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Chapter 119 Mortals Cultivating Immortals
In Du Chengfeng's opinion, a big reason why evil spirit is called evil spirit is that it is very similar to gas.

Although he still hasn't understood the principle of how evil energy enters the body, he is deeply impressed by the feel of releasing evil energy - simply put, it is to release the evil energy that has entered the body through the medium of a weapon. Come on, whether it's the fiery blade of the thick sword, the cold wind of the ancient axe, or the invisible edge wielded by the horse-breaking sword before, or Cui Yuan's sword light... Although the expressions are different, in the end Its essence is the same.

Even the new halberd he got was the same.

If there were any exceptions, it would probably be Fangzheng's sword. Perhaps influenced by old man Ruan's personality, the form of this sword tended to be restrained, that is, to transform evil spirits into its own striking power.However, Du Chengfeng vaguely remembered that when he had made up his mind to confront Xiang Rong head-on, the Fangzheng sword had once bloomed in brilliance.

Although he wanted to use the halberd more that time, so he put the Fangzheng sword back into the scabbard, but there is no doubt that at some point, this relatively introverted epee with no front also wanted to express himself.

Then the problem lies here.

The same evil spirit was released, but the phantom of the golden-armored godman was not a relatively rough eruption.

On the contrary, there is a kind of real touch like substance.

"How the hell is this done?"

Du Chengfeng felt that his brain was not used enough. It was too brain-consuming for him to deduce such things.

Fortunately, he now has books to read.

But this book is not the kind of sage book taught by the old man Ruan, but some scriptures praising "Tai Yin subdues the devil's mysterious emperor". These were all distributed to them by the young monks when they were led into the Zhuangzi in the mountain. of these refugees.According to those young monks, as long as they recite this sutra diligently every day, they can comprehend the mystery and master the thaumaturgy of immortals.

Du Chengfeng had been reading it for three to five days, but he didn't understand any fairy thaumaturgy, so he went out for a walk because of his autism. Instead, he took the Zhuangzi in the mountain away for a few days. all over.

It’s hard to imagine how a mere mountain temple could acquire such an industry. This secret village hidden in the mountains could easily house tens of thousands of refugees. According to old man Yang Xuanyang, this village is better than the original Yang Xuan. The Wubao in Jiabao is much bigger. This huge scale hidden in the mountains has almost caught up with the frontier fortress in the center of Ji Town.

"One Zhuangzi can do this on a scale...or let's run away."

Du Chengfeng still remembered the frightened expression on Old Man Yang's face when he saw this Zhuangzi.Obviously, as the patriarch of the Jibei Yang family whose ancestors followed the Southern Chen Taizu in the army, the old man Yang immediately thought of something unbearable.

But Du Chengfeng didn't think so.

If it were in the past, when he saw that a mere mountain temple could have such great energy, he might have suspected that the other party was also a rebel - but now, after having a certain understanding of evil spirits, he But he realized that the way of fighting in this world cannot be won simply by relying on numbers.

Just like what he did in Yanzhou and Jizhou, no matter how many miscellaneous soldiers are on the opposite side, as long as the evil spirit is not released, they are all chickens and dogs.Even for those elite soldiers who have already entered their bodies, the armor on their bodies can only block ordinary weapons. Once they face the evil spirits released, the weapons are almost like paper.

As for this mere mountain temple, even if it could gather the manpower to knock down the county government, it would be put down directly after the Nanchen court sent a few fierce generals to have a few grass-cutting matches.

In this era where personal force is far beyond the ordinary, it is almost impossible to make trouble with a large number of people.

"Unless this thing is really useful."

Du Chengfeng looked at the scripture in his hand again.

But it's obvious that this thing is of no use.During this period of time, he had nothing to do, so he asked other refugees about it, but found that no one could understand any mysterious magic by chanting this thing.

But whenever someone questioned this matter, those young monks carrying magic swords would show the phantom of the golden armored god behind them.

"Sincerity is spirit."

That's what the monks answered.

Perhaps sincerity is true, because not only these refugees are in Zhuangzi, but also some locals in Yiyang County, those local young people are also reciting scriptures and practicing thaumaturgy—and in these local youths In Zhuangzhong, there really appeared two figures who could condense the phantom of a god-man in golden armor.

