Chapter 49 Rebirth (1)

In the afternoon, the Gongshu wooden bird slowly landed on the empty plaza of a cliff at the end of the South Island.

The sun is abundant and the wind is pleasant. More than a dozen seabirds occasionally land in front of the floor and walk around and eat. The atmosphere here is like a different world of bloody battles in the dense forest yesterday.

The stone tower is built into four floors, and no one acts as a gatekeeper.

The main entrance of the tower was closed, but a small door was opened on the side, half-closing it in a low profile.

"The town is not equipped with enough staff, and the school children still have to work and practice martial arts during the day, and come to school only at night. Elders should usually rest in the afternoon, and there is no disturbance from outsiders during this period."

Wang Qitai explained to us and pushed the door open with Wang Qinian's body on his back. We followed him to pick up a stone staircase, spiraling around the hall on the first floor.

He pulled down the bell in the hall, opened the wooden door in the inner room, and walked out of a fat-headed servant.

We followed Wang Qitai's advice and took off all the human skin masks. He said that the stone towers were all secret guardians, so there was no need to worry about revealing their true appearance.

"The two elders are really rare guests. Are these young men and girls new to travel to the sea? It is rare that the same Chinese tribe will also come to this island in decades."

The attendant smiled and he stared at Murong Zhi and me curiously.

Wang Qitai sighed.

The attendant then noticed that Wang Qinian was no longer a stranger.

He was stunned for a while, his expression turned solemn, "Has something big happened?"

Wang Qitai nodded, "You are waiting in the hall. I will go with my fellow student to inform the old patriarch Wang Xiangfu about the situation."

He and the attendant named "Xueren" took Wang Qinian's body into the inner room, leaving Murong Zhi and me in the hall.

I was not a quiet person, so I sat for a while and waited for them to arrive for a long time. My legs were shaking in the air for a long time and itched. Then I jumped off the bench and walked around the hall to see the decoration calligraphy and paintings of the decorations and calligraphy, which were signed by Wang Xiangfu on it.

The content of calligraphy and painting is also ordinary, and it is written about the five virtues of Confucianism, "benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness" and the painting is nothing more than the ancient pastoral scenery of "avoiding the world in the peach garden, men farming and women weaving". It is worth noting that the painter writes too deeply, and can spread but cannot scatter, and often even the irrelevant branches and parts are penetrated through the back of the paper.

My mother was born into an official family in the imperial capital. She has been immersed in the luxurious skills of noble scholars since she was a child. She had not forced me to spend time learning those pretentious things, maybe my martial arts have long reached the upper level of internal skills now.

However, it is also an additional gain for me to show off this knowledge in front of the girl Murong Zhi. A person who focuses on learning certain things, but others cannot be good at it because people have limited time and energy.

"Do you know Murong Zhi? "The Book of Famous Paintings in Ancient and Modern Times" talked about the voice of calligraphy and paintings. From the above, we can see that the author's temperament and character is exactly the same as the same face. We are bored anyway. What kind of personality do you guess Wang Xiangfu is from calligraphy and painting? I bet he is a stubborn and tough old man, who may lack interest and do not know how to adapt."

I stoked for a long time with no response and the scene was a bit cold.

I turned around and glanced at what she was doing.

Murong Zhi was stroking the skull of a wild beast hanging on the stone wall with her hands, the skull as big as the head of a giant ox.

This is obviously a beast that Wang Xiangfu hunted when he was young.

In the Central Plains, many warriors above the foundation-building process like to make the mountain spirits, water monsters, beasts, and ferocious dragons they killed by themselves into decorations and hung them on the walls to commemorate them. There were also five or six shark monster skulls in the cabin of my father's building ship, which I am used to.

"What did you say just now? I didn't hear it."

She asked.

"Forget it. I'm farting."

I was angry.

"Oh. Can you tell what kind of beast's skull is this?"

Murong Zhi then asked me, "I can tell the difference between fish and wild animals on land. After all, my family is not doing business in the forest."

There are ears in the partition walls, and it is not convenient to talk about "we are pirates" in the Confucian world.

"The skull of this beast is as hard as the medium-grade armor."

Murong Zhi's fingers tapped on the beast's skull, and the sound of gold coins falling to the ground seemed to sound in my mind.

She blew a breath into the hole in the eye of the beast's head. The beast's bones vibrated like wind chimes, crisp and pleasant, and never dissipated for a long time, just like blowing a porcelain bottle fired in a famous kiln.

This is undoubtedly the skull of a spirit beast, comparable to the essence of gold and crypt.

"The information I received said that when the clan leader Wang Xiangfu was young, he was also a warrior in the Central Plains. He served as a leader of the rebel army and killed many invading armies of the pseudo-Qi and Rakshasa. He abandoned martial arts and learned Confucianism after middle age and studied economics of how to make more people survive in troubled times. It is not surprising that he knows martial arts skills, but he can do it even if he kills spirit beasts."

