"I have completed the thirty-three sections of the ladder to heaven and have broken through to the true realm."
In the quiet room, the copper basin and water are ready, and the small bronze mirror is placed at the bottom of the water.
Situ Yuntao's projection had just condensed over the basin, and he couldn't help but look surprised when he heard such a sentence.
"So fast?! The last time you and I talked, didn't we estimate that it would take nearly a year to achieve a safe breakthrough?"
"There are some unexpected things. The opportunity and inspiration came from outside, and I made a breakthrough in advance.”
Su Hanshan spread his right hand forward, and many soft golden rays of light rose from his palm. Each ray of light was more than ten times thinner than a hair.
The internal force can be so fine, and it can be maintained after being sent out of the body.
This is a conclusive evidence that practicing the Thirty-three Sections of the Ladder to Heaven has replayed the hidden meridians on its own.
"Okay! Okay!"
Situ Yuntao's eyes brightened slightly and he praised him. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. He said, "Since I invited you to attend the Shenwei Banquet, I have been so many times. Give me a surprise. When you participate in the true trial in the future, maybe your strength will exceed our best expectations.”
"But judging from your look, you have something else important to talk to me about. It doesn't hurt to just say it."
Su Hanshan took advantage of the situation and said: "The opportunity I got this time has not only inspired my personal practice. In addition, it is also very beneficial for the recruitment and training of new soldiers. It is possible to reduce the consumption of food, wine and meat to one-tenth of the original level by the time the Qi Sea is completed."
He told some stories about the world of martial arts. The cultivation formulas and the experience of training soldiers and horses in Chang'an City.
Although it was not complete, it was enough to make Situ Yuntao moved.
Even Su Hanshan is now thinking about training soldiers and horses and cultivating his own power. Situ Yuntao's demands in this regard will only be earlier and more urgent than his.
The more troops that can be controlled, the more new soldiers they want to train, and the more troublesome the loss of food becomes.
"I can hand over these complete sets of cultivation methods and military training experience to my senior brother, but there is one request."
Su Hanshan's eyes darkened slightly and he continued, "I killed Fei Mei Li, the leader of Liujian Sect’s Punishment Hall, will kill more of them next. , when their sect master hears the news, he may take action against me."
"I would like to ask my senior brother to send a master in the Xuantai realm to help me offset this worry."
Xuantai. A master starts with the energy of heaven and earth equal to ten times his own skill.
Liu Zhaoheng, the leader of the Feiliu Sword Sect, had entered the Xuantai realm many years ago. Even if he needed to suppress the sword spirit now, Su Hanshan didn't think he had any chance of winning against him.
If you need to find foreign aid, you have to find it.
Situ Yuntao himself is in the Xuantai realm, but if he can compete with the Situ family, he must have reliable support, and he will be in the Snow Ridge for a long time.
"Feiliu Sword Sect?"
After hearing Su Hanshan explain the process of the grudge, Situ Yuntao also knew that the grudge could not be resolved, he frowned slightly and pondered for a while.
"The current structure of Xueling is that all parties and departments restrain each other and cannot be broken through fighting. Feiliu Sword Sect is also a very important part. In the past many years, anyone who wants to break up with Feiliu Sword Sect must consider , after doing it myself, will the fisherman benefit from it?"
"But..."
He was silent for a few breaths, then suddenly his brows relaxed, and the topic changed, "The past is the past, now. Now, the vision of all the rivers in the world being red has been revealed, and the situation everywhere can be changed.”
“Your strength has grown by leaps and bounds, and you have developed a grudge with the Feiliu Sword Sect, maybe. It's an opportunity."
"Just do whatever you want, without worrying about Liu Zhaoheng's existence, but you have to face the threats from others on your own."
"Don't be careless. I don't want to lose a scheduled junior disciple and a set of secrets for training soldiers."
As soon as he finished speaking, Situ Yuntao's shadow disappeared.
Su Hanshan raised his eyebrows slightly and walked out of the quiet room without hesitation.
The necessary preparations have been made, and now there is no need to waste any time.
If the delay lasts a moment longer, Uncle Zuo may be at risk.
………………
The sunny day shines all over the earth.
The mountain forests in the north have not yet thawed in large areas, but the snow on the trees has melted a lot under the continuous sunshine, and the ice edges have become clearer and more transparent, revealing the dark branches.
