After entering the Middle Earth, River Styx did not go straight to West Kunlun, nor did he stop when he passed by Qixia Mountain in Jinling. The former was because the opportunity had not arrived and it was not good to alert the enemy. The latter was because he was now using the identity of River Styx and it was not good to meet old friends. It was better to go to Qixia Officer when the deity came. At this time, fate was flourishing in Liaodong. According to Chen Ang's calculations, his three disciples were all at the front line of Guanning to take charge of the resistance.
The second disciple, Yang Da, was entangled with tribulations. His fate had reached its lowest point and he had encountered a death tribulation.
Chen Ang could be considered a tribulation in his life. Before he could pass this tribulation, he was betrayed by the traitors and died tragically. That was why there were only two of the Three Elites of Qilu and Qilu left.
Although the tribulation had changed due to Chen Ang's intervention and the slim chance of survival had increased, it was still extremely dangerous. According to Chen Ang's calculations, it was probably related to the deaths of Longfei and Mao Tai. With their current mana, even the unorthodox path could not do anything to them. However, they had not received the teachings of Chen Ang. It was still dangerous to encounter the unorthodox demons of the Rogue Immortal level.
He went straight to Liaodong. Along the way, he met fellow Daoists who were passing by. He lifted the blood cloud and flew past.
He did not look like a good person no matter how one looked at him. Along the way, he startled many cultivators. Fortunately, his flying light was so fast that others could only see a clue before he passed by. Even if they chased after him, they would not be able to catch up to him in time.
Beijing of the Great Ming Dynasty used to be the capital of the previous dynasty. The founding emperor of the current dynasty despised it for being remote and desolate. Originally, the capital was located in Jinling. This was the reason why the ancient capital of Jinling was still called Ying Tian City. However, later on, among the sons of the founding emperor of the Great Ming Dynasty, there was an extremely outstanding character who did not inherit the throne. Later on, there was internal strife and his nephew, the Emperor, was ousted from the throne and was called Emperor Cheng Zu.
When Emperor Chengzu looked at Jinling again, he felt that it was too prosperous. As the saying goes, a gentle village is the grave of a hero. It was not good for the country, so he moved the capital here.
"My Great Meng civil officials love money, and military officials fear death. It's only been a mere two hundred years. Even the ferocious spirit of the people in the capital of the Northern Borderline can't stop them from abandoning Meng. That Emperor Chengzu really had foresight. If they were still in that beautiful land of Jinling, I'm afraid they would have crippled those bureaucrats a hundred years ago! " Minghe pressed the conveyance light to the left of Beijing. He was still dressed as a young man in black clothes. He sighed with emotion as he looked at the majestic country.
"The capital city is at the northern border, using the power of the entire country to suppress a small Nüzhen clan, allowing them to grow. The imperial court's cultural relics, the entire nation's bureaucrats, even the so-called scholars and scholars, the Donglin eunuchs' clique, they are all worms that eat away at the country. "
"Since the Pre-Qin Dynasty, scholars have been the backbone of the Han people. They write with passion and vigor. Only during the Ming and Song Dynasties, the scholars' backbone has been castrated. Their blood and Qi have lost their vigor. They actually play with their feet and have deformed aesthetics as pride. It's really Confucianism that harmed people. They are a group of hopeless worms. Although their flesh and blood are still there, their spirit is dead. These Confucians are like the ghosts of the true Confucians, rotten and rotten things!"
He did not use his mana to cover his words. He stood near the city gate, so many people heard him. A group of ordinary people at the city gate had seen all kinds of people, so they did not want to meddle in other people's business. Only a few scholars were angry. They poked their heads out from both sides to see who dared to speak like this. Some people wanted to stand out and scold him, but they were secretly stopped by their friends beside them.
Although in this world supernatural power had not been revealed, but the cultivators often walked in the human world, there were also many legends about the swordsman, the Wulin swordsman and the like. Chen Ang's youthful Taoist attire was exactly two of the most difficult characters to deal with in the Jianghu: beggar, Taoist, monk, old woman and child.
The guards at the city gate pretended not to hear him. Among these Confucians, there were many smart people. They did not want to cause trouble.
Only one merchant from Jin heard this. His eyes lit up. He was sure that the person who dared to say such words must have some skills. He looked at River Styx's attire, which was simple and unadorned. He had traveled all over the world and even traveled overseas to do business. Therefore, he had some discerning eyes. He recognized that this was made from the rare shark caltrop. He was even more certain that River Styx was not an ordinary person.
