fifth form

Chapter 145 The Weakest and the Strongest of the Same Rank

No matter how good the horses in Chang'an City are, they cannot run continuously for [-] miles.

But with the most urgent command flag of the imperial court, the horses in the post stations in various places can be directly requisitioned, which makes it possible to travel day and night.

In just three days, the carriage had crossed thousands of rivers and mountains and entered a sparsely populated area.

Lingnan.

This is a residence for exiles and a gathering place for the frustrated.

In this area, there are too many official families assigned by the imperial court.

But even though the imperial court continued to send out eliminated talents, the Lingnan barbarians were still rampant.

In front of the people's carriages, several bridle cables were quickly pulled up, and the palace guards driving the carriages quickly reined in the horses that were about to run forward.

"Horolororo!"

There was a strange cry, and several clusters of weeds and leaves flew up on the side of the uneven road, and more than a dozen naked men with colorful faces came out holding bows and arrows and sharp guns.

"They have taken a fancy to our mounts, and they want our clothes!"

Dong Zhongshu lowered his eyes from the white cloth, he listened for a few seconds, and then translated the difficult language spoken by these men.

"Master Dong is such a pedantic man that he even knows the language of the barbarians in the South of the Five Ridges," Sima Xiangru praised.

"It's not difficult to learn a language. If Changqing is willing, he can learn it in ten and a half months." Dong Zhongshu said, "I'm also envious of Changqing's talent in Cifu and piano!"

"What's my skill?" Sima Xiangru said with a smile: "If I really want to wait for me to reciprocate and play the piano to defeat the enemy, I'm afraid my head has already been chopped off eighteen times!"

"You don't need to laugh at yourself, you are unique, as long as you use it in the right place, your role is irreplaceable," Dong Zhongshu said.

"It's just a foil!"

Sima Xiangru shook his head indifferently.

It is not a matter of a day or two that his talent is not recognized. Even though he has been an official by Emperor Jing's side for several years, Emperor Jing still doesn't even remember his name.

And now he came to work with the crown prince, and the crown prince never asked his name, so he was still unsuccessful.

Sima Xiangru felt that it was difficult for him to stand out in the Han Dynasty.

He took out the Jiaoweiqin, stretched out his hand and plucked the strings, just as the sound was playing, he saw a feathered arrow coming through from more than ten meters away.

"Look!" Sima Xiangru complained.

He doesn't care about safety.

In front of him, Dong Zhongshu took out his fan, and when he opened it, the feathered arrow flew back in the opposite direction.

The sound of feathered arrows piercing through the body and the sound of the palace guards slashing with swords sounded almost simultaneously.

Naturally, the barbarians were no match for the palace guards, but Sima Xiangru was really heartbroken.

As a great cultivator of the Transformation Body Realm, he is probably the weakest Great Transformation Body Realm cultivator.

It is impossible to wait until his Fu and Qin skills defeat the enemy within a few minutes.

Such a long casting time is enough to make him die ten or eight times.

Even he had a hard time fighting these little minions.

Without Dong Zhongshu's protection, the barbarians could seriously injure him with one arrow.

"Why should Changqing think about defending against the enemy alone, assisting others is also the magic of piano skills," Dong Zhongshu said.

"I don't like those who are weak, and I don't like me when they are strong." Sima Xiangru spread his hands and said, "How can I help?"

"It seems that my strength is neither strong nor weak!"

Dong Zhongshu laughed, making Sima Xiangru's face a little more rosy.

His position is awkward, and Dong Zhongshu is not much better.

Dong Zhongshu has the most unique reputation in the realm of supernatural powers. This is a high praise, but this is only limited to the realm of supernatural powers.

Compared with those cultivators in the solipsistic state in the imperial court, Dong Zhongshu, who was in a lower state, was also unable to do anything, so he could only maintain teaching and learning everywhere.

It is not as good as the top, but more than the bottom. It is difficult for Dong Zhongshu to be reused by Emperor Jing of this kind of intermediate level.

Sima Xiangru was frustrated in his official career, and Dong Zhongshu was not much better.

In the Great Han Dynasty, if they couldn't climb high in the court hall, it was undoubtedly difficult for them to obtain the cultivation materials they wanted.

