Chapter 190 The Master Overwhelms the Enemy with One Breath [First Update, Please Subscribe]
Sima Qingshan looked like a scholar, carrying a book box on his back. In the book box were several scrolls, with the wooden scrolls sticking out of the book box.
He rode his horse and struggled through the heavy snow.
Soon, the majestic city of Beiluo came into sight.
Beiluo City, one of the six major defensive cities of the Great Zhou Dynasty, seemed to have been endowed with a status and meaning far beyond its own since the fame of Baiyujing Lu Ping'an spread far and wide.
Baiyujing is located in Beiluo, and Lu Pingan is also in Beiluo.
This city full of years has become a holy place in the eyes of practitioners all over the world.
Everyone knows Baiyujing, but because of Baiyujing, everyone also knows Beiluo City.
Otherwise, just by being one of the six defensive cities, it cannot become a city that people yearn for and admire.
Heavy snow was flying overhead. Sima Qingshan was wrapped in a thick woolen robe, breathing hot air from his mouth.
He was somewhat excited and expectant.
Once on the official road, there were many fellow travelers around, so Sima Qingshan didn't feel lonely.
We walked forward and arrived at the city gate.
Sima Qingshan's face was a little red from the cold. The Dragon Blood Army guarding the city took a look at him, checked him and then let him go.
While the Dragon Blood Army guarding the city were interrogating Sima Qingshan, Sima Qingshan was also observing them.
If before this, the world only feared Beiluo because of Baiyujing, then now, the existence of the Dragon Blood Army makes the world also fear Beiluo City.
This is an extremely powerful city.
A powerful city that is as powerful as an entire county.
In terms of combat power, the other five cities of the six defensive cities combined may not be a match for Beiluo.
Leading the horses, we entered Beiluo City. The spiritual energy was rich and lingering, like a fairyland. There were vendors hawking their wares in the snow all around.
The air was filled with the aroma of food.
This is a prosperous and peaceful city with good order and comfort, which makes people want to settle down here.
“It’s really a paradise on earth.”
Sima Qingshan sighed.
However, he did not stay in the city, but led his horse, asked passers-by, and headed towards Beiluo Lake.
Now, the three-day period has arrived.
Lu Pingan was about to start preaching and practicing, and he didn’t want to miss this rare opportunity.
Beiluo Lake was actually not difficult to find. After all, many practitioners were like a stream of people, gathering on the shore of Beiluo Lake, so Sima Qingshan found it easily.
Coming to the lakeside, looking at the misty aura on the lake, although there was snow in the sky, the lake was not frozen, but the water was giving off a strange warmth.
When the snow falls on the water, it melts immediately.
Looking at the misty lake, Sima Qingshan couldn't help but think of his time in Southern Jin City.
The scene where Nie Zhangqing, in a white shirt, blocked the way in front of him.
With a wave of his hand, the sword energy spread out and turned into sword shadows, easily defeating the barbarians who invaded the city.
That was the most shocking time for Sima Qingshan. He finally understood that cultivators were so powerful. Becoming a cultivator allowed him to do many things that he had wanted to do before but did not have the ability to do.
He was a man destined to become an immortal. He entered the mysterious land of immortals, received gifts from the immortals, and realized the art of painting.
He felt that he was the chosen one and had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.
Sima Qingshan arrived at the lakeside, but it was already crowded with people and there was no place to stay.
There wasn't even a single boat at the lakeside pier, leaving many practitioners who wanted to take a ferry to the island confused.
There were originally some boats at the dock, but they were all taken away by Lu Changkong's order.
Lu Fan doesn't care about these things.
But Lu Changkong has to take care of it.
Unable to reach the island.
Many practitioners were a little anxious, so they chose to find a place to stay, swept away the snow, and sat cross-legged.
Some people jumped directly onto the stone pier of the dock and sat cross-legged on it.
The practitioners sat cross-legged, raised their heads and looked toward the island in the middle of the lake, as if they were expecting and hoping for something.
Sima Qingshan arrived a little late and could hardly find any place to sit. If he really wanted to sit cross-legged, he would have to line up a mile or two away.
If it is really that far away, I am afraid the day lily will be cold by the time it arrives.
"Excuse me, please let me pass."
A little girl's voice sounded.
Sima Qingshan subconsciously turned sideways.
But I saw a little girl in a white dress carrying a black pot and holding a basket, walking through the crowd. Next to the girl, a man with a sword on his back was following slowly with a basket full of medicinal herbs.
"Ah? Why are all the boats gone?"
Ni Yu looked at the empty dock, bewildered.
