Chapter 60: New Changes in the Martial God Diagram
"I handed the sorcerer over, and then he was taken away by a court lady from the palace named Mochou."
On the beam, Jin Jian spoke calmly.
It's very efficient... Zhao Duan's mind flashed with the face of "Mo Chou", that big icy lump, and he felt a little regretful:
This time I went to the palace to show my power, but unfortunately the other party was not there. It was the most refreshing thing to slap him in the face.
"Has the warlock's identity been confirmed?"
Jin Jian nodded: "It is confirmed that he is a corrupted priest at large, a member of the Law God Sect."
"Fashen Sect?"
When Zhao Duan heard the name for the second time, he was eager to learn more.
Jin Jian explained, "That's a sorcerer organization in the Jianghu, and it has some connection with our Tianshi Mansion..."
According to her, the founder of the Fashen Sect seemed to be a powerful sorcerer in the Tianshi Mansion many years ago.
Because he committed a serious crime, he was expelled and wanted by the Heavenly Master. He defected into the underworld and established the "Fashen Sect".
The members are mainly quacks and defected priests who have committed crimes and fallen for various reasons.
The reason why the black-robed sorcerer hid in the capital seemed to be related to his personal vendetta, but Jin Jian said she didn't know the details.
"That's not my business."
The gold workers don't care about anything else.
"So, Prince Jing's Mansion is suspected of colluding with the Law God Sect?" Zhao Duan frowned, but was not surprised.
Since the "Eight Kings" were secretly accumulating strength to fight against the Empress, they naturally needed the help of monks in addition to firearms.
"Maybe." Jin Jian had little interest in mundane matters and said:
"I came to you because I have something to ask you."
"Speaking."
Jin Jian lowered his eyes, stared at him seriously, and said something shocking:
"Why didn't you die in the bamboo forest in the southern suburbs that day?"
!!!
At this moment, Zhao Duan, who was buried deep in the bathtub, tensed his muscles and was shocked. The other party's question was beyond his expectations.
"What do you mean, Priest?" Zhao Duan pretended to be calm.
Jin Jian thought for a moment and said:
"That day, I happened to be near the bamboo forest in the southern suburbs. I caught a glimpse of the 'Earth God' descending from afar. By the time I rushed over, it was too late. However, judging by the fluctuations of his magic power, the 'worldly' sorcerer didn't hold back on you.
And yet you survived. It’s… strange.”
This was the reason why she quietly followed Zhao Duan, intercepted him, and got involved in the firearms craftsman case.
The other party saw it... Zhao Duan's pupils contracted.
For him, the biggest flaw in traveling through time is being injured but not dying.
What he explained to the empress was that he guessed that the sorcerers in the "world" had not used their full strength, but he never thought that there was a "witness" named Jin Jian.
How to explain it? How to deal with it?
Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, mixed with the bath water, making it difficult to distinguish.
Just as he was racking his brains and frantically squeezing out his brain cells, Jin Jian said to himself:
"I was very curious. But now I think I've figured it out. It's probably because your soul is naturally powerful."
Zhao Duan: "Ah?"
Jin Jian looked pensive:
"You've inherited the royal Martial God heritage, and you used royal martial arts when you slashed the puppet on the long street. This shows that you're well-suited to that path. And from what I know, those with strong spirits are most compatible with the Martial God heritage."
Zhao Duan: “Ah!”
Jin Jian's eyebrows relaxed:
"So, your innate spirit is strong. That's why you were able to withstand the blow from the warlock's keen sea of consciousness and remain undead."
Zhao Duan: "Ah, yes, yes!"
Jin Jian smiled broadly, revealing a look of joy at having solved the puzzle.
Last time, she went to see her master with doubts, but the old master told her to observe and ponder. Now that she got the answer, the girl was naturally happy.
As for any suspicion towards Zhao Duan, there never was any from the beginning to the end.
In her opinion, it was normal for a weak cultivator to not be able to answer.
This face-to-face question was more for confirmation and to find someone to show off my intelligence.
Huh... Is this okay?
Zhao Duan exhaled silently and made up his mind that if anyone asked him again in the future, he would use this excuse.
With his doubts resolved, Jin Jian had no intention of staying and was about to leave.
Zhao Duan pretended to stand up to see him off, the sound of water splashing, and then hurriedly sat back down, clasping his hands and saying:
"I'm sorry I can't get up. If I have any problems with my practice in the future, could I ask the priest for help?"
