Chapter 1152: Unexpected harvest, Nanhai recovers (Requesting monthly tickets, two-in-one)

Dense forest outside the city.

"Brother Ling, stay here and don't move. Later I will perform the secret technique of taking objects from a distance..."

"Why am I left alone?"

"It's inconvenient to bring you."

"No, I'm asking, why can your wife go?" Ling Xuan pointed to Long Eying.

"I already said it's a secret technique. Besides my wife, no one else can see it. And if I go alone, leaving my wife here to accompany you—a lone man and a lone woman—is it appropriate?"

"..."

Twisting and turning, just not answering why bringing him is 'inconvenient' and bringing Long Eying is 'convenient', and what the difference is. Ling Xuan stopped paying attention, fell into the tree canopy, sat cross-legged, and remained motionless, restraining their Qi to avoid being discovered by Southern Frontier Gu insects.

"Let's go."

Light flowed, putting on the "Vortex God Armor," dragging the smiling Long Eying, Liang Qu returned to the outskirts of Qinzhou city, took off the meat cassock, and handed the Blood Fiend divine ability and the corpses to Eying.

"A-Fei!"

The Fat Catfish poked its head out, opened its big mouth, and swallowed Long Eying and the Heavenly God's body in one go.

"Is Frog Master ready?"

The Fat Catfish curled its long whiskers and made a circle.

"Good! Let's make it quick."

Turning back into a strange fish, Liang Qu used the "Vortex God Armor" to re-enter Qinzhou city.

Vortex Palace.

The fluorescent jellyfish glowed. Long Lingxiao performed 'Blue Cat and Brown Mouse,' musical instruments played non-stop. The little river otter hit a gong, pinched its throat, and screamed. The old toad grabbed a bottle of frozen watermelon juice, puffed out its round belly, opened its frog toes, and was overjoyed.

Spitting out Long Eying and the Heavenly God's body, the Fat Catfish stretched out its whiskers and poked the old toad's belly.

No reaction.

It used force to drill a dent.

*Slap. *

The old toad slapped it away dissatisfied.

The Fat Catfish rubbed its long whiskers, its eyeballs turning.

*Whoosh. *

The jellyfish dimmed, and the shadow play paused.

"What are you doing, what are you doing!" The old toad was furious, jumping and rolling in the air for two and a half turns, like a fierce tiger descending a mountain, sticking to the Fat Catfish's big head, grabbing its long whiskers, opening its arms, and violently stretching it. "You stupid frog, foolish frog, do you want to rebel against this elder?"

The Fat Catfish waved its fins repeatedly.

"Frog Master, don't be angry. You should give the little river otter some time to rest so it can dub better, right?" Long Eying persuaded from the side. "And time is pressing. Liang Qing is waiting outside. It's time for you to step out."

The little river otter was exhausted and nodded repeatedly.

The old toad lived in the shadow play all day. Except for sleeping, it rarely had free time.

"Fine, old rules." The old toad lifted its right foot, opened five toes. "Treasures split in half. For other things, one time out, supreme treasure fish, this number!"

Long Eying was surprised: "Wasn't it four before?"

The Fat Catfish quietly stepped forward, stretched out its fish fins, pressed down the old toad's foot, and then lifted its hand, pushing away four toes.

"Ah!! Traitor! Traitor! Execute the extreme penalty!" The old toad jumped onto the Fat Catfish's head, its frog head tilted back fiercely, using force to headbutt. "Remove your frog status, remove your frog status!"

*Bang! *

Stealth all the way.

Liang Qu catalyzed "As You Wish," shrinking his body size, shrinking directly to one-tenth, turning from a three-foot big fish into a ten-centimeter palm-sized fish, waiting underground for a while.

Finally communicated with the Fat Catfish in the mental link.

The Fat Catfish, with its face swollen and nose bruised, folded its long whiskers at ninety degrees, indicating everything was in place.

"Good! How to go next?"

The old toad squatted on the Fat Catfish's head, grabbed its long whiskers, closed its eyes tightly: "Humph, a bit difficult, but more challenging. *Pfft*, King's carriage to the left!"

*Pfft! *

Liang Qu, wearing the "Vortex God Armor," drilled out of the ground, moving slowly.

Qinzhou government office, garden landscape, half-acre square pond, water waves not rising.

*Splash. *

The iron hook sank, ripples swayed, and soon calmed down. The wriggling earthworm attracted a thumb-long small koi.

The Pan Tong Great Shaman sat on a rock, hanging down a small branch, a thin fishing line, fishing for koi.

"Hmm?"

"Adult?"

The Pan Tong Great Shaman raised his hand to stop him, and the attendant fell silent.