"It should be because the young master is going to give a sermon, so he put away the boat."
Jingyue Road.
"It's okay. I'll take you to the island."
Jing Yue smiled.
Then, he put down the herbs in his hand and pressed two fingers on the hilt of the sword.
Jingtian Sword, unsheathed!
There was a clanging sound, and a faint sharp aura filled the air, making the falling snow seem slightly blocked.
The sword energy was like a dragon, cutting through the air and disturbing the snow feathers.
"Walk."
Jing Yue smiled.
He held the basket in one hand and picked up Ni Yu in the other and walked out.
The Jingtian sword fell into the water, suspended and burst out. Jing Yue took a breath of spiritual energy from his dantian, treaded on the water for a few steps, landed on the Jingtian sword, slid into the depths of the thick fog in the lake, and disappeared without a trace.
The practitioners on the lakeside were all amazed.
Some young masters of aristocratic families were so excited that their faces turned red, and some practitioners who came from poor families were also extremely shocked.
Sima Qingshan's eyes lit up slightly.
"Are you a disciple of Bai Yujing?"
Think about it.
Sima Qingshan seemed to have a flash of inspiration in his mind.
He squeezed to the shore of the lake, and because of the crowd, some practitioners became dissatisfied and annoyed.
"Why are you pushing so hard? If you're late, just sit in the back!"
This was a young man from an aristocratic family. When Sima Qingshan touched his waist, he became a little annoyed.
Sima Qingshan hurriedly apologized. In the distance, several young men from poor families waved to Sima Qingshan and asked him to stand with them.
Sima Qingshan was stunned, a smile appeared on his face, and he squeezed in among the children from poor families.
After greeting these people for a few words, he put down the bookcase where it was and took out a scroll from it.
He also took out a brush.
Many practitioners around looked at Sima Qingshan in confusion.
Sima Qingshan's clothes were tattered and had patches on many places. It seemed that he came from a poor family, so these children from poor families felt that they should help him out.
"Brother, are you planning to paint in the snow to record this great event of cultivation?"
A young man from a poor family asked curiously.
Sima Qingshan was startled when he heard this, but he raised his brush, put the book box back on his back, shook his head and smiled.
He pointed with his brush at the island in the middle of the lake shrouded in thick fog.
"I want to go to the island and listen to Young Master Lu's sermon from a closer distance."
As soon as these words came out.
Everyone around was stunned.
The prince who had previously scolded Sima Qingshan burst into laughter.
I just think Sima Qingshan is fanciful.
How to enter the island without a boat?
Sima Qingshan did not explain too much. He looked at the island in the middle of the lake with rippling blue waves and showed an expectant smile.
Spiritual energy surged, and overwhelming pressure was suddenly released from his body.
Suddenly, it swept across the entire shore of Beiluo Lake.
The several Dragon Blood Army soldiers in charge of guarding were all shocked and looked at Sima Qingshan in disbelief.
However, a funnel-shaped vortex of spiritual energy appeared above Sima Qingshan's head.
The scroll unfolded and actually floated in the air.
Sima Qingshan held the pen and smiled, using his spiritual energy as ink, and saw ink appearing on the tip of the pen.
He put down his pen on the blank paper, and his strokes moved as fast as a dragon.
With a sudden flick, thick ink seemed to splash everywhere.
"The boat is coming."
Sima Qingshan chuckled.
As the spiritual energy vibrated, a small boat in the scroll was suddenly thrown out like ink and landed on Beiluo Lake.
Everyone gasped, because there was actually a small boat floating on the lake.
The boat was not of its real color, but rather looked like ink.
Ink splashing becomes reality?
Sima Qingshan put away the scroll and brush, jumped out, drew an arc in the air and landed on the lonely boat.
The lone boat drifted, carrying his body, and disappeared into the thick fog.
On the shore, there was complete silence.
Then, the chaos started!
"Oh my god... this poor painter is actually a great practitioner!"
"What a great skill! What a magical technique! The brush is like a god!"
"The world of practitioners is so wonderful!"
…
The practitioners were buzzing with discussion.
If the scene of Jing Yue flying his sword across the lake surprised them, then the scene of the poor painter Sima Qingshan splashing ink to create a small boat shocked him.
The young man from aristocratic family who had originally criticized Sima Qingshan turned even paler.
I never thought that such a poor painter was actually a hidden great practitioner.
As for those children from poor families, they were so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths. Soon, excitement flashed in their eyes.
They looked at each other and clenched their fists.
It turns out that great practitioners can also come from humble backgrounds!
