Sometimes, a well-understood persuasion is far inferior to a half-concealed warning.

The human heart has always been like this.

Sure enough, not long after An Qisheng left on the horse, the caravan members decided to turn around after intense discussions.

Follow behind An Qisheng and head towards Qingzhou.

These caravans have gone through a lot of things. Knowing that there are many scholars in the rivers and lakes, they may not be as good as Qin Tianjian, but their words are also very accurate.

In their opinion, perhaps An Qisheng is such a person.

They couldn't help not believe such a thing.

In particular, a group of warriors with internal strength are more willing to break into Qingzhou than the fear of the unknown.

On the official road under the crimson moonlight, An Qisheng, who was galloping across his horse, glanced back and saw the turn of the caravan, and the omen of death disappeared.

In the world of life, there are thousands of ways to die, and thousands of unexpected disasters.

Avoiding catastrophe is not difficult, a change of thought can decide life and death.

Just like Xuanxing’s great grandmasters who see God, they avoid danger when they feel danger, seek good luck and avoid evil, foresee danger and do not go, naturally they can avoid many disasters.

It's just that this ability is not omnipotent. Once it is blocked by people, or there is a reason to go, it will be targeted and killed.

"The grace of a meal can be paid for by saving lives."

An Qisheng withdrew his gaze, urged Ma Juechen to leave, and quickly disappeared into the night.

The Dafeng area is extremely vast, and the distance between the east pole and the west pole is almost close to the equatorial circumference of Xuanxing.

The territories of the divided states are very large, and most ordinary people have never left the state in their entire lives, just like the mysterious stars, many people have never left the country in their lives.

Although the red horse that An Qisheng rides is not a Jiao horse, it is also the best BMW among ordinary horses.

But Rao was like this, and it took seven days before he arrived in Qingzhou.

Between Zhongzhou and Qingzhou, Liangzhou is also separated.

On this day, the sky is bright, and the three big suns in the sky will rise, and the red light will shine on the sky with golden clouds.

On the red horse, An Qisheng, who closed his eyes and fell into a dream, conveyed the internal force of qi and blood, and condensed his qi veins, opened his eyes slowly.

More than ten miles away, he can already see a huge city wall that spans dozens of miles from north to south, with no end in sight.

This city occupies a huge area, and the city wall is wide and high. It is the largest city he has seen when he came to Jiufujie.

Sitting on the plain, it hovers like a giant dragon.

This is Qingzhou Fucheng, and it is also the outbreak site of the so-called 'plague'.

"Sorry~"

Running all the way before the road moat, the red horse let out a long neigh and stopped slowly.

Bean-sized sweat beads flowed out from the flame-like mane, like blood, and then evaporated into sweat by the high temperature.

After running for many days, An Qisheng nourished his physical strength with strength and relieved his fatigue. This red horse was also exhausted to the limit.

huh~

An Qisheng turned over and dismounted, his palms stroked from the head of the horse to the back of the horse, his strength and true qi oscillated, calming his boiling blood, and then he took out pills to feed the horses.

Fengzhou visited in January, and he got a lot of medicinal pills.

With his current physique, internal strength, and ordinary medicinal herbs are extremely limited to him, he doesn't care about this loss.

The red horse snorted comfortably, and the temperature on his body slowly dropped.

It has traveled all the way, although its physical strength has been greatly consumed, but it has also gained a lot of benefits under the warm nourishment of Jinli Zhenqi and the feeding of medicinal pills.

Outside Qingzhou City, there are almost no pedestrians.

At the gate of the city, hundreds of soldiers lined up, ready to fight.

An Qisheng also smelled a strong smell of gunpowder smoke, apparently after being sterilized again and again.

The security of Qingzhou Prefecture is very strict, and the access of ordinary people is even more strictly controlled, but it does not care much about the access of people in the rivers and lakes.

First, the soldiers guarding the city were not willing to offend the people in the rivers and lakes. Second, they were those with inner strength, and the chance of being infected by the plague was extremely low.

So An Qisheng walked into Qingzhou City easily.

On the huge street, the people are sparsely populated, and most of the restaurants and restaurants on both sides are crowded. Only a few people with martial arts are drinking and partying.

Occasionally, there are pedestrians passing by, and they are all in a hurry, and their faces are solemn.

An Qisheng seemed to find a tavern with a lot of people at random. After placing the horses, he paced into the restaurant.

"Take some of your restaurant's signature dishes. The food should be full and the taste should be good. Bring two pounds of wine and burn a few basins of bath water."

After asking for a room, An Qisheng gave a few words to Xiao Er who greeted him with a smile.

After that, he walked into the room in a hurry.

The strength of the physique is accompanied by higher consumption. Although there are medicinal pills to eat, daily meals are also essential.

Fortunately, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in this world exists in all things, and there are also traces of spiritual energy in ordinary food.

Otherwise, with his current physique, if he is above Xuanxing, it would be a huge problem to eat and drink every day.

The drinks are average and the food tastes unsatisfactory.

But for An Qisheng, who can even eat disgusting medicated meals, this is naturally not a problem.

He slowly ate a table full of food, and washed away the dust that did not exist.

The door was knocked.

Before waiting for An Qisheng to respond, the visitor had already pushed in the door.

A white dress with a veil, blue silk long hair, and a delicate face, who is not Bai Xian'er.

As early as he entered Qingzhou, he discovered the signal left by Bai Xian'er. This time, he came to Qingzhou Fucheng because of the mark left by Bai Xian'er.

"Father"

Bai Xian'er, who pushed in the door, just confided a word, and looked at An Qisheng, who was sitting by the window and greeted the spotless white robe.