The small fish opened its mouth and sucked the fish food.

The Pan Tong Great Shaman perceived a few subtle moods, just like the ripples that had risen in the pond earlier.

Closed his eyes to perceive.

In Lingnan, the Nanhai King, Xingjin King, and Chong King—the three kings guarding the Great Shun frontier—had not moved.

On his side, the Hundred-Foot Great Shaman and the Withered Bone Great Shaman had also not moved.

Looking further away, south of the Great Shun Huai River, besides the Martial Saints, the kings all leaned toward the Southern Frontier, having the intention of guarding. The Southern Frontier Great Shamans were also like this, and there were no special movements.

Martial Saints and Grandmasters are different. Even if the two countries are at war, they will not fight at all times. Usually, only when the Perfected Form struggle is most intense will they come forward, collide once, and then disperse for the rest of the time.

All parties' Martial Saints had not moved...

"Strange..."

The Pan Tong Great Shaman opened his eyes. He believed in his intuition.

Martial Saints are one with heaven and earth. They can not believe anything, but they cannot not believe their intuition. Something must have happened, and it's unlikely to be a good thing.

The Qi of the Perfected Form on the front line had not decreased sharply, so there was no need to help.

Liang Qu's matter, the Pan Tong Great Shaman had heard reports, but it had been more than twenty days since he moved.

It wasn't Perfected Form either.

Could it be...

Did a junior in the family have a problem?

Excluding all possibilities, the only thing the Pan Tong Great Shaman could think of that would disturb his state of mind was his direct bloodline.

*Swish swish. *

The fishing line shook. The Pan Tong Great Shaman had no heart to fish anymore and stood up.

"Go call Master Wang immediately."

"Yes!"

"Left, left, right, right, left, right, left, right, stop, left, left, right, right..."

"Saw it, saw it!"

Seeing the three big characters 'File Room', Liang Qu was pleasantly surprised. Confirming there was no problem, he flicked his tail and dived into it, flipping through the files.

The files in the file room were arranged in layers. There were only two Smoke-level and three Four-Gate-level people, completely unable to perceive Liang Qu swimming in front of them.

The fish head passed through the books and looked at the one below.

Normally, the files in the government office were classified, but the files in Qinzhou, whether the Qinzhou officials were too tired to deal with them or were flipped through by the Southern Frontier after the fall, were a mess.

Flipping back and forth, he just couldn't find the coroner's records from the beginning of the year.

"Qinzhou was taken down, half the women died, martial artists fought over them, had no sense of proportion, and half died again. Qinzhou is only so big. There are only so many young and beautiful ones. Now the whole city's brothels can't open one. There really isn't any good stuff."

"Why must we go to a brothel?"

"Oh, Brother Zhang's meaning?"

"Good family, the innermost one on Zuo Liang Street. The husband broke his leg, and there's an eight-year-old boy. Went there the night before last... not bad, one hand can hold it, one bag of millet is enough."

"Sigh, I'm on duty tonight, can't go."

"That's a pity. It was really not bad. After finishing, there was a wet towel to wipe the body. Hey, here, I'll go busy first, there's still a file to find."

Whispers came from outside the window.

*Creak. *

The door was pushed open, dust floating.

The Jiang Zongshi who was talking entered, looked around, and pointed to the Four-Gate-level people: "You guys, find a record of the Qinzhou great clans' Grandmasters, and the native places and families of each Jiang Zongshi."

"Yes!"

Liang Qu couldn't understand Southern Frontier language, only watching the clerk listen to the order and search. He pulled out a file. He hurriedly went up to take two looks, confirmed it wasn't what he needed, and felt relieved.

After the Jiang Zongshi left, Liang Qu continued to be busy, occasionally listening to the old toad's instructions, stopping his movements, and after confirming it was safe, searching slowly.

"Great Shaman!"

The Pan Tong Great Shaman arrived at the main hall of the government office.

"Master Wang, you are good at speed. Take the token, go to the Hundred-Foot Great Shaman next door first, ask if there is any abnormality. If there is, tell Hundred-Foot to be careful and move slightly, and I will know. If not, no need to say more. Hurry up and go directly to my home to see if anything happened."

"Obey the order!"

The Jiang Zongshi took the token and turned to leave.

The Pan Tong Great Shaman closed his eyes. The feeling of ripples in his heart came and went.

His index finger tapped the table.

"... Year... deceased."

"Hiss, this is it!"

Liang Qu wished he could see the content immediately.

Unfortunately, the file was pressed down. Even if he passed through, he couldn't see it. This had nothing to do with vision. Being too close, he couldn't see anything. At least he needed a distance of more than a fist.

