Me, Yuan Fang?

Chapter 413
For the Yaozu, blood is very important, probably because the world environment was different in ancient times, so the Yaozu at that time were generally stronger than they are now.But today's monsters have only two ways to restore the strength of their ancestors, one is to practice, and the other is to go back through the blood.

There are two directions in the way of cultivation. One is through instinctive cultivation. This method will not transform into a human form, but will only make the body stronger and stronger, such as cultivating from a lizard to Godzilla.Or to exercise natal supernatural powers, saying that supernatural powers are actually a unique racial talent, such as the poisonous needle of a scorpion, the trunk of an elephant, etc. The more unique, the stronger.

The other direction is to worship sects such as Buddhism, and transform into a human form to practice human skills. Although this is also a broad road, but the monster race is a monster race after all. If you want to achieve the same strength as humans, you must put in more effort. At the same time, this is also a process in which human nature gradually replaces demon nature.

As for the bloodline traceback, it is relatively harsh. Many creatures today are left over from ancient times, such as snakes, centipedes, carp, etc., all have legends of transforming into dragons, because these creatures have extremely small amounts of dragon blood in their bodies.Usually, it is naturally not felt, but after practice, it can be gradually strengthened or purified.

Of course, if you don’t have blood but want to transform into a dragon, you can just find creatures or things with dragon blood and extract them.

Although the directions of these two methods can be clearly distinguished, they are not absolute. That is to say, they can be chosen at the same time.

It's all possible.

The bloodline tracing method used by Gongsun Sheng is somewhat different, because he is a dragon soul, so he naturally possesses the ability to suppress bloodlines, and can control the memory in the same bloodline chain to a certain extent.

Just like what he is doing now, a big snake that is about to fill half of the street outside is like a rope in his hand at this moment, with its sides hanging weakly, and it seems that there is no ferocity of a snake spirit.

Gongsun Sheng slapped it hard, and the snake spirit immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, and then gradually languished, but the mouthful of blood was extracted by Gongsun Sheng, and the surging mana was exhausted in the blood, as if weaving some kind of mystery The rune, the blood blinked and became a blood-colored mirror frame as thin as a cicada's wings.

The memory of the snake spirit quickly appeared inside the mirror frame.

The picture is a bit blurry, professionally speaking, the resolution is only 120p, but even in such a blurry state, it is enough for everyone to understand.

Gongsun Sheng's bloodline communication method was very successful before. Almost all descendants with dragon bloodlines received the message. They came over mountains and mountains, and told many demons the good news that the demon kingdom was about to be established along the way, so they gradually learned about it. There are more and more monsters of news.

Finally, they attracted the attention of certain beings, and when they were not very far from Bianjing, a team led by a monk stopped them.

The monk was a bit skinny, his clothes were not monkish, and his hat was more like Western Tantric Buddhism. His wrinkled face seemed to be a bit of an eminent monk, but in the eyes of Song Jiang and others, it was a bit of a smile hiding a knife.

This is a monk who is very ostentatious. His team has high carts, and the carts are all innate. The non-monk robes, the hair coiled into weird shapes, and even all kinds of glittering ornaments, really don't care about the appearance at all.

The group of monsters naturally wanted to run away when they encountered such a strange team, but at this time, the sound of chanting "Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately..." sounded in the air, and the snake spirit and the group of monsters lost sight of each other. awareness.

Song Jiangteng stood up suddenly, his face extremely ugly, "Just now that was the authentic Sanskrit sound method of Buddhism, it really is those bald donkeys!"

The blood-colored mirror frame in the air disappeared, and Gongsun Sheng dispersed the spell strangely, "It seems to be a little different from those bald donkeys in the Jingnian Temple just now. I think it's better not to act rashly."

Song Jiang frowned but after thinking about it, he finally endured it, "When will your plan start?"

The gloom on Gongsun Sheng's face was wiped away, and then he said with a smile: "Brother, don't worry, according to my information. The Qing army has been smashing all the way, and the Song army has no power to fight back. Even the rebels from all walks of life have begun to advance again. .”

"Oh? Why is this happening?"

"The troops of the Song army are too scattered, and the number of troops that can reach the front line is too small to withstand the large forces of the Qing army. Therefore, the front-line leader made the decision to retain the remaining force and plan to counterattack, leading the troops to retreat and join the soldiers in the next city. Who Knowing that after the confluence, the chief generals of the two cities had a dispute over the issue of leadership, which delayed the timing of deploying defenses for a while. Finally, when the Qing army attacked again, they could only continue to retreat to the next city to gather troops. "

Everyone had weird expressions when they heard this, especially Lin Chonghuarong and others who had been soldiers, their facial expressions were wonderful.

Gongsun Sheng continued to laugh and said: "This time, the two generals have learned the lessons from the past. After arriving in the new city, they jointly overwhelmed the defenders and gained military power. But the problem is that they ignored the impact of continuous retreat on the morale of the soldiers. The so-called defeat The morale of the former soldiers has affected the new troops, and the entire army has fallen into a negative state, and has been defeated again and again.”

