confuse people in their team.
Dongfang Jie and the others had no objections and were ready to leave.
"etc!"
Guan Luoyang suddenly stopped them, his hand holding the wine glass paused slightly, and he raised his eyes thoughtfully.
The nine clones he created using the divine stone spiritual fetus were not all equally powerful. For example, the clones that were released into the two or three worlds of Return to Immortal Demon Water Margin and True Spirit Electric Energy were all relatively powerful, especially the world of Return to True Spirit Electric Energy. The clone was pushed to the peak of six stars by him.
When checking the situation in the Nanming world at that time, because it had only been fifty years, the clone he put back was only in a four-star state.
However, the potential of the nine major clones is very high, not to mention that the one who relies on the success of this clone is still a ray of mind in the realm of seven-star immortals. It is naturally not difficult to upgrade this clone.
Even in its current four-star foundation state, it still possesses many unique abilities that normal four-star creatures cannot achieve.
For example, "on a whim."
The special method of whim, at the most basic stage, may only detect a little crisis about oneself within a few seconds, which is not too clever.
But in Guan Luoyang's clone, on a whim, it was almost a level where he could instinctively sense the secrets of heaven, and he could sense an important change involving the fortune of the world.
He had just felt that the destiny of the earth was about to undergo a rather drastic change, and the node of this change was not a natural disaster, but related to a person's life and death.
'Southern... With such a degree of change, is the Ming Emperor going to die? '
'No, over in the Ming Dynasty, fifty years ago, the emperor did not dictate the government's affairs. Judging from what I heard on the way into the city, my ears covered the city, and the current personal health condition of the Ming Emperor is not that important. . '
Guan Luoyang felt it carefully and said, "This man is rushing to Tianzidu from the south. Although he comes from the south, he is not from Nanming, but from Sichuan and Shu." '
Guan Luoyang already understood what Hua Ruoqing had just said about the eight major sects.
"You two, don't go to the government office."
He stood up and said, "Let's go directly out of the city and meet the leader of the Seven Kills Sect."
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South of Tianzidu, about a hundred miles away.
An old horse dragged the cart, clattering, on the path in the wilderness.
There was a layer of hay spread on the cart. Yan Pingsheng sat cross-legged on the hay, with his back hunched and wrapped in a thick quilt. He held the two corners of the quilt and folded it up, as if he was extremely afraid of the cold.
Although the pursuers were relentless and extremely dangerous, and he had fallen from being the leader of a religion to this, Yan Ping had a somewhat familiar feeling sitting on this bumpy old carriage.
Thinking back to those days...it was neither far nor close. That was seventy years ago.
Seventy years ago, Yan Pingsheng was still a young man. At that time, he was not called "Pingsheng", which was a bit of a quack, but was called Yan Lei, the son of a rural teacher.
At that time, the Jurchens were fighting against the Southern Ming Dynasty. In order to subdue the people in the north and prevent them from rebelling, they imposed strict laws and severe punishments. In order to raise military expenses, they pacified the army and attacked the Southern Ming Dynasty. They also had to drive the people and exploit the countryside. It was miserable.
In Yan Pingsheng's hometown, rebels frequently appeared to fight against the Jurchens. His mother died early. After his father died of illness, he became even more depressed and wanted to join the rebels. Before leaving, he went to the Fengdong Tower of Qiqu Mountain to see Zhang Xianzhong, the king of the West. green-robed golden statue.
At that time, it had not been many years since Zhang Xianzhong's death. There were many rumors in the countryside of Sichuan and Sichuan. Some said that he was a great hero, and sometimes he was a murderer who deserved death, but death was not a pity.
Outside the temple, someone imitated the stele of Zhang Xianzhong's Holy Edict and erected a stele with a few lines of words engraved vertically, "Heaven has all things and humans, humans have nothing to do with heaven, ghosts and gods are clear, think about yourself."