The "Vortex God Armor" carefully wrapped the file.

Light and shadow twisted.

Liang Qu quickly pulled it out, opened it, and browsed quickly.

"January, February... December, three people... killing people and robbing in the street... Haha, this is it!"

Time, place, all matched, and there was the unique Qi of the Qinzhou official seal, which could not be forged.

Secretly opening a small mouth, he rolled up the file, let the little river otter deep-throat it, completely stuffed it into its mouth, and hid it in the Vortex Palace.

"Done! A-Fei, tell Frog Master, we can go!"

"Charge charge charge! Stop! To the left."

The old toad let out a sharp explosion, pulling the Fat Catfish's long whiskers fiercely, penetrating the link in a flash of lightning.

Dead silence.

Cold sweat broke out from his forehead, flowing down. Liang Qu stared straight at the boots that appeared out of thin air under the shelf, motionless.

"Great Shaman!"

Everyone in the file room stood up immediately.

"Nothing, busy with what you should be busy with." The Pan Tong Great Shaman waved his hand, pulled out a file himself, and flipped through it like a story.

The clerk was trembling, not daring to move.

After a while.

The Pan Tong Great Shaman stuffed the file back onto the shelf, scanned twice: "Alright, I'll come and see, you guys be busy."

"Respectfully send off the Great Shaman!"

The Pan Tong Great Shaman left with his hands behind his back.

"Hoo."

"The Great Shaman has such heavy prestige."

"That's natural. This is a pillar of the nation, equivalent to a Great Shun prince, naturally extraordinary."

Liang Qu remained motionless, his whole body tense.

The Southern Frontier Wu Sheng actually came to the file room on intuition?

He didn't even dare to actively contact the old toad now.

The clerks in the file room continued to work. Liang Qu never received a message from the old toad, not daring to relax for a moment, until two quarters of an hour, half an hour later.

"Down!"

Not daring to hesitate, Liang Qu withdrew the "Vortex God Armor" and drilled downwards into the ground with all his might.

"To the left, stop! To the left."

Stopped eight times along the way.

"Charge!"

Liang Qu drilled out of the ground and ran out of the city with all his might.

The sunset shone obliquely, the scenery was infinitely good...

Rushed halfway through the city.

The Ze Ding trembled.

Two wisps of blue-green long Qi floated in the cauldron, circling the red-gold gourd, together with the other seven wisps of long Qi, circling each other.

Liang Qu's pupils dilated violently.

"Obtained a wisp of Dew Condensing Qi. If fused with 10,000 water-ze essence, a spirit fish can be born, which can sublimate the hanging green, with mysterious effects."

"Obtained a wisp of Dew Condensing Qi. If fused with 10,000 water-ze essence, a spirit fish can be born, which can sublimate the hanging green, with mysterious effects."

Damn!

Careless.

There is long Qi in Qinzhou?

Inside the mass grave, the heaven and earth long Qi suddenly disappeared from the dew without a trace.

"How bold!"

The air wave exploded.

The government office clerk's eardrums were pierced and bleeding, rolling on the ground and wailing.

*Boom! *

The Qi pillar surged into the sky, birds were startled and flew away, and heaven and earth changed color suddenly.

A streak of meteor was shrouded in red light, rushing out of the government office, speeding over. Wherever it passed, the clouds in the sky were split in two, pavilions were shattered, and the ground broke, turning up yellow soil.

The momentum came overwhelmingly, and the air suddenly turned into gel.

In an instant, Liang Qu stimulated the Qi sea, swung his tail with all his might, resisted the resistance, dived downwards, and tried his best to drill into the dark river.

Behind him, the big hand was overwhelming, the gang wind rolling.

"Water Travel Thousand Miles"!

The Wu Sheng's 'essence' squeezed over, just before the impact reached the surrounding environment.

*Swish. *

The fish shadow disappeared.

The big hand grasped empty air.

A big pit half a mile in radius appeared suddenly. No gravel, no sand, the cross-section was smooth, and the dark river gathered.

"Ha, ha..."

Liang Qu surfaced in the dark river, still terrified, breathing heavily.

So close!

"How could there be long Qi in Qinzhou city?"

This kind of strategic material should have been transferred early. How could it be left in an unstable area?

"Dew Condensing Qi, all things nourish. Clear the turbid and raise the clear, dry wells gush springs."

In terms of effect, it is somewhat similar to Heavenly Water Morning Dew, but Heavenly Water Morning Dew focuses on recovery, while Dew Condensing Qi focuses on 'sprouting'.

Seeing the effect of this long Qi, and then thinking of Qinzhou's situation, especially the number two.

Could it be...

"Deliberately manufactured by the Southern Frontier?"

