Chapter 82 Blood Sacrifice in the Rain (2)

These days, Murong Zhi's body has recovered slowly. After all, half of her essence has been drained, and even the foundation-building realm will be damaged.

Fortunately, with two spiritual beasts, she doesn't have to worry about earthly affairs, and can breathe and rest with peace of mind - I judge that even if we have plenty of magic medicine on hand, it will take at least half a year to heal.

The techniques we collected are mixed. Most of the magical powers found from the Golden Elixir Cultivators' acceptance of the rings are magical powers used to defeat the enemy. The cultivation world calls it "art". The rest of the practice methods are not very good, which is similar to our family's third-level methods. The body training part is far less than the oral teachings of our hearts by our father, a Jindan warrior, and the Yin God practice part that we care about is vague.

Cultivators generally recite the key tips of the practice of Dharma in their hearts, and what is left in the text is only a general framework, with physical but no essence. If they are accomplished cultivators, they stand at the peak of cultivation and look down, and they may understand the same. Those of us who are half-legged on the threshold of cultivation and half-legged outside the cultivation gate are at a loss for their imagination to see the imaginative pictures and texts.

——Cultivation requires the inheritance of the master. The experience and paths obtained by countless outstanding figures in the history of cultivation for thousands of years cannot be passed by individual figures with limited time.

If you practice your father's skills to the top, you are just a golden elixir warrior. Of course, it is not difficult to maintain health and prolong life, but after all, you are an incomplete cultivator.

The martial arts era has declined, and fists alone cannot do anything great in the secular world.

In addition, there is no way to remove Murong Zhi's blind heart in martial arts.

I want to learn something more profound.

She also longed to master powerful magical powers like my Heavenly Thunder Method.

Finally, we found a set of skills in Ren Pingchao's library, and broke the thoughts attached to it. It turned out to be a method of cultivation called "Qiu Shui Pian".

The preface says that this method of cultivation that Ren Pingchao did not complete was created by himself, claiming that he was deduced by the second-level method of Canghai derived by comprehending the first-level method of the Star Sect. He wrote it to teach his disciples, and the oral teaching method that should have been hidden was written on the classics without any scruples.

We rejected his inheritance, but by chance, the masterpiece of Ren Pingchao's inheritance fell into our hands again.

"Although this technique is not complete, at least it shows us the path. Our technique is derived from the Star Sect. Follow the steps above to practice Yin Shen, and the direction of the big one will never be wrong."

Murong Zhi said it reluctantly.

Everyone knows that even if the general direction is good, if you carry and fight in small places during practice, the least you will be delayed by decades of entry, and the worst will be that you will fall into pieces and die suddenly.

"Forget it, please cross the river with a touch of stones." I muttered.

"I think so, too." She agreed.

I plan to combine my father's martial arts of body refining and the secrets of refining Yin God in "Autumn Water" as my own method, and piece together other magical powers from the music scores of the golden elixirs - anyway, the general outline of the Thunder Method of the Heavens is my most handy attack method, and I also look down on the other third-rate thunder methods, but I want to learn some tricks such as Tengyun, sword control, and escape.

But—that was a temporary postponement.

I took care of Murong Zhi for three days and burned the "Autumn Water Chapter" that we all recited in my heart. Late on October 14th, I returned to the valley outside.

I was used to breathing the spiritual energy of the cave, and the bloody wind in the valley outside made my throat feel itchy and hoarse for a moment.

After leaving here for four or five days, the scenery has changed a lot.

The sky was dark and the rains were falling endlessly. The valley formed a lake, and the water level of the lake was still rising above. I visually estimated that in a few hours the water level would be level with the prison where the blood food was imprisoned.

Countless grasshopper-like boats were busy back and forth on the lake. The native laborers were carrying stones to build the altar as high as possible, and set up floating chain boats on the lake. The frozen rain in the severe winter sometimes fell on the hands of the laborers who were not protected, and their fingers immediately formed ice and fell into the depths of the lake.

The annual blood sacrifice is their most sacred festival. No matter how storm and hard it is, it will not stop the blood sacrifice.