Directly taught by the Heavenly Master... There is no reason not to take a bite of such top connections when they are right in front of you.
Jin Jian frowned: "The Tianshi Mansion does not receive outsiders."
When Zhao Duan was disappointed, he heard her say, "But you can send a letter to the Tianshi Mansion."
+1 connection
"Priest, take care!"
Jin Jian said "hmm" modestly, and his figure suddenly turned into starlight, penetrated the roof, and disappeared.
Zhao Duan squatted in the bathtub and called out several times, confirming that the other party had "probably" left. Then he climbed out with his balls exposed, put on his clothes, and breathed a sigh of relief.
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At night, when the lights come on, the entire capital city is shrouded in a green veil.
"call!"
In the bedroom, Zhao Duan blew the fire stick and lit the candle on the table.
In the orange-yellow firelight, he sat cross-legged on the couch, breathing silently, visualizing the "Martial God Picture" in his mind, and carried out today's practice.
When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in my bedroom at home, but on the top of a towering green mountain.
Ahead is the familiar sea of clouds and the rising sun.
Whoosh...the wind blows my clothes.
Zhao Duan stretched his body. As usual, the "Emperor Taizu" in the painting would start boxing, and he would be pulled along.
However, today, things are different.
As the sun rose, the "founding emperor of Dayu" standing in front of him, with a burly figure, loose black hair, and a strong martial temperament, suddenly turned his head, glanced at him, and then jumped towards the sea of clouds.
The word "keep up" was clearly in his eyes.
"Where are you going?" Zhao Duan was confused. Seeing Emperor Taizu disappear, he gritted his teeth and jumped down.
Anyway, I'm in the painting and I won't die.
When he opened his eyes again, Zhao Duan was shocked to find that he was lying in a vast desert.
As far as the eye can see, there is an endless sea of sand. When I look up, where is the sea of clouds?
Only one red sun rises.
He also changed his clothes into a white robe, and held a backpack in his hand, which contained a water bag, dry food and other items.
"Hello?"
Zhao Duan sat up and saw that Emperor Taizu was dressed similarly to him.
At this moment, he has put on his backpack, taken big strides and walked forward.
"Can you hear me? Where are we going?" Zhao Duan hurriedly caught up and tried to ask.
He had tried similar conversations many times, but never received any feedback.
It seems that the person in the painting is just a separate record of an old image.
"Is it like in a game, where I swallowed the morning glow and practiced boxing in the first scene, and now that I've achieved a minor level of success in the morning glow, I'm entering the second scene?"
"Eunuch Hai said that the 'Martial God Diagram' records the cultivation process of the Great Yu Ancestor... am I essentially retracing his path?"
As his thoughts turned to thoughts, Zhao Du followed silently.
Soon, the red sun rose, emitting astonishing heat, and the entire desert turned into a furnace.
Zhao Duan felt dizzy and dizzy from the heat and could only rely on the water bag to quench his thirst.
Emperor Taizu in front was also sweating profusely, but his pace never stopped.
The two walked along a series of camel footprints on the sand dunes.
From early morning to dusk.
As the sun set and the sky turned dark, there was not a drop left in Zhao Duan's water bag.
The temperature began to drop sharply, and the temperature difference between day and night in the desert was astonishing, with the day being very hot and the night being very cold.
Zhao Duan imitated Emperor Taizu, took out a blanket from his bag, wrapped it around himself, and continued walking.
It was not until late at night, when he almost collapsed from exhaustion, that Taizu finally stopped, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to eat.
"Is this also part of the practice? Don't tell me that the Great Yu Emperor really crossed the desert back then."
Zhao Duan tore the dried meat with his teeth and complained madly.
And at this moment, Emperor Taizu, who was sitting cross-legged beside him, suddenly turned his head and glanced at him, with a hint of...disdain in his eyes?
"Watch the sky." Taizu, who looked like a warrior, said, and then sat cross-legged looking up at the sky.
This portrait actually spoke!
Zhao Duan was startled and subconsciously looked up. He saw a magnificent galaxy like a waterfall across the sky above the yellow sand desert, with no clouds in sight.
The sky is full of stars.
It was a starry sky so bright that he had never seen it before.
Thanks to: Huang Er for the 1,100-point reward! Zhi Zhi Banwo for the 500-point reward! Anthony Bigwood for the 100-point reward!
(End of this chapter)
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