Chapter 267: Adding New Neighbors

Liang Qu dressed neatly, went up to the deck, and looked toward the island.

A clearing was cleared on the island near the water marsh, long tables were connected, and bronze incense burners were placed on the tables, reflecting heavy golden light in the sunset.

Xiang Fang Su carried the big banner and pressed it into the ground, the horse mane on the long pole fluttering with the river wind, not falling for a long time.

Opposite the big banner, dozens of soldiers pulled iron chains, dragging iron cages from the ship to the side of the big banner.

The square iron cages were unusually heavy, and every iron bar was as thick as a normal person's wrist.

The mountain ox that had been hungry for more than ten days knelt on the ground, panting weakly.

Pre-war sacrifice, praying for ancestors' blessings.

Post-war sacrifice, thanking ancestors for bestowing blessings.

Only then would it have a beginning and an end; otherwise, it would be taking "benefits" and running, not understanding etiquette.

After the sacrifice, the clearing of the Ghost Mother Sect branch came to a complete end. Except for some soldiers left behind, the rest could follow the main force back to Pingyang County.

The sacrificial altar was set up.

Liang Qu followed the crowd to the island and stood in the crowd.

The night wind blew.

Silent.

A huge bull lay on the ground, the thick red blood flowing from the wound on its neck, accumulating into a small pool along the mud pit.

The soldiers of the River Po Office lifted dozens of corpses to the center of the field, stacking them layer by layer.

Unlike ordinary martial artists who were cremated early and ended up in a small wooden box, these were all meritorious people who had made contributions but died in battle.

One layer of corpses, one layer of firewood, one layer of fire oil.

Sorrowful emotions spread in the crowd; young soldiers couldn't help but tremble, fear, and even more, feel lucky.

Lucky to have survived, lucky not to have become one of the piles of corpses, still able to live and go back to see their families.

Yang Dongxiong sighed.

Xu Yuelong opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say, and finally closed his mouth, keeping silent.

The personal guard stepped forward and bowed.

"Commandant, ready."

"Light the fire."

Several personal guards received the order, lined up in four directions, and threw torches together.

The torches fell on the corpses soaked in fire oil, immediately igniting a raging fire, rolling from bottom to top.

The bonfire rose little by little in the night sky, finally turning into a soaring flame, piercing a long strip of light on the water surface.

Black smoke accumulated in the sky, occasionally obscuring the waning moon, and the unpleasant smell mixed with the bloody smell of the mountain ox, making one nauseous.

Even after the sacrifice ended, Liang Qu returned to the building ship, still feeling that the smell lingered for a long time, as if it had taken root in the nasal cavity, coming out to harass him from time to time.

The follow-up matters on the island were handled, the building ship lowered its white sails, crashed into the night, and sailed in the direction they came from.

Top floor of the building ship.

Xu Yuelong gathered all the filled-out documents, put them into a long box, locked the lock, and bowed slightly.

"Respectfully send off the Zhang Longxiang Wu Sheng."

"Respectfully send off the Zhang Longxiang Wu Sheng."

More than thirty people present, the sound like a sea tide, bowed together.

Liang Qu raised his head slightly, only seeing the long box turn into a stream of light from between his fingers, piercing through the window and disappearing into the sky.

My god.

"Profound weapons move by themselves?"

Liang Qu looked at Ke Wenbin beside him.

"Otherwise, what do you think."

Ke Wenbin scanned Liang Qu up and down, revealing surprise. It was the first time he knew that Liang Qu didn't know the meaning of Wu Sheng profound weapons.

"No matter how powerful a weapon is, relying on Hunting Tiger alone can't beat a Jiang Zongshi. Experience, strength, vision, supernatural powers—the differences are too many."

"Then how did we win?"

Liang Qu was very curious.

He was too embarrassed to ask actively a few days ago, fearing this was something ordinary people shouldn't know.

Ke Wenbin said: "The so-called profound weapon having spirit is not just talk. You should know the saying of 'foundation' for martial artists."

