Starting from the Valkyrie, pushing across the ages

Chapter 84 Stepping on Southern Border, Ancient Secret Realm
Qianzhou border.

Imperial Lake City.

This remote town has not been affected by Sikong Yuan, but it has experienced the flames of war not long ago, and it still looks a little dilapidated.

On the long street, there are many people in the rivers and lakes with swords and swords. On both sides of the street, from time to time, you can see some martial arts halls that have just opened.

The successive wars have made Ganzhou, who is already proficient in martial arts, more eager for military power. Ordinary people, even if they can't learn any advanced internal skills, still want to practice two-handed self-defense.

Therefore, a large number of martial arts halls came into being, and even martial artists at the first and second levels of the Houtian Realm dared to open their doors to recruit disciples.

Some reckless people who used to roam around in the mountains have transformed themselves into martial arts masters, taking the opportunity to amass a lot of money.

The influence of the imperial court is gradually weakening. In fact, the origin of most of these martial arts halls is unknown, but the identities of these people have not been investigated carefully.

In today's Great Xia, there is no such spare capacity. A large number of low-level officials have died, which has shaken the foundation of a dynasty.

Now, this is an empty land waiting for the strong dragon to re-take over.

Shen Qing was dressed in a black outfit, without a mask, and covered her true face with a bamboo hat, and walked slowly into a teahouse.

Nowadays, there are not a few people who know her silver mask. This kind of dress is too common in Ganzhou, but it will not attract many people's attention.

In the past year or so, the name of the silver-faced Rakshasa has spread to Qianzhou, and her masked portrait has also spread to all major forces.

On the list of the great masters of the Tianbang, there has been a position of December, but because she has no record against other great masters, her ranking is not high, only in the middle.

Inside the teahouse, there were crowds of people, and it was a little noisy.

Brewing high-quality spirits consumes a lot of food. Now that there are successive wars, it is not easy for the people to feed themselves, and there is not much surplus food for wine making.

The price of good wine has been rising again and again, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people. The business of restaurants has plummeted, and teahouses have become a last resort.

Shen Qing went straight up to the second floor, and was stopped by someone just after passing the stairs. They were two young martial artists of similar age, and their words were very polite:

"The second floor has been reserved by my family. I dare to ask if this person is here for an appointment or for tea. If you want to drink tea, please move to the lobby."

"Appointment."

Shen Qing glanced up and saw a middle-aged man sitting next to the window, wearing a slightly loose silver-patterned brocade robe, with a beast-patterned jade belt tied around his waist, with a fair complexion and a gentle temperament.

It was the Prime Minister of Daxia, Liu Kunnan.

I have seen this person many times in various banquet occasions before, and I am no stranger to him.

It's just that such magnanimity without any cover-up surprised Shen Qing.

The two martial artists turned around and took a look. Seeing Liu Kunnan nodding, they stepped aside.

Shen Qing went straight to the table and sat down, took off the bamboo hat, under the white gauze, was the face of a young woman in her thirties, ordinary, when she went out, she changed her face, she couldn't talk about Liu Kunnan No amount of trust, no plan to showdown.

Liu Kunnan's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled softly: "Long time no see, niece."

After saying that, he raised his hand to pour a cup of tea, and pushed it to Shen Qing.

Shen Qing glanced around, except for the two innate martial artists, she didn't find any hidden martial artists. Liu Kunnan seemed to trust her very much.

"Liu believed in what he said, you are holding the thing I want most now, dare I ask what it is?"

Shen Qing was not in the mood to recall the old days, did not look at the tea that Liu Kunnan pushed, and went straight to the point.

"Secret realm." Liu Kunnan spat out two words lightly.

"Where is it?" Shen Qing's eyes were fixed, but she was not surprised.

Among the army under her command, there must be Liu Kunnan's eyes and ears. Her fanfare before that almost turned the Northern Territory upside down. Naturally, it is impossible to hide it from Liu Kunnan's eyes.

"Southern Border."

"Southern Xinjiang?" Shen Qing raised her eyebrows.

Southern Border and Northern Territory, one south and one north, are separated by tens of thousands of miles, and the terrain is dangerous. It is full of poisonous insects and rat miasma. Except for the natives of various tribes who grew up in Southern Border, there are not many people who will set foot here .

"There is a land in southern Xinjiang called Cuiyun Valley. The valley is full of miasma all year round. It is extremely poisonous. If ordinary people do not have internal protection, once they touch it, they will die violently within a day. There is no medicine to cure it."

"In the depths of Cuiyun Valley, there is a cold pool waterfall. I sent many experts to investigate before, and saw many strange lines on the mountain wall."

Speaking of this, Liu Kunnan took out a silk cloth from his bosom, spread it out and placed it in front of Shen Qing.

