The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World

"Master, I wonder if you still need an old slave to serve you?"

After bidding farewell to the city defense captain of Anqing Prefecture, Feng Qingan set out on the road. Not long after walking on the official road, an old farmer carrying a pole came up to him with a smile and introduced himself.

"My father-in-law, even if I am in need of someone to serve me, I will not choose an old man like you who has half of his body buried in the ground!"

Feng Qing'an couldn't help but laugh when he saw the old man standing in front of him.

He knew the old man in front of him. He was one of the many Gangsha realm warriors who fought against Minglongjia. He was the oldest and most experienced warrior. He was able to fight fiercely with Minglong for two hours, and finally died due to lack of energy and blood. defeat.

"Sir, as the saying goes, an old man can only be aspiring to a thousand miles. Don't look at the old man's decrepit appearance, but he can still eat three buckets of rice and half a sheep in one meal!"

Seeing the refusal shown in Feng Qing'an's words, the old martial artist did not give up. He put the pole in his hand on the ground and slowly stood up straight, straightening his waist.

Even so, it only showed his tall frame, but could not hide his body that had shriveled with the merciless years.

"Whether the young master is going up the mountain to hunt tigers or going down to the river to catch turtles, the old man can still do a thing for you!"

"My husband's body and bones are well maintained. I wonder if I will live a long life this year?"

Feng Qing'an looked at the old martial artist standing up straight in front of him. He was obviously just one person, but his aura seemed to be taller than that of him on the horse. He couldn't help but ask.

Feng Qingan still had no intention of recruiting anyone. He was mainly curious. He wanted to know how long a warrior at this level would live. After all, their bodies had undergone two transformations and were different from ordinary people.

"How old am I this year?"

Hearing Feng Qing'an's question, the old man was slightly startled, and then showed a thoughtful look.

"Eight years ago, a group of filial juniors celebrated the old man's 200th birthday."

"Eight out of two hundred!"

Feng Qingan was slightly surprised when he heard that the old man in front of him was so old, and then sighed,

"You are too old at this time. I should go back and take care of myself!"

At this age, Feng Qing'an is a real ancestor. He is not so conscience-stricken when he treats this ancestor as a servant.

"Before the fight with your martial arts armor, the old man still wanted to take care of himself. But after the fight, the old man couldn't go back. He just wanted to follow you, my master!"

"Why?"

"Young master may not understand, you are too young!"

"If I talk to me in such a riddle-like tone, then please go ahead and go!"

As soon as he heard this, Feng Qingan was about to drive people away.

"Master, don't worry, my thoughts have changed since the birthday banquet eight years ago. Although the birthday banquet was full of the old man's descendants, the old man was not happy."

"Isn't it good to have a family full of descendants?"

Feng Qingan felt that this guy was showing off, and no matter how many people begged him, he couldn't get it.

"The old man got married at the age of fourteen, and the children he gave birth to were all of mediocre qualifications. When I was a hundred years old, my wife, concubines, and children had all passed away before me, but I still had a dozen great-grandchildren to look after me.

But when the old man was two hundred years old, everyone he knew had been buried in the ground. Even though he knew that the children who held a birthday party for me were all my blood relatives, the old man regarded them as strangers! "

The old man sighed. He had been outstanding in martial arts since he was a child, but he got married to an ordinary woman. This was the source of pain in his life.

After practicing martial arts, he was reborn and had a lifespan several times that of ordinary mortals. So he could only sit and watch his wives, children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren die in front of him one after another, enduring separation again and again. suffering.

"..."

Feng Qingan had nothing to say. He could understand the pain, but he couldn't experience it personally.

"The old man originally wanted to wait quietly until the end of his life, but he got an invitation not long ago and came to Anqing Mansion City to fight against your Master's Martial God Armor. I have already seen the way forward.

It was at this time that I changed my mind. Instead of dying on the bed, it would be better to pursue the path of martial arts. Only in this way can I live up to my life! "

The old man explained his thoughts calmly, with a relaxed and indifferent smile on his face.

Feng Qingan listened, with thoughts in her heart.

In his prime, the city defense captain couldn't give up his official position. Fame and fortune blinded his eyes. Even though he saw the opportunity that could change his life, after some decision-making, he still chose the official position he had spent half his life to get.

However, there are old martial artists who have almost finished their lives. Even in their twilight years, they are still ambitious. After realizing the opportunity that can make them further in the martial arts, they give up everything and do not want to live in old age.

