Chapter 40 Qingji County
After some conversation, Wang Yao realized that something serious had happened. General Liu Mu, the second son of King Sui, suffered a defeat on the front line and was driven back thirty miles by the Qingwu rebels.
The prefect of Qingwu County has gained unprecedented reputation in the county because of his victory over the government troops in suppressing the rebellion. He has now established the Western Qiang Kingdom and calls himself the King of Western Qiang.
King Sui was furious and decided to lead the troops himself. Now the army has set out, and King Sui has declared that he wants to return to Suiyang City to celebrate the New Year.
You know, it is already December 15th of the 22nd year of Yongping, and there is only half a month left until the Spring Festival. This seems to be really urgent, Wang Yao thought to himself.
Damn, does Bai Changqiu really have the ability, or is he just guessing nonsense? How did he know that Prince Sui would lead the army in person?
At this time, the three of them were riding horses towards Qingwu County. They were already two days late, and perhaps King Sui's vanguard had already arrived.
"Sir, Suo Jinwei said that if we are too late, we can give up this mission. You have been in seclusion for two days late, so it may be too late." Zhang Zuo asked hesitantly.
"Oh," Wang Yao heard the question and felt that it might be too late to ride over on horseback, so he quickly pulled the reins and stopped.
Zhang Zuo and Ji Wan also stopped suddenly to see what Wang Yao wanted to do.
Wang Yao said righteously, "Suo Jinwei sent us to investigate the situation behind enemy lines because he trusted us. How could we give up just because of a small problem?"
"But Lord Suo and other lords have already sent people over there." Ji Wan whispered.
Wang Yao's face darkened, he casually released a flying leaf and stood on it.
"Alright, I've made up my mind. Just ride over there and we'll meet up in the county town."
Zhang Zuo and Ji Wan looked at each other, and could only bow their hands to accept the order and watch Wang Yao fly away.
Due to his excellent physical fitness, Wang Yao did not lose his balance even though it was his first time to fly a flying magic weapon, and he mastered it very well.
Since he couldn’t fly high in the air before reaching the Gangqi realm, Wang Yao could only fly away from the official road, avoid crowded places, and fly towards the northwest.
However, although it was flying low, it was actually close to a thousand meters high. Even if ordinary people saw it, they would think it was a bird.
If you fly higher, you will be in danger of encountering strong winds. Although the probability of encountering such winds below 10,000 meters is not high, if you encounter it, the plane will be destroyed and everyone will die.
This high level of spiritual energy felt very strong. Wang Yao tried to absorb it and felt a faint tingling sensation.
Although he could only absorb it slowly, Wang Yao had an epiphany that as long as he could stay in seclusion at this high level for ten days or half a month, he would be able to break through the Gangqi realm.
Moreover, after experiencing the properties of this spiritual energy, Wang Yao felt that he should be able to break through on an ordinary small mountain as well, as long as he selectively absorbed it, although it might take a long time.
It's not that there is no way out for independent cultivators. As long as they accumulate over time, they can break through. Wang Yao figured out where the normal Gangqi realm of those independent cultivators came from. They were ground out through hard work.
The only limitation may be lifespan. No matter how well an innate cultivator practices Qi and body cultivation, he can only live to a maximum of 150 years old. Those who practice body cultivation and enter the Tao may live a little less.
One hundred and fifty years is more than two Jiazi years. It may be long enough for ordinary mortals, but for cultivators, it may not be possible to break through a level.
Trying out the fastest speed, Wang Yao became more and more familiar with flying and decided to race his car.
But it seemed that the flying leaf was not of sufficient quality. No matter how much mana Wang Yao input to urge the flying leaf to accelerate, its speed remained the same.
The most he could do was catch up with the flying bird. Wang Yao grabbed the bird that was gradually falling behind him and plucked a feather.
While playing with the feathers, he complained about the speed of the flying leaves. Perhaps the only advantage is that it consumes less mana.
After passing several large cities and traveling nearly a thousand miles, Wang Yao's magic power was barely used up by half.
There is another city ahead. Wang Yao plans to take a look at the situation first and estimates that they should be close to the border county.
He flew to a wood beside an official road, changed into a set of martial arts knight's clothes, and carried a hundred-forged ring-handled sword on his back.
There weren't many pedestrians on the street, most of them traveled in groups, and no one would take the initiative to say hello to a stranger.
The city doesn't seem very far away when viewed from the air, but it's still a mile or two away from the ground. You can't just rush in, you have to find a place to get some information.
After walking for a few hundred meters, the city wall was clearly visible to Wang Yao, and at this time a tea stall finally appeared for him to rest.
The teahouse is very simple, but very popular. Business travelers coming and going from the city often stop there to have a drink of tea and some dry food before entering the city.
Besides, it was winter and the road was cold. Although there were more prosperous wine shops and teahouses in the city ahead, they were still as close as the small teahouse.
What's more, some people don't plan to enter the city and want to continue their journey along the official road.
Wang Yao found an empty corner and sat down. He took off his ring-handled sword and placed it on the table. He ordered a pot of tea and two sesame cakes. Not to mention, he still looked like a swordsman from the northwest.
He also deliberately used his magic power to roughen his face, making it look less handsome and more haggard.
There were also swordsmen traveling outside like him, but they all traveled in groups. Seeing that Wang Yao was a lone ranger, they couldn't help but look at him a few more times, but when they saw that Wang Yao didn't want to say much, they didn't pay any attention to him.
"Where are you going, old friend? Come and have a rest. I see that the things you are carrying are quite heavy." This is a businessman who was taking a break and asked another passing merchant.
The shouts and whip sounds from the merchants came one after another, as if they were in a hurry to get on with their journey, leaving behind two lines of deep wheel tracks.
When someone called them for questions, for some reason the caravan members seemed a little nervous, and no one came out to answer for a long time.
"Oh, no, we have to rush to Fengjun to spend the night. We are in a hurry to deliver the goods tomorrow." The leader seemed to be a little slow to realize it, but still came out to answer.
Seeing the merchant group walking away, the merchant who had just spoken to him whispered to the man beside him: "That merchant group is definitely not going to Fengjun. There is so much goods, how can Fengjun eat it all?"
A young man asked in confusion: "Where else can we go if not to Fengjun? This official road only goes in two directions. Could it be west..."
Before he could finish his words, the businessman hit the clerk on the mouth with his chopsticks and cursed in a low voice: "What are you talking about? You can't say such nonsense. I've been with you for a long time, and you are not living up to your expectations!"
Although the businessmen spoke in a low voice, the tea stall was so small that the people around them understood what they meant and pretended not to hear.
Although Wang Yao was the farthest away, he had extraordinary hearing and was a cultivator.
The swordsmen who were close to him didn't care at all. They spoke carelessly and drank wine while others drank tea.
"Brother, aren't we going into Qingji County? If we go any further, we'll be in the county town."
"Why go in? Can we achieve any merit here? Prince Sui has already gone to the front line. What's the point for us brothers to stay here?"
"But didn't you say the Western Qiang might attack here?"
"Fighting is nonsense. That was before. Now Prince Sui has led the army in person. Let's go to the front line and make merit."
Wang Yao was lost in thought when he heard this. Is this Qingji County? This is the last county town. It's not far away. Qingwu County can be reached in a day on horseback.
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