Liang Qu nodded.

From the early stage of stepping into martial arts, Cao Shixiong Hu had told him about the "foundation" of martial artists.

It also let him know why the water in other people's bodies couldn't be controlled, unless his "foundation" strength significantly surpassed others.

Seeing Liang Qu nod, Ke Wenbin continued.

"When reaching the Wu Sheng realm, one can refine one's own supernatural powers, that is, a part of one's own 'foundation,' into the weapon, which is equivalent to expanding your concept as 'one' person."

Ke Wenbin emphasized the word "one."

Liang Qu heard the implication: "That is to say, normal people have two hands, two feet, one head, and a Wu Sheng has to grow an extra knife, an extra gun?"

Ke Wenbin rubbed his chin: "Feel like what you said is weird, but it's about that meaning."

Liang Qu respected him.

What a powerful means. From the performance, profound weapons are more powerful than ordinary hands and feet.

After all, if hands and feet are separated from a person, that person has no perception and cannot control them.

The performance of profound weapons is not like this!

The two Martial Saints are at least ten thousand miles away, yet they can still easily control the profound weapons, and even know the surrounding environment through the profound weapons!

Xu Yuelong just said a respectful send-off, and the profound weapon flew away by itself.

"The ones fighting those two Grandmasters were actually not our few Great Martial Artists, but those two Martial Saints!

Great Martial Artists can play a limited role, just responsible for supply, like the grass for feeding horses.

Speaking of which, it's also good luck. It's very difficult for a profound weapon to deal with two Second-Step Grandmasters, but who let us catch up? Remember the last time the Great Feast of the World?

That new Wu Sheng is close to Pingyang County, right in Nanzhili, and the pressure of confronting the Northern Court has eased a lot, so the Zhang Longxiang Wu Sheng also freed up his hands.

Superimposed, this trip could be so smooth."

Liang Qu suddenly realized.

Pulling one hair moves the whole body.

He was drinking in a restaurant with his senior brothers and sisters that day of the Great Feast of the World; he never thought it would affect a big move a few months later.

"Using profound weapons to send letters, isn't that very fast?"

"Isn't it sending now?"

Ke Wenbin pursed his lips, pointing to the desk where the long box was placed.

Borrowed things must be returned, but since they came, of course, they couldn't return empty-handed, that would be a waste of a good opportunity.

Big items can't be brought, but information and the like are easy.

A dignified Wu Sheng doesn't mind helping a little, all for the Great Shun.

It's a pity it can't be used often. If something happens to a Wu Sheng's profound weapon, it will have a significant impact on the Wu Sheng.

"From here to the capital, at the speed of a profound weapon, it only takes half a day. It won't be faster. Seventh-rank and below official positions, Nanzhili can directly confirm.

As for you, there should be good news by August. Maybe by the time we get to Pingyang County, Nanzhili will have already stamped it at the Ministry of Personnel."

Under the night curtain.

The building ship slowly docked.

Liang Qu stepped on the land, and an unprecedented sense of solidity transmitted from his soles to his whole body.

It took less than two days to go, but it took three full days to return because of wind, water flow, and other reasons

It is now almost the end of the seventh lunar month.

"A tiny branch of the Ghost Mother Sect, and yet it took me half a month to go and come back."

Liang Qu truly lamented how fast time flies; a battle itself doesn't take long to fight, but the lead-up and the aftermath are what really kill you.

After bidding farewell to his master and the others, Liang Qu, who had been away from Pingyang County for a long time, couldn't wait to strap on his large bow and long spear and head home.

It was midnight, and under the curfew, the streets were empty, without a single soul in sight.

Occasionally, patrolling soldiers would see Liang Qu, having long since learned of the return of the River Patrol martial artists, and they dared not step forward to question him.

Upon returning home, Liang Qu put down his weapons and took the opportunity to check on how the beavers were doing in the pond, only to learn some unexpected news from the old giant clam.

There was a new "beast" in the house!