"You..." General Wuxia asked his men to stop, looking at the genuine iron plate, his face was uncertain, "Do you really think we are afraid of you Mingzhu Palace? Wuxia and Mingzhujing are not in conflict with each other, if you take the initiative to provoke We also have reason to kill you."
"But Ren Jia was not killed by me, and I don't admit it."
While speaking, Tang Ping input his yin power, and the iron plate lit up with a white light. The white light converged into an old man. This was the King of Nanlu.
"What's the matter?" King Nanlu asked.
Tang Ping simply explained what happened. King Nanlu understood what happened and immediately understood that Tang Ping wanted to shirk responsibility. After all, his apprentice killed Ren Jia, and Tang Ping was not good at fighting.
Regardless of this, Tang Ping still has value, and with the excuse, King Nanlu felt that he could keep it. After thinking for a moment, he said: "Since it was a traitor, you should go find the traitor. Tang Ping, Don’t hide any clues the other party needs from you.”
"The traitor ran to the northeast. If you want to chase him, go ahead." Tang Ping said half-truthfully.
This world is very large, and it has deviated from some directions, so it is normal to not be able to find it.
"Also, if we negotiate terms, at least let people at the level of Jiu Qing come over."
Although King Nanlu is a small barbarian country, his cultivation is at the peak of Qi refining. The three or five Qi refining powers in Mingzhu Divine Palace and the seven or eight allies are not large enough for Wuxia to fight with half a hand.
But the Mingzhu Shrine unites the surrounding countries by relying on the candle-bearing snake god who suppresses everything, an existence that even the Wuxia King with unparalleled cultivation is afraid of.
Hearing these words, the general smiled coldly and said: "Okay, let's assume you win. I am Jiang Ying. I will guard Rencheng from now on. I don't believe I can't catch you."
"Haha, please." King Nanlu nodded to Tang Ping, and then said: "Turn in three times the elixir this month."
"That's natural." Tang Ping agreed happily. It was just an ordinary pill, no big deal.
"Don't let me get the handle, not at all..." Jiang Ying gritted his teeth and repeated again.
"Ahem, whoever is clean will be cleansed himself." Tang Ping said without fear at all, "If nothing happens, please leave, I am afraid of life."
"snort!"
Jiang Ying snorted coldly, took his men on the dragon boat and disappeared.
After everyone left, Tang Ping murmured to himself, "This iron sign is quite useful."
"Hmph, what an arrogant scoundrel. Except for Dongfang, all these strangers have the same virtue. For such a crazy person, I would have beaten him at least twenty times a day when I was young." Shitou Weng, who had just been silent, spoke up.
Most of the Haidai Qi practitioners are mortals who have acquired cultivation. They usually take some kind of medicine unintentionally and then find out the cultivation method. People like them only believe in themselves and do not believe in the so-called ancestral gods, so they have relationships with various factions in the interior. Lots of conflict.
"Come on, wait until you, the old man, know how to move before bragging." Tang Ping said sarcastically.
"Wait! I will be the first to hit you on the head when I come out!" Shitou Weng was so angry that he wanted to jump up and hit someone immediately.
"Haha, come here then."
The Golden Gate slowly rose from the ground. Tang Ping walked into the cave, carried the jade tripod inside the cave, and moved it outside little by little.
It’s not that he deliberately made Shitou Weng angry. Tang Ping could clearly feel that this old guy was becoming less and less emotional as a person, becoming more and more taciturn, and his reactions were extremely slow. If he didn’t provoke this old guy, he might actually become a piece of cake in the end. A big rock.
Tang Ping placed the jade cauldron in front of the wooden house, and the clouds suddenly came to the sky, just as he was about to feast.
Tang Ping took out water jade (crystal), as well as sulfur, red jade, saltpeter and other main materials, plus miscellaneous spiritual objects.
The jade cauldron lit up the fire, and the materials were thrown into the cauldron in order. The grass and trees were refined by the magic fire into pools of liquid. The liquid emitted a strange fragrance, and the fragrance entered the clouds and was absorbed by Yunduo Yaoji.
The water jade red soul pill is the elixir of Chi Songzi. The purpose is mainly to use water jade to provide energy. As for other spiritual objects, it is easier to find them. There are a lot of them in Jianxia Ghost Market.
For those who have a deeper understanding of the art of alchemy, the materials used become more unpretentious. In Akatsuki's understanding, water jade contains the water essence of heaven and earth, and other materials are just an introduction to inspire the water essence of heaven and earth.