"Oh, I always thought that their old patriarch only knew how to manage the family and govern the country, but I didn't expect to know martial arts. Do you think he would be a Jindan warrior?"

Now I know that there are many kinds of Jindan realms, and I finally understand that not even Jindan can fight.

Practice is entirely a personal matter. Realm is just a measure of the achievements of a specific person, rather than a uniform standard like assembly line machinery.

A person goes from the third level of external power, the third level of internal power, and the third level of foundation building. The first level of the Golden Elixir is called the small achievement of cultivation. This is the "small achievement" of his personal goal of distance from the Dao.

There are great differences between each golden elixir.

Although the Jindan realm is close to the level of metal and stone in the body, it has a huge scale and a state of mind that ordinary people do not have, and they are indescribable. However, their focus is different.

My father, Wang Qinian, and Aung Shan Baoyan, like the golden elixir, pursues stronger and faster martial arts. They have incredible magical powers in killing people with their bodies and weapons. They are golden elixir warriors.

As for the golden elixir like Wang Qitai, there are few people who have secular knowledge such as medical skills, literature and machinery, and they pursue the way to save the world and the people. He belongs to the Jindan Confucian scholar.

As for those who fly to the sky and escape from the earth and have mysterious magic, the Tao they pursue is outside the secular world and belongs to the cultivators of the Golden Elixir realm.

A Jindan Confucian scholar like Wang Qitai cannot fight against a Jindan warrior.

The battle between the Golden Pill Warrior and the Golden Pill Realm Cultivators will also be at a disadvantage.

What kind of golden elixir does Wang Xiangfu belong to?

In addition to the martial arts of foundation-building, it seems that any type of golden elixir can be used to kill spiritual beasts with magic and martial arts, and Confucians can also succeed with strategies and medicines.

"Let both of you wait for a long time."

The wooden door was pushed open again. The fat man named "Xueren" seemed to have a much relaxed expression than before, but I could still see a quiet sadness between his eyebrows: it was obviously a grief for Wang Qinian's death. Although the Confucian school also said that he was happy and knew fate, Xueren was like us, and he was not as good as he did not make things sad and happy.

"Are you looking at the old patriarch's collection?"

He glanced at Murong Zhi looking at the beast bone, "This skull belonged to a unicorn smoke beast during his lifetime. It used to be the mount of Gongsun Shanjun, the prince of the pseudo-Qi prince. When the old patriarch blew a golden dragon and cut off the head of the ferocious beast with a golden dragon knife, the little Gongsun rolled in the sand and shook the army of the pseudo-Qi retreating for a hundred miles. In March, you don't dare to fight. Look at the big hole on the skull's forehead. This is the original position of the unicorn. The one-horn can ward off water. The old patriarch sawed it down to offer it to the emperor to apply for military pay for the rebel army. The tyrant lord ignored it and then the patriarch's heart was cold."

Wang Xiangfu is both a Jindan Confucian scholar and a Jindan warrior!

I gasped.

Murong Zhi's hand that was touching the skull also trembled slightly.

How much strength and skills are required to cut off the head of this spirit beast with one knife?

From the size of the skull and giant bull-like imagination, a ferocious beast with black smoke covering my mind, white horns shrouded in my nostrils, and flames spurted out from my nostrils.

"Sure enough, this ferocious beast is the one-legged black smoke beast mentioned in "The Legend of Rakshasa Ping Demon". It is a beast spirit born in Beidahuangzhou, and it is the same level as the Rakshasa lion who is your sling armor."

Murong Zhi suddenly said to me.

Is it said that Wang Xiangfu is as strong as my father?

"This girl has a very good experience and is indeed a ferocious beast produced by Rakshasa Kingdom. The golden elixir warriors cultivated by Rakshasa Kingdom need to pass the twelve trials, and kill twelve different ferocious beasts of this level. The Pseudo-Qi prince recognizes the barbarians as his father and passes the twelve trials. This unicorn black smoke beast is the strongest of such beasts, so the Rakshasa Kingdom gave it to the Pseudo-Qi prince. Who knew that he just rubbed it like this and was cut off by the old patriarch. Haha, it really destroyed the arrogance of those Chinese traitors..."

Xueren said and ran away from the question.

A cough came from the inner room, "What are you nagging about when I was back then? Please invite guests in!"

That was the voice of an energetic old man.

"Ah, I'm rapping again."

Xueren looked shy.

"Please, please!"

When the wooden door was pushed open, we saw an old man with wide robe sitting in front of the screen, Wang Qitai sitting respectfully in the east seat.

The weapon stand on one side of the room is equipped with a large knife with a golden dragon inlaid.
Chapter completed!