The silk cloth is divided into two sides, one side is a map, and the other side has some twisted and weird lines printed with ink marks. The moment Shen Qing saw these lines, Shen Qing's eyes lightened slightly.

These lines are undoubtedly spirit lines.

These days, she would often read ancient books about the spirit formation, and she recognized it at a glance.

Although I don't know the specific function of these spirit patterns, as long as there are spirit patterns, even if it is not a secret realm, there must be something related to ancient monks.

"I have sent many experts to test it out. Behind the stone wall of the Hantan Waterfall, there must be another universe. It is most likely a secret realm."

Hearing this, Shen Qing began to weigh in her heart, even if it was only a possibility, it was enough for her to travel to southern Xinjiang.

But on the surface, she didn't have the slightest turmoil, and even looked a little disappointed: "It turns out that Liu Xiang is not very sure."

"If you don't like the secret realm, are you interested in the seven continents in the world except Yuanzhou?"

Liu Kunnan remained expressionless, and pushed the silk cloth in front of Shen Qing, no longer beating around the bush, and said bluntly:
"Now that Yang Zongxian is retreating, I am in charge of the court. Even the God Detective Commander must obey my orders. With a little operation, you can swallow more than [-]% of the territory of Great Xia without any effort."

"Why did Liu Xiang help me?"

Shen Qing examined Liu Kunnan, trying to see some clues from his expression.

"It's just that you are worth helping now."

Liu Kunnan's expression was very calm: "You may not be very clear, but Zhao Sheng is mine."

Hearing Zhao Sheng's name, Shen Qing's eyebrows twitched, and a murderous intent flickered in her heart uncontrollably.

Because of Zhao Sheng's 'care', she almost fell into a desperate situation in Jiaofang Division. If Fu Chan hadn't helped her, her end would be unpredictable.

"What Zhao Sheng did at the beginning was ordered by you?"

Shen Qing stared closely at Liu Kunnan's eyes, as long as she saw any dodge, she would immediately strike and cut off Liu Kunnan's head.

"That's not true. I just asked him to take care of you for a while, but he would be wrong."

Liu Kunnan's expression was still calm, and he said without any concealment: "When I heard the news, it was too late to take back. You have already left the imperial capital."

At the beginning, he didn't think that Shen Qing could become a big hit, and after learning the news, he didn't care too much. Shen Lie was dead, and it was even more impossible for Shen Qing to cause any disturbances.

No one could have imagined that Shen Qing could grow to this level so quickly.

"You are still young, so many things are not clear. Your father and I are political enemies, but we are also half-confidants. I appreciate Shen Lie's character, but I hate his stupidity, arrogance, and willful behavior."

Liu Kunnan sighed softly, took a sip of tea, and his fair face looked slightly dark:

"Speaking of which, I am also responsible for your father's death."

"Back when Yang Zongxian's practice was at a critical juncture, he retreated in a secret room. The insider I planted in the palace got the news and reported it to me. I passed the news to your father."

"That night, Shen Lie entered the palace and tried to kill Yang Zongxian. I sent Zhao Sheng to investigate the situation, but I saw it with my own eyes. After ten moves, Shen Lie was beaten to death by Yang Zongxian on the spot."

Shen Qing is silent, no matter how strong Shen Lie is, he is at the level of a great master of martial arts. Compared with Yang Zongxian who practiced ancient methods and ate so many blood descendants of gods, the gap in strength is too great, so it is not surprising that he will end up like this.

Liu Kunnan's statement that Shen Lie acted willfully and recklessly was not false. Without any preparations, he went straight to the palace alone. This was fighting for the lives of dozens of people in Shen's family behind his back.

"Later, Zhao Sheng was attracted by Yang Zongxian with a refreshing pill, and he had a hidden heart of disobedience. I was worried that he would betray me, so I wrote a book and gave it to Yang Zongxi. I borrowed his hand, except for hidden dangers, but Yang Zongxi... ..."

Liu Kunnan sighed softly, his eyesight for knowing people was indeed not very good, and every time someone placed high hopes on them, they would end up with nothing in the end.

Shen Qing listened quietly until Liu Kunnan fell into silence before speaking:
"Liu Xiang, what do you want?"

"I want Yang Zongxian's head to fall to the ground." Liu Kunnan didn't hesitate at all.

"why?"

Shen Qing pressed, no matter what you do, you must have a reason, and Shen Qing needs a tenable reason.

"I don't know if you still remember, I had a daughter named Qiuyun."

Liu Qiuyun...

Shen Qing recalled for a moment, then nodded and said, "Of course I remember."

Liu Qiuyun is much older than Shen Qing, and was once a talented woman in the imperial capital.

Entered the palace at the age of 15, and was made an imperial concubine by Yang Zongxian. Unfortunately, at the age of 16, she contracted an illness and passed away.

Judging from Liu Kunnan's reaction, it is obvious that there is something inside.