Therefore, the cost of the elixir is not expensive, but the refining techniques and fire control requirements are higher.
Tang Ping did not use Chisongzi's method, but used the Lingbao Five Elements Alchemy Manual that he had understood. He had now formed his own methodology and only needed to perfect it step by step.
After a long time, the elixir was hot and emitted a strange aroma.
Tang Ping took it out and took a look. This elixir was almost completely transparent, with a trace of impurities inside. However, it was okay to eat it. At most, it would make the body stiff and the consciousness unable to react.
Many people have tried the medicine on themselves in advance.
Tang Ping swallowed it in one gulp, and the cool energy flowed through his limbs and bones.
Pills are to replenish what is consumed in practice. Without enough pills, it would be difficult to practice the technique once a day. After all, the soul is missing a lot.
After a long time, Tang Ping slowly opened his eyes, stood up, stretched, continued to refine one, and stored it.
Soon, Tang Ping went to the underworld.
Under the underworld altar, Zhang Fu guards a big black jar.
The mouth of the altar is sealed with various charms, the mouth of the altar is poured with rooster blood, and incense is burned every day.
This is the weapons-refining altar that waves flags and shouts for rampant soldiers. The altar that could originally hold fifty ghosts now only worships one.
"how was it?"
A black mist suddenly appeared, and Tang Ping walked out of the mist.
"Hui Shen Hou, we are almost successful. The cost this time is not small." Zhang Fu said.
The disheveled hair is used to practice hunting in the mountains, and the hunting in the mountains is used to practice waving flags and shouting.
I can't bear the loss of a single soldier.
Wow!
For a long time, there was a dark wind, and a ghost stood nine feet tall, with eyebrows like blazing flames and an indigo complexion. Two big yellow flags were crossed behind his back, looking majestic and majestic, like a general.
Tang Ping has already imagined the scene of gathering together ten thousand people and the flags filling the sky.
He stamped a new talisman again and said to Zhang Fu: "This is a success. Continue practicing in this way."
"yes."
After arranging the affairs, Tang Ping went to pay homage to the Mirage God, and took the opportunity to see the Fish Lady in the Water Pond, and Xiong Ying, who was congratulating the third generation of Xiong Ying. However, he was told that the three of them were in seclusion.
Tang Ping thought to himself that it was Xiong Ba who had learned the Zhu Rong Fire Body and allowed the three guys to find a way forward, so they chose to retreat.
I went to the underworld and met many new wandering gods. I didn’t know these new people very well, and most of them couldn’t name them.
Tang Ping returned to the cave in disinterest. Most of his former subordinates had gone through difficulties with him. Although they were superiors and subordinates, they could still talk and occasionally joke.
Nowadays, most newcomers are cautious and respectful when they see me. It is impossible to have the same people as before.
Back in the cave, Tang Ping sorted out his belongings.
Currently, he has three more precious magic weapons on his body, two stone chickens, half a hundred beautiful pictures, and the body of a snake that has not yet been refined.
After he became more familiar with it, Tang Ping prepared to use secret techniques to strengthen it for more than a dozen levels to increase his strength again.
There is no time on the mountain.
Bored day after day, refining elixirs, practicing magic, and occasionally going out to socialize.
The surrounding crisis has been calmed down, and the fierce competition has turned into a secret confrontation.
This night the practice was completed.
The moonlight on the body surface disappeared, the appearance returned to normal, the underworld dragon disappeared from the void, and the big earth snake was still breathing in the essence of heaven and earth.
The cave is surrounded by a gray border, a bit like an invisible wall, and the stone palace walls are painted with colorful patterns using vegetable oil paint.
It is marked with water potential and terrain, as well as forces of different colors.
This map forms a complex water network with the Yangtze River, Han River, various tributaries, and the Yunmengze water system.
In this map, the Chu State is in the center, and the four original Jing State forces of Jing and Peng are in the north. The total land in the four directions is four times the size of the Chu State.
Originally in a split state, Jiang Feng, who was in the Dinxia realm above Qi refining, returned and reunited the various forces.
The forces involved in these Yu Renqing are the life and death enemies of Chu State and Tang Ping. From now on, the battle between the two sides will continue, and Tang Ping is thinking about Yu Renqing's three dishes and one soup.
To the east is a vast wasteland with many tribes mixed in. These tribes are also physically powerful, and the surrounding forces call them Baiyue.
