Fantasy: Starting From Being In A Desperate Situation And Running Around As Escorts

The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.

The breeze blows in the green waves, and the grassland is scented with flowers.

Li Liangping's business gang is still within the Xianbei tribe.

Their goods sell very well here, and they will probably be sold out in two days.

In the felt tent, Li Changshou was gnawing on the leg of lamb, feeling a little complicated.

Wang Youshun came back from selling the goods and walked into the felt tent to take a look at him.

Picked up the tobacco stick and started smoking.

Last night, Li Changshou came back alone.

He didn't explain much, and everyone saw that he didn't look good and didn't ask any more questions.

Li Changshou raised the wine and took a big sip.

Wiping his mouth, he continued to chew the lamb leg carefully.

"When will the merchant gang set off?" Li Changshou asked proactively.

"Two days later."

Li Changshou nodded and stopped talking.

At night, Li Changshou read "Qi Circulation Inscription"

He also has three Qi Refining pills in his hand, which he got from the boy who owned the Ba Serpent.

Take the Spiritual Qi and swallow it into your body, causing it to wander through the seven meridians and eight meridians.

“Buzz——!!”

The handleless hidden sword vibrated slightly.

Li Changshou's control of this sword has reached the limit of what he can achieve.

If you want to go deeper, you can only exercise the spirit of Soul Refining through Qi Refining.

Improving the Martial Dao Realm has no effect on the Flying Sword.

The two are two schools.

There are two paths to practice: Martial Dao and Qi Refining

Qi Refining is divided into sword cultivators and ordinary Qi Refining practitioners.

As for the middle one, Martial Dao and Qi Refining are both majors.

According to Yun Ran, there are very few cultivators who master both.

This is also easy to understand, specializing in one thing and focusing on two things.

Although Yun Ran doesn't mind that he studies both.

But Li Changshou had a feeling that he could do it, but he couldn't explain clearly.

It's like inexplicably understanding your own breathing method on the battlefield.

He could only call it a sixth sense.

His thoughts were very complicated, and he didn't want to think about Yunran anymore.

He let go of his own spirit, according to the "Qi Circulation Inscription".

Let God be the master and let the Qi flow throughout the body without stopping.

Holding Ziwu Jue with both hands, the two qi of Yin & Yang are naturally connected.

After a long time, my hands felt warm and swollen, which was very strange.

This is the effect of the connection between Yin & Yang.

Listening with both ears, it is like entering a state of complete silence.

The mind and breath depend on each other, and there are no distracting thoughts. Gradually, you reach the Realm of "quietness".

The last step is visualization.

The method of "visualization" is similar to the martial artist's breathing method.

They are all secret cultivation methods of every cultivator. They are kept secret and not taught, and are passed down from master to disciple.

Li Changshou used the visualization method recorded in "Qi Circulation Inscription"

This method is mysterious and mysterious, and you can only taste its meaning yourself.

Even if you learn it yourself and teach it to others, you still have an indescribable feeling.

What is about to appear with two eyes, seems to be seen but not seen...

Then from the points, they gradually condensed into pieces, and the pieces came from the outside to the inside...

I can only figure it out for myself and experience this feeling myself.

"Huh~"

He tried for many days and nights, but tonight he had this wonderful feeling.

The clear Qi rises along the Du Channel, the Qi rushes to Baihui, and the Qi sinks to Huiyin.

He took out three Qi Refining pills and was hesitating whether to take them and hit Qi Refining.

At this time, there was chaotic movement outside.

Li Changshou hurriedly put away the Qi Refining Pills and ended his meditation.

As soon as he poked his head out, he met Li Liangping head-on.

"what happened?"

"The Xianbei people caught a piece of the Tang Dynasty's work, melon fields and plum trees.

Let's not get involved and just stay in the felt tent. "

"Elaborate work?"

Li Changshou frowned slightly.

He couldn't help but think of Wang Baolu, a fine artist lurking in Ningguo. Could it be him?

The movement outside lasted for a while and then stopped.

After such an interruption, Li Changshou lost his previous state of mind.

I tried several times but couldn't get it right, so I had to rest.

Today he was extra tired because of Qi Refining, and he had another dream.

He often dreams about returning to the battlefield.

The air was filled with disgusting blood and smoke.

The blood-stained soldiers were making a last-ditch effort.

A series of muffled sounds were mixed with the sharpness of the sky, and the blazing flames were scurrying around.

But today he didn't dream about the battlefield, but instead dreamed about Yun Ran...

The next day, early morning.

Li Changshou woke up leisurely.

He was stunned for a while before crawling out of the blanket.

For the first time since he traveled to this world, he dreamed of a second woman besides his mother.

He shook his head to get rid of the messy thoughts.

Walking out of the tent, the morning wind blew against my cheeks.

Li Changshou took a deep breath.

Some of the merchant gang members were still immersed in their dreams, while others had already set up stalls with their remaining merchandise, waiting for customers to come.

Li Changshou was wandering around in the tribe as if nothing had happened.

He didn't see the so-called Datang Xizuo, so he probably had it solved.

I don’t know if that person is Wang Baolu.

He originally wanted to make some inquiries, but soon he realized that he had made unnecessary inquiries.

Because the Xianbei people had already carried the man out.

Two Xianbei men held Datang Xizuo between their left and right sides and tied him to the stake.

Blood dragged all over the floor, and the man seemed to have been tortured.

Li Changshou saw his face clearly.

If not Wang Baolu, who else could it be.

Several high-pitched eagle calls were heard in mid-air, and three goshawks were hovering here.

Wang Baolu saw Li Changshou through the blur of blood.

He suddenly smiled.

The goshawk leaned down and pecked his eyeball.

Wang Baolu's screams echoed throughout the field.

When everyone in the merchant gang saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel frightened and sad.

The Xianbei people in the tribe looked more curious, as if they were watching something interesting.

Wang Baolu suddenly stopped screaming and started singing loudly.

He raised his voice as if he was announcing something to the world.

No one knew what he was singing, but it seemed to be a military song.

But even the merchants in the Tang Dynasty couldn't quite hear every word in his lyrics.

A young Xianbei leader frowned and asked Li Liangping what he was singing.

Li Liangping only said that he didn't know.

They were all looking at Wang Baolu with strange eyes, looking at this Xi Zuo who was still singing loudly even though he was about to die.

Of all the people present, only Li Changshou understood.

The other party was transmitting the message using a cipher text that was only circulated among the Yue Family Army.

He was telling himself the place and method of meeting his contact person...

He could no longer pass on the news of the secret alliance between Ningguo and the Xianbei people.

Therefore, he placed his hope on Li Changshou.

He hoped that the other party could deliver the message on his behalf.

The goshawk had pecked out both of his eyeballs, his nose was gone, and only half of his ears were left.

The blood had stained his entire head red.

But he was still singing loudly, over and over again.

The goshawk targeted the rest of his body.

But he didn't utter another cry.

The loud singing lingered over the grassland for a long time...

By the time night fell, Wang Baolu was already dying.

He tilted his head and made an inaudible singing sound from his throat.

Until he could no longer make any sound, he died like this.