"oh?"
Yang Lin became interested.
He was actually moved.
Everything else is nothing, just elixirs and magic weapons. It is expected that the mortal court will not have anything too good. In terms of skills, it just scratched his itch.
From the Double Dragon World of the Tang Dynasty, we directly entered the White Snake World. A longevity formula was used as the fundamental magic formula, and the physical body practiced the divine elephant prison-suppressing technique, which basically relied on the deduction of martial luck values.
Speaking of martial arts, what he learned the most was mortal martial arts.
It cannot be said that mortal martial arts are useless.
However, from the third level to the fifth level, on the road from extraordinary to soul, he actually missed a lot of lessons.
To put it bluntly, the foundation is not strong.
So much so that when fighting now, it's still the same old routine, except for drawing swords and throwing punches.
You said, a legendary semi-immortal who is not much different from a sixth-level true immortal, has basically no magic, and knows nothing about formations, pills, castings, spells, etc.
The Demon Slayer Division has been in business for many years and has the power of a dynasty to collect techniques, so it can always find something suitable for itself.
No matter how bad it is, I am now playing a swordsman. I should have the immortal swordsmanship in the Demon Slayer Division, such as Zhenwu Seven-section Sword, Sword Controlling Technique, Heavenly Sword Technique and other legendary swordsmanship. Watch and learn more, and accumulate more knowledge. Not a bad thing.
Of course, apart from the exercises, what moved Yang Lin the most was actually Cheng Changfeng's last sentence.
Fame and merit.
This guy is right about one thing.
The Tang Dynasty has a vast territory, and not all demons are as stupid as black dragons and wolf demons. They will kill living creatures unscrupulously like a madman. As long as you inquire a little, you can confront them directly.
Most demons and ghosts are causing trouble, and no one can be found if they want to inquire.
Take the case of the female relic ghost in the Governor's Mansion, for example. If you ask ordinary people, they will only know that the former Governor only died of illness, and you would never expect that there was such a cruel and cruel revenge incident.
Of course, that female ghost is also stupid.
Killing a little too much.
The matter was a bit big, and I didn't know how to cover it up.
The more savvy monsters and monsters may even hide among the crowd, secretly cannibalizing people and cholera-inducing all living beings.
He also pretends to be a good person and usually does not show his true face. Without accurate intelligence support, his efficiency in killing monsters will definitely be very poor.
Moreover, joining the Demon Slayer Division can also spread his reputation as the Qingyun Sword Immortal.
What is this, it can contribute to the number one god's avatar's ability to gain faith.
"That's very good."
Hearing Cheng Changfeng's words, Yang Lin simply agreed.
He didn't even ask whether the other party was giving it to a guest or an offering.
Anyway, with the level 5 strength he has shown, his treatment will not be bad no matter what.
Cheng Changfeng's fourth-level cultivation seems to be that of a fifth-level demon slayer. If he doesn't give him a fourth-level title, there is no way he can justify it.
He also inquired clearly.
In the Demon Slaying Division, there is a calculation of merit points. After killing the demon, you can redeem some secret books and techniques. I heard that there are also some powerful immortal arts passed down by the Taoist sects.
Of course, if you want to exchange for some high-level skills, you need a lot of merit points.
Not to mention these.
The two of them settled the matter in just a few words.
Then came the roasted wolf meat feast, and Yang Lin's Qingyunzi Qiyuan clone also entered the world and made a successful start.
I was quite happy.
Cheng Changfeng was even happier.
Needless to say, this year was a fool's errand in terms of merit points and year-end evaluation.
If you recruit a fifth-level master, at least you won't be at the bottom, and your official position will be saved.
The most important thing is that he feels much more at ease.
Ever since the new governor came to Jiangzhou, he always felt like a heavy mountain was weighing on his head. The top provincial governor was willing to take the risk of believing in gods. Can you believe it?
He suspected that after the news leaked, the imperial court would definitely issue a decree to allow him to spy on the information, and to contain the actions of the governor's office. If necessary, he would probably confront the No. 1 scholar head-on.
To be honest, Cheng Changfeng had no confidence at all.
He always felt that maybe one day, he would be pinched to death by the governor.
This can be seen from the various measures taken by the other party since taking office.
The seemingly gentle and elegant No. 1 governor was not a kind-hearted or gentle person.
In three months, seven or eight official houses were confiscated, and more than ten stupid officials were killed. Moreover, their close friends were directly appointed as officials. It has a sense that those who follow me will prosper and those who go against me will perish.
Either don't mess with this kind of person, or beat him to death with a stick.
Cheng Changfeng could not do these two things.
He didn't even dare to sue the other party in the name of Evil God Incense.
I was worried that a conflict would arise and I would become cannon fodder.
But now, with Taoist Qingyun joining him, he feels confident and feels completely safe.
Look at that sword. Not only did it kill the demon wolf, but the aftermath of the sword energy flattened the hills. With such swordsmanship and such cultivation, it must be that if the number one god did something bad, he would be able to put up a fight.