"Who are you?!"

Bai Xian'er was startled, the smile on her face disappeared immediately, and her whole body was full of true energy.

"it's me."

An Qisheng moved his throat and made an old voice:

"You and me have a unique mark, how else can others fail?"

"You, are you really grandpa?"

Bai Xian'er looked at An Qisheng, whose face was like a crown jade, like a gentleman.

She naturally knows that martial arts practice can make you stay young, and she also knows that some disguised martial arts can change their appearance, but what kind of martial arts can wash away the vicissitudes of a person's years?

This vigorous and vigorous life breath like the rising sun can be possessed by an old man who is nearly a hundred years old?

Where is this still possible with martial arts?

"Of course it's me."

An Qisheng gently put down the glass.

The moment the wine glass fell on the table, his blue silk had turned into white hair, and his fair and smooth skin had become sallow and slack, and in an instant, he had returned to the old Taoist priest.

At the same time, his surging vigor and vigorous vitality also fell to the bottom of the valley, exuding an aura of vicissitudes.

It's just a thought, and there has been a huge change in mental posture, physical body, breath and even the most subtle.

It's like a different person.

"This, this, grandpa, what kind of martial arts are you doing?"

Bai Xian'er was shocked in her heart as she watched the scene like a 'transformation'.

Where is this still martial arts, it is already an immortal art!

An Qisheng smiled slightly, and his voice was vicissitudes:

"Want to learn?"

After seeing the mud balls, his control over the body has reached an incredible level.

It has been possible to stimulate the body to achieve extremely rapid changes in metabolism by transporting qi and blood, thereby producing such an effect like a 'transformation'.

At one thought, the rising sun turns into the setting sun, and the setting sun turns into the rising sun in an instant.

The entire change is a complete transformation from the subtleties of the body, to the breath, to the mental outlook.

"think"

Bai Xian'er's eyes brightened.

For a woman, this kind of martial arts is simply a dream.

"We'll talk about it later."

An Qisheng waved his hand and asked:

"Do you know about the Qingzhou Plague?"

"plague?"

Bai Xian'er did not expect An Qisheng to ask such a question.

After the blood change was completed, apart from some strange poisons in the world, ordinary poisons, the plague could not help people in the martial arts, not to mention her grandfather who had already achieved great vitality.

No hindrance, care what it does?

"Tell me what you know."

An Qisheng shook his head.

From Bai Xian'er's expression, he knew that, like other martial arts practitioners, Bai Xian'er didn't care about the so-called plague at all.

"Grandpa, it seems that few people have been infected with this plague after the government changed the water source and burned the corpses."

Bai Xian'er recalled slightly, and said:

"I guess this plague may not be a plague, but it may be that someone poisoned the water source."

Although she doesn't care about this plague, the Six Prison Demon Sect's intelligence system is very strong, and she has to know some things if she doesn't want to know.

"Poisoned."

An Qisheng nodded slightly, which was similar to what he had guessed.

"The people of Jinyiwei had already sealed the Qingzhou city more than 20 days ago, and ordinary people are not allowed to go out. Anyone with symptoms will be taken to the outside of the city for isolation and isolation, and the bodies of the dead will be burned together."

Bai Xian'er told what she knew one by one.

An Qisheng tapped the table with his fingers, such a method of processing was not bad in such an era.

"Xian'er once saw a patient get sick, and the symptoms were very similar to a strange poison in the Golden Wolf Royal Court."

Bai Xian'er seemed to remember something:

"It is said that the Golden Wolf Country will send people to the enemy country to poison and create chaos before every war. This time, it may be the same."

"Golden Wolf Court?"

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

There are many countries in the Jiufujie, and there are seven really powerful countries, of which the Golden Wolf Country is the most vast.

The Golden Wolf Kingdom is also the most warlike country among the nations.

In the past, Nantian Mountain would hunt, but most of it was initiated by the Golden Wolf Kingdom. After that battle, it was silent for a long time. Is this about to start another war?

"Grandpa, are you going to Zhongzhou this time?"

Bai Xian'er quietly changed the subject.

The Six Prison Demon Sect is next to the Golden Wolf Country, and it has a good relationship with the Golden Wolf Country. She doesn't want to interfere in these matters at all, otherwise, she will die without a corpse if she is discovered.

"good."

An Qisheng took a deep look at Bai Xian'er and said lightly:

"You left me a mark, but what did you find?"

"Grandpa, it is inevitable that the Holy Son will come to Dafeng this time. No one can stop it. You should not take risks."

Bai Xian'er persuaded:

"The chivalrous door is going to be strong this time, I'm afraid it's not far from being destroyed."

"If I don't look for him, will he not look for me?"

An Qisheng moved in his heart and seemed to feel something interesting.

He has been learning Wanyun Wangqi with increasing depth~lightnovelpub.net~ and his spirit has gradually reached a strange level, and he can feel that the unmasked son of the Six Prison Demon Sect also has deep feelings for him. malicious.

Bai Xian'er smiled bitterly: "Yes, everyone on this list is the goal of the Holy Son, and someone is already looking for your whereabouts."

"Guess."

An Qisheng glanced at Bai Xian'er with a half-smile, and said leisurely:

"What I'm more curious about at this time is whether you were followed by someone carelessly this time, or are you trying to kill someone with grandpa's knife again?"

boom!

An Qisheng gently stepped on his feet, and the layers of ripples rippled like water waves.

The huge restaurant swayed suddenly, and the dust 'rustled down'.

And between the steps, the door of the room has suddenly opened!

The air roared, the dust scattered, and a pale blade light instantly illuminated the entire room!