Pushing the Three Thousand Worlds

Chapter 193 Show Me
After reaching the north of Shangjiang City, Wang Chengjie ordered a search.

The people and soldiers in the martial arts hall began to search from all directions. They searched for a whole morning, and Wang Chengjie gave the order to rest at noon.

People from each martial arts school gathered together for lunch, and most of them looked tired.

In the vast mountains and forests, searching for traces of ghosts, even if it takes a whole morning to search, is not a big deal to the warrior's physical strength, mainly because it is mentally unbearable.

After all, what they were looking for was a Yin ghost whose strength could rival that of a Visceral Cultivation Stage warrior. Even if the Yin ghost was seriously injured, they would not be able to deal with it. Once they found it, they might have to face the attack of the Yin ghost.

Everyone is mentally tense all the time, exhausted all morning.

Except for two people, Li Qiu and Tao Zian.

They knew that they would never run into ghosts at all, so they wandered in the mountains and forests for a whole morning, and they didn't feel tired, they just felt a little boring and a waste of time.

When the martial arts disciples were searching in the forest, they killed two deer, set up a fire and roasted them, then tore off two deer legs with a fragrant meat, and sent them to Li Qiu and Tao Zian.

Li Qiu and Tao Zian ate the dry food and pastries prepared in the morning with the tender deer legs.

The soldiers set up pots to cook, Wang Chengjie sat on a stone, and several soldiers commanders sat beside him.

Wang Chengjie smelled a tangy smell of meat, and turned his head to look at Li Qiu and the others not far away, frowning slightly.

"Which martial arts school is that?"

"My lord, that's the Aoki Martial Art Museum."

"Aoki Martial Arts Hall? Is it the Aoki Martial Arts Gym where the ghost was alive?"

"Yes."

"Go, get me a venison leg." Wang Chengjie smelled the smell of venison, showed emotion, turned his head and said to another soldier.

"Yes."

Wang Chengjie turned his head and said casually.

"I heard that that ghost was a descendant of a martial artist?"

"Yes, that ghost's name is Cao Shao. Before he became a ghost, he was Chen Maochen's third disciple."

The soldier commander replied.

"When he was a teenager and didn't practice martial arts, he lifted a heavy tripod and became the third disciple of Pavilion Master Chen."

Seeing Wang Chengjie's suspicious expression, another commander next to him added.

"It really is?" Wang Chengjie was a little surprised.

Although Shangjiang City is considered a big city in the surrounding area, it is nothing in Gongzhou, let alone Dagan Twelve Prefectures.

In Wang Chengjie's eyes, Shangjiang City is just a remote town.

But he didn't expect that in this remote little place, there would be a descendant of a martial sage whose blood had been revived. When he first heard about it, he thought it was a fake.

"That Chen Mao is really lucky to be able to receive a descendant of a martial artist as an apprentice." Wang Chengjie sighed with jealousy in his eyes.

In fact, at his age, he should have accepted an apprentice with excellent qualifications to inherit his martial arts, but he was first wanted by the imperial court to hide in XZ, and then he had no choice but to join the Sky Survey Division and was sent to kill ghosts everywhere, so he had no chance to accept apprentices .

But he has longed to settle down and receive a good apprentice.

As for accepting a descendant of a martial sage as an apprentice, Wang Chengjie never thought about it, it was too unrealistic.

At least he must be a warrior in the blood coagulation period, so that he can attract the descendants of the martial saint to worship under him. He is just a warrior in the early stage of nourishing the viscera.

But until today, he actually heard that a small bone-building warrior received a descendant of a martial saint!
Hearing Wang Chengjie's exclamation, a soldier commander laughed.

"My lord is wrong, not one, but two."

"Two?" Wang Chengjie looked puzzled.

"Of the four disciples of Pavilion Master Chen, the latter two are descendants of Martial Sages."

"What?! Two descendants of Martial Saints!" Wang Chengjie was inexplicably astonished and didn't know what to say for a while.

Wang Chengjie restrained his expression and looked suspiciously. He doubted whether this was true.

Did Chen Mao make up the two martial arts disciples to put money on his face?
If it is true, this Chen Mao must be very lucky!
"Cao Shao is dead, does that mean Chen Mao still has a disciple of a descendant of the Martial Saint alive?" Wang Chengjie asked.

"Yes."

"Which one is there, show me." Wang Chengjie looked suspicious and curious.

Wang Chengjie didn't notice that after he said this, there was a flash of awe in the eyes of several commanders.

"Just... that one."

One of the commanders stretched out his finger, and after showing Li Qiu to Wang Chengjie, he immediately put his finger down.

Wang Chengjie didn't care either, he squinted at Li Qiu and muttered.

"This is the descendant of Wu Sheng?"

"Go and call him for me."

Wang Chengjie has always heard that the descendants of Wu Sheng have extraordinary blood and aptitude, but he has never really seen it.

Being appointed as the commander of the pawn by Wang Chengjie, he was a little flustered and hesitant for a while.

"Go quickly." Wang Chengjie watched Li Qiu's gaze remain unchanged, and urged him casually.

"Yes."

The soldier commander stood up and walked towards Li Qiu.

"Zhang……"

The soldier commander walked to Li Qiu's side, he didn't know how to address Li Qiu for a moment, he was even more nervous than seeing Wang Chengjie.

After all, they are both visceral cultivating warriors, one is over middle age, and the potential of martial arts is estimated to be almost exhausted, and the other is in his teens, the road of martial arts has just begun, and it may not be impossible to become a martial artist in the future.

In other words, he is now most likely talking to a future warrior.

"Just call me Zhang Xing." Li Qiu frowned slightly.

"Zhang... Zhang Xing, Mr. Wang told you to come over."

The commander of the soldiers couldn't think of a suitable address, so he hesitated for a while, and said carefully as Li Qiu said.

Li Qiu frowned slightly, looked towards the soldiers, and saw Wang Chengjie looking at him.

"Because of what?"

Li Qiu didn't move, but asked instead.

"That sky surveyor, I heard that you are a descendant of a martial saint whose blood has been revived, so I was curious to see you." The commander of the soldiers tightened his expression and lowered his voice.

Li Qiu's eyes moved slightly, he nodded, stood up, followed the commander of the soldiers, and walked in the direction of the soldiers.

"My lord, Zhang Xing is here." The soldier commander cupped his hands and said.

Wang Chengjie nodded, and the commander of the soldiers sat aside.

Li Qiu stood still, looking blankly at Wang Chengjie.

"You are Zhang Xing." Wang Chengjie looked at Li Qiu curiously and asked.

"Yes."

"I heard that you are a descendant of a martial sage whose blood has been revived?" Wang Chengjie asked again.

Li Qiu's eyes moved slightly.

"Yes."

Wang Chengjie frowned slightly, and his face was not very good-looking. He found that Li Qiu was not very respectful to him, so his tone was three points cold.

"You are at the seventh level of martial arts, which level have you reached?"

"The early stage of meat training." Li Qiu's voice could not hear any fluctuations.

"You have reached the stage of meat training in your teens!"

A look of astonishment flashed in Wang Chengjie's eyes, then he suppressed it, pretended to be calm, and hummed casually.

"Well, look at your appearance, but you have reached the stage of meat training in your teens, which is not bad."

After a pause, a secret sneer appeared on the corner of Wang Chengjie's mouth.

"Look at the long knife on your back, it should be used by the knife, practice a set of knife skills and show me..."

　Starting tomorrow, I will try to change three times a day, which means six thousand words a day. (~￣▽￣)～

　　
　
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