Great Dao Ji

Sometimes, a clear and earnest persuasion is far less effective than a half-concealed warning.

Human hearts have always been like this.

As expected, not long after An Qisheng rode away, the caravan decided to turn around after a heated discussion.

Following An Qisheng, they headed towards Qingzhou.

These caravans have experienced a lot of things in their travels, and they know that there are many fortune-tellers in the world. They may not be as good as the Imperial Observatory, but what they say is also very accurate.

In their opinion, perhaps An Qisheng is such a person.

Such things cannot help but make them believe.

Especially a group of warriors with internal strength, rather than the fear of the unknown, they are more willing to venture into Qingzhou.

On the official road under the crimson moonlight, An Qisheng, who was riding a horse, looked back and saw the caravan's turn, and the sign of death disappeared.

In the world, there are thousands of ways to die suddenly, and there are all kinds of unexpected disasters.

It is not difficult to avoid disasters. A change of thought can determine life and death.

Just like the great masters of seeing gods in Xuanxing, they can avoid dangers, seek good fortune and avoid disasters, and foresee dangers but not go, so they can naturally avoid many disasters.

But this ability is not omnipotent. Once it is blocked by others or there is a reason for not going, it will be targeted and killed.

"A meal is enough to repay the life-saving grace."

An Qisheng retracted his gaze, urged his horse to go away, and soon disappeared into the night.

Dafeng is extremely vast, and the distance between the eastern and western borders is almost the circumference of the Xuanxing equator.

The territories of the divided states are all very large. Most ordinary people have never left their own states in their lives, just like many people on Xuanxing have never left the country in their lives.

Although the red horse ridden by An Qisheng is not a dragon horse, it is also a superior BMW among ordinary horses. Under the urging of his true energy, it can run more than 2,000 miles in a day and a night.

But even so, it took him seven days to reach Qingzhou.

Between Zhongzhou and Qingzhou, there is Liangzhou.

On this day, the sky was bright, and the three suns in the sky were about to rise, and the red light illuminated the clouds in the sky.

An Qisheng, who closed his eyes and fell asleep on the red horse, moved his blood and internal energy, and condensed his qi and meridians. He slowly opened his eyes.

More than ten miles away, he could already see a huge city wall that spanned dozens of miles from north to south, and there was no end in sight.

This city covers a large area, and the city wall is wide and high. It is the largest city he has seen since he came to Jiufujie.

It is located on the plain, like a giant dragon hovering.

This is Qingzhou Prefecture City, and it is also the outbreak site of the so-called "plague".

"Xi Lu Lu~"

The red horse let out a long neigh and slowly stopped when it ran all the way to the moat.

Sweat beads as big as beans flowed out on the flaming mane, like blood, and then evaporated into sweat by the high temperature.

After running for many days, even with An Qisheng nourishing its physical strength and relieving its fatigue with his strength, the red horse was exhausted to the limit.

Huh~

An Qisheng turned over and dismounted, stroking the horse's head to its back with his palm, calming its boiling blood and qi with his strength, and then took out pills to feed the horse.

He got a lot of pills during his visit to Fengzhou in January.

And with his current physique and internal strength, ordinary pills can only help him very limitedly, so he doesn't care about this loss.

The red horse snorted comfortably, and the temperature of its body slowly dropped.

It has consumed a lot of physical strength in this run, but it has also gained a lot of benefits from the nourishment of strength and true qi and the feeding of pills.

There are almost no pedestrians outside the Qingzhou city.

And at the city gate, hundreds of soldiers lined up and waited for battle.

An Qisheng also smelled a strong smell of gunpowder, which was obviously disinfected by high temperature again and again.

Qingzhou Prefecture was under strict security, and the entry and exit of ordinary people were strictly controlled, but the entry and exit of people from the martial arts world was not much of a concern.

Firstly, the soldiers guarding the city were unwilling to offend people from the martial arts world, and secondly, people with internal strength had a very low chance of being infected by the plague.

So An Qisheng easily walked into Qingzhou City.

The huge street was sparsely populated, and most of the restaurants and taverns on both sides were deserted. Only a few people with martial arts skills were drinking and partying in them.

Occasionally, pedestrians passed by, but they were all in a hurry with solemn faces.

An Qisheng seemed to have found a crowded tavern at random, and after placing the horse, he walked into the restaurant.

"Bring some of your restaurant's signature dishes, the rice should be sufficient and the taste should be good, bring two pounds of wine, and boil a few basins of bath water."

After asking for a room, An Qisheng gave a few instructions to the waiter who greeted him with a smile.

After that, he walked into the room slowly.

The stronger the physique, the higher the consumption. Although there are pills to eat, daily meals are also indispensable.

Fortunately, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in this world exists in all things, and there are also traces of spiritual energy in ordinary food.

Otherwise, with his current physique, if he were on Xuanxing, eating and drinking every day would be a huge problem.

The taste of wine and water is average, and the taste of food is also unsatisfactory.

However, for An Qisheng, who can even eat disgusting medicinal food, this is naturally not a problem.

He slowly finished a full table of food and washed off the non-existent dust.

The door was knocked.

Without waiting for An Qisheng to respond, the visitor had already pushed the door in.

White dress, long black hair, delicate face, who else could it be but Bai Xianer.

As early as when he entered Qingzhou, he had discovered the signal left by Bai Xian'er. This time, he came to Qingzhou City, most likely because of the mark left by Bai Xian'er.

"Grandpa"

Bai Xian'er, who pushed the door open, just uttered a word, and was stunned when she saw An Qisheng, who was sitting by the window, wearing a spotless white robe.

"Who are you?!"

