Starting from the Valkyrie, pushing across the ages

Chapter 44
"Pay close attention to the movement of Shen Lie's remaining party, and report any changes at any time."

Yang Zongxi pondered for a moment, but still couldn't think of a clue, so he could only arrange it like this.

"Arrange people to check immediately to see if anyone has seen the person who shot and killed Shen Qing."

Regarding this point, Yang Zongxi had faint doubts in his heart. Among the thousands of troops who took their lives and came and went without a trace, the great masters of martial arts were a little reluctant, and nine out of ten it was Yang Zongxian who arrived in person.

"promise."

The general took the order and left, only Yang Zongxi was left in the tent.

His eyes were fixed on the Kanyu map, and his thoughts were surging. If Yang Zongxian really came here alone, this might be his golden opportunity.

If Yang Zongxian can be killed here, with his current capital, the world will be at his fingertips.

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Qianzhou border.

The further north you go, the fewer and fewer wide official roads, most of them are rugged mountain roads, and the marching speed of the army will inevitably be delayed.

At night, after discussing with several generals, Zhao Yu ordered the army to set up camp in a wasteland to rest.

As for the current military affairs in the camp, Shen Qing seldom intervenes. In fact, she doesn't need to ask any more. Zhao Yu has done a good job in one thing. If there is anything she doesn't understand, she will immediately ask those veterans who have been in the field for advice.

There are only more than ten thousand soldiers and horses, and there are many veterans to assist, there is no mistake at all, not to mention that Shen Qing himself is only talking about soldiers on paper, and he is far inferior to Zuo Jun and others in terms of how to respond on the battlefield.

With the help of these generals, Zhao Yu grew up very quickly, and she was gradually applying Sun Tzu's art of war to herself, absorbing its essence.

In a tent of the Chinese army, Shen Qing sat cross-legged behind the table, and on the table in front of her were piles of dried meat and water bags, and more than ten hundred-year-old medicines, which were the best she could prepare now. tonic.

In the previous battle, more than a dozen innate military generals died under her knife, and the energy absorbed by the sundial is already quite a lot, enough to deduce a year later, and there is still some surplus.

After entering the Northern Territory, there will be a lot of troubles, and the sooner the strength is improved, the better.

After adjusting the state, Shen Qing calmly concentrated, stuffed a piece of old ginseng into the mouth, and moved the sundial.

In order to prevent the time from being too long and starving himself to death, Shen Qing began to advance slowly with a cycle of three days.

The effect of time advancement seems to be inseparable from Shen Qing's current state. Sitting like this has a much more obvious effect on improving the skill than the previous attempt, almost doubling the skill increase.

The sundial turned slowly, and the internal force in Shen Qing's body began to skyrocket at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The water and old medicine on the table gradually decreased, and the traces of impurities followed Shen Qing's breathing, turning into misty turbid air and expelled from the body.

In just half an hour, the sundial has advanced for more than eight months, and the internal force in Shen Qing's body has finally reached a new critical point.

The sound of qi and blood rushing echoed in the tent, like a mountain stream, getting louder and louder from far to near.

click -

The invisible barrier was shattered, and the speed at which Shen Qing absorbed the energy between the heaven and the earth had obviously risen to a higher level, and the connection with the heaven and the earth was gradually deepening.

Stuffing the last old medicine into the mouth, Shen Qing stopped the operation of the sundial, and began to regulate the internal force that had skyrocketed several times.

The resources on hand are almost exhausted, and going forward, we need to prepare additional old medicine and supplements.

Congenital, divided into three realms of small success, great success, and perfection.

Now that Shen Qing has reached the innate greatness, he is already a rare master, who can be the governor of a city and the herdsman.

No matter how monstrous a genius is, it will take at least half a year to step into the realm of great accomplishment after stepping into the innate realm. It only took more than eight months, which is enough to show that Shen Qing's talent is not bad.

What's more, the "Long Whale Swallowing the Day" formula is based on the path of accumulating and developing slowly. It has a strong foundation and needs more time to accumulate.

After stepping into the Innate Great Accomplishment, a thought vaguely popped up in Shen Qing's mind.

Since the Xiantian Realm can absorb the energy of the heaven and the earth, there should be another way to manipulate the energy of the heaven and the earth for her own use, but she has no way to get started, so it is difficult to see the magic.

While thinking about it, the energy of the heavens and the earth changed, and Shen Qing sensed something was wrong, so she suddenly opened her eyes and looked out of the big tent.

A gust of wind blew past, blowing the curtain of the big tent, and in the blink of an eye, there was an extra figure in the tent, tall and strong, with a six-foot long sword on his back, gray temples, dim eyes, tired and powerless , the man looked only in his thirties, but he was very old, like an old man who was dying.

Shen Qing recognized the person who came, and had already met once in that wild suburban village.

"You are Shen Qing."

The man opened his mouth to break the silence, and there was no doubt in his words:
"Your appearance can be changed, but your breath can't be changed. The simple technique of disguise can only deceive those who don't know how to practice. You can't hide it from me, and naturally you can't deceive Yang Zongxian. If he sees you again, you will still be deceived." make out."

"What is the name of the senior?"

After listening to this passage, Shen Qing already understood that at least the person in front of her was not malicious towards her, and she also guessed nine out of ten about his identity.

"Sikong Yuan." The man's voice was hoarse, and compared with ordinary people, he was a little less active.

"It turns out that it was True Monarch Demon Slayer who was face to face, and this junior was rude."

Shen Qing didn't have many surprises, she got up and bowed.

"It's just Sikong Yuan."

Sikong Yuan shook his head, and sat directly on the ground, his face was exhausted, and his breathing seemed a little heavy:
"Yang Zongxian shot you to kill that day, I was a step late, I couldn't stop it in time, sorry."

"Senior's words are serious, you and I met by chance, there is no need to save me."

Shen Qing has always had a clear distinction between grievances and grievances, there is no relationship between her and Sikong Yuan, even if he sat by and watched Yang Zongxian kill her, she would not have any grievances, as it should be.

"Back then, I owed your father a life. When his accident happened, I was far away overseas, and I didn't have time to go back."

As if recalling some distant memories, the corners of Sikong Yuan's mouth pursed lightly, he was in a daze for a while, and suddenly, the expression on his face began to struggle, and blood appeared in his pupils.

Shen Qing's heart was slightly cold, and she subconsciously took half a step back. The man in front of her instantly became extremely dangerous to her.

The blood descendant of the gods who awakened under excessive stimulation is not in a normal mental state.

In other words, after 14 years of awakening, Sikong Yuan can still maintain a stable mind, which is an extremely bizarre thing in itself.

"Surprised you."

After a while, Sikong Yuan's expression gradually regained his composure. He forced a smile and said apologetically:
"Recently, I have been somewhat unable to suppress my cultivation level, and sometimes lose my mind."

Hearing this, Shen Qing couldn't help being puzzled: "Why did senior suppress his own strength?"

"Go any further and I'm not me anymore."

Sikong Yuan lowered his head and stared at his palm, his eyes were lonely:

"I don't want to kill innocent people anymore."

(End of this chapter)