Lin Chong frowned and asked, "Then why did the rebels start to advance?"

Gongsun Sheng looked at him, but he didn't care that he had reached the perfect rank in advance, and replied: "Those soldiers who went to intercept the rebel army heard the battle report from the Qing army's front line, and their hearts were so fluttering that they couldn't fight any more. It is true that the rebels did not advance any further, and the generals gritted their teeth and contacted the guards in all directions to return to King Jingqin."

Lin Chong's expression was complicated, as if he was relieved again, "If we gather all the troops to defend Bianjing, we can fight the Qing army."

Gongsun Sheng raised his eyebrows and sighed inwardly. It would be troublesome if he didn't awaken the demon soul. Lin Chong's judgment had obviously been influenced by human thinking.What can those useless soldiers and generals come back to do?Maybe in the end, the demoralized morale will be passed on to the defending troops, and all the troops that have been defeated will be ruined!
"Some things cannot be forced. Brother Lin should not be stubborn. Those soldiers who died in the battle at Yanmen Pass are probably the last backbone of the Song Kingdom. Do you want to follow in that footsteps, brother?"

Wu Yong got up and patted Lin Chong's shoulder. Lin Chong sighed and said nothing more.

……

At night, outside the city of Bianjing, a team of thousands of people was advancing rapidly. The leader was Qiao Feng, the beggar gang who had a relationship with Zuo Zhou once, and fought with great momentum!
At this time, there was worry in his brows, and he used his lightness kung fu to drive away while looking back, these people from the Jianghu were all he could call, but, if it was just these people, he didn't even have the slightest confidence.

"Brother Qiao, it's up to man to make plans, and God to make things happen! Even if you fail to keep Bianjing this time, don't give up easily. As long as we are alive, we will not let the Qing people dominate this land. "

Beside Qiao Feng, there were two beggars, Song Qingxi, one of the elders of the Beggars Clan, who had white beard and hair and was energetic and energetic, and Wu Changfeng, who was also one of the elders, who was strong and grey, with long hair tied in a bun and wooden hairpin.

"Brother Qiao should take the initiative to go to the leader of the gang to accept punishment when he goes back this time. You are the disciple of the leader of the gang. There is no deep hatred between master and apprentice. What you did this time is really wrong."

Qiao Feng glanced helplessly at the two elders, clasped his fists and sighed: "The Yanmen Gate was breached while Qiao Feng was recovering from his injuries. Qiao Feng feels so guilty now, how can he have the face to accept the position of leader. I just hope that this time I can keep it." Bianjing, but... I really don't understand why the master would not allow me to come."

Song Qingxi shook his head, "You, you are still too aggressive, the leader doesn't agree, he just saw through the situation, this country of Song can't survive, even if all the martial arts masters of the country of Song come. In that case, It's better to keep the vitality and try to rise again."

Wu Changfeng nodded and persuaded: "Yeah, don't you see that the gang leader sent us two to come with you? Our task is to watch over you and don't let you die so stupidly. Great against the Qing army!"

Qiao Feng was not in a high mood, "I can feel the painstaking efforts of the old master, but...he taught Qiao Feng the way of chivalry since he was a child. This is what he knows he can't do, isn't it the way of chivalry?"

"That's not to let you die!"

"As long as it's right, what's the fear of death?"

"..." The two elders couldn't say no to him, they looked at each other wisely and shut up, and when they really couldn't hold on, they knocked him out and took him away.

At this moment, Qiao Feng paused, and the large troops also stopped one after another. Everyone was considered a good master, so they naturally discovered the abnormality ahead.

It was a weird troop, like a sect's propagandist troop, but no one knew this sect, and most importantly, this troop seemed a little weird.

Qiao Feng charged up his palms and was ready to strike at any time. He was about to clap his fists to ask first, but he found that the direction of the other team was not theirs, but the other side.

Everyone turned their heads, and there seemed to be a figure coming slowly under the moonlight under the night, but the moonlight was quite shy tonight, and no one could see who it was in this environment.

But he heard a somewhat hoarse and shrill voice coming from the car in front of him, "Zhao~~zheng~~~"

The figure wrapped in the night paused slightly, and could vaguely see that it was facing them.

"I don't know you, do you want to enter the city?"

The question seemed to have successfully stuck in the throat of the team, and he was unable to make a sound for a long time. Qiao Feng tactfully did not interrupt. After waiting for a quarter of an hour, a voice came out from the team, "No entry." !"

Then the team turned around, and a group of masters with innate realm carried their carts and drove away on top of Qiao Feng and the others.

Everyone was shocked speechless, but Qiao Feng secretly sighed in his heart, so many innate masters are only used to show off for others, it would be great if they could defend their home and country.

(End of this chapter)