Chapter 800: Jingcheng

"What a 'clear conscience'."

Zhang Zifeng was so angry he spat blood, and the old soldier beside him even cried out, "Old Marshal, I have come to avenge you!"

He stepped forward immediately, first finishing off Mo Qingzheng's servant with a single blade strike.

A flash of blade light was seen, and the servant's head flew high into the air, blood gushing like a fountain, scaring the shopkeeper and his wife into hugging each other and screaming.

"Today, the Young Marshal and I only seek Mo Qingzheng; the rest of you, do not bring ruin upon yourselves!"

The old soldier held his blade and glared like a tiger, his gaze focused mostly on the group of Aaron and Song Gongbao.

Aaron leisurely sipped his tea again, then took another drink, continuing to watch the show.

"Heh heh... if a White Tiger harms someone, that is a matter for the Imperial City Department and the city bailiffs; what does it have to do with us?"

Riding on the back of the White Tiger, this was the first time Aaron had truly observed this premier city of the Song Dynasty.

"Hmm, I have a Fire Jujube; you feed it to him, and it may prolong his life for a while."

While these men of the greenwood from Little Yellow Mountain Stronghold were discussing among themselves, the old soldier had already returned to Mo Qingzheng, plunged his blade into his heart, and dug the entire heart out.

"The Qi Points produced by Natural Sciences are also different."

Upon hearing this, the old soldier wailed loudly, like an old ape mourning, making those who heard it sad and those who saw it shed tears.

Xiaoyu let out a roar, transformed into a white Shadow, and vanished into the horizon in a blink.

Sure enough, Aaron had caused a sensation once again.

After watching the entire "Young Marshal's Revenge" story, he felt quite speechless inside.

He came to the old soldier's side, looked at the faint-breathing Zhang Zifeng, and said calmly, "Do you wish to save this person?"

Aaron had specially changed into a new Daoist robe, and before that, he had specifically found a small stream to thoroughly wash Xiaoyu, who had become a gray tiger from the dusty journey, turning her back into a jade-white tiger before leisurely riding the tiger toward the main gate.

The old soldier hurriedly stepped aside.

At this moment, looking at the direction in which the Tiger-Riding Daoist had left, his eyes blinked uncertainly: "Could it be that in this world... there really are immortals?!"

The old soldier wiped his tears, like a drowning man grasping at the final straw: "Does the Daoist have a way?"

Only then did the old soldier react.

'These two big fools...'

The old soldier cut off Mo Qingzheng's head again, preparing to return to offer it as a sacrifice to the Old Marshal, when suddenly he saw the Young Marshal Zhang Zifeng's expression change, and he spat out another large mouthful of blood, unable to help but be shocked: "Young Marshal?"

The old soldier's tiger-like eyes filled with tears; clearly, if the Young Marshal were to pass, he would inevitably follow.

At the very least, with the vitality of this body, leaving an heir for the Zhang Family was still something he could manage.

Perhaps the citizens of the capital had their own pride, and there were many places in the capital to see beasts, such as the snake charmers from India or the animal taming troupes from the Western Regions, so they had gained some experience and were not as easily fooled as the ignorant folk in the countryside.

"There is even a person riding on top!"

Zhang Zifeng was very surprised, and also somewhat dejected: "I didn't expect... due to a moment of hesitation, I missed a master."

It is strange to say!

Not long after the jujube entered his stomach, a trace of color appeared on Zhang Zifeng's face.

"It is time for me to go on stage and perform."

Aaron ate another piece of pastry, while outside, Xiaoyu yawned out of boredom.

After all, the reward had been given; whether the other party used it or not was their own business, so he went straight out the door and mounted the White Tiger.

And the latter, by collecting those high-end talents, would obtain richer returns than from commoners!

And beyond the nine land gates, there were also the East Water Gate, the Chenzhou Water Gate, and other entry and exit points, where logistics gathered daily and the docks never rested day or night.

"Completely healed, how is that possible?"

"Team Leader... this..."

Zhang Zifeng also understood the logic in this.

The Team Leader sneered and went back to continue maintaining order.

And the crowd, which had been somewhat fearful, could not help but click their tongues in wonder when they saw Xiaoyu obediently queuing behind a merchant caravan.

After all, as long as it did not leave, those oxen and horses dared not move!

The black-faced man beside him asked in a low voice.

At this time, Song Gongbao leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"Eh?"

If this Daoist had given a medicinal pill, he might have been able to muster some confidence, but a jujube? Could it really work?

"Heh heh..."

Just as Aaron was lost in his wild thoughts, the chaos ahead finally subsided, and then the crowd stepped aside one after another, inviting him to enter the city first.

Aaron nodded, took back his Monk Certificate, and leisurely entered the city.

Zhang Zifeng gave a bitter smile, though with another year of life, he could calmly look for a way to resolve the issue, or even arrange his affairs.

Song Gongbao whispered.

"There's a tiger!"

The Daoist had coexisted with the Dragon Qi for so many years, what examples had he not tried?

Jingcheng was known to have a population of over a million and was the wealthiest in the world, truly bustling and extraordinary.

