Chapter 41 Something is wrong on this mountain Inside the Divine Eagle Guard's Forbidden Army Camp. The middle-aged scholar was lying on the couch on his side, supporting his head with one hand and holding a book in the other hand, reading it carefully. In front, a young man was kneeling on the ground with his head bowed to the ground, not daring to raise his head. Blood seeped out along the ground. After a long time, the middle-aged scholar said indifferently: "What does your majesty say?" The young man raised his head and it turned out to be Qi Daojie, the son of the Qi family. However, he was very different from before. At this time, he was wearing coarse cloth, his hair was disheveled, and his face was covered with dust. "Your Majesty has ordered me to enter the Western Frontier Death Camp. I can only leave the camp after I have achieved 100,000 merits." "Since the emperor's order has been issued, then go ahead. Why do you come to me?" The middle-aged scholar spoke in a flat tone, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him. Qi Daojie looked ashen. With one hundred thousand merits, he could be promoted to a third-rank general and lead an army of one hundred thousand.
Killing one enemy counts as one merit, killing a low-level Zhenwu soldier counts as ten merits, and killing a mid-level Zhenwu soldier counts as a hundred merits. Although there are occasional frictions in the border areas now, how long will it take to accumulate a hundred thousand merits? He came here to ask for help. If his master could speak, he believed that His Majesty would give him some face. But when he heard his master's words, he couldn't even utter the words of asking for help. His master, Qin Wuya, was a sword saint of his generation. He had a clear mind for swordsmanship and was just like his sword. Once he struck the sword, he would never regret it. Now that he had said this, he would definitely not change his mind because of him. Qi Daojie knelt on the ground again, and said with tears in his eyes: "I have caused a great disaster, which has caused Master to come out of seclusion to make up for my mistakes. I cannot escape the blame even if I die. I am going to the border now, and I don't know when I can return. I will not be able to serve you in the future to repay your kindness, so I came to say goodbye to you before I leave. Please take care of yourself and don't worry about me." Qin Wuya said calmly: "Go ahead." Qi Daojie kowtowed three times and walked out of the tent in a daze. When he came outside the tent, he looked up at Beiquan Mountain. He could never have imagined that he, a disciple of the master with a bright future and even the hope of becoming the master in the future, would end up like this because of this incident. All the hatred in his heart was directed at Gu Yuanqing. The sad thing is that the other party is living well in the mountains, with a master protecting him behind him. And he was deprived of all his frontier duties, and his master had to stay at the foot of the mountain for the other party and deal with the consequences of what he had done. "Master Qi, let's go." A group of soldiers came forward, carrying shackles, chains and fetters. Qi Daojie took a deep breath and stretched his hands forward with both hands clasped together. After Qi Daojie walked away, the middle-aged scholar walked out of the door, put his hands behind his back, looked in the direction of his apprentice, his face calm, and no one knew what he was thinking. But suddenly, he turned his head and looked to the east, with a gleam in his eyes. "Is it finally here?" He stretched out his hand towards the tent, and his true energy rolled up the long sword in the camp and flew into his hand. In an instant, the aura of a scholar on his body faded away, and a sword intent soared into the sky. All the soldiers around them had their heartbeats skipped a beat, the powerful aura suppressing them to the point where they couldn't breathe. Qin Wuya leaped up and glided dozens of feet in the air like a big bird, then lightly touched the treetops and flew away again. "Is this the Grandmaster?" Zhang Zhuo murmured to himself. At that moment just now, he felt that all his energy and consciousness had solidified and he couldn't even move.
At the same time, around Beiquan Mountain, all the high-level Zhenwu cultivators looked up and then looked in the direction of Hongyan Mountain, where countless birds were startled. Then the nearby birds also flew up. Countless beasts in the mountains seemed to sense their natural enemies and fled. An old man in hemp clothes put down the wine jug in his hand, stood up, smiled and said: "Grandmaster, you are finally here." The other monks reacted a little slower, but the inexplicable palpitations made their heartbeats accelerate. When they saw the birds flying in the sky and the wild beasts fleeing, they knew what must have happened. "Grandmaster, a grandmaster is about to take action!" someone shouted, his tone filled with excitement. "Let's go and take a look. This grandmaster battle only happens once every few decades. Don't miss it!" Countless people from the martial arts world headed towards Dangyan Mountain. In Beiquan Mountain, Gu Yuanqing was awakened from his practice. The aura he brought was far beyond his ninth-level Zhenwu peak, so the identity of the visitor was self-evident. "Is it finally here?" Gu Yuanqing raised his hand, and the Kunwu sword in the house flew into his hand. He leaped into the air, crossed the courtyard wall, and arrived at the viewing pavilion in a few steps. Among the two old servants, the old man also noticed something strange, and he gestured to Feng Tao. The middle-aged woman looked at him blankly for a long time before she finally came to her senses. She nodded repeatedly, indicating that she would not leave the house. The two old men on the top of the Hongyan Mountain Waterfall had already jumped down from the mountain. The short old man went to greet Qin Wuya, while the other went straight to Beiquan Mountain. Qin Wuya had already seen the two of them. His expression slightly condensed, and he moved his body to chase after the old man who was heading to Beiquan. "Qin Wuya, your opponent is me!" The short old man laughed, with the heavy sword on his back in his hand, and with the momentum of jumping down from the mountain, he slashed towards Qin Wuya in the air. Heaven and man fought against each other, and vital energy gathered. The sword directly extended twenty feet, locking the energy and covering the area ten feet in front of Qin Wuya. The flowers, plants and trees in the area fell down one after another, and the entire ground seemed to sink a little at that moment. Qin Wuya stopped suddenly. "Tianshamen Sword Demon Chu Wusheng!" "Haha, I didn't expect you still remember me!" The short old man retracted his sword and fell lightly to the ground, as if the powerful sword before was just an illusion. This is the Grandmaster, whose skills and abilities have reached perfection! "Instead of living a good life in Tianshamen, you trespassed into the forbidden area of Daqian. It seems that you have really had enough of living." Qin Wuya said in a cold tone. Chu Wusheng was about to reply with a smile, but suddenly he turned his head and looked in the direction of Beiquan Mountain and shouted, "Jiang Tuozi, what are you doing? I'm stopping Qin Wuya for you, why don't you go up the mountain?" The hunchbacked old man stopped at the edge of Beiquan Mountain, looked up at the mountain with an uncertain expression. The master was able to sense the heavens and on a whim, just when he was about to rush up to Beiquan Mountain, his heart skipped a beat, as if he would be in dire straits as soon as he stepped into it! He turned his head to look at Chu Wusheng and said in a hoarse voice: "Something is wrong on this mountain. If I go up there, I might die!" Chu Wusheng was furious: "You old thing, if you are afraid of death, why did you send me a message?" Qin Wuya also recognized another person, Jiang Hongguang, the Tianzhu old man from Xinghai Valley. This old guy is still alive? These two are both masters of the previous generation. Their names have not been heard for decades. It is said that they have passed the two hundred year limit, but unexpectedly they appeared here today.
Jiang Hongguang looked solemn, and shook his head, "It's different. Even when I faced Mu Shengxue last time, I never felt this way." "What?" Chu Wusheng's expression also changed. Mu Shengxue, the number one person in the Daqian Dynasty fifty years ago, the leader of the Blood Shadow Sect, was only half a step away from becoming a grandmaster. At that time, the imperial court and the sects gathered nine great masters and worked together to besiege Blood Shadow Island, just to kill Mu Shengxue. The last time the two sides worked so closely together was two hundred years ago when they wiped out the Red Dragon Cult! (End of this chapter)