Unfortunately, they didn't actually have to pay so much money or sacrifice. The Dust-Eating Worm and Ren Pingchao have disappeared into the world, and the gods no longer exist. Tomorrow's blood sacrifice is the end of its five hundred years of history.

I was wearing the passerby's armor mask and felt invisible among the many natives. After a short while, I found Wang Qitai.

"We have killed the dust-eating insect."

His face changed to the guardian of Aung San Su Xing, the elder of the Aung San tribe, and calmly led me into a secret consultation.

"Very good, I'm very pleased that you can come back safely. Where is Xiaozhi?"

"She was injured and recuperated... Well, the sky of the Falling Star Cave has been under our name, and the cardinal formation is also controlled by us."

I hesitated for a moment and explained to Wang Qitai that Murong and I possessed the cave. If there was a land deed in the Falling Star Cave, it should have said that Murong Zhi and I should be written on it; if the elders of Shunshui Town competed for land with us, they would be in the wrong.

I stared at Wang Qitai and waited for his reply. Assuming that he showed no dissatisfaction, I could only be wary of him in the future.

Wang Qitai was surprised and said quickly,

"You must have encountered great dangers. You have overcome the storm of life and death before you can get the cave. I didn't expect you to do so well. Don't worry, the cave is yours. Shunshui Town and you will not have any other thoughts about your cave. Ah, in fact, the result of the discussion between the royal clan leader and us is that after his death, you will take over as the mayor of Shunshui to benefit everyone. You are our mayor in the future. How can the townspeople calculate the property of the town mayor?"

"I...I actually don't know how to benefit everyone.... What you said about being the mayor is too sudden..."

It was difficult to squeeze out the word "benefit" between my teeth.

The information he told me made me feel helpless. I was just sixteen and didn't know how to manage more than 100,000 people. How can I be the mayor? This is completely different from practicing martial arts. If I were to be the leader of a robber, I could read this since I was a child. It was nothing more than robbing money and women. I asked me to manage more than 100,000 people and enjoy food and clothing, uh-

Make...benefits - I won't do it for me!

"It's okay. Only with force and magic power in troubled times can one protect the health of one party. You have the highest potential in our town, and you have only a handful of strength on the island. You have a flexible mind and learn military and civil affairs quickly. Of course, it's the most suitable for you. I will help you if you don't understand, and the strong generals in the army will praise you. They can cooperate well with you. Xiao Zhi is so smart, she will definitely be your good wife."

Wang Qitai smiled as he spoke.

I thought to myself that since I was responsible for the fight, the problem should not be big. Anyway, Murong Zhi and Wang Qitai are both people from Semijidao, so I can just teach them what is bothering.

"Then I'm not polite. But I'll just kill Aung Shan Baoyan first. Well, we found many spiritual veins and spiritual fields in the cave. When the natives subdued, the people of Shunshui townspeople can also go inside to mine spirit stones and plant spiritual medicines, which is much better than outside."

"Our original plan was to seize the resources of Beidao. Xiaokong, you have such good intentions, I thanked the people of the town for your kindness."

My eyes turned to the high altar in the valley.

Aung Shan Baoyan sat cross-legged on it silently, like a motionless reef in the stormy waves.

"How many days have he been like this?" I asked.

"Since you entered the corridor to kill insects, he sat upright on the altar and did not move. This has been like this for five days." Wang Qitai said, "In fact, he was restrained by the old patriarch."

"oh?"

"The old patriarch has arrived at the valley and faintly released his murderous aura. Aung Shan Baoyan sensed an existence that was not inferior to his warrior, but he could not be sure where he was. He believed that the old patriarch must have come for the blood sacrifice, so he had to guard the altar these days and dare not make any changes."

My heart moved - was it because Wang Xiangfu restrained Aungshan Baoyan in the valley that we could calmly obtain the cave? In this way, shouldn't we be divided into more people in Shunshui Town?

My eyes looked at the ground, my mind was a little confused.

"Ah, Elder Wang, I also brought out some military talismans, strength talismans and ghost talismans, which can temporarily improve the strength of the soldiers and generals."