They can certainly do it! Sima Qingshan stood on the dark boat, swaying and drifting into the thick fog. Suddenly, the scene in front of him was like a village after a dark period, and a huge island shrouded in thick fog emerged.
It is like a fairy island on earth, and the beauty of the scenery alone is better than the March weather on earth.
On the island in the middle of the lake.
Under the Baiyujing Pavilion.
Everyone sat cross-legged.
Lu Dongxuan and Lu Mudui found a piece of bluestone and sat down cross-legged.
Ning Zhao and Yi Yue also found a place to sit down.
Lu Changkong, Luo Yue, Gongshu Yu and others were also waiting quietly.
Xie Yunling also rushed over from the Taoist Pavilion. After all, how could he miss the young master's lecture? Xie Yunling also brought Li Sansui, who was dressed in a Taoist robe and followed Xie Yunling quietly.
The rich spiritual energy in the air made Li San Sui feel as if he was bathing in a fairyland.
She raised her head, her smooth jaw gleaming in the light, and she looked at the graceful figure on the pavilion.
The latter leaned on the railing, listening to the snow and enjoying the scenery of the lake, feeling comfortable and unrestrained.
There was a commotion in Longmen.
There seemed to be a figure stepping out from the dragon gate.
All the practitioners in the world gathered in Beiluo.
…
Compared with the elegance and leisure of Beiluo Lake.
Dongyang County was a complete hell on earth.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the dawn light was like a sharp sword, cutting through the sky.
On the city wall of Dongyang County.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
A figure stood there, as if connected to the sky, but an astonishing awe-inspiring power burst out from his thin body.
Master, guard the country's gate!
This person was none other than the national teacher Kong Xiu.
He stood on the city wall. Above his head, a strong and majestic aura gathered and vaguely seemed to have turned into a huge vortex.
He spoke his words with confidence, and every word sounded like a god.
His eloquent speech and righteous spirit made the blood of the defenders on the city wall boil, eliminating their fatigue and arousing their fighting spirit.
They are here to protect the homes behind them!
Yang Mu drew the sword from his waist and roared continuously.
The Dongyi undead rushed to the top of the city wall, but were quickly pounced on by the fearless defenders. Both of them twisted and fell off the city wall.
Both of them fell and their bones were broken, making it impossible for the undead to climb the city wall.
This is a war of extreme cruelty.
The soldiers of Dongyang County may not be as strong as the army of cultivators, but they are just as brave and their battles with the enemies are shed with blood.
There was a spurting out of blood, splashing the Master's robe with a deep red.
However, the Master did not retreat at all.
Instead, his body seemed to be getting taller and taller.
The Master looked at the Dongyi army.
With his hair and beard standing up, he opened his mouth slowly and knocked on the bluestone of the tower with his hand. Suddenly, a mighty energy surged and suddenly pressed down.
This made many Dongyi soldiers want to retreat, and their will to fight was completely eliminated.
Except for those undead Dongyi people, they still rushed up to the city wall fearlessly.
Fighting with the Dongyang defenders.
Mo Tianyu's eyes turned red. The Master was guarding the country's gate, so how could he escape? Therefore, he put away the copper hexagram, asked for a sword, and swung it on the tower.
With the blessing of the Master's righteousness, the situation seemed to have reversed. The city that was almost about to be breached was, at this moment... held!
Yang Mu was very excited and he looked at the Master with admiration.
However……
The Master's expression was extremely solemn.
Following the teacher's gaze, Yang Mu looked into the distance. There, there was a burly figure wrapped in a black robe, with his fingers crossed, walking gracefully.
The burly man looked at the defeated Dongyi people on the city wall, and there was no fluctuation in his expression.
He looked at the teacher, and surprise appeared in his eyes.
"The power of will..."
"How could a non-practitioner be able to cultivate such a strong willpower..."
The burly man didn't know what Haoran Qi was, but, in fact, Haoran Qi was a kind of power of will. The Master was the creator of Haoran Qi, so his promotion and use of Haoran Qi was naturally at the pinnacle.
"Tai Shou Yang, you guard the tower."
The Master suddenly said.
Afterwards, the scholar in his fluttering Confucian robes turned around and walked down the city wall.
The sword in Mo Tianyu's hand was stained with blood, but he was stunned and hurriedly followed.
Yang Mu was stationed on the tower. He didn't know what the Master was going to do, but he knew that at this moment, the Master was fighting alongside them! "Kill!"
"I will not return home until I defeat the Dongyi!"
On the city wall, the Dongyang soldiers, influenced by the righteous spirit, waved their weapons and roared.
The door of the tower slowly opened.