The boulder cliffs are also black under the reflection of the white snow, and the trampled road in the mountains is still black.
The vast and rugged mountains and rivers are a world depicted in black and white.
Two men in white cloaks flew through the mountains, their bodies mixed together. The only different color from the mountains and forests was their names.
They all have the surname Lan.
The man with thin eyes is named Lan Qianfang, and the other man with a hooked nose is named Lan Yuanshi. They both belong to the secret hall of Feiliu Sword Sect.
Lan Qianfang suddenly stopped on the snow and took out a ring-shaped jade pendant in his arms.
The jade pendant was emitting white light. Lan Qianfang pinched a few seals, and after infusing the energy, a middle-aged man's voice came out.
"It's me, Mei Li, have you found the sword slave there?"
"Not yet."
Lan Qianfang said, "The sword slave was seriously injured when he defected, but I'm afraid it's because of the serious injury that even his blood sense sometimes becomes unstable and wanders around like a headless fly."
"We judge that he will look for his daughter, but along the way. , His route was really twists and turns, and he vomited blood in many places, making it difficult for us to distinguish where he was going."
Lan Yuanshi also flew over: "Currently, our three halls, The search has been divided into four routes, one for each true form realm, and the three ladders combined are responsible for one route, but if it continues, I am afraid it will be divided into more routes.”
Meili said: "I have already captured his daughter. It took a lot of effort. Fortunately, I didn't alert the tough guys at Songhe Martial Arts School. When they wanted to investigate afterwards, they had no clues. Don't worry. The people from Situ Yuntao got involved."
Lan Qianfang looked happy: "Okay, this way, we can just wait and see, no matter how many detours he takes, as long as he doesn't die in the middle. There will always be people looking for his daughter on the road."
"Well, you keep the sound-transmitting jade pendant on so that I can determine the direction and rush to meet you."
Mei Li said, "In addition, Lan Yuanshi, please contact a few other people. Passers-by, let’s see if there is any new news from them. If the sword slave has been caught by them, we don’t have to go through any trouble.”
The sound from Yupei’s side quickly disappeared, leaving only the sound of wind, it seems. Is on his way. Lan Qianfang and Lan Yuanshi were not idle either. After contacting others, they still searched according to their original routes.
The people in the secret hall are different from the public servants of Feiliu Jianzong. They have been recruited and trained since childhood. They do extremely harsh and cruel things in exchange for rewards.
So they have always been more eager to make meritorious deeds. Even if some of them reach high positions in the sect, this habit has not changed.
Mei Li was the previous generation leader of the Dark Hall. Because he had made many meritorious deeds and was old, he was transferred to the Penal Hall by the sect master, giving him a high-level status on the surface and enjoying his time in and out of the hall. Honor, it has been there for many years.
This time around, even Meili is so active in pursuing the Sword Slave. How could Lan Qianfang and Lan Yuanshi be slacking off?
After walking a few miles, they discovered that a large number of people were passing by in a mountain col not far away. They stopped to check and saw no figure who might be the Sword Slave before continuing forward.
The total number of people in that group was less than a hundred, and there were thirty powerful men with steel swords on their waists and riding horses.
The rest of the people were all young men and women, uniformly dressed in shabby clothes, even like beggars. They were dirty, their hands were tied with ropes, and they were walking with fear on their faces.
These people on horseback are all slave traders.
The wealthy and wealthy households in the Chu Dynasty all had the custom of raising slaves, but the severity differed from place to place. Here in Xueling, it was originally considered a minor. Even if you sold yourself into slavery, you still had to have a deed of sale witnessed by the government. The origins of slaves can be traced, and those who are kidnapped and trafficked must be prosecuted.
However, after the refugees from Shanyang County poured into Xueling, many wealthy families took the opportunity to select slaves or take them as hermits. Few local governments could manage them, which gave these slave traders the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.
Most of the refugees who can successfully escape to the Snow Ridge are tough. Even if they are sold into slavery, they will not go through the traffickers and there will be no money to be made.
They wandered around remote villages and towns, looking for those good-looking young men and women, trying to abduct them and sell them to other places. They pretended to be refugees and evaded the supervision of the government, making a lot of money.
In the ice and snow, some weak-tempered boys and girls could not help but cry softly as they walked.
