Chapter 174 Daozuo met on the official road more than 20 miles away from Anyang Mansion, where people came and went, and there was no end to business.

"What a handsome young man"

Someone inadvertently raised his head and looked at the boy in white riding on a red horse not far away, and couldn't help but marvel in his heart.

The young man was wearing a clean white robe, his facial features were delicate, his skin was fair and radiant, his eyes were deep and bright above the bridge of his tall nose, his long eyebrows were slanted up to his temples, and his long black hair was **** behind him, which followed the ups and downs of the horses. move.

The whole person exudes a vigorous vitality that cannot be ignored.

Many other pedestrians also gave him a few more glances, and in some carriages, there were quite a few family members who secretly looked at him.

And when his eyes shifted, he hurriedly lowered the curtain.

"Sure enough, the old Taoist priest is not as popular as the heroic young man."

An Qisheng shook his head.

The boy in white is naturally him.

Long before he realized Dan Jin, he was able to subtly control the changes in his muscles and bones, let alone now.

A little bit of qi and blood, emitting a ray of vitality, has completely changed his breath and body shape.

Even if there is any strange ability in this world to look at the age of a person's bones, it can only be seen that he is only in his twenties now, and it is absolutely impossible to see that he is nearly a hundred years old at this time.

An Qisheng looked back at Anyang Mansion.

In his eyes, the 'Qi' of Anyang Mansion was very disordered, and the strife of soldiers filled the sky. Obviously, his disappearance made some people very angry.

However, he didn't care about this, he urged him to sit down on the horse and walked along the official road without any rush.

From the beginning to the end, he never took the person who Six Doors tracked to heart.

The excellent appearance made many pedestrians on the way look sideways, and also let the swiftly passing Chakuai immediately rule him out of suspicion.

"The condensing of the heart meridian involves the internal organs and the entire qi and blood circulation system. Even with the degree of control I have over the human body, it cannot be achieved overnight.

However, the process itself has a lot of benefits for my physical growth.”

Riding on the horse, An Qisheng still concentrates on everything, thinks about problems, carries qi and blood internal force, condenses qi channels, visualizes himself, and travels at the same time.

After seeing the mud pill, his control over the body has become extremely subtle, and can even be specific to every pore. With a single thought, the hairs around his body can show different movements.

This kind of mental strength makes him familiar with everything.

For example, the first time he rode a horse, he was already skilled as if he had grown up on horseback.

After all, how many years have he squatted on horses in his two lives together?

With his current control, he can learn any complex skills at once, and he will become fine once he learns it. Not only is he extremely proficient in equestrianism, he can even use his own strength to add to the horse's body to relieve its fatigue when it is running and jumping. , to enhance its physical strength.

Huhu~

The red horse was galloping, and as the force vibrated, it ran more and more smoothly, and soon surpassed many pedestrians. While the horses galloped and undulated, An Qisheng's body was extremely stable, as if he was one with the horses.

The speed of the journey was very fast, and none of the first pedestrians could keep up with him.

And as the distance from Anyang Mansion got farther, there were fewer and fewer merchant teams on the road. Until later, there was not a single team in sight for a long time.

"Huh? So many corpses"

At a certain moment, An Qisheng raised his head from his horse.

On the official road more than 30 feet away from him, there were many corpses lying side by side.

He glanced at it, it should be a group of gangsters, there are roughly more than 30 people, and the death is very uniform, all of them are brows open, red and white things flow out.

"This is not a sword injury, but a sword qi penetrating the head. The murderer at least has a condensed 'hand script', and he knows sword qi and martial arts."

At a glance, a large amount of information has already restored the scene of this group of people being killed in his mind.

Even the death sequence and time of death of those corpses clearly emerged in his mind.

This is the role of the spirit after seeing the mud pill.

"Ah! So many corpses!"

"It's too awful!"

"Who killed the man?"

A few dozen feet away, a caravan seemed to pass by, and bursts of exclamations reached An Qisheng's ears through the sound of the wind.

"Walking around the world is a high risk these days"

An Qisheng shook his head.

The red horse had already snorted and stepped forward.

It was a large-scale caravan, and there were dozens of guards alone, many of whom were calm and had inner strength.

At this time, someone was examining the wounds of the corpses.

Seeing An Qisheng coming across the horse, he was a little wary.

An Qisheng didn't care at all, but at a glance, he saw that there were actually a few acquaintances in the caravan.

It was the guard of the caravan who passed by when he was helped down the mountain by two little guys a few months ago. It seemed to be called 'Lao Zhou'.

However, that 'Old Zhou' naturally didn't know him at this time.

After seeing this, the red horse stopped.

"Yintang turns black, and there is death in the brows"

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed.

He has a strong spirit, and is practicing the Wan Luck Wang Qi technique every day. Although he can't reach the point of peeking into the secrets of the sky and calculating the fate of the country, for some ordinary people, it is natural to see it extremely accurately.

At this glance, he could see that the 'Old Zhou' was only afraid of death.

"Dare to ask you, where are you going?"

With a thought, An Qisheng asked.

His voice was clear and clear, and it rang through the caravan clearly, suppressing all other noises at once.