"No matter how brute Yang Zongxian behaves, it cannot be denied that he has a good skin. Qiu Yun is young and careless, fell in love at first sight, and clamored to enter the palace."

Liu Kunnan's expression was not too disturbed. After so many years, he had already recalled it countless times.

"Yang Zongxian was violent and moody in the first few years when she came to the throne. I didn't want her to fall into the fire pit, but Qiuyun somehow got in touch with Yang Zongxian and attracted an imperial decree to make her a concubine."

"In desperation, I had no choice but to send her into the palace. The next year, she contracted an illness and died. Later, I found out through the insiders in the palace that Yang Zongxian seemed inhumane. Most of the women who entered the palace before were tortured to death by him. die……"

Speaking of this, Liu Kunnan picked up the teacup, took a sip of the tea, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

"I have never even seen Qiuyun's body, only a jar of ashes."

"I know."

Shen Qing didn't say any more, got up straight, put the silk cloth into her arms, and walked downstairs.

This reason is enough.

"Today happens to be the three-year anniversary of your father's death. Do you want to pay homage?"

Liu Kunnan stopped Shen Qing: "I collected his corpse back then, and it was buried in Xuanzhou..."

"No need."

Shen Qing didn't reply either: "It won't be too late to go after I behead Yang Zongxian."

Going to the grave with empty hands and burning paper is meaningless. I don't know whether to do it for people to see or for ghosts to see.

"Where are you going now?" Liu Kunnan stood up and saw him off.

"Southern Border."

She has always been in a hurry and can't wait long.

It is said that Yang Zongxian is still holding a road leading to the sky. If one day, Yang Zongxian suddenly runs away, Shen Qing will not be able to swallow the breath in his throat for the rest of his life.

Watching Shen Qing leave, Liu Kunnan sighed softly, hoping that this time, he would not choose the wrong person again.

Mistake again, even if Yang Zongxian didn't kill him, he couldn't hold on anymore.

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In the blink of an eye, it was already half a month.

Southern Xinjiang.

The solar term enters autumn, the mountains are full of fallen leaves, and in the low forests, there are faintly visible deer and hares looking for food.

A few days ago, Shen Qing had arrived in southern Xinjiang.

Southern Xinjiang today is completely different from Shen Qing's imagination.

Previously, under Yang Zongxian's order, a fire almost burned the southern border, and now some charred tree trunks and bare hilltops can still be seen vaguely.

Under the raging fire, no matter what kind of miasma, it should be burned up.

Under such circumstances, although there is the map given by Liu Kunnan, it is still difficult to find the Cuiyun Valley where the secret realm is located.

However, after several days of investigation, Shen Qing finally found some ways and went deep into a stretch of mountains.

Just as Shen Qing was wandering in the mountains, a sweet fragrance flooded into her nose and mouth, and the circulation of her true energy was slightly astringent for a moment.

Shen Qing took two deep breaths and tasted it carefully before confirming that it was miasma.

Her eyes lit up slightly, and she dialed the sundial backwards, allowing her body to return to its peak, the operation of her true energy returned to normal, and she turned to internal breathing.

In this kind of situation, she is already familiar with the road. Along the way, she encountered many poisonous insects with deep hidden dangers, and there were even poisonous things that could kill the current martial arts master.

However, these obviously did not pose much threat to Shen Qing, as long as she was not instantly poisoned to death, whether she was poisoned or not, it had no effect on her, it was nothing more than wasting some energy.

As for the highly poisonous thing that can instantly kill a monk in the Condensation Realm, I'm afraid it won't be able to grow in the current world environment.

boom -

A clear sound of water rushing into Shen Qing's ears, she took two quick steps, bypassed a valley mouth, and saw a majestic waterfall nearly forty feet high.

In the cold pool with a radius of hundreds of feet, the waves were rolling, the momentum was astonishing, and the steaming water vapor rushed towards the face, moistening Shen Qing's hair.

The white waves rolled up continuously in the cold pool, and the water mist was obviously mixed with highly poisonous miasma.

"Emerald Cloud Valley..."

Shen Qing breathed a sigh of relief and finally arrived.

Cuiyun Valley has obviously been affected by wildfires, and it is a bare area, accompanied by burnt wood, which looks a bit desolate.

After the mountain fire, the spirit pattern on the stone wall became more and more clear, and its composition was extremely complicated, with no fewer than a hundred lines.

Without the slightest hesitation, Shen Qing drew out the saber from the spirit ring.

boom!
The sound of thunder exploded, and the knife gang spanning tens of feet was continuously cut out from Shen Qing's hands, like a galaxy falling down, and smashed towards the distant stone wall.

She didn't have that much effort to study the method of breaking the formation, so she could only use the simplest and rude way.

If a hundred knives are not enough, then a thousand knives, no matter what, it will definitely save more trouble than studying the spirit pattern painstakingly.

(End of this chapter)