Chapter 95

Wang Qi left Baima County as early as possible. Before the old Taoist priest and Wang Qi could fight to the death, he left through another city gate in Baima County.

After carefully thinking about the old Taoist priest's words, Wang Qi felt that something was wrong. He seemed to be hinting at something to Wang Qi.

But Wang Qi couldn't guess it.

The bells and whisks given by the old Taoist priest were both high-quality magical instruments. Wang Qi could not distinguish their quality and specific functions, so they were all placed in the storage ring.

Apart from the bells and whisks, there is also Wang Qi's Qi Practitioner cultivation. When Wang Qi himself didn't pay attention, he quietly broke through to Spiritual Silence. It was extremely smooth and everything came naturally.

In addition, there is another gain about Dragon Killing Fist.

The dragon-killing fist that Wang Qi learned was a fragmentary scroll, which only recorded how to throw seven punches. It was very powerful, but because he didn't know how to practice it later, Wang Qi rarely used it.

But this question has been answered by an old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest spread his palms out and finally brought his fist down gently, telling Wang Qi that at the end of the Dragon Killing Fist, the power of the seven fists was combined into one punch.

The method of cultivation has been told to Wang Qi, and all that is left is for Wang Qi to put in the effort to practice.

The sky gradually became dark, and Wang Qi frowned slightly as he walked on the road.

The scenery on the road was very different from when he just came down the mountain or when he set off from Liangzhou. You could often see traces of fights or many newly built tombs.

"Great Qin, I'm afraid something is going to go wrong." Wang Qi sneered in his heart.

There must be people in Great Qin who are kind to him, but most of them, Wang Qi believes, are malicious to him. He hopes that Great Qin will collapse soon, but not too early, and finally collapse after he asks the sword to pass through Dingjing.

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But at the moment, whether the Great Qin is in chaos or not has nothing to do with Wang Qi to be honest. What he has to deal with is the hidden murderous intention coming from within the Great Qin.

Today is a rare sunny day. The sun sets over the mountain and the path is winding.

It's not that Wang Qi doesn't want to take the flat road, he also wants to take the waterway and take a ferry, which is easier. But he doesn't dare because he is afraid of being killed or blocked again on the road.

When his strength is not enough to face the crisis, Wang Qi knows how to keep his tail between his legs. It’s just a small road, it’s nothing. Wang Qi is convinced that he will be able to fight the air with a sword in the future. No one dares to stop him wherever he goes.

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So, it's just a small road. The future road will be smooth and you will suffer a little bit, it doesn't matter.

Just like when he was in Ningcheng of the Daqi Dynasty, Wang Qi had disliked the local snake Zhang Tian for a long time, but since he had neither strength nor backing, he kept avoiding him.

In the end, when Wang Qi had enough strength, Zhang Tian was killed in the seal in Ningcheng without any mercy.

Night fell as promised, and the moonlight was still bright. Wang Qi looked at the tombs on both sides of the road, and he decisively chose to continue on his way.

Qing Niu slowly pulled the cart while Wang Qi dozed off and felt a little sleepy.

In the midst of confusion, Hua Gu suddenly stretched out her hand and pushed Wang Qi.

The sleepy Wang Qi rubbed his eyes and looked at Hua Gu.

Hua Gu pointed forward and followed the direction of Hua Gu's finger. Wang Qi was stunned.

Under the moonlight, on the left side of the road, there is a table in front of a new tomb. Four people are playing mahjong in full enthusiasm. Behind the person sitting in the direction of the tomb, there is another person who is looking at it with his head tilted.

Wang Qi blinked, feeling a little strange.

"Hey, who are you?" Wang Qi couldn't help shouting.

The people who were playing mahjong so enthusiastically ignored Wang Qi at all. Even after they finished playing a round and shuffled the cards, they made a clattering sound.

Are you being ignored?

Wang Qi narrowed his eyes and looked coldly at the figure watching the card game.

Even though there was some distance and the moonlight was dim, Wang Qi could see clearly.

That guy is wearing a shroud!

A dead man watching four people playing mahjong would be a strange sight for everyone who saw it.

The dead man didn't look like a powerful character. Wang Qi squinted his eyes and did not choose to reveal his identity in the end.

It's just a mutated corpse.

Wang Qi grabbed the bell and shook it violently.

The crisp bell rang, and all five heads looked at Wang Qi. Especially the one standing, whose neck was extremely stiff.

Seeing Wang Qi, the four people playing cards screamed and turned pale.

Wang Qi continued to ring the bell. He still knew how to use the bell in the most basic way.

The bell imbued with spiritual power forced the corpse to turn around and run away, plunging into the grave.

The movement of the corpse made the four people look back, and just in time to see the corpse getting into the grave, they collapsed to the ground.

"Who are you four?" Wang Qi stepped forward and asked.

After questioning, Wang Qi learned that the four people were nearby residents. One of the old fathers had just died and was buried. They were playing mahjong at home. They clearly remembered that they were at home. As for how they got here, they had no idea.

