Chapter 1152

Dense forest outside the city.

"Brother Ling, stay here and don't move. In a moment, I will perform the secret technique of capturing 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 at Long Long Eying.

"I already said it's a secret technique. Except for my wife, others cannot watch. And I'm going alone, leaving my wife to accompany you—a lone man and a lone woman, isn't that inappropriate?"

"..."

Twisting and turning, he just wouldn't answer why adding him was "inconvenient" while adding Long Long Eying was "convenient," and where the difference lay. Ling Xuan stopped paying attention, fell into the tree canopy, sat cross-legged, and remained motionless, restraining his qi to avoid being discovered by Southern Frontier Gu insects.

"Let's go."

Light flowed, he put on the "Vortex God Armor," dragged the smiling Long Long Eying, Liang Qu returned to outside Qinzhou city, took off the meat cassock, and handed the Blood Fiend Divine Ability and the corpses to Long Eying.

"Afei!"

The Fat Catfish poked out its head, opened its big mouth, and swallowed Long Long Eying and the Heaven-God corpse together.

"Is Frog Lord ready?"

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

"Good! Let's make it quick."

Changing back into a strange fish, Liang Qu used the "Vortex God Armor" to enter Qinzhou city again.

Vortex Palace.

Fluorescent jellyfish glowed. On the Dragon Dragon Lingxiao, a blue cat and brown rat were performing. Large and small musical instruments played non-stop. The little River Otter beat a gong and screamed, pinching its throat. The Old Toad grabbed a bottle of frozen watermelon juice, stuck out its round belly, opened its frog toes, and was overjoyed.

Spitting out Long Long Eying and the Heaven-God flesh, the Fat Catfish stretched out its whiskers and poked the Old Toad's belly.

No reaction.

It drilled out a dent with force.

*Pop. *

The Old Toad slapped it away with dissatisfaction.

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

*Whoosh. *

The jellyfish dimmed, and the cloth shadow 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 them. "You stupid frog, are you trying to rebel against this Elder?"

The Fat Catfish waved its fins repeatedly.

"Frog Lord, don't be anxious. We should give the little River Otter some time to rest so it can dub better, right?" Long Long Eying persuaded from the side. "And time is of the essence. Liang Qing is waiting outside. It's time for you to act."

The little River Otter was exhausted and nodded repeatedly.

The Old Toad lived in the cloth shadow all day, and except for sleeping, it rarely had free time.

"Fine, the old rules." The Old Toad raised its right foot, opened five toes. "Treasures split in half. For other things, once you act, Redfire Jin Yu, this number!"

Long 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 with extreme punishment!" The Old Toad jumped onto the Fat Catfish's head, its frog head tilted back fiercely, using a violent headbutt. "Remove your frog status, remove your frog status!"

*Bang! *

Stealthy movement all the way.

Liang Qu stimulated his Size Ruyi, shrinking his body size, directly shrinking to one-tenth, from a three-foot big fish to a ten-centimeter palm-sized fish, waiting underground for a while.

Finally, he communicated with the Fat Catfish in the mental link.

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

"Good! How do we go next?"

The Old Toad squatted on the Fat Catfish's head, grabbed its long whiskers, closed its eyes tightly. "Hmph, 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 and moved slowly.

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

*Splash. *

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

The Pan Tong Great Shaman sat on a rock, lowered a small branch, and a thin fishing line dangled the koi.

"Hmm?"

"My lord?"

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

The small fish opened its mouth and swallowed the fish bait.

The Pan Tong Great Shaman sensed some subtle mood, just like the ripples that had risen in the pond earlier.

Closed his eyes to perceive.

Within Lingnan, the Prince of Nanhai, Prince Xingjin, and Prince Chong—the three kings guarding the Great Shun frontier had not moved.

On his side, the Centipede Great Shaman and the Withered Bone Great Shaman had also not moved.

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

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

The Martial Saints of all parties have not moved...

"Strange..."

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

Martial Saints are one with heaven and man. You can not believe anything, but you cannot not believe your intuition. Something must have happened, and it's unlikely to be a good thing.

The Perfected Form qi on the front line has not sharply decreased; there is no need to take action to help.

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

It's not Perfected Form either.

Could it be...

Something went wrong with the juniors in the family?

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

*Swish swish. *

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

"Go immediately and call Grandmaster Wang."

"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, rushed into it, and browsed the files.

