Chapter 247: Martial Saint Mysterious Soldiers
Chapter 247: Martial Saint Mysterious Soldiers
The river wind was strong, and two ships were leading the way, with their broad bows crashing through the surging waves.
Hundreds of porpoises followed the boat around, revealing their smooth gray backs on the water surface one after another. Several soldiers carried wooden basins and poured fish into the water, which often caused the porpoises to jump.
A few pots of fish cannot feed these monsters at all; they are just a means for the river to cultivate their feelings.
Apart from the splashing water and the fluttering of flags, no other sound of conversation could be heard on the entire ship.
They had just set out and all the martial artists from top to bottom were still in a state of nervousness. Most of them chose to stay in their own places and no one dared to run around.
Led by the soldiers, Liang Qu came to the top floor of the ship, where he had a wide view.
Pushing the door open and entering, the cool air that hit him made him feel comfortable all over, and the heat from wearing the fish demon inner armor dissipated.
Looking around, the entire top floor was an open circular hall with nearly thirty people.
Most of them were Ran Zhongshi and his companions, and Liang Qu only felt that the remaining half looked familiar but could not remember their names.
The three people who were talking at the innermost part of the crowd were all familiar to each other. They were Xu Yuelong, Yang Dongxiong, and Sui Hongyan, the deputy commander of the Demon Hunting Bureau.
Liang Qu had seen the two leaders of the Monster Hunting Division from a distance at a previous auction. Later, Sui Hongyan also came to watch the duck water competition at the pier, so he had a deep impression of them.
The remaining few familiar-looking people should be the main senior executives of the Monster Hunting Bureau. I have met them at the auction.
"Ah Shui, they are discussing a plan, it has nothing to do with us, come over and play cards!"
At the door, Ke Wenbin patted the seat next to him. On the long table in front of him were several cards with symbols on them.
Ke Wenbin is a big card lover. During the two meetings, Liang Qu could see him calling a group of people to play cards in the corner.
His level is just average, with some wins and some losses, and perhaps that's why he can't stop.
Liang Qu sat down next to Ke Wenbin, took the juice drink handed to him by Uncle Ya, took a few sips, and asked Ke Wenbin and others what they were going to do today.
Once on board and off shore, there is no need to hide much information any longer.
“We are going to fight against the Ghost Mother Cult. However, our discoveries before were rather fragmentary. This time we are going to attack their stronghold.
Didn’t you and Uncle Yang capture a Ghost Mother Cult envoy named Huang Zejun before? The court got the information out of him.”
Liang Qu frowned: "It's been so long, the news is not accurate, right?"
Almost half a year has passed since the Ghost Mother Cult incident. Not to mention now, even if the Hebo Police Station had immediately followed the news and arrested people, nearly two months would have been enough time for the Ghost Mother Cult to move its base.
"Hey, Ah Shui has a small vision. It's true that the news is delayed, but we can know the news in the future."
"Future news? Brother Ke, please tell me more. I'm all ears."
"The Imperial Observatory knows, right?"
"Ah."
"There is a place called Qionglu in the Imperial Observatory, and inside it is a device called the Four Fields Celestial Instrument.
When I was a child, the teacher in the sect school organized us to go in and visit. Wow, the ground was made of pure copper and it was huge.
Well, it’s too troublesome to explain anyway, so just think of him as a very powerful fortune teller, more powerful than those Taoists in Louguantai. He can calculate anything as long as the conditions are sufficient.
Huang Zejun is a direct descendant of a branch of the Ghost Mother Sect. The Imperial Astronomical Observatory used his entire life to calculate the hiding place and approximate strength of his branch on the Binghuo day.
Liang Qu's understanding of the power of martial arts has reached a new level, and he asked in a low voice with awe.
“Is it sure?”
"Not necessarily. When I was a kid, I asked someone from the Imperial Observatory, and he said the accuracy rate was less than 30%."
“…” “What’s that expression on your face? Thirty percent is no less than that, and the fact that something else is inaccurate doesn’t mean it’s useless.