Wang Qi squinted his eyes and looked at the grave bag.

There is a place in the grave where the soil is extremely loose, presumably caused by the corpse crawling out.

"Little Taoist Priest, this... we..." The four of them stopped talking.

"Don't worry, nothing's wrong." Wang Qi simply glanced at the four of them and found nothing unusual.

Then, Wang Qi asked: "What is your relationship with the deceased?"

"This is my father." One of the men with a shaved head replied quickly.

Wang Qi looked at the other person up and down. He had blue hair on his head, his clothes were dirty and shabby, and he looked like he was shrinking.

"A rotten gambler." Wang Qi guessed the identity of this person in his mind.

As he expected, this man's surname was Zhang, who spent all his time in money shops. No one cared about his real name for a long time. He was the only one in the family. His mother had died long ago. He lived with his father, father and son.

I know how to gamble all day long.

The son was called Zhang Er, and the one in the grave was called Zhang Da.

Now that Wang Qi has learned that the other party is a bad gambler, he has no intention of rescuing him. If he has this time, wouldn't it be better for him to hurry up?

After being careful and prepared, Wang Qi called Qing Niu to continue on his way.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Er plopped down and knelt down in front of Qing Niu, blocking Wang Qi's way.

"Little Taoist Priest, please show my father. Is it because of bad feng shui that he is living uneasily underground, and why would he let us come here?" Zhang Er knocked his head on the ground.

Wang Qi looked at him coldly. Someone who was playing money at home just after his father was buried would naturally not have much filial piety. Zhang Er was kowtowing at this moment, obviously because he was more worried about himself.

"Yes, Taoist Priest, please take a look." The three people looked at each other and spoke anxiously.

Seeing Wang Qi's expressionless face, Hua Gu understood that he didn't want to take action, so she chuckled: "You are interesting. After your father was buried, you started to make money, but now you have filial piety?"

Zhang Er knelt on the ground, his face turning blue and white, and wanted to defend himself. In the end, he didn't know how to speak, so he could only repeat over and over again: "Please take action, please."

His three poker friends looked sad: "Little Taoist Priest, even Zhang Er, oh no, our money-making gambler is not worth saving, please look at the faces of other folks from all over the country and come to the rescue."

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Wang Qi looked at the three of them and narrowed his eyes. He was secretly amused. Was he kidnapped by morality?

How much do the folks from all over the country have anything to do with me? Let’s not mention Wang Qi’s identity as a lost player. Even if he is a native of this world, he is from Daqi and not Daqin. The people here have nothing to do with Wang Qi.

what is the relationship?

However, Hua Gu suddenly remembered something, and she sent a message to Wang Qi: "Sir, if the matter is not difficult, you might as well save me, it will be a meritorious service."

"Merit?" Wang Qi was stunned.

"As a practitioner in heaven and earth, the universe nourishes me with its spirit. I use my cultivation to repay heaven and earth, eliminate harm for the people, rectify the atmosphere, and be favored by the great road. This is called merit. Merit is a hundred benefits and no harm to cultivation.

At a certain point of practice in the future, the bottleneck that cannot be overcome can be passed smoothly with the blessing of merit. It is like a person who only has the realm of alchemy in his life, but he can ascend through hard work and merit. Merit can also be regarded as a path of practice.

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Hua Gu explained to Wang Qi: "The benefits of merit are endless, and practice is only one of them. It also has many benefits such as blessing luck."

Wang Qi pondered. He looked at the grave bag, then at Zhang Er, and then at the three Zhang Er card friends. His eyes changed and he hesitated.

"If the young master is not willing, I will refuse on your behalf. Anyway, this merit is minimal." Huagu asked Wang Qi's opinion.

Wang Qi nodded slightly and acquiesced.

Hua Gu then shouted: "Why should you be afraid of a dead corpse? There are practitioners everywhere in the Qin Dynasty. If you are afraid, go and ask other practitioners to save your life and make you wake up to prevent the corpse from hurting you."

It's a great favor, don't block the way, otherwise don't blame me for turning against you!"

Looking at Hua Gu's cold face, Zhang Er had to stand up and hesitated to speak.

He wanted Wang Qi to take action because he didn't want to pay. He asked Wang Qi to deal with the dead body first and thanked him afterwards. As for asking for money, the matter was over. If he couldn't get the money, what else could the other party do?

Practitioners are stationed in every rural village in Da Qin. If you ask them to take action, you have to give money first.

Zhang Er has been hanging out at the gambling table, and even eating depends on the luck at the gambling table. Who can afford to hire a practitioner?

Wang Qi knew his thoughts like a mirror, and it didn't matter whether he had money or not. If Wang Qi was short of money, he could just take a piece of spirit stone, and he wouldn't even use a spirit stone. He could just draw a talisman and sell it for more money than Zhang Er paid.
To be continued...