The file room had shelves lined up layer by layer, with only two Wolf Smoke and three Four-Pass experts, 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, various files in a government office are classified, but the files in Qinzhou, whether the Qinzhou officials were too tired to deal with them or they 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, and half died. Qinzhou is only so big. There are only so many young and beautiful ones. Now the whole city can't even open a brothel; there's really nothing good."

"Why must you go to a brothel?"

"Oh, Brother Zhang's meaning?"

"A good family woman. The innermost one on Zouliang Street. Her husband broke his leg, and she has an eight-year-old boy. I went the night before last... it was actually not bad. One hand can hold it full, just a bag of millet."

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

"That's a pity. It was truly not bad. After finishing, there's a wet towel to wipe your body. Hey, here we are. I'll go get busy first; there's still a file to find."

Whispers came from outside the window.

*Creak. *

The door was pushed open, and dust floated.

The Grandmaster who was talking walked in, looked around, and pointed at the Four-Pass experts: "You guys, find a record of the Grandmasters of the Qinzhou great families, and also the ancestral homes and families of each Grandmaster."

"Yes!"

Liang Qu couldn't understand Southern Frontier language, just watching the clerk listen to orders and search. He pulled out a file. He hurriedly went up to take a look, confirmed it wasn't what he needed, and put his heart at ease.

After the Grandmaster left, Liang Qu continued to work, sometimes following the Old Toad's instructions to stop moving, and after confirming it was safe, slowly searched.

"Great Shaman!"

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

"Grandmaster Wang, you are fast. Take the token and go to the neighbor to ask the Centipede Great Shaman if he has noticed anything unusual. If there is, tell Centipede to be careful and move slightly; I will know. If not, there is no need to say more. You ride fast and go directly to my home to see if anything has happened."

"Obey orders!"

The Grandmaster took the token and turned to leave.

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

His index finger tapped on the table.

"... Year... deceased."

"Hiss, this is it!"

Liang Qu couldn't wait to see the content immediately.

Unfortunately, the file was pressed down. He couldn't see it even if he passed through it. This had nothing to do with eyesight. Being too close meant 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 distorted.

Liang Qu quickly pulled it out and opened it to browse quickly.

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

The time and place were all correct, and there was the unique qi of the Qinzhou official seal, which could not be forged.

Carefully opening a small hole, the file was rolled up, let the little River Otter swallow it deep, and hid it in the Vortex Palace.

"Done! Afei, tell Frog Lord, we can go!"

"Charge, charge, charge! Stop!"

The Old Toad made a sharp explosion, violently pulling the Fat Catfish's long whiskers, penetrating the link in a flash of lightning.

Dead silence.

Cold sweat broke out from his temples and flowed 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, go back to what you were doing." The Pan Tong Great Shaman waved his hand, came to the bookshelf himself, pulled out a file, and flipped through it like a story.

The clerks were trembling with fear, not daring to move.

After a while.

The Pan Tong Great Shaman stuffed the file back onto the shelf and scanned it twice. "Alright, I'll take a look. You guys get busy."

"Respectfully send off the Great Shaman!"

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

"Phew."

"The Great Shaman has such heavy prestige."

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

Liang Qu remained motionless, his whole body tense.

The Southern Frontier Martial Saint 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 had not received any information from the Old Toad and did not dare 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 downward into the ground with all his might.

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

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 setting sun shone obliquely, the scenery was infinitely good...

Rushed halfway through the city.

The Ze Cauldron trembled.

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

Liang Qu's pupils dilated violently.

"Obtained one wisp of Dew Condensation Qi. If fused with 10,000 water-ze essence, a spirit fish can be born, which can sublimate and bestow favor, with mysterious effects."

"Obtained one wisp of Dew Condensation Qi. If fused with 10,000 water-ze essence, a spirit fish can be born, which can sublimate and bestow favor, with mysterious effects."

Damn!

Careless.

There is long qi in Qinzhou?

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

"How bold!"

The air wave exploded.

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

*Boom! *

The qi pillar surged into the sky, birds flew in shock, and the heaven and earth changed color abruptly.

A shooting star shrouded in red light rushed out of the government office, speeding over. Wherever it passed, the clouds in the sky split in two, pavilions shattered, and the ground broke, turning up yellow soil.

The prestige attacked mightily, and the air suddenly turned into gel.

In an instant, Liang Qu stimulated his qi sea, exerted his tail, resisted the resistance, escaped downward, and tried his best to drill into the dark river.

Behind him, a giant hand surged, and the gale rolled.