At that time, Yan Pingsheng saw countless villagers struggling, the Jurchen officers and soldiers were domineering, and the petty officials were hateful. Thinking of Zhang Xianzhong's deeds, he took a knife and pen and carved a poem about seven murders on the back of the stone tablet.
All things are created to nourish people, yet people in the world still complain that God is unkind. I don’t know that locusts are all over the world, causing all the suffering of the people and the kings and ministers.
People are born with high and low status, and noble people grow up to be favored by God. The wealth of life is always determined by God, and the poverty of ordinary people is punished by God.
Suddenly, a madman sharpens his knife at night, and the emperor's star flutters high. From now on, there is no need to worry about killing people.
Disloyal people are said to be killed! Unfilial people can be killed! Unkind people can be killed! The unjust people say they can be killed!
...Kill kill kill kill kill kill!
The poem was completed, and his depression had turned into pride. Yan spent twenty years in joining the army. Although he had developed good martial arts skills, he still had no great achievements in the career of the northern rebels.
Until the war fifty years ago, he went to the riverside battlefield several times and took a portion of Tai Sui meat. After returning to the land of Sichuan and Sichuan, the rebel army was very powerful.
At that time, the poem "Seven Kills" had been rumored for twenty years and was believed to be composed by Zhang Xianzhong's ghost. Yan simply took the name "Seven Kills" for his life.
From the Seven Kills Army to the Seven Kills Sect, after the Jurchens were defeated and retreated outside the Pass, the Seven Kills Sect occupied the land of Sichuan and Shu and prospered.
It has been fifty years, and although I have never been extravagant or extravagant, I have always been pampered.
Yan never dreamed in his life that his noble life would not bring him long-term satisfaction. Instead, he would often be worried about Sichuan and Sichuan affairs, and lose his temper because of his subordinates who were not able to govern according to law.
But now, being chased on the road reminded him of the time when he had joined the rebels alone, and it gave him a different kind of peace of mind. It's a pity that the peace in the pursuit is short-lived after all.
call!
There was waist-long grass on both sides of the path.
Suddenly, a strong hot wind hit, and the green grass with plenty of moisture was blown to withered yellow and ignited.
Wildfires spread and smoke billows.
Fallen grass blades covered the road ahead, and the same scene was behind them.
The fire was raging, and a circle of fire surrounded the old horse and cart in the center.
The old horse was frightened and neighed, its hair was withered and yellow, and it was about to be scorched to death by the high temperature. Suddenly, a hand clicked twice on its back.
Xilulu!
In an instant, the old horse was full of energy, like a divine horse and a strange animal. It broke the rope at once, threw down the cart, flew over the fire, and flew away.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that you, the leader of the Seven Kills, would actually pity the life of an old horse and temporarily regulate its energy and blood to help him escape."
A young man with yellow eyebrows and yellow hair, no beard on his chin, appeared outside the circle of fire.
Yan Pingsheng sighed, turned around, still sitting on the tilted trolley, wrapped in a quilt, looked at the man and said: "My child, I thought that our father and son complement each other. The friendship that has been built for many years will be remembered for life. I really can't think of it." Understand, what did I do to make you betray me like this?"
"You don't even want to call me daddy!"
The man with yellow eyebrows and yellow hair was the helmsman of Shiqu Branch of the Seven Kills Sect, and he was also the most valued adopted son in Yan's life.
However, there was a look of contempt on his face at this moment.
"father?"
boom! ! ! !
The circle of blazing wildfire was suddenly suppressed by a violent breath.
The Shiqu helmsman carries his limbs on his shoulders and shoots out hundreds of powerful air currents in all directions outside.
The air flow hit the ground and spread suddenly, extinguishing the surrounding firelight instantly, and also caused the body of the Shiqu helmsman to suddenly rise into the sky.
Many airflows created shallow pits on the ground, and the interaction after refraction miraculously formed a huge translucent palm print in front of him as the helmsman of Shiqu raised his hand.
In the flash of lightning, Yan Pingsheng's body stepped back.