To put it bluntly, this thing is something that points you in the direction, just like a compass. It can definitely point you to the east, south, west and north, but you can't be sure whether it is one hundred miles east or three hundred miles east.
We at the Hebo Office are not here to do nothing. It is not easy to have a direction. We have been doing this for such a long time. We have taken some actions. He has figured out our underwear. This time, we will have a sure thing."
Liang Qu felt relieved: "What is the strength of the other side?"
Ke Wenbin casually said, "Two Grandmasters, two Great Martial Masters, between 20 and 30 Wolf Smoke Martial Masters, and more than 200 Galloping Horse Martial Masters."
The corner of Liang Qu's mouth twitched: "This... can we defeat it? There are no Grandmasters on the ship, right? And they have as many Zhenxiang Grandmasters and Tiger Hunting Grandmasters?"
"There is no grandmaster on the ship, but we have eight great martial artists!" Xiang Fangsu came over and interrupted.
He moved a stool over to look at the cards secretly, but was blocked by Ke Wenbin.
"Go away, go away! Don't think I don't know that you are Bai Yinbin's spy. Sit over there."
"Okay." Xiang Fangsu was bored and sat down next to Liang Qu, continuing with what he had just said, "Why are there so many Zhenxiang Grandmasters and Hunting Tiger Grandmasters? The reason is simple, there is a lack of successors.
A martial artist needs people and resources to support him. Ah Shui, don't you see that? Not to mention the resources, just talking about the people, you have to eat, drink, defecate and urinate by yourself to make a little money, how can you have time to practice? Just hire two servants, and you can have more time in a day.
In fact, the strength of a place can be roughly determined by how many people there are.
Ordinary people raise warriors, warriors raise martial artists, and martial artists raise great martial artists. It's the same principle as big fish eating small fish.
You don't have enough people under you, and no experts can come out from above. Occasionally there will be one or two geniuses, but never many.
Moreover, as long as the place is big enough, one or two geniuses will not affect the situation, not to mention that if there are many people, the probability of a genius emerging is also high.
The reason why Beiting can compete with us is that in the last one or two hundred years, they have been able to grow wheat for some reason, and the population has increased all of a sudden. So our leader has a low tolerance for killing ordinary people."
"Correct!"
Ke Wenbin took over the conversation.
“The number of Grandmasters in the Ghost Mother Sect is the same as that of Great Martial Masters. It’s not that there are more Grandmasters, but that there are fewer Great Martial Masters. The two Grandmasters are both old ones left over from the past.
A Zhen Xiang can live for three hundred years, which is long enough. A Great Martial Master can live for a hundred and twenty or thirty at most. Those who deserved to die would have died a long time ago. There are not enough resources and people. It is surprising that two of them can still appear now. "
Liang Qu's biggest confusion remains unanswered.
"Even so, two of the eight tiger hunters will have to deal with the other two tiger hunters. There are only six great martial artists left. Can they defeat two grandmasters?"
"Well, of course we can't beat him, but we have a killer move."
Xiang Fangsu touched his head and chuckled.
"Killing move?"
Ke Wenbin added: "The higher-ups gave us two Martial Saint Mystical Weapons, one is the Dragon Elephant Prison Suppression Blade, and the other is the Weining Marquis's Terror Spear, which contains the Martial Saint's Will. It's more than enough to kill two old and immortal masters! Hey, I won! Pay up!"
Ke Wenbin asked everyone for money, but the others looked gloomy and reluctantly took out the banknotes from their pockets.
Liang Qu took a glance and saw that the silver notes were in units of one hundred taels. In one hand of cards, Ke Wenbin won three hundred taels.
Xiang Fangsu pinched Liang Qu's shoulder and said, "It's quite far away, and it will take at least three days to go back and forth.
So don't be nervous, at least we still have to stay on the boat this time tomorrow, take a good rest, the real tough battle will come the day after tomorrow."
(End of this chapter)