Chapter 662 What a big tone!

Although Yang Zhengshan casually threw the small token, its power is far beyond that of ordinary arrows, even the crossbow arrows shot from the crossbow are far inferior.

The three warriors in front did not block the rapidly shot token, and the last half-step innate warrior actually blocked the middle-aged man and chopped it down with his sword.

Unfortunately, he also misjudged the speed of the token. Before his sword fell, the token had already arrived.

Puff.

The small token directly pierced his abdomen and then fell in front of the middle-aged man's feet.

The blood-stained token still shone brightly under the sunlight, and it was more gorgeous against the background of blood.

The token was inserted into the bluestone masonry ground, one inch into the stone, the two characters Jing'an were exposed outside, and the character Hou had been inserted into the bluestone.

The middle-aged man stood there, looking at the two characters Jing'an on the token with an uncertain expression.

A shrill scream sounded, and the half-step innate warrior who was blocking in front collapsed to the ground.

On the terrace of the ship, Yang Zhengshan stroked his beard with a sneer on his face.

You deserve it!

I didn't mean to shoot anyone, why did you block me?

And even if I wanted to shoot someone, could you block me?

No matter how noble the people in the Xinjiang Prince's Mansion are, they are just ordinary people in front of him.

If you are not in the innate realm, you are not worthy of his special look.

Therefore, Yang Zhengshan did not want to kill anyone, he just wanted to report his identity.

Since the other party asked, he naturally could not hide it.

"I am Yang Zhengshan. If you dare to block my way next time, even if Xinjiang Prince is here, I will slap him twice!"

"If you don't accept it, you can catch up with me at any time and find trouble with me!"

Yang Zhengshan said slowly, his voice was obviously not loud, but it spread across the river surface of a hundred feet wide and spread far and wide.

The middle-aged man on the dock heard the words and his face changed again.

He looked up at the ship going farther and farther away, his eyes full of resentment, but in the end he did nothing.

Yang Zhengshan!

Few people in Darong know this name now.

Twenty years ago, Yang Zhengshan was famous all over the world, and all people and forces with some strength had heard of his name.

But now, if no one mentions him, most people would probably forget about Yang Zhengshan.

However, the middle-aged man in front of him had obviously heard of Yang Zhengshan's name.

In fact, Yang Zhengshan didn't know that the middle-aged man in front of him had met him once before. He was the third son of the Xinjiang County Prince's Mansion.

When Tenglongwei just started to develop maritime trade, Yang Zhengshan came to Songhe Mansion. At that time, someone tried to assassinate Lu Zhengsu, the deputy censor of Jiangnan. Yang Zhengshan and the third son drank tea in a teahouse together.

Later, because of the assassination, a group of yamen runners rushed into the teahouse to search for the assassin.

The third son in front of him brought a group of dandies to beat up the yamen runners.

It's just that at that time, the third son was still a young man with red lips and white teeth, but now he is a middle-aged uncle with a big belly.

Yang Zhengshan had forgotten about this a long time ago, and even after the ship sailed away, he had forgotten about this middle-aged man.

"Yungui's rebel king is about to attack Jiangnan, but the royal relatives in Jiangnan are still swaggering around. I don't know what they think!" Yu Qingyi looked at the sparkling river and shook her head slightly.

Yang Zhengshan chuckled, "You also said it was the rebel king, so Chen Hengchang is also a royal family! If he conquers Jiangnan, what do you think he will do to the Xinjiang County Prince's Mansion?"

"This~~" Yu Qingyi thought, "Do you mean that Chen Hengchang will also treat the Xinjiang County Prince's Mansion well?"

Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly.

"That's for sure. As long as Chen Hengchang is not stupid, he will win over the Prince's Mansion of Xinjiang, because only in this way can he stabilize the situation in Jiangnan as soon as possible!"

"And the Prince's Mansion of Xinjiang also knows this, so they are not afraid of Chen Hengchang's attack on Jiangnan!"

"Maybe they have already colluded with Chen Hengchang."

Jiangnan not only has countless wealth, but also many martial arts masters.

Whoever controls Jiangnan can obtain countless wealth and a large number of warriors.

And with the wealth and warriors of Jiangnan, Chen Hengchang is qualified to dominate the world.

However, it is not easy for him to control Jiangnan, and these powerful and wealthy families in Jiangnan are not fish to be slaughtered.

So once Chen Hengchang occupies Jiangnan, he must be mainly recruited and try to win over the powerful and wealthy families in Jiangnan.

"No wonder they are not worried at all!" Yu Qingyi said suddenly.

Yang Zhengshan stretched his waist lazily, "Haha, there are times when they worry!"

Chen Hengchang will choose to win over the powerful and wealthy families in Jiangnan, but the Yang family will not.

Once the Yang family seizes the world, they will definitely clean up Jiangnan first.

No matter how powerful and wealthy, or what aristocratic families are, they must be uprooted.