Many of the caravans are people who go south and north, and naturally know that this hand must be supported by deep internal strength.

Involuntarily, I became more cautious.

"If I go back to the Taoist priest, I am going to Liangzhou to do business. I passed by this place and saw that there are many corpses in this place, so I stopped for a while."

A middle-aged guard who was closest to him answered with his inner strength.

"Liangzhou? Liangzhou is adjacent to Zhongzhou, and after Anyang House is Fengzhou, are you going the wrong way?"

An Qisheng raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a little strange.

Ordinary caravans are mostly between the state capitals, and few cross the extreme distances. After all, the farther the road is, the more dangerous it is.

The caravan has a backlog of goods, and every time the city has to stop and trade, it is already a fast speed to cross a state in five or six months.

And this place is far away from Liangzhou than it is from Fengzhou.

He doesn't need to rest alone for a single horse. It takes more than half a month to raise a horse at a real temperature, and this caravan is afraid that it will take more than a year.

Such a long-term business is rare in Dafeng.

"Ugh."

The middle-aged guard sighed and cupped his hands:

"What the Taoist did not know, there was a plague on the only way to go to Liangzhou along this official road. We had already arrived at Xiyan Mansion. We could only turn back when we heard the news."

"plague"

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

Whether it is a previous life, a mysterious star, or a long-floating world, plague is a word that makes people change their color.

Especially in the Jiufujie, the number of people who died of plagues throughout the ages is probably more than the number of people who died in wars.

However, with the reduction of wars in recent years and the absence of major droughts and disasters, there should be no large-scale plagues.

He looked at the direction of Qingzhou, and there was a ray of light in his eyes, but he had already used the Wan Luck Hope Qi technique.

I saw a black air mixed with blood in the distance, covering the sky and the sun, and there were already many dead people.

But the weather was not a plague.

In the qi-watching technique, the plague belongs to the evil, evil, and poison of heaven and earth, and the black qi mixed with blood and light, the death qi is more than the three kinds of qi.

Obviously, it is man-made.

"In this world, there are still more beasts"

An Qisheng's eyes were slightly cold.

Only from the bloodshots mixed with the black air in the sky, it can be seen that there are no less than a thousand dead people in Qingzhou at this time.

This made his perception of people in this world even worse.

"This plague is said to have originated in Qingzhou. It didn't take long for it to break out, but many people died. Although it hasn't spread here, the road has been blocked."

The guard smiled wryly.

People with inner strength are extremely unlikely to be infected with the plague, and those who have changed blood are no longer infected.

Naturally, he was unwilling to turn back and change paths, but he was not afraid of his inner strength, but there were many ordinary people in the caravan.

He could only hurry.

"I take the liberty to ask, which way do you want to go to Liangzhou?"

An Qisheng slightly cupped his hands.

During the conversation, he had already swept over the people, except for the people in the carriages who couldn't see it, most of the people present were blackened, obviously the death was not far away.

"This"

The caravan guard hesitated slightly.

In his heart, he secretly scolded this little Taoist for not knowing what to do, how could the business route be easily leaked?

"Meeting is fate, Pindao advises you, it is best to change the route, otherwise there will be a **** disaster."

An Qisheng smiled slightly, ignoring his hesitation, swept over the crowd, and said calmly:

"This is the end of the poor way, and I will leave now!"

Having said that, as soon as he urged him to sit down on the red horse, he was about to leave.

"what?"

Many people in the caravan suddenly changed color, and many people had already drawn their swords. If it wasn't for the inner strength of An Qisheng's hand, I'm afraid they would have swarmed them at this time.

"Master, wait a minute!"

After only a few steps, there was a clear call from the caravan.

In a carriage, a little fat maid ran down, waving a handkerchief, jumping and shouting.

"Any thing else?"

An Qisheng stopped his horse and looked back in surprise.

With his perception, he naturally knew who the person in the carriage was.

This little fat maid gave him several steamed buns.

This matter, he also remembered.

"My lady, please come in and talk."

As An Qisheng looked cheap, the little fat maid blushed and was a little shy.

"No!"

"This person's origin is unknown, and he is full of nonsense. How can he be allowed to see Miss?"

"No, don't let him get close to Miss!"

All the guards near the carriage changed their expressions and blocked it.

On the contrary, some of the guards on the periphery, although hesitant, did not say much.

"Old Zhou, please come over here."

After the guards shouted a few words, a clear female voice came from the carriage~lightnovelpub.net~ That old Zhou hesitated for a moment, walked to the carriage and said a few words, and then stopped the group with a dignified expression. Down.

With a strong smile, he cupped his hands and said:

"Don't blame Daoist, brothers are also cautious, not deliberately offending."

"In the past, you don't have to."

An Qisheng glanced at everyone, looked at the carriage, and said:

"The poor way that can be said has already been said, let's leave it alone."

After all, without waiting for everyone to respond, An Qisheng reined his horse.

With the long neigh of the red horse, he had already left, leaving the little fat maid to keep shouting.

Only the dust is everywhere, and the sound of the wind is blowing, and the lingering reverberation drifts: "It's hard to persuade a damned ghost with good words, whether you believe it or not, it's your life!"