Starting from the Valkyrie, pushing across the ages

Chapter 10
The Martial Arts Conference is a grand ceremony held only once every ten years in the Great Xia. It brings together the world's new martial arts fighters and veterans from all sides to exchange martial arts.

Since the establishment of the Great Xia Dynasty, the Wuhui has been the hall most desired by the people in the Jianghu. Legends of becoming famous in the first battle, being selected by the court, and being named princes and generals are not uncommon.

However, since the promulgation of the ban on martial arts, the scale of the last martial arts meeting has been reduced by more than a hundred times. It was only held in a corner of Qianzhou, and the imperial court did not even send anyone to participate.

There were several martial arts rookies in that martial arts meeting, but they disappeared within a few years. Some died inexplicably in the wilderness, and some simply couldn't even find their corpses.

Those who do this kind of thing, except the court, don't think about it.

Today's Qianzhou is tantamount to a country within a country.

Although there are government offices in various places, the actual power holders are still those major martial arts sects.

The emperor ordered not to go to Fucheng, and some sects claimed to have more than ten thousand disciples, but in fact they were all private troops raised by them.

No king would tolerate such a special existence in his own territory.

Now that the court suddenly took out such a treasure as the refreshing pill, it was undoubtedly to send a signal to Qianzhou.

The imperial court has once again possessed the power to create great masters of martial arts. Once the imperial court has more trump cards than Qianzhou, Qianzhou will change hands in an instant, and these great masters of martial arts will be doomed.

This martial arts meeting was clearly a warning before the court showed its fangs, and even wanted to take down Qianzhou without bloodshed.

"The imperial court is the imperial court after all. I'm afraid it will be difficult to resist the small corner of Qianzhou. If there is a war, it will be the common people who will suffer."

The woman in the purple skirt sighed softly, with a hint of sadness on her brows.

"Don't worry, after 14 years, the strength of that Demon Slayer True Monarch has become even more terrifying. It only took two moves to kill that Grand Master."

The man in white sneered: "The imperial court can't deal with it now, and I want to use the hands of seniors to suppress the demons together. This martial arts meeting is because the imperial court is asking for my martial arts."

Hearing what he said, everyone around had different expressions, and there was a gasp.

Two moves to kill the world's great master of martial arts, who else can stop this demon?

Outside the tea shed, Shen Qing got up slowly, did not listen any more, and continued to head towards the depths of Qianzhou along the official road.

The dispute between the imperial court and Qianzhou involves too much, but these have little to do with her at present.

Find a remote town, hide your name, secretly practice martial arts, and after two years, return to the imperial capital to help Yuzhen escape, this is the real business.

As for the Devil Slayer True Monarch, Shen Qing can only hope that he has not been completely eroded by the blood of the gods. If he really becomes a complete evil god and is fully awakened, there will be a bloody catastrophe throughout Great Xia.

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The management of Qianzhou is quite chaotic, and it is not a lie to say that it is forbidden to use martial arts to commit crimes. There are hundreds of unsolved unsolved cases in the archives of each county government.

After only two days in Qianzhou, Shen Qing witnessed two robberies and one murder in the street.

People who practice martial arts are full of energy and blood, and most of them have violent tempers. It is normal for a disagreement to draw their swords to face each other.

The imperial court's prohibition of martial arts is not without reason. If there are no rules and laws, the world will be too chaotic, and for ordinary people, they will live and work in peace.

Now Shen Qing's almost homeless appearance gave her a layer of protection, but she didn't encounter much trouble.

The development of Qianzhou is obviously not as good as other state capitals. There are not many cities, and it is tens of miles away. It is not necessarily possible to have a decent city.

Moreover, when officials and Taoists come and go, there will be bandits robbing the road from time to time, and they will be easily implicated. Shen Qing can only walk some rugged mountain roads, avoiding the roads that can pass carriages and horses.

Among the bushes in the deep forest, Shen Qing held a dagger in his hand, opened the way forward, and slowly walked along the traces left by some mountain dwellers or hunters.

She had already asked someone for directions, and about twenty miles further on, there was a small city with a population of more than [-]. The city was ruled by a military general of the imperial court, who had already been born, so the law and order in the city was acceptable.

Once there, she can rest for a while...

whoosh-

A shrill piercing sound suddenly sounded.

Before Shen Qing could react, his chest and abdomen sank, as if he had been hit by a mad buffalo, there was a faint sound of bone shattering, the whole person flew upside down, and rolled out three or five steps.

An arrow made of refined steel pierced through Shen Qing's thin body, and then nailed it to a century-old wood. It penetrated more than five inches into the wood, buzzing and trembling, and dark red blood dripped continuously from the arrow feathers.

After a few breaths, the sound of horseshoes sounded, and there was an exclamation.

"My son is not good, I hurt someone!"

A middle-aged man got off his horse, raised his foot and turned Shen Qing over, frowning slightly:

"The arrow pierces through the back and passes through the lungs, making it impossible to survive."

"It's really unlucky. Looking at the movement, I thought it was a wild deer."

Sitting on the horse's back, the young man in brocade robe immediately frowned, looked at Shen Qing, and said lightly: "Forget it, this little beggar's life is bad, send him to the mass grave, and give him some face."

Shen Qing was lying on the ground among the layers of fallen leaves, her eyes were wide open, her eyes were lifeless, her mouth and nose were filled with blood, her lungs were pierced, so that her breath was covered with blood foam, and she almost smelled the smell of hell.

Consciousness gradually lost, she could only vaguely feel a rope binding her waist and abdomen, dragging her onto the horse's back, bumping along the way for a long while before falling to the ground again.

The moment she landed, Shen Qing's consciousness completely dissipated, and she sank into the darkness.

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When Shen Qing opened his eyes again in a daze, there was an empty starry sky in front of him.

After looking around for a few times, Shen Qing realized that it was a deserted Taoist temple, half of the roof had collapsed, and the enshrined statue of the Taoist ancestor was already incomplete, leaving half of the clod whose shape could not be seen clearly.

"You're not dead."

Just as Shen Qing was in a daze, a figure hurried into the ruined temple and squatted in front of her.

It was a little beggar, who looked only eight or nine years old, his body was extremely thin, his face was stained with plaster, and his hair was disheveled. If it wasn't for his clear and crisp voice, he wouldn't even be able to tell the difference between male and female.

"You saved me?"

Shen Qing sorted out her thoughts before she fell into a coma. It was obvious that she was accidentally injured by someone hunting, and then thrown into a mass grave.

"Yeah, I just wanted to pick up a piece of clothes and dig you out. Seeing that you were still panting, I brought you back."

The little beggar propped his chin and nodded, with a look of disappointment in his eyes: "I thought you wouldn't be able to survive."

Those who were thrown into the mass graves were all nameless, and their clothes were basically stripped clean. It was not easy to meet someone who was wearing clothes.

"..."

Shen Qing was silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice:

"How long have I slept?"

"Two days." The little beggar said without thinking, with some resentment: "I haven't been to the city to beg for food in two days."

"Two days?"

Shen Qing looked at the rough bandage on his chest, his expression changed slightly.

At this moment, she was breathing fairly smoothly, and her lung injuries were no longer a problem, but she could still feel the pain in her chest, and she did not know how many ribs were broken.

Her injury hadn't fully healed, only half of it had healed, which was obviously abnormal according to her previous recovery speed.

This kind of terrifying resilience has a certain limit, or it is not her own that can heal the injury.

(End of this chapter)