The name Baiyue sounds a bit barbaric, but in fact it is not. The ancestors of Baiyue are the Tianhuang clan. They are the descendants of the Tianhuang clan. The Tianhuang clan is said to have twelve heads.
Before the emperor's capital was moved to the Northern Central Plains, it was in the Liangzhu area of Baiyue.
"This place was developed by Du Yu." Tang Ping drew a line.
The Yelang Kingdom in the west is close to the Chu Kingdom. With the character of the Mirage Dragon God and the demon tribe, it is definitely not enough to get these. They will use various excuses in the future. Of course, they are now afraid of the Stone Chicken and they should not act rashly.
To the west is the Otiao Kingdom, Baipu Kingdom, Yong Kingdom, etc., and to the south is the Jade Kingdom, as well as the Wuxia Ancient Kingdom, which occupies tens of millions of square kilometers in the southwest, and there are some small countries on the edge and in the middle.
There is no real control over this kind of territory, and it is normal to have a state within a state that is not subject to control.
These are also the enemies of Chu.
"We must defeat them in the future..." Tang Ping thought to himself.
No matter what, the entire south must belong to the Chu State, so that it can have the capital to dominate the world.
It can't be used as a backdrop this time.
When Xiong Ba Zhang Wulang broke through the energy refining, he began to expand outward.
When Tang Ping was thinking about the way forward, the jade talisman in the cave lit up.
It turned out to be a message from Meishan Zhang Wulang.
"Marquis Shen, we have found the remains of the Dongling Bird Master, and discovered a way to offer sacrifices to Emperor E's daughter."
"Finally I found it..." Tang Ping walked out of Qunyushan Cave alone and flew towards Meishan.
Meishan is still covered with clouds and cigarettes are forming clouds.
Many navy masters sat in meditation and practiced secret techniques.
The breath he exhaled stirred up white clouds, and he sweated like rain.
Wild dogs, evil tigers, and miasma demons live in harmony here.
In addition to the black altar, the largest altar on the mountain also has many small soul refining altars. This is the ghost refining strategy developed by Zhang Wulang.
Ghost soldiers can be summoned to the black altar every fifteenth to practice. After reaching a certain level, they can be on call to help the navy kill enemies.
A strong wind blew up, the cigarettes swayed, and Tang Ping suddenly appeared above the altar.
"Shenhou!" Zhang Wulang stood up and saluted.
"Yeah. Long wait."
Zhang Wulang took out pieces of strange yellow paper from the storage bag. As soon as Tang Ping got his hands on it, he noticed that there was something wrong with the paper. The texture was as soft as silk cloth.
Human skin?
It should still be the most essential part of human skin.
It records the contents of the sacrifice in strange bird scripts, which are the most commonly used scripts among southern tribes. Tang Ping has lived for more than three hundred years, so he naturally knows this knowledge.
"Yu Shun had a great reputation and was one of the five emperors. At the beginning of Deming and Shun, Emperor Yao married two concubines, Huang Ying, and Shun succeeded Yao. Shun toured the south and died in Cangwu. The two concubines went to look for him and found out that Shun was dead and buried nine Yishan Mountain. The two daughters of Emperor Ying hugged the bamboo and cried. They died with tears, staining the green bamboo with their tears. Shun died in Xiang, and the southern barbarians called him the King of Xiang, and Emperor E's daughter Ying was also called the Lady of Xiang."
"Mrs. Xiangjunxiang... turns out to be Shun and Ehuang Nüying."
Except for Yun Zhongjun who made soy sauce all day long, Tang Ping had never seen other gods in mythology, such as Shao Siming, Da Siming, Xiangjun and Mrs. Xiang.
It turns out to be here.
The human skin paper also records the method of worshiping the goddess of Xiangshui, which requires the use of tear bamboo, night pearls, shark oil and a water god as sacrifices.
There is also a line of small writing at the bottom. The writing is very new. It should have been added by the bird wizard later.
The general idea is that Shun's tour of the south was not to celebrate his achievements and enjoy the worship of various ethnic groups, but to search for the elixir of the Emperor of Heaven. The Emperor of Heaven should refer to one of the three emperors. According to legend, the Emperor of Heaven hid the elixir of death in the eight compartments, and the eight compartments are eight house.
The elixir is guarded by the yellow bird, and the yellow bird's subordinate is the black snake.
The subsequent development was the same as the story Tang Ping had heard before. The Yellow Bird and the Black Snake were competing for the elixir, and each seemed to have grabbed one, thus evolving into the current Snake-Man and Feather-Man race.
