Chapter 557 Meeting Again
The black-blooded spider seemed to have a premonition of its own doom, roaring in a low voice, and the huge spikes rolled crazily around its body, but it was unable to do anything about the blue electric grid that restrained it.
Despair, like an abyss, gradually swallowed its eyes.
Three days and three nights later, Yang Qian slowly stepped out of the stone chamber. He left the deep mountainside, leaving only a withered black spider corpse behind. The corpse turned into blue smoke in the breeze and dissipated in the air. .
After glancing around at the surrounding mountains, Yang Gan's body suddenly glowed with purple light, rising from the ground and galloping towards the central part of Dajin.
His destination is Jinjing—the most prosperous and prosperous city that stands in the center of the holy land for cultivating immortals in the human world!
With Yang Qian's speed, he quickly crossed Longzhou and entered the neighboring prefectures.
He activated his escape technique with all his strength, and it turned into a dazzling purple rainbow, piercing the sky and disappearing into the distance.
Some low-level monks I met occasionally along the way sensed Yang Qian's faint aura of a Nascent Soul monk, and they all respectfully stayed away.
Nascent Soul-level monks are also beings that ordinary monks in the Jin Dynasty need to look up to, so naturally they dare not show the slightest disrespect.
More than a month later, Yang Qian entered Jinjiang County near Jinjing. A few days later, Yang Qian had arrived a hundred miles away from Jinjing.
At a corner of the official road, a dilapidated two-wheeled carriage was pulled by a brown old horse and moved forward slowly.
In front of the carriage sat a scholar in black shirt.
With his sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, he looks very heroic. He is exactly Yang Qian.
However, at this moment, he looked like he was not sleeping, his body was swaying and his eyes were half-closed.
In fact, this is just an appearance. Secretly, Yang Qian is refining a Xue Po Pill he took a few days ago, as well as a trace of the remaining demonic energy of the black blood spider.
Speaking of which, the black-blooded spider's demonic energy was simpler than he imagined. He handed it over directly to the Five Demon Queens, and the five demons ate it up. It is estimated that it can be completely absorbed and digested in two days.
When the time comes, the power of the Five Sons of Tongxin Demon can be improved again. Xiao Xu will probably be able to give him a surprise when he meets the elder of Yinluo Sect, Gan Lao Demon.
In comparison, the refining of Xue Po Pill was a bit slow.
Speaking of which, since he refined the Snow Po Pill, a pill that can enhance the power of ice and cold, he has matured it a lot and has taken more than twenty pills.
The diluted towering fortune dew that Yang Qian exchanged from Han Li still has some reserves, which is enough to last for a long time.
This elixir is indeed one of the ancient elixirs. Yang Qian clearly felt that the dry blue ice flame that he had originally refined became more and more pure.
The remaining impurities in the Shura Holy Fire that could not be refined gradually merged and disappeared, greatly increasing the power of the cold energy.
Although these elixirs are highly effective, the difficulty of refining them is also a headache.
Every time after taking Xue Po Pill, it takes three or four months before it can be refined again, which makes Yang Qian feel a little helpless.
Otherwise, if you can take one pill every month, it is estimated that the power of Shura Holy Fire will be extremely terrifying in more than a hundred years, and maybe you can cultivate it to the legendary realm of being frozen thousands of miles away.
But even if it continues like this, the Holy Fire of Shura is by no means inferior to any of the top-level supernatural powers of the good and evil paths, and has almost never been truly restrained by other techniques.
Yang Qian deeply admired the idea of the old demon Xuan Gu. This old demon's idea of the Shura Holy Fire was truly breathtaking.
Yang Gan couldn't help but feel a little helpless, and the refining of the sun's essence fire had always troubled him.
Whether it is because this flame has not yet been perfectly integrated with the Taiyin Essence Fire, or for other unknown reasons, there is always a subtle gap between the Sun Essence Fire and the Shura Sacred Fire.
He tried more than a dozen secret techniques, but none of them could break the boundary of vagueness and non-existence. He could only put it aside for the time being, hoping to find the Taiyin Essence Fire in the future and come up with a better plan.
In addition, Yang Qian also stopped taking Dragon Scale Fruit.
Not long ago, he encountered a refining bottleneck again. Even after taking three dragon scale fruits in a row, he could not feel the slightest effect.
Therefore, he decided to stop ripening the dragon scale fruit tree and put it aside for the time being.
As for why Yang Gan appeared here driving a carriage, the reason is actually very simple.
