Great Dao Ji

On the official road more than 20 miles away from Anyang Mansion, people are coming and going, and business is constantly going on.

"What a handsome young man"

Someone inadvertently raised his head and looked at the young man in white riding a red horse not far away, and couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

The young man was dressed in a white Taoist robe and was spotless. His facial features were exquisite and his skin was fair and radiant. His eyes were deep and bright above the high bridge of his nose. His long eyebrows slanted up into his temples. His long black hair was tied behind him and followed the ups and downs of the horse. move.

The whole person exudes a vigorous vitality that cannot be ignored.

Many other pedestrians also glanced at him, and among some carriages, there were even many female relatives who looked at him secretly.

And when his eyes shifted, he hurriedly lowered the car curtain.

"Sure enough, the aging old Taoist priest is not as popular as the heroic young man."

An Qisheng shook his head inwardly.

The boy in white is naturally him.

Long before he understood the power of Dan, he could already control the changes in his muscles and bones in subtle ways, let alone now.

A little movement of Qi and blood, and a ray of life force, has completely changed his aura and body shape.

Even if there were any miraculous function in this world that could tell the age of a person's bones, it would only be able to tell that he was only in his twenties, and it would be impossible to tell that he was nearly a hundred years old at this time.

An Qisheng looked back at Anyang Mansion.

In his eyes, the 'qi' of Anyang Mansion was very chaotic, and the sky was full of war. Obviously, his disappearance made some people angry.

However, he didn't care about this. He immediately sat down on his horse and walked along the official road in a leisurely manner.

From beginning to end, he never cared about the people he was following through the six doors.

His excellent appearance attracted many passers-by's glances along the way, and also allowed the police officers who passed by quickly to rule him out of suspicion immediately.

"The condensation of the heart meridian involves the internal organs and the entire qi and blood circulation system. Even with my level of control over the human body, it cannot be achieved overnight. The main reason is that my true qi is insufficient.

However, the process itself is also of great benefit to my physical growth.”

While riding on the horse, An Qisheng was still concentrating on thinking about problems, transporting the internal energy of Qi and blood, condensing Qi pulses, visualizing himself, and rushing on the road at the same time.

After seeing Ni Wan, his control over his body has become extremely subtle, and he can even control every pore. With a thought, he can make the hairs all over his body move in different ways.

This kind of mental strength makes him familiar with everything.

For example, when he rode a horse for the first time, he was already as proficient as if he had grown up on a horse.

After all, in his two lifetimes combined, Ma Bu had been squatting for so many years.

With his current control, he can learn any complex skill in one go and become perfect as soon as he learns it. Not only is his equestrian skills extremely proficient, but he can even add his own strength to the horse's body to reduce its fatigue when the horse is running and jumping. , enhance its physical strength.

Huhu~

The red horse galloped, vibrating with force, running more and more smoothly, and soon passed many pedestrians. As the horse galloped and undulated, An Qisheng's body was extremely stable, as if he was one with the horse.

He was walking so fast that none of the first pedestrians could keep up with him.

As we got further away from Anyang Mansion, there were fewer and fewer merchant convoys on the road. Until later, we couldn't see a single convoy for a long time.

"Huh? So many corpses"

At a certain moment, An Qisheng raised his head from the horse.

On the official road more than thirty feet away from him, many corpses were lying in a mess.

He took a quick glance and realized that they were probably a group of fierce bandits, with more than thirty people in total. Their death patterns were very uniform, with their eyebrows open and red and white things flowing out.

"This is not a sword wound, it is a sword qi penetrating the head. The murderer at least has condensed the 'mantra' and knows the sword qi martial arts."

At a glance, a large amount of information had restored the scene of the murder of this group of people in his mind.

Even the order and time of death of those corpses clearly emerged in his mind.

This is the effect of the spirit after seeing Niwan.

"Ah! So many corpses!"

"What a tragedy!"

"Who killed him?"

A few dozen feet away, a caravan seemed to be passing by, and bursts of exclamations reached An Qisheng's ears through the wind.

"Traveling around the world these days is considered a high risk."

An Qisheng shook his head inwardly.

The red horse had already snorted and walked forward.

It was a large caravan, with dozens of guards alone, many of whom had a calm aura and possessed internal strength.

At this time, someone was checking the injuries of the corpses.

Seeing An Qisheng coming on horseback, he was a little wary.

An Qisheng didn't care at all, but at a glance, he saw a few familiar people in the caravan.

That was a few months ago, when he was being helped down the mountain by two little guys, the guard of the caravan he passed by seemed to be named 'Lao Zhou'.

However, 'Old Zhou' naturally didn't recognize him at this time.

After seeing this, the red horse stopped.

"The Yintang turns black, and the evil spirit of death can be seen between the eyebrows."

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed.

He has a strong spirit and practices the Wan Lun Qi Technique every day. Although he is not able to spy on the secrets of heaven and predict the fate of the country, for some ordinary people, he can naturally see it very accurately.

At this glance, he could tell that 'Old Zhou' was probably going to die.

"May I ask you, where are you going?"

With a thought in his mind, An Qisheng asked.

His voice was clearer and clearer, spreading clearly among the caravan, suppressing all other noises at once.

