From a humble farmer to a great martial arts master

Chapter 122, Save me!

Chapter 123, Save me!

We sat down in a tastefully decorated teahouse in a small town at the foot of the mountain and ordered three pots of tea.

Ren Qingshan asked the elderly tea server, "Did you notice the earthquake on the mountain just now?"

The tea master replied with a smile, "It did sway a couple of times, but it didn't have much of an impact. I thought I was just dizzy. I guess it's the autumn festival, and the mountain god came out for some fresh air."

Ren Qingshan then pressed him for details about the Mountain God.

He rambled on and on, like a storyteller.

Taking a sip of tea, Ren Qingshan ignored him and turned to Wei Bin with a flippant smile, saying, "Senior Brother Wei, how about we take some time to experience the brothels in town?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Tiankuo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he remained silent.

Feng Jianqin was also slightly surprised—you bastard! Your desires are so intense?

Upon hearing this, Wei Bin immediately nodded and stood up with great interest: "Since Junior Brother has said so, then of course I won't spoil the fun. Let's go!"

So Ren Qingshan and he went out, asked around on the street, and soon found a brothel in town.

After entering.

Looking at the ordinary, unremarkable women and old men in front of me.

The two exchanged a glance.

Hesitation flickered in Wei Bin's eyes. He took a deep breath, then gritted his teeth and said, "Since we're already here!"

Ren Qingshan's sharp Adam's apple bobbed, and he nodded silently.

Then a middle-aged woman took his arm and led him inside.

The door had just closed.

Ren Qingshan gently pinched the back of her neck, and quietly knocked her unconscious.

He let out a long sigh, leaned against the wall, and slid softly to the ground. The sweat that had been forcibly sealed by his true energy surged out, instantly soaking his clothes completely.

pain!

At this moment, I felt extremely unwell, with a headache accompanied by nausea and frequent vomiting, just like before I started practicing martial arts, when I was sickly and listless.

because:

In my mind, the Book of Earth was undergoing dramatic changes.

The 110,000 mu of land belonging to them, Renjia Village, Lujiazhuang, Huaiyin County, and Fengcheng Prefecture, are gradually illuminated in the geography book, like thousands of lights under the night sky, scattered like stars, emitting a faint glow.

The feeling was incredibly strange, like a map shrouded in mist, with 110,000 eyes sticking out of it.

The unit is mu (a Chinese unit of area), and one mu is a small grid.

The details of every acre of land could be clearly recalled in my mind.

monitor!

Full-map monitoring!

Ren Qingshan was in pain, but felt incredibly awesome.

Moreover, not only rice seedlings growing in the fields and farmers cultivating them, but also things buried underground, such as ores, tombs, lost items, and living creatures like earthworms, ants, and snakes, can all be examined.

The amount of information was so overwhelming that my brain felt like it was about to explode.

But that's not the point.

I'm aware of these situations; it's roughly equivalent to "upgrading" in the Earth Book. Once I've digested this information, the headache will naturally subside.

The key point is that the light spots belonging to the Shenxiao Mountains are also lit up and their outlines are revealed. They only occupy a small part on the Earth Book, but their brightness far exceeds that of ordinary farmland.

A shrill woman's voice emanated from the point of light, piercing straight into his mind like a curse from an evil spirit, which had been relentless since the beginning.

"Help me!"

"Help me!"

"Help me!"

Several possibilities arose in Ren Qingshan's mind:

First, it could be that the leader of the Divine Firmament Holy Sect, or some other important figure, was imprisoned and used that martial arts legend as a medium to plead for help.

Secondly, the martial arts legend itself possesses a spirit, is trapped, and is calling for help.

third----

He no longer had the mental energy to think of a third option.

Stop yelling!

I'm also very upset!

help me!

The summit of Shenxiao Peak.

The 1,095 white-robed Shenxiao disciples were all taken aback and filled with regret.

I just received notification that the martial arts exercise is being cancelled.

For this martial arts demonstration, all the elite disciples of the sect prepared for nearly a year, practicing the "Divine Firmament Heavenly Sword Formation".

Three hundred and sixty-five people form a group, with a large formation containing a middle formation, and a middle formation containing a small formation. The changes are extremely complex, and the combat power is astonishing. The original intention was to make a great show of themselves in front of other martial arts holy lands and the imperial government.

However, the sect leader ordered a temporary cancellation.

Although the disciples were puzzled, they dared not ask any further questions.

Everyone saw the earthquake just now; something terrible must have happened!

The guests present—Prefect Wu Shaoqin, other innate experts from Fengcheng Prefecture, family members of Shenxiao disciples, Wanjian Sect, and distinguished guests from the other three martial arts holy lands in Zhongzhou—were all quite astonished to have witnessed the entire Autumn Festival ceremony, including offering incense, reciting prayers, and making offerings, all within the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Some of them had fiery tempers and were even ready to start cursing.

I've come all this way to witness martial arts, and you're showing me this?

Are you burning paper money at your house?

What's so interesting about burning paper money?

"The ceremony is complete!"

"The Autumn Festival has officially ended!"

"Thank you for coming to witness the ceremony. Disciples, please escort our distinguished guests down the mountain along the same route."

After completing the formalities, Mu Xuanyang glanced at the crowd and called out with a calm expression.