"It actually broke a thousand just like that..."

'This purely belongs to not finding the right target for revenge, or being in despair and only able to vent anger on ordinary officials?'

Aaron leaned more toward the latter guess.

Song Gongbao squatted down, carefully took Zhang Zifeng's pulse, and could not help but shake his head: "This... this... the pulse is already like a candle in the wind; I fear, I fear..."

At this moment, what he thought about more was the issue of seeking advantages and avoiding harm.

Aaron arrived at the city gate and saw nervous guards gathering around.

The old soldier looked at the bright red dried jujubes in Aaron's hand, feeling somewhat uneasy.

He smiled and took out his Daoist Certificate: "This poor Daoist is Xulingzi, and this is my Daoist Certificate. I have come specifically to attend the Emperor's Thousand Autumn Banquet!"

The outer city alone had nine gates: Weizhou Gate, Chenqiao Gate, Xin Cao Gate, Xin Song Gate, Chenzhou Gate, Nanxun Gate, Dailou Gate, Wansheng Gate, and Guzi Gate.

"Ah!"

The dark-faced man shook his head repeatedly.

Although the White Tiger was an auspicious sign, he was only a low-ranking minor military officer with no connections above; what was the use of coveting such things?

However, Aaron was indeed a fastidious person.

"The Tiger-Riding Daoist... I originally saw that his fate was extraordinary, but I didn't expect it to be this extraordinary... A spiritual jujube capable of suppressing Backlash is simply unheard of... Even the Nine-Turn Great Golden Elixir of the Chongming Dao Secret Transmission might not have such miraculous effects."

That Daoist was able to subdue a White Tiger, so he should not be joking around; he hurriedly stuffed the jujube into Zhang Zifeng's mouth.

"Of course I want to!"

"What a huge white tiger!"

If it were the former, it would represent changing the trend of the world, causing great interference and influence on the world, and could likewise obtain a large amount of Qi Points.

"Sigh..."

It was just that this tiger was pure white, which made the officer feel a bit surprised: "In that case... please enter the city, Daoist. The Thousand Autumn Banquet is on the fifteenth of this month, but please, Daoist, be sure to keep this White Tiger under control; otherwise, it will be no laughing matter if it hurts someone."

Jingcheng.

This old soldier also knew the stakes involved, which was why he would rather disobey orders than let Zhang Zifeng take revenge with his own hands!

"Sigh... Uncle Kun, why must you do this? Even if you kill for me, I am already living on borrowed time; why not fulfill my wish?"

'In other words, it is indeed a case of "if you don't die, who will"... In the final years of a dynasty, most of the benevolent people who want to turn the tide end up dying miserably, because they are like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!'

Song Gongbao's expression changed, and he stood up to bow: "Marshal Zhang's reputation is like thunder to my ears. I did not know it was the Young Marshal before; I have been very rude, please forgive me, forgive me..."

"This Young Marshal of the Zhang Family has a family full of heroes, and his father has a very good reputation... If my brother wants to invite him up the mountain, what would it matter even if he gave the first chair to him?"

The capital of Da Song, the place of greatest benevolence.

"This is... what happened?"

Zhang Zifeng finally regained his senses, stood up with the old soldier's support, and looked slightly surprised.

Aaron was too lazy to continue persuading him.

Xiaoyu held its head high and chest out, walking with wide strides at the very front.

If there really were a way to bypass the Backlash of Dragon Qi, how could the situation be like this today?

Even if one drove other martial artists, or laid traps, or moved stones to use gravity to crush people...

An officer looked at the Daoist Certificate and cupped his hands politely: "Greetings, Daoist..."

He was also someone who knew his stuff, having traveled north and south with Zhang Zifeng, seeking immortals and asking about the Tao, and was actually quite knowledgeable about the Daoist Gate and cultivation.

On the other side, Aaron felt the change in Qi Points:

【Qi Points: 1022】

"The Qi Points have broken a thousand, yet I still cannot unlock the Sword Control Technique?"

'However, this Jiedushi also has a way of courting death, as can be seen from this old soldier... Your Red Tiger Army is so loyal and devoted, it should be called the "Zhang Family Army" instead, and with such brilliant military exploits, what ruler could sleep soundly?'

It is precisely because the laws are strict that one needs to pay a greater price to transcend the mundane and become a saint!

His eyes were unfocused, but he had indeed woken up: "Is this... the Human World? Where is my father?"

"It seems I have to wait until several thousand, or even break ten thousand?"

He did not know much about this Backlash and dared not make any guarantees.

"Then, is it because I obtained Qi Points from causing huge interference, or because he survived, felt moved by my life-saving grace, and listened to my ideas, allowing me to obtain Qi Points?"

"That's a Daoist, right? To be able to subdue a White Tiger, he must have Dharma Power!"

"Thank you for the reminder, this poor Daoist understands."

"My brother is righteous, and the Young Marshal is indeed a hero, but if he wants to be the head leader, I will be the first to disagree!"

"However, my surge in Qi Points could also be the result of two factors influencing each other..."