The quilt wrapped around him was like a silkworm chrysalis. Because he was too fast, it was torn open by his back, forming a neat gap.
When his figure barely exited the coverage area of the palm print, the hollow quilt that still maintained its bulging posture, as well as the cart, no longer existed.
The speed of that palm print was more than twice as fast as the sound. Even if the material forming the palm print was just compressed ordinary airflow, at this speed, it would be enough to blast a deep pit into the ground.
The ground shook suddenly, and the quilts and carts became the residue at the bottom of the pit, compacted like iron blocks, and the difference between wood and soil could not be seen at all.
Yan Pingsheng's figure underwent strange changes. His face became more open and powerful, his body stretched, his beard and hair were like iron, and lion-like fangs grew out of his mouth.
But between his eyebrows, white vellus hair grew outwards, twisting and twisting to the right, like a white jade mark on his eyebrows, clean, soft, and bright.
This is the appearance of the white hair between the brows of the Buddha and Bodhisattva, and the appearance of Manjushri using the lion to defend the Dharma.
He put his hands together and slashed forward, splitting the air waves spreading from the deep pit, and in the air waves, the figure of the helmsman of Shiqu Branch appeared in front of him.
This chop with both hands folded together breaks the waves and then kills the person.
Facing such an angry attack from the Bodhisattva, the Shiqu helmsman swung his arm like a wave and stabbed forward.
Under his stab, the air crushed by Yan Pingsheng's blow turned into layers of barriers visible to the naked eye, which were pierced by his fingertips, like water waves or an extremely soft transparent film. Layers upon layers were draped over him.
If the Samsara team is here at this time, they can clearly judge that this Seven Kills leader has indeed reached five stars.
On the other hand, the captain Shiqu's physique seemed to be only at a four-star level.
But when he took action, he used his physical body to exert an incredible amount of strength.
At the moment when the two collided, the Shiqu helmsman's arm covered with countless layers of transparent air film twisted his five fingers into a fist, and then blasted away Yan Pingsheng's closed hands.
Yan Pingsheng had been injured by him when he was in good condition. He had been escaping all the way until now. The accumulated injuries made him completely unable to resist.
This punch hit Yan Pingsheng's chest, and Yan Pingsheng's shirt burst into pieces. His whole body was suddenly shaken, and the look in his eyes dimmed.
Captain Shiqu retracted his fist and looked at the few red marks on the skin on the back of his hand with some dissatisfaction.
"This body is really too weak, too weak, even weaker than you. But even with this physical body, you can't compete with me if I use it."
"However, with a lifespan of less than a hundred years and a height of less than a foot, you are proud enough to be able to escape under my hands until now."
Captain Shiqu reached out his hand and said, "Come back with me."
He grabbed Yan Pingsheng's belt, tied it with a rope in the middle of the wood, picked up a piece of wood, and headed south.
After walking for an unknown distance, he suddenly noticed someone following him behind him.
"Who doesn't know whether to live or die?"
In the grove, Captain Shiqu left Yan Pingsheng behind, turned to look, and coldly snorted, "Come out."
Two figures, Su Hui and Dongfang Jie, appeared among the trees.
"There are two more. Whatever you are hiding from, come out!"
He turned his attention to where Hua Ruoqing and Liu Ziyan were hiding.
The two people were also very surprised and appeared from invisibility.
Captain Shiqu was about to speak when he suddenly noticed something was wrong from the scenery reflected in the eyes of the four people.
He looked back suddenly.
There was a man in black, right behind him, half-crouching to examine Yan Pingsheng's eyelids.
"That punch of yours actually broke his soul into multiple parts. It was deeply integrated with his body and scattered in various parts. It kept his most complete vitality and made him unable to wake up at all."
Captain Shiqu saw a strange light in the eyes of the young man with black robes and gold patterns.
"With your foundation, how can you do this in a purely physical body?"
That look in his eyes was like seeing an unexpected and interesting prey, full of surprise and joy!
(End of chapter)