"You have gained a lot. Since Xiao Zhi has also mastered the formation, my wooden cow has to use it in other places."

Following Wang Qitai's instructions, I saw the huge wooden cow on the serial floating boat as a gift. I couldn't guess how Wang Qitai would use it.

"According to information, the storm ring outside the island has also disappeared. The time is the same as the moment you opened the cave. The storm turned into rain and fell. I hope that when the rain ended, we can kill Baoyan and let the indigenous people return to their hearts."

...

On October 15th, it was very cold.

The rain still showed no signs of stopping, but the indigenous labor saved a lot of trouble. The frozen rain fell on the lake and condensed into ice. They set up various tents on the ice for the indigenous elders and nobles to live in.

Xuerenhe's two hundred and fifty elite soldiers who pretended to surrender were covered with white mourning clothes, squeezing in the smallest greenhouse.

The blood-food prison door opened, inside were filled with godless boys and women and another 250 captured Chinese elites.

The valleys on both sides of the north and south patrol the native samurai. They barely acted heroic and heroic postures that were not moved by the harsh climate, but I clearly sensed their aura. The bad weather and the tension in mood tightened their aura. If there was any major accident, many people would definitely fall to the ground.

Under a large canopy, Aung San treasure flame sat in the middle of the altar like a king.

Qiaomuzhishan stood on his side and presided over the ceremony.

The wizard recited unknown spells and danced inexplicable dances. It was approaching noon bit by bit, and there was another project, which was when the dust-eating insects came out.

Xueren led the surrendered 250 Chinese warriors out of the shed in the cold rain. Lu Kewu and Yuan Xian carried a coffin behind him - this was a program to surrender: Xueren should bow down and recite the surrender form, and then shout polite words such as damn it and his tribe members. As long as Aung San Baoyan ordered the coffin to burn, it means that Shunshui Town has completely become a slave who was exempted from death by the Aung San tribe.

"...I wish King Aung San to live forever, and I will be punished for death."

Xueren trembled in the freezing rain and finished reciting the deeds. Qiaomuzhishan laughed and said to Aung San Baoyan.

"I heard that this is also the etiquette when your Middle-earth emperors accepted the surrender of foreign tribes. Great elder, your prestige is comparable to that of the emperors of the Central Plains!"

"Yes, Chinese people often say that their emperor is the son of heaven. I think the great elder is the son of the real god. He was born to the gods and united with our three tribes."

"Recently, the storm surrounding our island has disappeared. Did the gods give us the will to go out to sea to conquer the tribes outside?"

"Ha, the Great Elder has the power of God. Who can block his punch in the outside world?"

"Well, I think we might as well merge our three tribes into one, and we will be the king of Elder Aung San as our king. From now on, our three tribes will be called Aung San Kingdom!"

"Self Aung San as king!"

"Build Aung San Country!"

Several elders who depended on Aung San's tribe helped him flatter.

Disguised as the guards of Aung San Su Xing, I heard their funny comments like toads watching the sky, and couldn't help laughing.

I didn't want to laugh at first, but this suppression would cause stomachache, and I would bend my waist or roll over, so I simply laughed out loud.

"Aung San Su Xing, how do you control your guard? We are talking about such serious matters, how can he be so frivolous and rude!" Qiao Mu Zhishan shouted angrily.

Aung San Su Xing wanted to stop me from leaving the list, but Wang Qitai winked and he sighed helplessly.

I stood up and tore off my mask, and everyone saw my face.

"The so-called blood sacrifice is the ceremony of dust-eating insects to choose rations for themselves. There are no bastards or gods. It's almost noon now. Do you know why the shit-shelf god hasn't come out yet! I'll tell you-"

Five or six warriors came up to pull me off. I swung my legs and broke their knee joints during the intermittent call.

I threw out the corpses of the dust-eating insects from the ring one by one.

Then I repeated it to everyone in the valley through the rain with the roar of the lion, and in my unskilled indigenous language.

"It's this kind of monster that has eaten hundreds of thousands of you in five hundred years!"
To be continued...