The man on horseback shouted: "Why are you crying? The weather is getting warmer now. If you dared to cry a while ago, your face would be frozen to death. I am taking you to enjoy the blessings. There is no need to plant seeds in the future. You can make money without having to work. I don’t know how many people want to go there but there is no way.”
The boys and girls had obviously been taught a lesson by these people many times. After being frightened by this, their cries immediately became much lower, but some of them still couldn't stop and murmured about their parents at home.
Among these human traffickers, there are many people with martial arts skills and sharp eyes. They could hear the murmurs clearly, but they just snorted and didn't take it to heart.
Their parents are just simple country people who may have never traveled far in their lives. Even if they lose their children and are anxious, they don’t know how to chase these habitual criminals, let alone whether they can snatch them after they catch up. Return to your children.
Human traffickers are used to this kind of business, they just identify honest people who are easy to bully.
Unexpectedly, when this group of people was about to walk through the col, a figure suddenly sat up in the snow on the roadside.
The patch of snow was flat and flat, no different from anywhere else, and I didn't know how this person hid in it or how long he stayed there.
The traffickers immediately reined in their horses and pressed their knives, becoming alert.
Although the man looks unkempt and his clothes are in tatters, he looks like a beggar, but he must have put some effort into hiding in the snow for a long time in this kind of weather.
When the leader of the traffickers opened his mouth, he was polite and asked cross-talk.
The beggar turned a deaf ear and walked straight into the crowd, scaring the young men and women into hastily avoiding him.
"Who...called me..."
The beggar's tone was stagnant, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time. He looked around with confusion.
He clearly heard someone calling daddy. It was a nice, girly voice, very familiar. It belonged to him... Who was it?
In short, he is a very important person.
But no one in front of me calls me daddy anymore, there is no such voice anymore.
Many scenes seemed to flash through the beggar's mind, cracked and messy colors, the prey he brought home, and he taught a vague-faced girl how to smell the prey, and laughed when the girl was smoked.
Besides there was a more mature woman's voice blaming him, but it was all broken and incoherent.
What suddenly appeared in his mind was a different sky. There were swords everywhere, huge stone swords, broken palaces, sword-like pools, sword-shaped canyons, and flying rusty swords. , broken sword, broken sword.
"Long Sheng, Yun'er..."
The beggar's face was dull, his body was stiff, and he showed no reaction to the traffickers' increasingly impatient tone and probing glances.
He had been thinking about those things recently, and hearing those voices seemed like a weak woman was telling him something, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
However, there was still someone chasing him, such a vicious person, which made him vomit blood all the time. He moved from place to place and had no time to recall and put together the broken pictures.
After all, the traffickers were not prepared to cause trouble, and they took the boys and girls with them to avoid this weird beggar. Some traffickers got off their horses and grabbed the boys and girls.
When the strong man roughly grabbed a little girl with a dirty face, the little girl screamed in pain. The next moment, he felt severe pain in his wrist, as if he was being clamped by iron pliers. live.
The weird beggar reached out and held his wrist, turning his head to look at him, his eyes still so dull.
The traffickers were already nervous, so when they saw him doing something, they all pounced on him with their swords drawn.
Their murderous intentions and malice were like needle pricks, causing the sluggish beggar to suddenly stir and "swing" the strong man in his hand.
The body, as strong as a bear, with a shiny face and not afraid of freezing in the cold wind, drew an arc in mid-air and hit the ground.
Boom! ! !
When the sound came out, all the traffickers, without even changing their expressions, were suddenly beaten into pools of blood and mud by the invisible force from above.
The ground between the mountains seemed to have twenty-nine huge blood-colored flowers.
Only the strong man who was shaken by the beggar still kept his body intact, but his eyes had turned white and he was unconscious.
All the horses, all the young men and women, stared at this scene blankly.
Even the horse's eyes showed immense fear when the beggar's figure was reflected.
With a scream, these boys, girls and horses ran away like frightened birds.
The beggar held the strong man in his hand and looked at those who escaped, but he couldn't identify which little girl it was. He had read out the familiar voice before.
He stood there blankly, but soon his eyes became fierce, like a wounded beast.
On the hillside ahead, two figures in white cloaks have turned back and attacked.
(End of this chapter)