There were another six copies lost in various places. Shun was looking for the southern magic medicine, but Shun had some bad luck and died while searching for the elixir.
Therefore, the Big Bird Wizard thought that perhaps Ehuang Nvying knew the whereabouts of the elixir.
"Elixir of death..."
Tang Ping murmured to himself, of course he was interested in the elixir, and the ancient gods as well.
If we get their help, reunification of the South will be just around the corner.
The difficulty of the sacrificial ceremony lies in a water god and Xiang Fei's Tears Bamboo.
Xiang Fei's Tears Bamboo requires 9,999 pieces to build an altar. The Birdman Wizard must have scraped together this material, but he doesn't know where it was lost.
A living Xiangfei bamboo is also needed.
This can only be found slowly in the ghost market.
Tang Ping accepted the human skin paper and will study towards this goal from now on.
Being idle during the long years is also idle.
Might as well find something to do.
Tang Ping said to Zhang Wulang: "You should pay more attention on weekdays and see if you find anything."
"yes."
"Are there any problems here in the human world?"
"No problem. Xiong Ba is in seclusion. He will also be in seclusion in the next few days. Besides us, there are eight wandering gods in the world. Do you want to meet them?"
"No need."
In a few decades, it is estimated that almost all the Fourteen Gods of Yushan will be wandering gods, and wandering gods will not be so valuable by then.
"By the way, disciple has one more thing to report."
"What's the matter?"
"The Stone Chicken seems to be a tool made in an overseas country and used to fight against the merchants of Dayi. Its original form is the East China Sea Whale Chicken. It does not need to be resurrected. It only needs to find a way to control it."
"It seems that my control methods are similar."
In this case, there is no need to find a method, just use the magic method to control it.
After arranging matters in the human world, Tang Ping returned to the cave to practice.
Ten years later.
Du Yu would still fly pigeons to deliver letters every few years, but there had been no movement in recent years.
Zhang Wulang passed through the Jianxia Ghost Market and collected one or two hundred Xiangfei bamboos one after another.
Late at night, the moonlight on the Yushan Mountains gathers together, lingering for a long time, with heavy light and shadow, like a wonder in the heavenly palace.
Inside the cave, there is a moonlight incense glazed body, and the entire cave is illuminated.
After a long time, the moonlight slowly dissipated, revealing Tang Ping's original appearance, with black and white appearance and three eyes.
Indestructible incense and glass body (1/10000) is completed. Taiyin refining method (10000/10000) is perfect,
After ten years of practice, the taiyin refining method has been perfected, the incense and glazed body has been completed, and the divine beating and flag-waving shouts have been accomplished.
Red pine nut refining technique (10000/20000).
Sure enough, he inherited the perfect level of proficiency from the Taiyin Refining Technique, and the Chisong Nut Refining Technique is a little bit better every day.
There are still 10,000 points left until the mid-term.
It takes about twenty-seven years.
Ten years later.
Qunyu County.
At night, lanterns hang all over the county town, and young men and women wear the latest clothes and go to the lantern festival in twos and threes. Although many places still reveal the atmosphere of ancient times and simplicity, they are almost the same as the ancient times that Tang Ping is familiar with.
There is no great defense between men and women in this world, both women and men boldly show their love.
Today is Qiqiao Festival, a day for single men and women to seek a mate.
As long as you see the person you like, go forward and send a lantern. If the person accepts it, it will be successful, but not vice versa.
"Do you know the origin of the Qiqiao Festival? So, so, so, so..." An old man who looked like a poet was talking among the crowd.
As for the origin of the Qiqiao Festival, the poet said it originated from the ancient Zhurong period.
Poets are real mortals, and their legends are almost heard from some magical beings in the mountains and forests.
That's right, a certain god started to make up random stories and spread them based on his age and seniority.
Anyway, he is old and can not only adapt it, but even make it up randomly.
Among the crowd, a handsome scholar in white clothes was walking around with a petite and handsome book boy.
"Ji!"
"Lord Shenhou, my name is Ji Li."
"Li, how about this mortal festival? It has been held for fifteen years. Hey, I am really worried about the population."
Tang Ping looked around while claiming credit.
At this time, he found that the crowd was making noise, coming from the direction he was coming from.
Could it be that the divine power of the Shenhou was leaked? Can't it be covered like the bright moon in the sky?
(End of chapter)