Many of the caravans are people who have traveled north and south, so they naturally know that this skill must be supported by profound internal strength.

I couldn't help but feel more cautious.

"In reply to the Taoist priest, we were going to Liangzhou for business. We passed by this place and saw many corpses lying here, so we stopped for a while."

A middle-aged guard who was nearest summoned his inner strength to answer.

"Liangzhou? Liangzhou is adjacent to Zhongzhou. Behind Anyang Mansion is Fengzhou. Are you taking the wrong path?"

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little strange.

Ordinary caravans mostly travel between state capitals, and rarely travel across extremely long distances. After all, the longer the journey, the more dangerous it is.

The caravan has a backlog of goods and has to stop in every city for transactions. It is already very fast to cross a state in five or six months.

And this place is much further away from Liangzhou than from Fengzhou.

He doesn't need to rest alone. It would take more than half a month to raise the horses in the real temperature. This caravan may be more than a year away.

Doing business for such a long time is rare in Dafeng.

"well."

The middle-aged guard sighed, cupped his hands and said:

"The Taoist priest didn't know that there was a plague on the official road leading to Liangzhou. We had already arrived at Xiyan Mansion. We had to turn back after hearing the news."

"plague"

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

Whether it was the previous life, Xuanxing, or Jiufujie, plague was a word that made people laugh every time they heard it.

Especially in the Jiufu Realm, the number of people who have died from plagues throughout the ages is probably much greater than the number of people who died in wars.

However, with the reduction of wars in recent years and the absence of severe droughts and disasters, there should not be a large-scale plague.

He looked towards the direction of Qingzhou, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes, but he had already used the Ten Thousand Luck Qi Technique.

I saw black air mixed with blood and light in the distance covering the sky and the sun, and there were already many dead people.

But the weather was not a plague.

In the qi-watching technique, plague belongs to the evil, evil, and poison of heaven and earth, and the black qi mixed with blood and light, and the death qi actually outweigh those three kinds of qi.

Obviously, it is man-made.

"There are indeed more beasts in this world."

An Qisheng's eyes were slightly cold.

Just from the blood streaks mixed with the black air in the sky, it can be known that at this time, there are no less than a thousand people dead in Qingzhou.

This made his perception of people in this world even worse.

"This plague is said to have originated from Qingzhou. It broke out not long ago but many people died. Although it has not spread here yet, the road has already been blocked."

The guard smiled bitterly.

People with internal strength are extremely difficult to contract the plague, and those who have successfully exchanged blood are no longer susceptible to infection.

Naturally, he himself was unwilling to turn back and change routes. However, he was not afraid of the internal strength, but there were many ordinary people in the caravan.

He could only hurry.

"I would like to ask, which way do you want to go to Liangzhou?"

An Qisheng slightly arched his hands.

During the conversation, he had scanned everyone. Except for the people in a few carriages, most of the people present were darkened. It was obvious that death was not far away.

"this"

The caravan guard hesitated slightly.

In his heart, he secretly scolded this little Taoist priest for being ignorant. How could his trade route be easily revealed?

"Meeting is fate. I would like to advise you, it is best to change the route, otherwise I am afraid there will be a bloody disaster."

An Qisheng smiled slightly and didn't care about his hesitation. He glanced at the crowd and said calmly:

"This is all I have to say, let me say goodbye!"

After that, he sat down on the red horse and left.

"What?"

Many people in the caravan suddenly changed their expressions, and many of them had already unsheathed their swords. If it weren't for the inner strength of An Qisheng's hand, they would have been swarmed by now.

"Taoist Priest, wait a minute!"

After only a few steps, a clear call came from the caravan.

In a carriage, a fat little maid ran down, waving a handkerchief, jumping and shouting.

"Is there anything else?"

An Qisheng reined in his horse and stopped, looking back in surprise.

With his perception, he naturally knew who the person in the carriage was.

This little fat maid gave him several steamed buns.

He also kept this in mind.

"My young lady, please come in and have a chat with the Taoist priest."

Following An Qisheng's playful gaze, the chubby maid blushed and felt a little shy.

"No!"

"This man's origins are unknown and he talks nonsense. How can we let him see the lady?"

"No, we can't let him get close to Miss!"

All the guards near the carriage changed their expressions and spoke out to stop him.

On the other hand, some of the guards on the periphery, although hesitant, did not say much.

"Old Zhou, please invite this Taoist priest to come over."

After a group of guards shouted a few words, a clear female voice came from the carriage.

Old Zhou hesitated for a moment, walked to the carriage and said a few words before stopping his subordinates with a solemn expression.

He forced a smile and cupped his hands and said:

"Don't blame me, Taoist priest. Brothers are also careful and don't mean to offend."

"In the past, there was no need for it."

An Qisheng glanced at the crowd, looked at the carriage, and said:

"The eloquent poor man has already said it, so let's just say goodbye."

After saying that, without waiting for anyone to respond, An Qisheng pulled the reins of the horse.

With a long neigh, the red horse sped away, despite the chubby maid's repeated calls.

Only dust was everywhere, and among the whistling wind, lingering lingering sounds floated:

"Good words cannot persuade damned ghosts. Believe my words or not, it's your fate!"

Six thousand words are finished. Good night, everyone.