It’s hard to say who will lose and who will win.
Overall, the certainty of saving one's life is ten times or a hundred times greater.
…
Cheng Changfeng was overjoyed to have gained a general, or to have hired a powerful minister. He was in a good mood and spared no effort in praising the Qi Yuan clone. He chatted about everything for a while and was very happy.
And at the Hongjiang Pier where Yang Lin entered the river by boat that day, another group of people came.
Cars rattled and horses rustled.
A group of cavalry opened the way, followed by a convoy of miles behind them.
There was also a flag in the middle, and the big flag with the word Wei fluttered in the wind. The five-story ship in front docked, and the sound of shouting could be heard far away.
"Master Wei, it's getting late. Please board the ship as soon as possible. It's best to be careful when you go on duty this time."
A middle-aged man in a green shirt waved, and a servant brought a cup and plate, filled two glasses of wine, picked up one glass, and drank it all in one gulp, "I wish Mr. Wei a safe journey."
"Thank you for your good advice, Liangping. Don't worry too much. Others don't know who the governor of Jiangzhou is. Don't we know? He doesn't dare to do anything to me. Although Sima's official position is only the fifth rank, but... With inspection privileges, some things are much easier to do.”
Wei Wuji was dressed in a white robe, looking elegant and unrestrained. He looked to be in his twenties, with a careless smile on his face. He seemed not to take this mission seriously.
"I admit that he is better at fighting, but as an official, he is really not good at it. Especially after he is used to the straight-forward nature of battlefield battles, he is very rough when it comes to doing things.
If this kind of person is calm and honest, then that's fine. If he has other ambitions, hehe..."
Wei Wuji sneered, and also picked up the wine glass and drank the farewell wine, "Father, I can't say hello sooner or later. I hope Liangping can give you a few kind words..."
"Of course."
The middle-aged man smiled gently, and the two of them said goodbye.
Wei Wuji, with the support of his maid, went forward immediately. Guards on both sides were guarding him vigilantly, and he was about to board the boat.
As soon as he stepped onto the bow of the boat, he saw some people kneeling and kneeling not far from the pier, downstream.
Some people were singing ancient songs, jumping and dancing, and among the smoke curling up, you could see chickens, ducks, pigs, sheep and other offerings in front of you.
Wei Wuji's face darkened, and he said in a deep voice: "Sacrifice to the River God, or worship the Dragon King? How can this be unreasonable? There are such ignorant people not far from Chang'an. Go and capture them with a few people, and bring them to the local government for strict investigation."
"No, that thing is here, please use the magic sword."
Wei Wuji's eyes flashed, and he saw black shadows flashing in the water. Offerings such as chickens, ducks, pigs, and goats were swallowed up in one big mouth, and the people below cheered and prostrated.
He held the sword in his hand and slashed forward.
A ray of golden light was waved out, thunder exploded in the sky, and the black shadow howled miserably, then rolled and turned white on its belly, floating on the water.
Trembling.
Everyone saw clearly that it turned out to be a huge herring, which seemed to be as big as a small boat.
"It turns out to be fish monsters. These things are good at scaring people, so they can get incense sacrifices and blood and food supplies. It is not a pity to die."
hold head high……
The big fish had just turned white when suddenly there was a strong wind and huge waves. A huge dragon head stuck out from the river, staring at everyone on the boat with a pair of blood-red eyes.
As the waves surged, the people who were worshiping were so frightened that they rolled over and wailed.
"The Dragon King is angry, the Dragon King is angry."
It's like the end is coming.
The dragon head saw Wei Wuji on the bow at a glance, glanced at the golden sword in his hand, shrank his eyes slightly, and shouted: "It turns out he is the young master of the Wei family. Even if your father is here, I don't dare to kill him at will." My descendant of the Dragon Palace, you are so brave."
"Hey, who is it? It's the old dragon of Hongjiang. I don't know who is too brave. Aren't you afraid of being stabbed on the dragon cutting platform? Even if you climb the Western Spirit Mountain, you are just a slave pulling a cart and carrying people. How can you What can I do?"
Wei Wuji was not afraid at all.
This is the benefit of having a backer.
"Okay, okay, I'll let you go for now. I'll find an explanation from Wei Zheng tomorrow and see how he taught his son?"
The old dragon was so angry that his beard was knotted. He was so angry that he made waves, but he didn't dare to rush forward. He turned around and took the seriously injured and dying big fish, sinking into the water and disappearing.
"It's not that bold."
Wei Wuji chuckled, waved his hand, and ordered the boat to sail.
…
The old Dragon King returned to the Crystal Palace and roared for a long time. With the comfort of Long Po, Gu Xiang, and his generals, he finally calmed down his anger.
He walked to the quiet room and looked at the body of "Chen Guangrui" on the couch. He was motionless, his eyes flashing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