If he had directly killed the official just now, given that he was already injured from changing the other party's feng shui and casting the Nightmare Technique, he might have died instantly from the double Backlash!

"Please act quickly. If you can save my Young Marshal's life, I... I will be a beast of burden to repay your kindness, sir!"

"That's true... How could the value of truly high-end talent be the same as that of commoners?"

Sensing slightly, although the injuries and Backlash remained, they were suppressed by a magical force.

Although this force was constantly dissipating, it should be no problem to extend his life for several months or even a year.

"Cough, cough..."

'Was the death of Zhang Ye really caused by an official's impeachment? How could such a thing happen without the Emperor's tacit approval, or even pushing the boat with the current and fanning the flames behind the scenes?'

The old soldier wept with joy: "Young Marshal... are you finally fully recovered?"

"Young Marshal, Young Marshal... this is the Human World!" the old soldier shouted.

Mo Qingzheng died instantly.

It was just a morning; the armor shone like golden scales moving in the sun, and the nine gates of Jingshi opened simultaneously, like a giant beast, swallowing and spitting out a massive flow of people.

As long as one participates, as long as the other side has Qi... no matter how indirect, there is always a connection of Qi, bringing about Backlash!

This is the tyrannical nature of Dragon Qi!

Of course, indirect Backlash is always milder than direct Backlash.

Zhang Zifeng was unable to even complete the act of swallowing at this time; the old soldier gritted his teeth, crushed the jujube directly, mixed it with water, and forced it down.

Aaron thought for a moment and looked at the other information on the template:

【Skill: Divination (Unlocked), Alchemy (Unlocked), Beast Taming Technique (Unlocked), Sword Control Technique (Locked)... Bean Soldier Summoning (Locked), Dragon Elephant Strength (Locked), Vajra Indestructibility (Locked)... Communication Between Worlds (Locked)】

Zhang Zifeng pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "The matter here is finished, let us go... Daoism, sigh, Daoism..."

After watching the play, he still intended to give a small reward.

'After all... in this era, Imperial Authority is too terrifying, and the brainwashing is too severe. Even if these officials were to die, they would not dare to think in this direction, right?'

"This old soldier, I wonder if you would allow me to take a look? To tell you the truth, I am also somewhat proficient in Medicine..."

Song Gongbao also sighed, habitually wanting to reach into his pack to take out some silver to give to this old veteran as funeral expenses, but then he remembered that the other party was the son of a Jiedushi, and even if his family had been confiscated, he would surely be wealthier than himself, so it was hard to say, and he could only sit back down gloomily: "I didn't expect to encounter this while going out today. This official dying here will likely cause some trouble. Our identities as brothers are awkward, so let's leave first."

"Brother... that person actually came back to life?"

Watching Aaron's departing back, a soldier leaned over and said with some unwillingness: "Just let him go like this?"

"I have heard that this Jingcheng has eight scenic spots: Genyue Clouds, Yishan Sunset, Jinliang Moon, Zisheng Breeze, Baigang Winter Snow, Dahe Spring Waves, Chuitai Autumn Rain, and Kaibao Morning Bell... I must go and tour them."

"He is a Taoist with the reputation of the Qianqiu Banquet, what can you do?" the Team Leader rolled his eyes and said.

And the most surprised one was Song Gongbao himself!

He had personally checked the other party's pulse and knew that his life was hanging by a thread; how did he suddenly become lively and active?

"Brother, what are you doing..."

"Speechless, it's not even Sword Control Technique Flight, yet it requires so many Qi Points... It seems the laws of this world are indeed quite strict."

Not having walked a few steps, Zhang Zifeng collapsed to the ground again, his teeth clenched tight, his breath as thin as a thread!

"Young Marshal!"

He was lamenting the inconvenience of Daoism!

Qi Points are produced daily from a fixed group of people, but it was clearly not the time for production!

"In other words... my act of saving Zhang Zifeng just now generated a huge fluctuation in Qi Number?"

Among the group of outlaws, the black-faced man widened his eyes.

Zhang Zifeng spat blood while smiling bitterly: "You thought that by killing this official first, without me having to kill anyone personally, there would be no Backlash... but you thought wrong. For those who practice Daoism, no matter how indirectly they kill an official, as long as there is a connection, under the entanglement of Qi, there will be karma and Backlash!"

"Pah, I didn't expect your official's heart to not be black..."

"But if the White Tiger hurts someone..."

Even if Mo Qingzheng is demoted again and his Qi Luck is at a low point, he is still a Seventh Rank County Magistrate, an official governing the people! A Hundred-Mile Marquis!

Ever since he knew that Zhang Zifeng was sure to die, his intention to recruit the other party into the mountain stronghold had cooled significantly.

Zhang Zifeng looked at the old veteran, and the old veteran hurriedly told him everything that had happened after he fell unconscious.

However, this place of Jingcheng gathers top-tier dignitaries, with hidden dragons and crouching tigers; someone might just have this idea.

By then, I am afraid there will be a good show to watch.

(End of this chapter)