Bai Xian'er was shocked, and the smile on her face disappeared immediately, and the true energy in her body was already surging.

"It's me."

An Qisheng's throat moved, and he made an old voice:

"You and I have a unique mark, can anyone else have it?"

"You, are you really grandpa?"

Bai Xian'er looked at An Qisheng, who looked like a handsome gentleman, and her body trembled, her face full of disbelief.

She naturally knew that martial arts practiced to perfection could keep youth forever, and she also knew that some disguise martial arts could change one's appearance, but what kind of martial arts could wash away the vicissitudes of life on a person?

This vigorous and vigorous life breath, like the morning sun, can an old man of nearly 100 years old have it?

How can martial arts do this?

"Of course it's me."

An Qisheng gently put down the wine glass.

The moment the wine glass fell on the table, his black hair had turned white, and his fair and smooth skin became waxy and loose. In a blink of an eye, he had turned back into the old Taoist priest.

At the same time, his surging vitality and vigorous vitality also fell to the bottom, exuding a vicissitudes of life.

Just a thought, from the mental posture, physical body, breath and even the most subtle changes have occurred.

It's like a different person.

"This, this, grandpa, what kind of martial arts is this?"

Watching the scene that was like a 'transformation', Bai Xian'er was shocked.

This is not martial arts, it's already a fairy method!

An Qisheng smiled slightly, his voice was vicissitudes of life:

"Want to learn?"

After seeing the Niwan, his control over the physical body has reached an incredible level.

It is already possible to stimulate the body to achieve extremely fast metabolic changes by transporting qi and blood, thus producing such an effect that is like a ‘transformation’.

In one thought, the rising sun turns into the setting sun, and in an instant, the setting sun turns into the rising sun.

The whole change is a complete transformation from the body’s subtlety, to the breath, to the mental outlook.

“I want to”

Bai Xian’er’s eyes lit up.

For a woman, such martial arts is simply a dream come true.

“Let’s talk about this later.”

An Qisheng waved his hand and asked:

“Do you know about the Qingzhou plague?”

“Plague?”

Bai Xian’er didn’t expect An Qisheng to ask this question.

After the blood exchange is completed, except for some strange poisons in the world, ordinary poisons and plagues can’t do anything to the martial artists, let alone her grandfather who has already achieved great qi and meridians in her opinion.

There is no hindrance, why care about it?

“Tell me what you know.”

An Qisheng shook his head in his heart.

From Bai Xian'er's expression, he knew that, like other martial artists, Bai Xian'er didn't care about the so-called plague at all.

"Grandpa, after the government changed the water source and burned the bodies, it seems that few people have been infected with this plague."

Bai Xian'er thought about it for a while and said:

"I guess this plague may not be a plague, but it is possible that someone poisoned the water source."

Although she didn't care about the plague, the intelligence system of the Six Hells Demon Sect was very strong, and she had to know some things even if she didn't want to know.

"Poisoning."

An Qisheng nodded slightly, which was similar to his guess.

"The Jinyiwei people had sealed Qingzhou Prefecture more than 20 days ago, and ordinary people were not allowed to go out. Anyone with symptoms was taken outside the city for blockade and isolation, and the bodies of the dead were burned together."

Bai Xian'er told everything she knew one by one.

An Qisheng tapped his fingers on the table. This handling method was considered good in such an era.

"Xian'er once saw a patient fall ill, and the symptoms were very similar to a strange poison in the Golden Wolf King's Court."

Bai Xian'er seemed to remember something:

"It is said that before launching a war, the Golden Wolf Kingdom would send people to poison the enemy country to create chaos. This time, it may be the same."

"Golden Wolf King's Court?"

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

There are many countries in the Jiufu Realm, and there are seven truly powerful countries. Among them, the Golden Wolf Kingdom has the largest territory.

The Golden Wolf Kingdom is also the most war-loving country among all the countries.

The former Nantian Mountain Hunting was mostly initiated by the Golden Wolf Kingdom. After that war, there was a long silence. Is it going to start a war again?

"Grandpa, are you going to Zhongzhou this time?"

Bai Xian'er quietly changed the subject.

The Six Hells Demon Sect is adjacent to the Golden Wolf Kingdom, and has a good relationship with the Golden Wolf Kingdom. She doesn't want to interfere in these matters at all, otherwise if she is discovered, she will die without a complete body.

"That's right."

An Qisheng took a deep look at Bai Xian'er and said calmly:

"You left a mark for me, but did you find anything?"

"Grandpa, the Holy Son is determined to come to Dafeng this time, and no one can stop him. You'd better not take risks."

Bai Xian'er advised:

"The Xiayi Sect is trying to stand out this time, but I'm afraid it will be destroyed soon."

"If I don't look for him, will he not look for me?"

An Qisheng's heart moved, as if he felt something interesting.

As he practiced the Wanyun Wangqi technique, his spirit gradually reached a strange level. He could feel that the Saint of the Six Hells Demon Sect, whom he had never met, also had deep malice towards him.

Bai Xianer smiled bitterly: "Yes, everyone on the Earth List this time is the target of the Saint. Someone is already looking for your whereabouts."

"I can guess it."

An Qisheng glanced at Bai Xianer with a smile, and said leisurely:

"What I am more curious about now is whether you were followed by someone because of your carelessness, or you want to borrow Grandpa's knife to kill someone again"

Boom!

An Qisheng stepped lightly, and layers of ripples spread out like water waves.

The huge restaurant shook suddenly, and dust fell.

And between the steps, the door of the room suddenly opened!

The air flow whistled, the dust scattered, and a pale knife light instantly illuminated the entire room!