Lord of the Desert

Chapter 375 Pure Thoughts

The tenth day of April.

The back garden of the Yunlan City Palace.

The bright red roses are in bloom, burning with passion.

Feng Chengyi gazed at the fiery flowers and imagined in his mind what his wife looked like when she was first married.

That was many years ago.

The harder he tried to recall it now, the more blurred the image that emerged in his mind became - before when he hadn't thought about it, he didn't even realize that he had forgotten it.

Why did she marry me?
Feng Chengyi asked himself for the first time.

He couldn't figure it out, and could only guess that before a certain point in his life, he was a worthless scum.

It’s almost 9am.

Feng Chengyi went to the Qinzheng Hall.

The main hall is ten zhang high and thirty zhang deep, with dragons coiled on the pillars and red-crowned bronze cranes standing on the left and right. Although it is luxurious, it is extremely dark.

The eunuch lit the lamp.

The golden and red walls were covered with distorted shadows; the dragon and crane's eye sockets reflected light and dark shadows, like flickering eyes.

Feng Chengyi knew that he was afraid of Feng Mubai.

The wrath of the Earth Ranking Grandmaster is not something that ordinary people can endure.

The army was also not under his control, and the Biaofengwei and Qianmianfeng who protected him were more like surveillance than protection most of the time.

But Feng Chengyi still did not intend to compromise.

Wearing a golden crown, he can still have some influence over the chips.

"Your Highness, Young Master Tianqing has arrived."

The eunuch reported in a low voice and bowed and left.

The visitor had a cold look and was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old. He was wearing a plain white martial arts uniform with silver patterns.

"Kings."

Feng Tianqing bowed in greeting, not avoiding the scrutiny from the throne.

One of them was a genius on the list, and the other was a king of a titled kingdom. They were of the same generation and well-known to each other, but had never been close.

Because Feng Chengyi has always hated warriors, especially those who became famous at a young age and had extraordinary talents.

But he had no other choice now.

"I already know what your Highness has entrusted to me."

Feng Tianqing took the initiative to speak.

"Since you are here, I believe there must be a way."

The wind carries the mind and eyes, showing expectation.

He saw the other person nod, and a light color appeared on his cheeks.

"Your Highness wants to avenge the princess. His enemies are Duan Tiannan and Hong Fan."

Feng Tianqing walked a few steps inside, waved his hand to drive away the wind and closed the door of the hall.

The candle flame swayed in the wind.

"If we want to attack the Duan family, without the participation of the Zhongcheng and the Tianfeng Army, I really can't think of a way."

"But Hong Fan is much easier to deal with."

Feng Chengyi was overjoyed when he heard this: "I know I didn't find the wrong person!"

Feng Tianqing has a high prestige in the Feng clan and is less afraid of the two Yuanci elders than others.

"What do you want, my dear?"

Feng Chengyi leaned forward and asked bluntly.

"I need one hundred strong men and fifty thousand ounces of silver to purchase the necessary materials."

Feng Tianqing made the request and explained.

"The demand for Fengyunding is growing stronger and stronger, and Zhongcheng has cut off the supply from me."

Feng Chengyi frowned slightly and felt a chill throughout his body.

He had heard of the other's glorious deeds.

Using dozens of ordinary people as materials, Feng Tianqing improved the acupuncture method in the "Tiangang Shenfeng Jing", reducing the difficulty of clearing a total of seven acupuncture points by 30%.

It should be understood that this is an improvement on the Ten Classics-level martial arts, which is rare in Kyushu.

Of course, the fate of the materials is unspeakable.

"Whatever you want, I can give you."

Feng Chengyi pondered for a moment and agreed to the request.

"Tell me more about the plan."

"Hong Fan is in the enemy camp. Even the innate warriors are unable to kill him, so we need Lord Gong."

Feng Tianqing Road.

"The princess is the youngest daughter of the Marquis. This time she was indirectly killed by Hong Fan. In addition, the king can grant some of the vacant positions in the Tianfeng Army to the Gong family."

"But the Red Sand Bandits never leave the center of the Hundred Victory Army."

Feng Chengyi looked slightly gloomy and did not comment.

"Do you think my father-in-law is willing to go?"

Feng Tianqing smiled and shook his head.

"Marquis Gong is no match for Duan Tiannan in a one-on-one situation. In addition, the Hundred Victory Army has two top-notch Xiantian warriors. If one of them goes deep into the enemy's lair and is restrained by the Hun Tian Shu, his life will be in danger."

"The blood feud of a legitimate daughter and some extraneous benefits are not enough for him to risk his life."

Feng Chengyi let out a breath when he heard Feng Tianqing's judgment.

He had already asked Gong Zhengping for help, and this was exactly the result.

"So we need the help of one more person." Feng Tianqing said again.