"I wonder if the young master will accept this old guy like me? Although half of my foot has already stepped into the soil, my other foot will probably not step in for another half a century. In the meantime, I can still serve the young master. of."

"If you want to follow, then follow, but I won't stop because of you!"

Feng Qing'an thought about it for a while, but did not refuse. An old warrior who wholeheartedly pursues the truth is not really too old to move, he just shows signs of exhaustion of blood. Observe, if he performs well, he can Reversal it.

It is naturally extremely difficult to increase his life span, but it is possible to make up for the life span he originally lost. Compared with increasing his life span, it is easier.

Warriors are fierce and aggressive, and they are willing to fight for life and death with others. God knows how many fights this old-looking old guy in front of me has experienced in the past two hundred years.

Feng Qing'an didn't know this, but one thing he knew was that the old guy's life energy was extremely depleted. However, this situation was very common among warriors. It was rare for a warrior to have full life energy.

"Master, just keep moving forward. If I can't keep up, I will naturally stop and will not hinder your progress, Master!"

The old man promised with a happy smile on his face.

"By the way, I rarely take the official road. When I am interested, I will travel over mountains and rivers. Do you mind?"

"That's a coincidence. The old man also likes to climb over mountains and ridges when he is on the road, and he doesn't like to take the right road!"

"That's not bad. I wonder what your last name is? How should I call you?"

Feng Qingan asked again.

"I don't dare to call you noble in front of the young master. The old man's surname is Zhao and he was the third son in the family when he was born. If the young master doesn't mind, you can just call the old man Zhao Laosan!"

"If I call you that, I won't let others hear it. I don't want people to talk about me and scold me for not respecting the elderly!"

"this……"

The old martial artist was stunned for a moment. Although he lived a long time, he was still a martial artist in the final analysis. Warriors rarely pay attention to respecting the elderly and caring for the young, especially when fighting.

"You are already so old, so you must be quite familiar with dealing with people. In that case, you can be a housekeeper for me, and I will call you Housekeeper Zhao. What do you think?"

"Thank you for the compliment, sir!"

As he spoke, the old man cupped his hands, and then looked at the shabby clothes on his body.

"Then I have to change into a matching outfit. The one I'm wearing now is too shabby!"

"It doesn't matter. If anyone dares to chirp in front of you, just give him a slap!"

Feng Qing'an was on the road again, and behind him was Butler Zhao, who seemed to follow the rules and be cautious in his words and deeds. However, this was only the first one, not the last one.

There have always been many martial arts idiots and martial madmen who sacrificed their fame and wealth for the sake of higher martial arts achievements.

As the rumors of the Martial God Armor spread from Anqing Mansion to the surrounding areas, Feng Qingan found that his originally dull travel became lively.

Warriors came to the door every day. At first, Feng Qingan was just having fun, but then he became impatient because he found that all these guys who came to him wanted to have sex for free.

Because according to rumors, the Martial God Armor is a divine armor that can only point out but will not hurt anyone's life.

In this case, some warriors who wanted to go further came over. Even some timid guys dared to follow after hearing the rumors. After all, their lives would not be endangered or even injured. In this case, why not personally Feel the so-called God of War?

Feng Qingan initially agreed to Minglongjia's fight with warriors because Minglongjia could integrate what he had learned during the fight. biqμgètν.

However, after discovering that Minglongjia would not gain positive feedback and benefits from fighting opponents of this level, but would instead be a waste of time, he changed his approach.

If you want to fight against the Martial God Armor, you can!

First of all, it must be in the Gangsha realm. Secondly, it must first defeat the old butler. Only by defeating the old butler can one fight against the Martial God Armor. Finally, it is the most important point.

Fighting against the Martial God Armor is no longer free. If you lose, you must hand over the martial arts skills and techniques you have practiced. If you win, tsk, it is simply impossible.

Feng Qing'an has full confidence in Minglongjia, but among the warriors who dare to come and provoke him, who doesn't have full confidence in him?

Not only for fishing, Feng Qingan also laid out enough bait. What the winner can get from him is a martial arts scripture that can cultivate to the realm of divine elixir.

Although it is a deduced divine elixir realm, and even the creator who derived the technique has not practiced to this realm, it is not considered fake, and it is just bait used to catch "fish". Feng Qingan has no idea. I have no intention of giving it to the "fish", so it doesn't matter.

However, when the aroma of "bait" spread out, the warriors in Dajin immediately went crazy. All warriors who got the news went on the road without hesitation.

