Li Qingshan finally understood why Oxen didn't like the shining knife, and even disdained the Flying Dragon Sword, which was regarded as a godly weapon by ordinary people. Compared with real spiritual weapons, they were indeed inferior.
If Xiong Xiangwu used this spiritual weapon, he would be the one who died here today. However, ordinary martial artists would not be able to see the spiritual light. The antique calligraphy and paintings here were not collected by Xiong Xiangwu, that uncouth man. Instead, it was the Second Boss who was dressed like a scholar. He could see that this calligraphy was somewhat extraordinary, but he could not tell what was so extraordinary about it.
Even if he could see it, ordinary martial artists couldn't use spiritual weapons with their internal energy. Xiong Xiangwu had to bite his tongue and use his blood to activate the magic charms. Once this scroll was rolled up, it didn't show any light, which benefited Li Qingshan.
Oxen said, "It seems that this spiritual weapon is not complete, but only a part."
Li Qingshan took a look. Indeed, many strokes were broken at the edge of the paper, as if they were cut by someone.
Oxen had a good eye. "This spiritual weapon doesn't seem to be made on purpose, but more like it was drawn randomly. The sword Qi and sword momentum were integrated into the tip of the brush to stimulate the sword Qi. If you want to, you might be able to learn a sword art from it. Also, once a spiritual weapon is cut, it will be destroyed. The person who wrote this calligraphy is really something. "
Li Qingshan knew Oxen's temperament very well. He was always arrogant, so saying "something" was already a great comment. Li Qingshan looked at the calligraphy more carefully, trying to learn a sword art from it.
He thought that since Shi Potian, as an illiterate, could understand the Ode to the Gallant, which even the martial artists couldn't understand, he, as a semi-illiterate, should have some advantage. However, he couldn't find anything. The more he looked, the more he felt it was powerful, so he had to give up.
Little Ann stared at the scroll, and the bloody flame flickered. Suddenly, he picked up a scroll on the ground and waved it in the air. A gust of wind rose in the treasury, and the scroll brought up a series of afterimages, making whooshing sounds in the air. It was as if the scroll in Little Ann's hand was not a scroll, but a real sword.
The little skeleton holding the scroll and waving it around should've been strange and amusing, but in Li Qingshan's eyes, he could faintly see an elegant swordsman waving his sword around. He couldn't help but murmur, "Fairy tales are all lies."
What do you mean by an illiterate learning martial arts faster? It's all nonsense!
Oxen glanced at Li Qingshan and clicked his tongue. "Comprehension!"
Li Qingshan didn't think that his comprehension was bad. He had made rapid progress in the Ox Demon's Fist of Great Strength, and had even been praised by Oxen. If it wasn't a problem with him, then it could only be said that Little Ann's comprehension was really too high. Of course, it might also be because he knew calligraphy.
After Little Ann finished the last move, he resolutely put away his sword. The scroll broke into pieces and turned to dust. Then, he looked at Li Qingshan. Although he couldn't even make an expression, the bloody flame was clearly flashing with the emotion of "Come and praise me".
Li Qingshan touched his skull. "So smart!"
Little Ann immediately became happy. Seeing that Li Qingshan was a little hurt, he wrote on his palm, "I'll teach you!"
Li Qingshan smiled. "Alright then, it seems that I still have a lot to learn. But first, I'll help you find a new home!" From the antique vases, he found a thick porcelain jar and weighed it. "It seems too small."
Xiao An split up into pieces again and flew in with a clatter, which made Li Qingshan leap in fright. He glanced into the jar and saw a tiny skull with a pair of blood-red flames staring at him with great interest.
Alright, he thought that raising a little ghost was strange enough, but now it seemed to be getting stranger and stranger. He said, "Good night!" and sealed the jar.
Li Qingshan picked up the jar and stuffed the banknotes into his bosom. He only brought the scroll out. Then, he sealed the secret room again. Finally, he found some kerosene. Other than the granary and the warehouse, he sprinkled it on every camp and started a big fire.
Since ancient times, killing and arson were always linked together.
Even in the wind and snow, the fire quickly spread. In the blink of an eye, it had become a huge fire, causing Li Qingshan's face to turn red.
Li Qingshan then sprinkled the kerosene on the mountain of corpses. No one knew if these corpses, which had their essence blood sucked out by Little Ann, would be noticed by others. So, he decided to just burn them as well.
On the mountain path, after a difficult night of marching, the bandit hunting squad finally neared the Black Wind stronghold.
Just when Huang Binghu thought it was too late, a red light suddenly shone from the horizon. He was shocked. "Could it be?" He immediately ordered, "Hurry up!" After crossing a mountain ridge, Huang Binghu was stunned. Liu Hong was also stunned. Even the people who had rushed to the mountain ridge with them were speechless.
The insufferably arrogant and infamous Black Wind stronghold was currently burning, turning into a sea of fire.
"Could it be that this was all done by that person?" This question arose in everyone's hearts.
After recovering from their shock, the squad charged down the mountain ridge at their fastest speed. They arrived in front of the Black Wind stronghold and hesitantly passed through the broken stronghold gate. Then, they saw a scene that they would never be able to forget for the rest of their lives.
Within the sea of fire, the snow on the plaza was dyed bright red by blood and flames. All sorts of broken weapons were stabbed into the ground. Li Qingshan sat in the center, repairing himself. Behind him was a mountain of burning corpses.
Four to five hundred people stopped. Huang Binghu and Liu Hong were no exception. This youth exuded an aura that made people not dare to approach him, as if he was a demon god.
Li Qingshan opened his eyes. "You're here!" Two balls of fire were reflected in his clear eyes, but it made people feel as if the fire had been ignited from the bottom of his heart.
No one answered him!
Li Qingshan had killed people, set fires, and tested arcane artifacts. He had completely depleted all of his physical strength and true qi. As soon as he sat down, he felt a deep sense of exhaustion, so he just meditated and rested. Within the sea of fire, the best place for him to rest was this empty space. Even he had never thought he would give others such an impact.
As a regular person, Ye Dachuan did not understand as much as Huang Binghu and Liu Hong. He went up and asked, "T- did you do all of this?" However, he never dared to look at the mountain of corpses behind Li Qingshan the entire time. The scorching sensation and the smell of roasted meat made him dizzy.
Li Qingshan nodded and leapt up. "Li Qingshan has destroyed the Black Wind stronghold here. I have fulfilled my promise to the people of Crouching Ox village, to sir, and to myself!"
Huang Binghu and Liu Hong, on the other hand, noticed the crossbows among the scattered weapons. They understood the terror of these things the best.
Just what kind of martial arts gave him such strength? Liu Hong knew he could not do what Li Qingshan had done. Even if the bandits did not move at all and lined up for him to hit, he would still be exhausted, not to mention that the bandits wielded various weapons and had many masters watching over them.
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