Therefore, he rushed over and said loudly, "Well said, Daoist! You hit the problem of the Ming Dynasty and your knowledge is extraordinary. I am Qiao Si, a merchant from Zhangjiakou. I admire Daoist's extraordinary bones. You are a noble and elegant person. I have come to invite you! I wonder if Daoist would honor me with your presence. "
If Chen Ang was here, he would have said a few words to him out of respect. However, Minghe knew that this person had a lot of distracting thoughts and was full of demonic thoughts. If not for the many Skyscraping Demons on the Picture of Gods and Demons who sensed the sentient beings of the Great Ming Dynasty and learned some interesting things from this person's consciousness when they were sharpening themselves among the distracting thoughts of the mortal world, the few feet around him would be a natural moat. Even if he spent hundreds of years, he would not be able to take one step closer to Minghe.
Minghe glanced coldly at Qiao Si and left, not bothering to pay any attention to him.
Qiao Si was speechless. He thought that even if the Daoist boy did not like him, he should not have been so rude. However, he did not expect that Chen Ang would not give him any face. The servants around him were furious. The Qiao family was a local tyrant in Zhangjiakou. Even in the capital city, they did not think that anyone would not give them face. If not for the fact that the Qiao family had offended a powerful enemy, they would have taught the young man a lesson.
Qiao Si was initially furious. However, he was an expert in business. After he calmed down, he felt that Chen Ang was not an ordinary person. If he did not have great abilities, how could he have such a big temper? Those who were successful in business in the Ming Dynasty would always look down on their juniors. Instead, they felt that this was just a test and quickly followed him.
Chen Ang took a step forward. It looked slow, but his servants could only catch up with his shadow.
Before Chen Ang entered the city, he walked along the trade route. The road was rugged and remote. Although Qiao Si had ventured overseas when he was young, he had lived in wealth for a long time. Although his body was weak, his foundation was still there. Although he had lost half his life, he did not fall behind. He knew that his family was in trouble and this young man was a life-saving straw. Hence, he gritted his teeth and used all his strength. Even though Chen Ang was nowhere to be seen, he still managed to survive.
It was only when his legs were trembling that he saw a dilapidated temple in the distance. He was overjoyed and used his last bit of determination to follow.
When he entered the temple, he saw that Chen Ang had already cleaned up the altar and was meditating on it. Qiao Si did not dare to disturb him. Moreover, he was certain that Chen Ang was the person he was looking for. He immediately led his servants to kneel below the altar. He was very strict with his family. The group of people knelt from afternoon to dusk and then to night. Six to eight hours had passed and there was not a single sound.
Even though the small temple was disturbed by insects and the sky was dark, they did not move. It was a sign of great perseverance.
Chen Ang's Primordial Spirit returned from Ningyuan. When he saw them still kneeling, he could not help but sigh. Although these merchants brought disaster to the country and people and were evil, they had great perseverance and willpower. They might be lacking in moral integrity, but they were not lacking in moral integrity. He pointed at his head and a silver light was released, illuminating the small temple. He said to Qiao Si, "Speak! What do you want from me? "
Qiao Si kowtowed to the ground, ignoring his sore and swollen legs and blocked blood vessels. He said urgently, "Immortal, please save my family! Our Qiao family is a wealthy family in Jin. We have done many good deeds and the imperial court has rewarded us. However, because of our family business, we have offended a heretical demon. Seeing that our family is about to be harmed by him, we beg for your help! "
As he spoke of his sorrow, tears flowed down his face and he looked pitiful.
Chen Ang was now in the form of River Styx, so he was the most rebellious. He sneered, "What does your family's good background have to do with me? Why should I save you? "From his tone, it was clear that he was an eccentric demon.
However, when Qiao Si heard this, he felt at ease. He felt that this was better. If he met a righteous immortal, it would be difficult to deceive him. One must know that he would not be able to gain any advantage. The Qiao family was not a benevolent family. Instead, they had done many evil deeds. If they met a righteous cultivator, it was hard to say who would be the one to punish.
He immediately made a promise, "If Taoist Priest can save us once, the Qiao family has a lot of wealth. Even if I have to sacrifice my family, I'm willing. As long as my family is safe, it's fine!"
Qiao Si saw that Chen Ang's expression had softened. He had not figured out the true nature of this immortal, so he did not explain how they became enemies. He only said that the enemy was a martial arts tycoon in the northwest. His surname was Wang. He was originally a playboy who was neither good at literature nor martial arts. Two years ago, when he went to the south with his uncle, he learned a set of demonic Daoist techniques and practiced martial arts.
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