This is also the reason why Dong Zhongshu and Sima Xiangru were amazed at the Prince's taking out the psychic jade, and even Dong Zhongshu was ashamed to ask for a deal.

The price the prince can pay is too heavy for them, and it is even difficult to achieve it in this life.

"As long as Mr. Dong succeeds in doing this, you will definitely be able to be reused when the crown prince ascends the throne in the future." Sima Xiangru said seriously: "At that time, you will definitely step into the solipsistic state, and you may even enter the true self state!"

"It's really me!"

Dong Zhongshu sighed quietly.

If the cultivation resources are sufficient, he has the confidence to step into the solipsistic state, but Dong Zhongshu does not necessarily have the confidence to step into the true self state.

No one has the confidence to talk nonsense across a large realm.

Especially the Real Self Realm, the highest ladder of practice.

Dong Zhongshu was somewhat unwilling.

If he had enough cultivation resources, why would he gain the reputation of 'the most unique spell in the supernatural power realm'.

It's not because he has enough realm and can't break through the ranks, he can only develop in the art, and finally won this reputation.

The higher one's practice is, the more inseparable from the support of external objects, and the requirements will even become higher and higher.

Dong Zhongshu was obviously unable to pay the price for this foreign object.

He had to waste time in the practice of spells.

The older you are, the harder it is to step up your practice.

Dong Zhongshu didn't know if he would have a chance to stand up, at least it was difficult for him to get support from Emperor Jing.

But the prince is young, and it has been too long since he ascended the throne to control the Han Dynasty.

By then, he already knew that Destiny had begun to enter the sixtieth age, and no matter how much cultivation resources there were, it was meaningless.

Dong Zhongshu and Sima Xiangru felt some urgency in their hearts, but they were very sensible and did not mention Zhang Xuezhou.

If ordinary school practitioners would care about Zhang Xuezhou's life and death, seeking money, murdering his life and eating clean is the correct posture for practicing upward.

But for Dong Zhongshu, who practiced Haoran Zhengqi Jue, he can ask, trade, and give up, but he will not force it.

He pursues a dignified righteousness, and does not want to distort this righteousness.

For people like him, the practice may be very difficult.

But once he is successful in cultivation, it is difficult for anyone to defeat him from the front.

Dong Zhongshu shook his fan lightly.

There was a trace of firmness in his eyes, and a kind of domineering temperament.

"It's a pity we can't repeat Kong Sheng and Meng Sheng's convincing people with virtue!"

Dong Zhongshu firmly believed that he should be one of the strongest in the supernatural power realm, and if he could climb further, he would definitely become one of the strongest.

He felt a little regretful that he couldn't ascend to a higher level.

But as the carriage crossed the barbarians and moved forward again, when it stopped in front of a high mountain, Dong Zhongshu stopped his thoughts.

"I also ask Dr. Dong to perform the spell again to locate Chu Bugui, and we will capture him at night!"

Outside the carriage, Wei Qing's voice was courteous.

This made Dong Zhongshu open the curtain of the carriage.

He looked at the already dark sky, then nodded.

Compared with all kinds of crazy things caused by catching and not returning during the day, night is obviously a good time to act.

If you strike while the other party is asleep, then you don't need to spend a lot of effort.

The previous operation did not cause the perception of no return, and he performed the operation again must have the same result.

Dong Zhongshu was very confident, as long as he hit his trick for the first time, the opponent couldn't dodge it the second time either.

"Master Dong, Manqian has a physical problem. When night falls..."

On the carriage behind, Zhang Qian also jumped off the carriage.

Hearing that Dong Zhongshu was going to perform surgery again, he pointed to the silent carriage, and then vomited Zhang Xuezhou's bitterness there.

"Asleep... In fact, it is easier for people to cooperate with casting spells when they are asleep." Dong Zhongshu said: "He has endured my spells before, and he does not resist my spells again. Our spells are not too difficult for others!"

"Extremely, extremely," Sima Xiangru echoed, "With His Royal Highness' Baoyu self-defense, Master Dong's technique will not cause any harm, Master can perform the technique."

Briefly explaining the situation clearly, Zhang Qian carried Zhang Xuezhou off the carriage and put him on the ground.

Dong Zhongshu stretched out his hands to pinch the Jue, a roll of white cloth rolled out, and then wrapped him and Zhang Xuezhou inside.

(End of this chapter)