"Who?"

Feng Chengyi asked.

"Light clouds and thin rain, Tang Shaoyou."

Feng Tianqing kept talking.

"There is a secret method in the Yuanci realm of Thousand Threads of Thought that can consume a large amount of mental energy to imprint a target. With the help of special ritual instruments, the sensing distance can reach hundreds of miles and last for ten days."

This was the first time Feng Chengyi heard this information.

"But the Tang family and the Gong family have been at odds for a hundred years. After the capture of Duanli City, they have even withdrawn from the chaos in Huaiyang. How could they possibly respect my orders?"

He hesitated.

"Naturally, we should appeal to their reason and lure them with benefits."

Feng Tianqing smiled with his teeth showing.

"Although the Tang family and the Baisheng Army have maintained restraint, the hatred has not disappeared."

"Lord Shouyu will certainly not want to directly assassinate the top brass of the Hundred Victory Army, but it should not be difficult to ask him to indirectly provide some convenience."

"I heard that half of the remains of the Tang family's magic weapon 'Pure Thoughts' are in the royal treasury. Your Majesty can use this as a condition - it's just a matter of mutual understanding between Hong Fan and the people. Even if it is leaked later, it will not affect the balance between the Tang family and the Hundred Victory Army..."

Feng Chengyi's eyes lit up when he heard this.

He almost saw the head of his enemy being thrown into the temple.

"Then there is only one question left, how to get Tang Shaoyou and Hong Fan to meet?"

Feng Chengyi smiled.

"It's easy."

Feng Tianqing replied.

He looked directly at the red marks left by the scabs on Feng Chengyi's face.

"Chisha injured my king. As a proud member of Yunlan, Tianqing should fight him to get back his dignity!"

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April fourteenth.

Xun County, the study room of the Tang family’s new house.

Tang Shaoyou sat at the top seat, while Tang Shengwang, Tang Xingqing and two elders of the clan sat on each side.

This is the highest decision-making level in the entire Tang family.

"The conditions given by the royal court are the part of the Pure Thoughts that was taken away by Feng Jianke that year, as well as the corresponding repair materials."

Tang Shaoyou said.

"Combined with the part that Qing'er kept, it can be recast into a second-grade magic weapon within a month."

As soon as these words were spoken, the two elders who were at the state of communication between heaven and man were obviously moved.

The standard of the Earth God Weapon is the ability to connect with the innate spiritual energy independently. Although it is icing on the cake for the Yuanci strongmen, it is enough to raise the destructive power of a force realm warrior directly to the innate realm.

What's more, the two points of pure thought are a shame for the Tang family and have special symbolic significance.

"That's what happened."

Tang Shaoyou glanced at the four people.

"If we agree, Feng Tianqing will issue a challenge letter to the world before May."

"The location is chosen to be Lingbo City, and the Leng family will be the witness."

"At that time, I went to watch the battle and put the heart seal on Hong Fan. Afterwards, I handed the prepared magic weapon to Gong Zhengping, and our work was done."

"Within ten days of the Heart Seal's existence, Gong will be able to locate Hong Fan within a 300-mile radius at any time. If he can't do this, he might as well commit suicide."

When he mentioned Gong Zhengping, he couldn't help sneering.

"Master, did the royal court send Jing Nian here only after confirming that Hong Fan was dead?"

Tang Shengwang asked.

"No, as long as we confirm that the heart seal is effective, the rest is none of our business."

Tang Shaoyou gave a brief answer and then asked a question.

"What do you think?"

"This matter is not risky, so why not accept it?"

Tang Shengwang thought of the deceased Li Xiqi and was the first to express his opinion.

Two elders of the tribe also voiced their support.

"Qing'er, I think this is feasible. What do you think?"

Tang Shaoyou looked at Tang Xingqing who had remained silent.

The latter was the youngest, and was already confused when he saw the four elders all expressed their opinions.

She seemed to want to say something, but after a moment of stiffness, she just nodded randomly.

The matter was settled and the meeting ended.

Tang Xingqing walked home alone. She felt colder and colder as she walked. She was sweating all over. When she returned to the courtyard gate, she tripped over the threshold.

When the continuous black tiles hit her eyes, she felt as if she was on the edge of a cliff, about to take a step into the air and could not recover.

Tang Xingqing lay on the ground for a while, then suddenly rushed back to the house, opened the sword box, and took out her fifth sword.

This is the front two-thirds of the famous gun "Jingnian".

Although it is only the wreckage of the earth god weapon, it is still shiny and shiny, and the blade is still cold.

Tang Xingqing looked at it quietly for a long time.

Until all distracting thoughts are eliminated and the original intention is clear.

Magical weapons are nothing but dead objects.

She couldn't let things go on like this.

(End of this chapter)