If Yang Zhengshan follows his will, Jiangnan will be slaughtered.

He has always been a man who never talks nonsense when he can use a knife, and never engages in any conspiracy when he can solve the problem with force.

Solving problems with force does seem rough, but it is also the simplest and fastest way.

Power comes from the barrel of a gun!

Yang Zhengshan always believes that as long as his gun is strong enough, all problems are not problems.

…

Daogong Mountain, Wuzhen Daogong.

A thin cloud covers the mountain peak, and the heavy fog wanders between the palaces and pavilions, making the entire Daogong look like a fairyland.

A cliff, a green pine tree, and a stone table. Yang Zhengshan and Xuanzhen leaned casually on the stone bench, drinking tea while looking at the ethereal clouds and mist.

Xuan Zhen looks much older than before, and his hair that had a few black hair has now turned silver.

However, he was still in good condition, with a rosy face and clear eyes. There were only a few light wrinkles on his clean face, a childish face, and a fairy-like appearance. He should be like this.

Calculate his age, Xuan Zhen is almost 150 years old. He is only a few years younger than Zhangye, but Zhangye passed away more than ten years ago, and he seems to be able to live for a long time.

This is normal. The lifespan of a congenital warrior is around 150 years old, so this is very talked about.

Generally speaking, the lifespan of a congenital warrior will not exceed 150 years, but there are many special circumstances, such as some exercises that can prolong life, and some precious medicines, spiritual fruits, and spiritual pills all have the effect of prolonging life.

The exercises of Wuzhen Dao Palace should have the effect of prolonging life, perhaps similar to the Yi Wood Changchun exercise practiced by Yang Zhengshan.

The two of them sat together and didn't talk about the general trend of the world, let alone the imperial and powerful men. They naturally talked about martial arts.

Xuan Zhen looked up and down at Yang Zhengshan, "To be honest, your cultivation is very surprised by me!"

"Is that right?" Yang Zhengshan looked at himself, "What's wrong?"

Xuan Zhen leaned half on the stone bench and laughed, "How are we gesturing?"

"Ah! How do you gesture?" Yang Zhengshan said.

Xuan Zhen didn't say much, and took a deep breath and spit out the cliff. In an instant, the lingering clouds were swept up by the strong wind, swaying and flying, and the misty clouds were instantly cleared hundreds of feet.

Yang Zhengshan looked at this scene in silence.

Well, this is really a big tone!

"Please!" Xuan Zhen looked at Yang Zhengshan with a smile.

Yang Zhengshan thought about something. As he expected, Xuan Zhen had already entered the Tao and had a deep understanding of the Taoist meaning of the wind attribute.

It seemed that he just blew a simple breath just now, but in fact he was winding out of thin air, and the wind blew and clouds surging.

Yang Zhengshan still remembers that when he attacked Xingyue Gate, Xuan Zhen could only borrow the wind, but now he can produce wind and control the wind. This entry is not an ordinary big step.

Of course, what Xuan Zhen just showed was not just the wind that was created out of thin air, the key was the surging wind.

He looked at the rolled clouds and mist, like mountains and mountains. It was clearly vague clouds and mists, but they were shaped into a stable mountain.

This means that Xuan Zhen’s control over his own Taoist will has reached a very subtle level.

The subtleties show the mystery!

Unfortunately, Yang Zhengshan has different meanings of Taoism from him.

Yang Zhengshan slowly raised his hand and waved it forward.

Click ~

The thunder sound exploded, and the dazzling lightning instantly split the lingering clouds and mist.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Xuan Zhen's eyes shone brightly when he looked at it.

"Interesting, interesting, hahaha, as I expected, your understanding of Daoyi is still above me!"

Yang Zhengshan shook his head slightly, "I am still not as good as my seniors. Thunder and tyrannical, far less gentle than the fine wind!"

"That's just a difference in Taoism." Xuan Zhen said.

Xuanzhen’s Taoist intention is reflected in the subtleties, while Yang Zhengshan’s thunder Taoist intention is mainly cruel. Xuanzhen pursues the subtle control of Taoist intention, and Yang Zhengshan has always been pursuing the powerful power of thunder.

The two people's Taoist intentions are not only different attributes, but also different in directions.

It’s not that thunder must be violent, thunder can also develop in subtle ways, but Yang Zhengshan has not carefully considered the subtleties of thunder.

"Senior, please give me some advice?" Yu Qingyi, who was standing not far away, couldn't help but interrupt.

"Oh!" Xuan Zhen was stunned and looked at Yu Qingyi in surprise.

Yu Qingyi didn't explain much, and put his hands together. In an instant, a green vine grew from her palm. The vine became thicker and longer, extending beyond the cliff, but the effort of breathing, The thick vines turned into an arch bridge of hundreds of feet and laid on the mountains transformed by clouds.

This move made Xuan Zhen confused.