Maybe some people don't care about the Martial God Armor and sneer at the nickname of the Martial God, but there are very few martial artists who can't care less about a martial arts scripture that has been cultivated to the level of the divine elixir.

The Great Jin Dynasty had particularly strict control over martial arts, because it could not control immortal cultivators, and had very limited restrictions on ghosts and gods. Within the territory of the Great Jin Dynasty, there were many gods who accepted rewards but did not obey orders.

So when a martial arts scripture that can be practiced to the realm of divine elixirs appeared, many warriors immediately went crazy. It was not that no one questioned the news, but after checking the origins of the people who held the martial arts scriptures, no one questioned it. .

Is it strange that my brother has killed so many ghosts and gods and has a martial arts scripture in his hand that can cultivate him to the level of divine elixir? If not, it would be abnormal.

Therefore, wherever Feng Qingan passed, the land was full of messes and devastation. Naturally, this had nothing to do with him. It was just the destruction caused by the warriors who came after him and the traces left by the fight.

However, most of the battles were between warriors. Minglongjia basically didn't take any action. The obstacles set by Feng Qing'an were able to eliminate many warriors. Of course, there was only Butler Zhao, which was too difficult for this old man.

Feng Qing'an was not that bastard, so later on, Feng Qing'an recruited a few Gangsha warriors who expressed their desire to follow him and asked them to select opponents for the Minglong Armor.

As for the reward? That would be easier. Just let Minglongjia beat them up regularly. The worse the beating, the better. The harder the blow, the better. After the beating, these guys have to thank them happily.

Gold, silver, money, etc., that's too tacky. Not to mention that Feng Qing'an doesn't like it, no one cares about these guys who come to him. Most of them are smart people who bring their own dry food and want to support him.

However, Feng Qing'an's vision has become higher and higher, and he has become more picky when choosing his followers. After the number of warriors following him increased to seven, he basically stopped choosing people.

It was enough. Although it was common for warriors to lose hands and feet in battles, Feng Qingan had a Qilin beast beside him that could kill human flesh and bones. The injury was nothing. As long as he didn't die, he could pull anything back.

This also made the Jin warriors even crazier!

"Sir, we're reaching Jinling Mansion just ahead!"

The carriage and horses were sparkling, and Butler Zhao, whose face seemed to be decades younger and whose white hair had turned into gray, chased to the carriage, lowered his head, and reported the report respectfully.

"I have sent Sun Biao to the city first to prepare a mansion for you to stay in!"

"Um!"

A lazy voice floated from the side of the carriage, and the soft forest breeze blew up the curtains, and you could see a young man lying between two wolves. After not seeing him for a few days, he had already developed a sense of nobility. , just like a young master who came out of the mansion of a noble family. The title of young master is no longer an honorific for him.

"As long as you make arrangements, there's no need to report everything!"

"yes!"

The old housekeeper bowed respectfully. By dusk in the evening, he was already living in a large house surrounded by a group of powerful warriors. He didn't pay a single coin. The entourage paid for it out of his own pocket, and the land deed was given to him.

Just after they settled in, the familiar scent of sandalwood spread in the yard again. This time, before Feng Qingan could react, the Gangsha warriors who had moved in together had already drawn their swords.

Warriors who have been trained by the evil spirit of Tiangang and Earth are not mortals with naked eyes, and most of the deception methods of demons, ghosts, snakes and gods cannot deceive their eyes.

"kill!"

A strong man with a body like a bear, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net, holding a bloody knife, stared at the ghosts and gods floating on the wall and entered the hospital. Without saying a word, he slashed them with the knife. Even the ghosts and gods had to be notified before entering. If you come without warning, If you are a thief, behead him!

"Sir, spare your life!"

The ghosts and gods who entered the hospital through the wall were so frightened that their souls almost dispersed when they saw the fierce sword light coming towards them. Their bodies were full of blood, like warriors in a furnace. They were the most hated people.

"stop!"

Feng Qing'an shouted to stop the human bear and let the light of the sword shine in the air, so that the ghosts and gods under the sword could avoid the disaster of having their bodies cut off with one sword. But even so, he was still trembling because dozens of eyes fell on him at the same time. It brought unprecedented pressure to him.

"Interesting, when I entered the city earlier, the ghosts and gods I saw were either civil and military judges or the city god himself. I didn't expect that when I got here, it was a low-level official like you!"

"My lord, I have misunderstood. I am here to send you an invitation. The Lord City God has already arranged a wedding banquet for you!"