He knew, of course, that this was inappropriate, turning what should have been a grand and solemn autumn festival into a joke.

However, under the shadow of that martial arts legend, we cannot afford any mishaps at the moment.

The sect leader is still guarding Shenxiao Cave.

After the process is completed, all the elders of the sect above the Innate Realm level must rush to Shenxiao Cave to deal with a possible major battle.

There may be helpful guests, but it is impossible to distinguish them. In this urgent situation, we have no choice but to make a sweeping decision and ask them all to come down the mountain.

Wu Shaoqin remained calm and asked Li Qiushuang, the Shenxiao Elder beside him, "Qiushuang, is there anything I can do for you?"

Something must have happened to Shenxiao.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been so embarrassed and rushed.

Li Qiushuang, who looked to be around forty years old, was a refined and elegant Taoist nun. She shook her head slightly and said, "Go down the mountain. Today is a matter for Shenxiao, and it has nothing to do with you."

Wu Shaoqin's face trembled slightly. Looking at her cold expression, he sighed softly, nodded silently, and turned to leave.

There was some commotion on the field, with some people shouting questions and even making sarcastic remarks.

They were all taken away by the Shenxiao Sect members, either with words of comfort or by force.

After all, it was a sacred place of martial arts. Even though some guests, relying on their status, wanted to vent their anger or even wait to see the show, they all held back for the time being, seeing Shenxiao's resolute will, and did not become the first to stick their necks out.

"poison!"

"poisonous!"

"Ah! I've been poisoned!"

A scream suddenly rang out, and a guest clutched his stomach, went limp, and was covered in beads of sweat the size of soybeans, in excruciating pain.

Upon seeing this, almost everyone on the field had a drastic change in expression.

Mu Xuanyang had been watching the guests leave. Upon hearing this, his expression changed drastically, and he flew over to take the pulse and examine him.

But the man's face was already blue and purple, and he was no longer breathing.

Even his body began to swell, and his head swelled up like a pig's head in a very short time.

"You treacherous scoundrel from Shenxiao!"

"They actually poisoned us!"

Immediately, some martial artists reacted too aggressively and took the lead in attacking the Shenxiao disciples.

Some of the Shenxiao disciples also drew their swords to fight.

Then came the servants who followed, whose faction was unknown. Taking advantage of the chaos, they threw out "smoke pellets," and the smoky, fiery smell mixed with a foul stench, turning the vast Shenxiao Square into complete chaos.

Whether to flee, to protect oneself, to kill, to be killed, to maintain order, or to take the opportunity to cause chaos —

"Which legendary martial arts master is it?!"

"Please show yourself!"

"Hiding one's head and tail like this, one is truly no hero!"

Mu Xuanyang circulated his inner energy and used his lung technique, his powerful voice resounding throughout the entire square. At this point, he had no choice but to reveal the truth.

only----

He asked repeatedly, but still received no response.

The chaos on the field intensified.

"The Divine Dragon Cult!"

"They're from the Divine Dragon Cult!"

A Shenxiao disciple had just killed someone when a thought struck him. He pulled down the pants to check and immediately discovered the tattoo. He shouted loudly.

Suddenly, from the shadows, a deadly nail struck him between the eyebrows, and he fell to the ground dead.

"All my righteous friends, come to my side!"

"Divine Firmament disciples, heed my command! Form a small array! Any deviation will result in immediate execution!"

Mu Xuanyang's eyes were anxious as he held his long sword and shouted an order: "There are still members of the Divine Dragon Sect infiltrated into the arena!"

Upon hearing his words, the Shenxiao disciples on the field quickly formed a battle formation, dividing the battlefield into small groups, which made the situation on the field much clearer.

Many renowned innate martial artists from the righteous path gathered around Mu Xuanyang. Although they remained vigilant, at least a basic order had been established.

However, not long after—

Another Shenxiao disciple shouted, "The Devouring Demon Sect! It's the Devouring Demon Sect! My true energy has been sucked away!"

"There's a mole among us!"

"There's a traitor among our disciples!"

"Master, save me!"

The disciple's shoulder was grabbed by another disciple dressed in the Divine Firmament robes. His whole body convulsed as if being electrocuted, clearly a reaction to his true energy being frantically drained away. He screamed in agony.

Other Shenxiao disciples attacked the enemy.

The two innate elders also rushed over quickly.

But then dozens of martial artists dressed as disciples of the Divine Firmament Sect threw the porcelain bottles they were carrying onto the ground and shattered them with their true energy.

Poisonous smoke immediately billowed out.

People scattered and dodged.

Chaos returns.

Mu Xuanyang looked at these things with eyes wide with rage.

There were at most a hundred people who took the opportunity to cause trouble on the field!

However, these hundred people, well-trained and cunning, completely disrupted the ranks of thousands!

"Elder Shenxiao!"

"Come with me!"

"Protect Shenxiao Cave!"

His heart was bleeding, yet he could still distinguish between what was important and what was not.

The situation on the field is completely out of control; protecting Shenxiao Cave is the top priority!

He left the crowd and sped towards the main hall.

The seven innate elders immediately followed.

Some innate martial artists on the field, after assessing the situation, secretly followed—a martial arts legend!

The golden body of the Divine Firmament Holy Sect has already revealed a crack!

Perhaps, amidst the chaos, some opportunity might arise?