He couldn't help but get up from the ground, ran to the vine, and poked the vine with his hand.

"Is this the Qinglong Vine? Is it true?"

Yu Qingyi's mouth curled slightly and she smiled and said, "It can be true or fake!"

"But if it becomes true, it will hang under the cliff!"

Xuanzhen said, "Please ask Mrs. Yu to turn it into reality!"

Yu Qingyi didn't refuse either. She waved her hand and the vine immediately fell to the ground, but she still held a vine.

Immediately afterwards, the vines took root on the cliffs at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The crackling sound made, and the hard rocks cracked under the growth of the rhizomes.

The vines that were originally like arch bridges slowly attached to the cliffs and took root and grew. In a moment, the thick vines became a vine attached to the cliffs, no different from the vines that grew naturally.

"This~~" Xuan Zhen was stunned.

Is this still martial arts to control plant growth? Shouldn’t it be an immortal method?

Well, there is nothing wrong with saying it is an immortal method.

If one has reached the level of Taoist intention, it is no longer the martial arts of war, but the martial arts of heaven and earth, the martial arts of mind, and the martial arts of thoughts.

Whether it is wind, thunder, or plant growth, it is the evolution of the natural evolution of the world.

Therefore, the fighting methods of innate warriors at the level of Taoism have become diverse and wonderful.

The principle of the vines that Yu Qingyi transformed into is to use her own unique innate true qi to catalyze seeds. That's right, she just put her hands together, and there was a seed of the Qinglong vine in her palms.

If the growing Qinglong vine does not take root, it is fake. As long as Yu Qingyi stops sending true qi, the Qinglong vine will disappear.

If Yu Qingyi maintains the true qi transmission to let the Qinglong vine take root and sprout, then this Qinglong vine is real, just like the naturally grown Qinglong vine.

Although Xuanzhen has entered the Tao, he has never seen such a magical ability.

Yang Zhengshan's thunder is not strange in his eyes, but Yu Qingyi's ability opened his eyes.

"Mrs. Yu's method is really magical!" Xuanzhen studied it for a long time and couldn't help but admire it.

Yu Qingyi's method is indeed magical, but this method does not increase the combat much. The vine seems to grow very fast, but for the innate warrior, it has no attack power at all.

Some slender grass vines can be controlled and used as ropes.

Because the vines grow faster, but they are also more fragile.

So although Yu Qingyi's method is magical, it is not very useful in battle.

Of course, this may be because Yu Qingyi is still too weak now. When her cultivation is further improved, she may have different performances.

Then the three of them exchanged and verified the Daoyi. Yang Zhengshan and Yu Qingyi stayed on the top of the mountain for three days, and communicated with Xuanzhen for three days.

In these three days, the three of them gained something.

Although the Daoyi attributes cultivated by the three people are different, there are always some commonalities, and there are many places that can be verified with each other.

When Yang Zhengshan and Yu Qingyi left Daogong Mountain, Wuzhen Daogong had announced that it would close the mountain gate and stay away from the world for ten years.

In fact, Yang Zhengshan wanted to win over Xuanzhen, but this old guy had a weird temper. Not only did he not like those messy things, but he hated being forced.

When Zhangye was still there, he could suppress him a little, but Zhangye had passed away long ago, and there was no one in the world who could force him anymore.

Zhangye was able to suppress him a little, not because Zhangye was stronger than him, but because Zhangye had helped him a lot.

What he feared was not Zhangye's cultivation and strength, but the favor he owed Zhangye.

Yang Zhengshan thought that his strength and cultivation were stronger than his, but he could not force Xuanzhen to do anything. Once he forced it, this old man might turn against him.

After leaving Daogong Mountain, Yang Zhengshan and Yu Qingyi rode towards Kyoto.

Yang Zhengshan planned to meet Liang Chu and ask Liang Chu what his plan was.

And just when he left Daogong Mountain, Chen Hengchang's army had already entered Jiangnan.

As Yang Zhengshan expected, Chen Hengchang's rebels did not encounter too strong resistance after entering Jiangnan. The nobles and nobles they met along the way just stayed at home and did not stop the rebels from attacking cities and plundering land.

At the same time, the King of Daliang in Hanzhong Prefecture also began to expand, but he did not continue to expand towards Kyoto, but instead attacked the prefectures and counties in Longnan to the north.

The drought in the three provinces of Longyuan has ended. Last year, the three provinces of Longyuan were relatively prosperous.

The natural disaster ended, and the refugees finally got a chance to recuperate. However, after three years of drought and the scourge of war and bandits, the population of the three provinces of Longyuan dropped by 70%.

The three provinces of Longyuan, which were originally densely populated, are now sparsely populated.

However, there are also advantages to sparsely populated areas. As long as they can occupy them, the people can reproduce and pay taxes in just one year.

King Daliang saw this point, so he began to capture the land of Longnan.