Jinjing, as the capital of mortals, has an unwritten rule in the world of immortal cultivators in the Jin Dynasty: fighting and flying are strictly prohibited within a thousand miles of Jinjing to show respect for the immortal cultivators and the officials of the Jin Dynasty.
In the vast land of Jin Dynasty, the worlds of immortal cultivators and mortals are intertwined and dependent on each other.
This rule is undoubtedly an invisible shackles for those cultivators who are still in the early stages of cultivation.
But for those experts who have reached the Nascent Soul stage or have mastered the superb escape method, this is just a piece of paper, and they sneer at it and turn a blind eye.
After all, those responsible for patrolling around Jinjing are mostly casual cultivators hired by the government, and their cultivation levels are generally not very high.
As long as you don't get noticed by them, or fly unobtrusively at low altitude when entering the city, you can get away with it.
Yang Qian thought the same way, and he didn't take this rule seriously.
But since he had enough time, he planned to refine the precious Xue Po Pill on the way.
In addition, Yang Qian was wary of the mysterious elder of the Ye family in Jin Dynasty who was suspected of being an ancient demon. Therefore, hundreds of miles away from Jin capital, he restrained his escape and randomly bought an old man in a small town. The horse embarked on its journey leisurely.
Along the way, Yang Qian also met many immortal cultivators, who were riding horses or sitting in cars along the official road.
Yang Qian didn't want to attract too much attention. He restrained his magic power to the point of leakage, just like an ordinary mortal.
Naturally, these low-level cultivators couldn't see through anything, and no one came to harass Yang Qian.
Because Yang Qian's carriage was not fast, there were already seven or eight groups of pedestrians and caravans rushing past on this official road.
Yang Gan's carriage was not fast, and seven or eight groups of pedestrians and caravans had passed him along the way.
But he didn't take it seriously. At this moment, he was feeling the strands of medicinal power in his dantian. They were like cool streams, slowly flowing into his meridians, making him feel as calm as water.
However, at this moment, Yang Qian frowned slightly.
He felt the sound of horse hooves suddenly sounding like a storm on the road behind him.
Yang Qian's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were slightly closed and suddenly opened. He gently pulled the reins in his hands. The old horse seemed to know the master's intention and moved aside obediently, giving way to the oncoming enemy. team.
Yang Qian looked back lazily. I saw a yellow dragon rolling towards me from the official road behind me, with flags fluttering inside, as if thousands of troops were rushing towards us.
There was a hint of surprise on his face, and he raised his eyebrows inadvertently.
The Huanglong team approached Yang Gan's position in the blink of an eye. A group of knights in silver helmets loomed in the dust and fog, and gradually became clearer.
These knights are all tall, mighty, energetic and intimidating.
In the center of the team, a middle-aged man in brocade robes riding a black horse is particularly eye-catching. A long sword hangs from his waist, and a huge "king" is embroidered on a banner behind his back, highlighting his extraordinary power. identity.
Among the knights, there were several jasper carts pulled by horses, speeding past as if nothing could stop them.
"Magical weapon?" When Yang Gan saw the car, a glint flashed in his eyes, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face.
His consciousness glanced slightly, and he saw that the other cars were okay, but there seemed to be some dead objects piled inside. Only one car had the aura of monks faintly exposed. Although the aura was very weak, ordinary cultivators were actually mixed with these sergeants. It was really Somewhat unexpected.
Yang Gan pulled the reins and stopped the vehicle on the side of the road to let the sergeants.
There should be about three to four hundred people in this group of knights, but when they passed by, it was like a hurricane blowing, with an astonishing momentum.
Yang Gan's eyes flashed a few times. These knights were all filled with evil spirits, as if they were all brave and good at fighting. These were not ordinary city defenders, but rather like border guards who often participated in bloody battles.
After all, although the Great Jin Dynasty is huge, it borders some alien lands in the southeast and northwest, and mortal wars often occur with the aborigines there. Only in such a chaotic place can real iron-blooded sergeants be trained. .
While Yang Qian was thinking about it, a jade car passed by, and a look flashed through the gap in the car window. He happened to see Yang Qian beside him, and then a soft whine sounded in the car.
Yang Qian seemed to sense something, and couldn't help but look up, seeing a pair of familiar bright eyes passing by the car window.
He was slightly startled, but before he could remember who it was, the group of knights had already gone away.
Staring at the retreating queue, Yang Qian pondered for a while, and finally shook his head, giving up the idea of exploring the car with his spiritual consciousness.
Through the observation just now, he has made some guesses about the origin of this team.