So these two people were invited to the treasure hall on the mountain, and their clothes were changed into the plain robes of those monks, and each of them was given a magic sword, which is really enviable.

"What's the matter?"

Du Chengfeng was quite puzzled.

It doesn't make sense, this kind of thing doesn't make sense.Although he himself knows that he is not a genius and his intelligence is only at the level of ordinary people, there is no reason why he can't understand things that even young people in Yiyang County can understand?
"It's a pity that this is a book and not a knife, otherwise it will be fine if you just grind it."

Holding the scroll in his hands, Du Chengfeng was even thinking, should he just find a young monk, steal a magic sword and sharpen it, maybe he can get the real magic.

"Wait?"

Du Chengfeng thought of something and quickly turned over his saddlebag, but he pulled out the spurge.

He snatched this exaggerated halberd from Xiang Rong. He still remembered that Xiang Rong called this weapon "Overlord Halberd" - Du Chengfeng didn't care about names and other things. , anyway, he happens to have some free time now, and he has enough time to have a good communication with this euphorbia.

"Don't worry, everyone will have their share in a moment."

After appeasing the other weapons in the saddle bag, Du Chengfeng took out the whetstone and began to sharpen the weapons after a long absence.

The broken halberd, sand and iron have not been sold.

"Why is it the previous dynasty?"

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but think of the phoenix battle flag.

After continuing to grind, Du Chengfeng discovered that strictly speaking, this thing and the Phoenix Battle Flag really matched each other.

What came into Du Chengfeng's consciousness was a magnificent hall. Just looking at the red color scheme inside the hall and the phoenix carvings that could be seen everywhere, Du Chengfeng already knew that this was probably an important building belonging to those Chu people.

And he, as a great halberd, lay quietly on the shelf.

Occasionally someone would come over to clean the hall, but only the position of the halberd, those people dare not approach - of course, some bold or unlucky ones are not ruled out, but these servants are approaching Within three feet of the eucalyptus, they all turned into corpses.

Du Chengfeng, who had turned into a halberd, could confirm that he didn't even move.

These people were scared to death.

Perhaps this is the complete state of this halberd, the blade doesn't even need to be stained with blood, just the fierce aura can kill people on the spot.

Du Chengfeng suddenly felt a little sad, or in other words, the euphorbia itself felt a little sad. It was obviously forged for fighting, and it was obviously forged for conquest. In order to achieve this goal, it worked hard Killing people endlessly, working hard to become stronger, and finally became an unparalleled magic soldier for the country.

But now, after it has really become stronger, no one can afford it anymore.

Not to mention picking it up, it was even impossible to get close. Those people could only stay far away and use a long pole to connect a duster to clean the dust on it - in fact, it didn't need anyone to help clean the dust. It doesn't matter if it is just left to gather dust. Anyway, the people who were able to lift it in the past are long gone, and there will obviously be no more in the future.

But just when Du Chengfeng thought that the long halberd would just continue to wait, an old man and a young man walked into the hall.

The halberd obviously knew the old man in the luxurious robes, but in the memory of the halberd, this old man was also a weak man who couldn't get close to it - what it wanted was a strong man who could lift it, it wanted. What it wants is a tyrant who dares to get close to it. What it wants is a partner who can truly wield it and fight alongside it.

It was at this time that the old man in luxurious robes pushed out the child next to him.

"Remember, you are the new king of Da Chu, don't have any doubts about this matter."

Patting the child on the shoulder, the old man said so.

"If you want to do it, you can do it. A strong will can change everything."

Can you do it if you want to?Is this a little too outrageous?If you really have the ability to make your wishes come true, wouldn't there be anything that you can't do?

Du Chengfeng couldn't help but sneer at the old man's statement. This kind of ability was too ridiculous.

But Euphorbia does not.

"Varied……"

In Du Chengfeng's doubts, in the anticipation of the eucalyptus, that young hand actually held the eucalyptus.

and lifted it up.

And Du Chengfeng's perception was interrupted.