Liang Qu was dumbfounded.

He hadn't forgotten that long Qi can be artificially manufactured!

Jian Zhongyi's dam collapse in the past was to artificially obtain disaster Qi, including his Withered Wood Meets Spring, quite like two sides of the same body!

It's just that resurrection from the dead is too tempting, Liang Qu really didn't dare to reveal the method.

He was afraid.

Afraid that someone would do it on purpose.

The cost and harvest of disaster Qi still need to be weighed, which is completely different from Withered Wood Meets Spring.

Not to mention anything else, so many Martial Saints, manufacturing disasters in their fiefs is more than enough. Even if Withered Wood Meets Spring cannot act on the Mirage Dragon, Perfected Form is more than enough. Who is a lone person? There are plenty of descendants who need it. Even if there is a lone Wu Sheng, he can take it out to exchange for materials.

In addition, Liang Qu himself hadn't found any means to collect Withered Wood Meets Spring Qi other than the Ze Ding.

Not just long Qi, including the Drought Demon position fruit.

In fact, the Great Snow Mountain's plan was also to artificially inject evil Qi, just the range was different.

Qinzhou is now a mess, with many casualties, especially Perfected Form experts. The Southern Frontier would never let go of such an opportunity!

He thought of another thing the Grand Steward said when he climbed the Wangyue Tower.

"Position fruits are divided into small, medium, and large grades. There are two ways they are born."

"One is heaven-born and heaven-raised. Heaven-born and heaven-raised are mostly small position fruits; only small position fruits cannot enter the furnace. The second is self-gestation, growing from a seed into a big tree, and the big tree bears position fruits. Self-gestation is at least a medium position fruit. Although it doesn't enter the furnace, it has a chance."

The Drought Demon is a small position fruit born of heaven and earth. The Green Woman after promotion is strictly speaking also counted as self-gestation, but the 'host' will die.

"Is the process of self-gestation to integrate environmental changes into the individual?

When a supreme Wu Sheng dies, all things grow. Their Qi and blood are vigorous, greater than the sum of the vitality of a county or a state. Do they have this qualification?"

Liang Qu's thoughts turned a hundred times.

Seeds, big trees, fruits.

Seeds are nothing more than long Qi, his own long Qi...

"Sigh, not the time to think about this."

Cutting off distracting thoughts, Liang Qu took a turn, came to Ling Xuan's vicinity, put on the meat cassock, and spat out Long Eying.

Seeing Ling Xuan again, they were no longer practicing, but standing on a branch, looking forward with hope.

"Brother Ling!"

The voice sounded from behind.

Ling Xuan let out a long breath. Heaven knows how nervous they were when they saw the Qi pillar!

They jumped off the trunk and looked up and down: "You escaped from the Wu Sheng's hands?"

"How is that possible? Front foot, back foot, just a line faster than him chasing me!" Liang Qu pinched his thumb and index finger into a gap.

"Where is the thing?"

"Here!"

Ling Xuan took the booklet and smelled a little bit of saliva.

Flipped through it quickly to find it.

End.

Ling Xuan's pupils trembled: "Correct, this is it!"

"Everything is settled now, right?"

Ling Xuan placed the booklet close to their body: "Almost perfect."

"There is no perfect crime in the world." Liang Qu teased Ling Xuan with Ling Xuan's own words.

"So it's 'almost'."

"Purple-Gold is Purple-Gold, doing things without a leak. All settled, let's go!"

Carrying three corpses on his back.

Traveling day and night.

Leaving quietly, returning quietly, Ling Xuan tied the coroner's records and the mission booklet together, sealed them, and carried them on their back.

"How to mislead the Nanhai King, I believe Brother Ling is also a professional and has your own ways." Since it's misleading, it definitely can't be put directly in front of the Nanhai King, especially the source of the corpses, which is too purposeful. It must be set up, hinted at sideways. Liang Qu handed this difficulty to Ling Xuan.

"Leave it to me."

Ling Xuan took it on.

Being able to stabilize the frontier is undoubtedly a great merit. The more effort, the greater the reward.

Three days after sending off the Purple-Gold Embroidered Uniform Guard.

Late December.

Drizzling rain.

The news that the Nanhai King had suddenly 'recovered' and was coming to comfort the front-line soldiers broke into the camp.

Moist water vapor gathered into water droplets on the leaves, accompanied by the vibration of cheers, dripping from the leaf tips.

Inside the tent.

Liang Qu bent his knees, stood up from the cushion, walked to the weapon rack, brushed his fingertips over the spear shaft, and gripped the Fubo tightly.

*Clang. *

The black-gold brilliance flashed and disappeared.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 1153 =====