"Water Travel Thousand Miles!"

The Martial Saint's "essence" squeezed over, just before the influence reached the surrounding environment.

*Swish. *

The fish shadow disappeared.

The giant hand grasped empty air.

A giant pit half a mile in radius appeared suddenly. There were no broken stones, no sand and dust, the cross-section was smooth, and the dark river converged.

"Ha, ha..."

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

That was close!

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

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

"Dew Condensation Qi, all things nourish. Cleansing turbidity and raising clarity, dry wells gushing springs."

In terms of effect, it is somewhat similar to Heavenly Water Morning Dew, only Heavenly Water Morning Dew focuses on recovery, while Dew Condensation Qi focuses on "sprouting."

Seeing the effect of this wisp of long qi, and then thinking of the situation in Qinzhou, especially the number two.

Could it be...

"Deliberately created by the Southern Frontier?"

Liang Qu was dumbfounded.

He hadn't forgotten that long qi can be artificially created!

Magistrate Jian Magistrate Jian Zhongyi's dam breach in the past was to artificially obtain disaster qi, including his "Dead Wood Meets Spring," which is quite like two sides of the same coin!

It's just that resurrection 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 need to be weighed, which is completely different from "Dead Wood Meets Spring."

Not to mention anything else, with so many Martial Saints, creating disasters in their fiefs is more than enough. Even if "Dead Wood Meets Spring" cannot act on the Dragon of Death, it is more than enough for Perfected Form. Who is a loner? There are plenty of descendants who need it. Even if there is a loner Martial Saint, he can take it out to exchange for materials.

In addition, Liang Qu himself hadn't found any means to collect "Dead Wood Meets Spring" qi other than the Ze Cauldron.

Not only long qi, but also the Drought Demon Fruit.

In fact, the Great Snow Mountain's plan was also to artificially infuse evil qi, just a matter of scope.

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

He also thought of the other words the Grand Steward said when he climbed the Wangyue Tower.

"Fruit positions are divided into three grades: small, medium, and large. There are two ways they are born."

"One is born and raised by heaven; most are small fruit positions. Only small fruit positions cannot enter the furnace. The second is self-gestation, sprouting from a seed to become a big tree, and the big tree bears fruit. Self-gestation is at least a medium fruit position. Although it doesn't enter the furnace, there is a chance."

The Drought Demon is a small fruit position gestated by heaven and earth. After promotion, the Green Maiden is strictly speaking also counted as self-gestation, but the "mother body" will die.

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

"A supreme Martial Saint dies and all things grow. His qi and blood are vigorous, greater than the sum of the vitality of a county or a state. Does he have this qualification?"

Liang Qu's thoughts turned a hundred times.

Seed, big tree, fruit.

The seed is nothing more than long qi, his own long qi...

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

Cutting off distracting thoughts, Liang Qu took a turn, arrived near Ling Xuan, put on the meat cassock, and spat out Long Long Eying.

Seeing Ling Xuan again, he was no longer cultivating but standing on a tree branch, looking forward with hope.

"Brother Ling!"

The voice rang out from behind.

Ling Xuan let out a long breath. Heaven knows how nervous he was when he saw the qi pillar!

He jumped off the tree trunk and looked him up and down. "You escaped from the Martial Saint's hands?"

"How is that possible? Front foot, back foot, just a line faster than him catching up!" 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.

Opened it and searched quickly.

At the end.

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

"Everything is settled now, right?"

Ling Xuan placed the booklet close to his 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, speaking and doing things without leaking a drop. All settled, let's go!"

Carrying the three corpses on his back.

Traveling day and night.

Leaving silently, returning silently, Ling Xuan tied the coroner's records and the task booklet together, sealed them, and carried them on his back.

"How to mislead the Prince of Nanhai, I believe Brother Ling is also a professional and has his own ways." Since it's misleading, it certainly can't be placed directly in front of the Prince of Nanhai, especially the source of the corpses, which is too purposeful. It must be a setup, attacking from the side. Liang Qu handed this difficulty to Ling Xuan.

"Leave it to me."

Ling Xuan took it all on.

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

Three days after sending away the Purple Gold Embroidered Rider.

Late December.

Drizzling rain.

The news that the injured Prince of Nanhai had finally "recovered" and was coming to comfort the front-line soldiers broke into the camp.

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

Inside the camp.

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

*Clang. *

The black-gold light flashed and disappeared.

(End of chapter)