Although he was full of curiosity, Yang Qian did not feel the need to pay too much attention at this moment.
After the knights disappeared from sight, Yang Gan started again and continued moving forward.
Soon, after about twenty or thirty miles, Yang Gan came to a three-way intersection. Next to the intersection was a vibrant forest, and beside the forest were several simple tea shops.
The transportation here is convenient, and many travelers choose to rest here. Some carriages and horses stop outside the tea shop, and the owners enter these simple places to drink water and eat.
After all, this is almost the only resting place to Jinjing in this direction.
Most people passing by will take a break.
Yang Gan glanced casually and saw the knights in shining armor dismounting and resting by the forest.
But several jade carts also stayed there, but one of them was now half open and empty inside.
And the middle-aged man in brocade robes was also not among the knights.
Yang Gan raised his eyebrows and glanced at the tea shops subconsciously. Then he calmly urged the carriage and horses to continue on the road through this intersection.
But at this moment, one of the knights, seeing Yang Qian's car, suddenly strode over and blocked the way.
Yang Gan couldn't help but be stunned.
"Is this young master's surname Yang?" The knight saluted Yang Qian slightly and said in a respectful and measured tone.
"Yes, that's my surname! Is there anything wrong, sir?" Yang Qian's expression changed and he said slowly.
"Since it is really Young Master Yang, then I have found the wrong person. My lady invited the young master to go to the tea shop to have a talk."
"Your lady? Hmm. Okay, I'll just go over there." Yang Gan's expression changed, and he remembered the pair of bright eyes he saw in the car just now. After pondering for a while, he finally nodded and said.
He immediately jumped off the carriage lightly.
"Master, please, my lady has booked the small tea shop over there. Master, just come with me." The soldier said in a deep voice and waved to the edge of the forest.
Immediately, two other soldiers came over to help Yang Qian lead the carriage.
Yang Qian followed this person and walked to one of the tea shops.
A moment later, Yang Qian stood in the tea shop, facing two young women and a middle-aged man.
The man is naturally the middle-aged man in brocade robes who is over forty years old. He has a long beard and narrow eyes, and looks like he is not angry but has no authority.
The remaining two women are both in their prime, with beautiful appearance and extraordinary temperament, and they are both immortal cultivators, but one is at the seventh level of Qi refining stage, and the other is at the fifth level of Qi refining stage.
The man sat still, while the other two women saw Yang Gan coming in. They all stood up to greet him. Among them, the woman who was on the fifth level of Qi Refining saw a look of surprise on her pretty face when she saw Yang Gan coming in. She stood up and said softly:
"Senior Yang Yang, we haven't seen each other for many years, but we meet again here. I will remember the guidance and life-saving grace given to the junior in my heart, and I am very grateful."
"It turns out to be Miss Cao, what a coincidence! What happened back then was just a coincidence, you don't need to be like this." Yang Qian was stunned for a moment and then replied with a smile.
This woman was actually Cao Mengrong, the daughter of the county captain, whom he met when he first arrived in Dajin a few years ago and emerged from his cocoon.
At the moment, Cao Mengrong naturally did not dare to tell Yang Qian's identity. After all, a master in the Nascent Soul stage could not afford to offend himself and others. But after seeing Yang Qian, Cao Mengrong didn't know what he was thinking. It was all a coincidence. A verbal invitation was given.
"Senior Yang saved this junior's life back then. This junior has always been engraved in my heart and will never forget it! By the way, let me introduce you. This is Senior Sister Wang. She took great care of me and showed sympathy to my sisters when I was in the sect. , this is Senior Sister Wang’s uncle, who has always been stationed in the southern border of the Jin Dynasty. He is the famous General Zhu Nan. This time he was ordered to come to court. "
Cao Mengrong saw that Yang Qian didn't seem to take her seriously. He was silent for a moment, and then started to introduce Yang Qian to the middle-aged man and another young woman with a peach-like face.
"General Zhunan! It turns out that he is one of the famous eight generals of the Jin Dynasty. Yang is really disrespectful." When he heard that the beautiful woman was Senior Sister Cao Mengrong, Yang Qian just nodded lightly. For a Qi refining period The low-level monks were also given enough face.
But when he heard the identity of the imposing man beside him, he couldn't help but feel a touch of emotion on his face.
Although Yang Qian's understanding of the Jin Dynasty was limited to the descriptions in the original work, he still knew a thing or two about some of the most famous high-ranking officials in the Jin Dynasty through his travels in the past few years.
(End of chapter)