The Master walked slowly, his thin and old body looking like he was about to fall to the ground at any moment.
Behind him, the army followed the Master out of the city.
They brandished their weapons and their shouts of killing shook the sky.
The burly man only had the Master in his eyes.
"It's quite interesting. A mortal... dares to provoke a cultivator?"
The burly man laughed, his posture elegant, as he always did.
He raised his hand and waved it gently.
The Dongyi people behind him suddenly rushed out.
The Master and the burly man looked at each other, and suddenly they were the only ones left in the world.
"Practitioners..."
The teacher murmured something and then laughed.
The era of the Hundred Schools of Thought came to an end, and it ended in the hands of practitioners.
Although there is no chance to fight with Lu Pingan.
but……
Now, Kong Xiu has finally met a cultivator head-on.
Normally, at Kong Xiu's age, his blood shouldn't be boiling like this, but the scene he saw on the city wall of the soldiers guarding the country's gates fearlessly and bravely made the blood in his body, which had been dormant for too long, begin to boil and become hot.
Once upon a time, Kong Xiu had traveled the world with a sword in hand, full of passion, and in a scholar's robe, he visited hundreds of schools, overwhelming them to the point of suffocation.
Looking at the practitioner in front of me.
Kong Xiu laughed.
He recited poems and articles as he walked slowly forward and moved across the battlefield.
Directly in front, the Dongyi army that was rushing over suddenly slowed down its dive.
Because, at the front of the Dongyang army, the old man in Confucian robes seemed to be carrying a tremendous pressure as he walked.
The poems and articles that were recited, with sonorous words, flowed over the battlefield, making the Dongyi people lose their blood and will to fight.
There was an invisible pressure that made the Dongyi people feel as if their hearts were being squeezed and they couldn't breathe.
The Master took a step forward.
The Dongyi army actually took a step back before the old man took a step forward.
The burly man narrowed his eyes.
"It's really an extremely strong will."
He raised his hand.
Just a gentle wave.
The ground began to crack, and countless thorns sprouted from the ground.
The Master's hair and beard fluttered in the wind, and his scholarly robes fluttered in the wind.
However, he was fearless, as if he was not afraid at all even if there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood before him.
He recited poems.
The ground was cracked and there were spikes of earth everywhere.
The Master continued to move forward. The earth spikes could not pierce him, and the cracks in the ground could not shake his body.
The burly man couldn't help but shrink his eyes.
He didn't believe it, so he waved his hands and energy surged in his body.
The land burst out with dense thorns.
However……
A thin and old figure slowly walked out from the earth spikes, and the thin figure was pierced by the earth spikes, leaving blood marks.
However, the Master continued to recite.
For the burly man, the gap between ordinary people and practitioners is like a chasm.
However, at this moment... the old man in front of him gave him the feeling that he wanted to fight a cultivator with the strength of a mortal! The burly man was a little angry.
He had investigated and found that there were no cultivators in Dongyang County.
However, there appeared such a character before us.
"Since... you are determined to die, then I will grant your wish."
The burly man said coldly.
He raised his hand.
Boom boom...
The earth cracked and turned into two huge half-earth balls.
The burly man clapped his hands together.
Half soil ball, suddenly compressed!
Boom! It was as if a huge earthquake had occurred.
The Master's figure was instantly swallowed up.
"kill!"
The burly man waved.
The Dongyi army behind them immediately shouted and rushed towards the Dongyang army.
Mo Tianyu's eyes were red as he stared at the ball of earth. This was the power of a cultivator, he could actually control a huge rock!
How can a mortal like Master stop it? !
However……
The earth ball suddenly broke into pieces, and then the Master's figure walked out from the pieces.
The scholar's robe was a little torn and half of his body was stained with blood, but the master had a smile on his face.
The smile suddenly changed.
The Master looked at the Dongyi army charging towards him.
The majestic energy above his head suddenly pressed down.
A sharp shout came out of his mouth! The Confucian shirt swept through.
The Dongyi army lost all their will to fight due to the overwhelming pressure from the mighty aura and stopped marching. In even a single breath, they turned around and fled, abandoning their armor.
The righteous energy gathered like clouds and turned into a big palm.
The Master's hair and beard stood out as he recited poems and articles, looking straight at the burly man.
"Heaven and earth have righteousness!"
The Master shouted! Suddenly.
The palm formed by the righteous energy between heaven and earth suddenly covered the burly man's head.
The burly man actually felt a sense of oppression.
Between battlefields.
The Master defeated tens of thousands of soldiers with one breath and overwhelmed all the practitioners with one shout!
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