……

"hiss……"

Du Chengfeng, who had recovered from sharpening his knife, had a headache. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

One is that after sharpening the weapon, his head actually hurts, and the other is that what he feels when sharpening the weapon is actually just a fragment—obviously, either he can’t really do it right now. To bear the evil spirit of this halberd, or this halberd has been severely damaged, and even the past left on this halberd is gone.

Du Chengfeng felt that maybe it was both.

And, there is probably a third reason.

"Did you protect me?"

Du Chengfeng couldn't help looking at the halberd in his hand.

"Is it because you controlled the influence of the evil spirit that I just had a headache?"

The halberd still lay quietly in his hand, silent.

That's right, how could the halberd speak?
It is impossible for Ji to speak, but Du Chengfeng still remembers what he said in Ji's memory-obviously, the old man in luxurious robes in his memory should be a certain generation of Chu king, and that young child, of course, is the king of Chu. The crown prince of Da Chu.

Du Chengfeng still remembered, in the process of this inheritance, the older generation of Chu kings confessed to the young prince.

"A strong will changes everything."

The older kings of Chu said so.

When Du Chengfeng first heard this sentence, he thought it was some kind of words of encouragement. After all, he had tasted too much of this kind of chicken soup for the soul, which was not nutritious.Say something nice and cheer up the children, every elder will do the same.

But after the boy picked up the halberd, the nature of the matter changed completely.

As long as you think about it, you can do it, and a strong will can change everything. It is obvious that this is not just an ordinary word of encouragement.

The words of the older King of Chu were obviously very mysterious.

"You can't really say that what you want to come true..."

Du Chengfeng frowned.

Continue to look at the scriptures in your hand.

Still nothing changed, he couldn't feel anything.

Is it really because he is dishonest?
"Then let me try to be more pious?"

Du Chengfeng continued to read through the scriptures diligently, but he still couldn't read them.

The main reason is that the exaggeration of this scripture is too embarrassing. He can easily shock the nine heavens and ten earths, live through countless catastrophes, step on the sun and moon with his feet and pick the stars with his hands, and crucify a hundred thousand evil ghosts with just one sword - Du Cheng Feng can be sure that the person who compiled these scriptures is not very good at mathematics, and he has not really used his hands many times.

As a person with personal experience, Du Chengfeng can say a few words in this regard. Yanzhou City only released about [-] prairie warriors, and he only killed six or seven thousand. In addition to being beaten by the prairie country, The division slaughtered a group of soldiers, as well as the [-] or so people he had captured, but the remaining prairie soldiers simply ran away - after all, fighting is not really about cutting grass, everyone has grown legs. , who would stand there stupidly waiting to be killed?

Even when they were in Jibei, he and He Xiqing chased and killed them several times before killing all the soldiers of the Qingyang tribe.

But the sum of these two times is far from reaching six figures.

"Twenty thousand? Or thirty thousand?"

Du Chengfeng made a rough estimate.

"It should be [-], right? How could I, a peaceful person like me, kill so many people?"

Recalling his previous experience of cutting off people's heads while sweating profusely, Du Chengfeng couldn't help sighing.

Killing is hard work, and it is also physically demanding.

This also made it even more difficult for him to believe the things in those scriptures.

"This……"

Du Chengfeng felt that he realized the problem.

It's not that he's not pious enough, it's that this thing really doesn't have a sense of substitution.How can you expect him to read it seriously at such a level that it can be played at a glance?

It was at this time that the young monks sent new scriptures.

"Since you can't understand Emperor Taiyin's scriptures yet, it's better to change to something easier."

Saying this, a young monk handed over the new scriptures to Du Chengfeng.

This time, the content in the scroll was no longer a praise for the "Emperor Taiyin", but instead a praise for the ghost generals who guarded the mountain - only this time, the words were not so exaggerated.There is nothing like nine heavens and ten earths, or killing a hundred thousand people with one sword. What is there is just the life stories of these ghost generals guarding the mountain.

Of course, there are certainly not as many as one hundred thousand recorded in the scriptures, but these dozens of short stories are all classics. What was forced to become a bandit, or to avenge blood and kill people all over the house, Du Chengfeng shouted loudly. Fun, these ghost generals were all such kind-hearted heroes during their lifetimes!

However, just as Du Chengfeng watched attentively, a dark shadow gradually formed behind him.

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