Chapter 670

Chapter 670

Fu Shaoping frowned: "Will they write it truthfully?"

"It's better than just guessing." Nangong Wan finally raised his head, with a faint blue color under his eyes, "At least we can see what they care about most."

Fu Shaoping suddenly noticed a fresh scar on her wrist. "What happened?"

Nangong Wan pulled his sleeve subconsciously and said, "I accidentally bumped into it when I went to the Chixiao Sect's base last night. Their leader has a fire spirit marten."

"You went to Chixiaomen in the middle of the night?" Fu Shaoping's voice suddenly rose, "It's too dangerous!"

"Master Zhao is only available at midnight." Nangong Wan said calmly, "and we got a lot. He revealed that the Qingzhu Gang is actually more concerned about the bamboo forest on the east side of the spiritual field, rather than the core area of ​​the spiritual vein as we thought."

Fu Shaoping was speechless. He had never thought that the dispute might just be caused by miscommunication.

At noon, two factions had gathered at the border of Lingtian. The Chixiao Sect wore red clothes, exuding a burning aura; the Qingzhu Gang held green bamboo sticks, and the surrounding grass and trees moved without wind. The atmosphere was tense, even more tense than the meeting hall yesterday.

"Master Zhao, Master Sun." Nangong Wan stepped forward and saluted, "Thank you for inviting me here."

Zhao Tiangang snorted coldly: "Miss Nangong, I came here for your sake. But if the Qingzhu Gang insists on taking that evil land, don't blame me for being rude!"

Sun Tieshan slammed his bamboo stick on the ground: "Bullshit! That is clearly the spiritual field cultivated by our ancestors!"

Fu Shaoping subconsciously pressed the hilt of the sword, but was stopped by Nangong Wan's eyes. She took out two bamboo slips and said, "You two might as well take a look at the other party's plan first."

Zhao Tiangang took the bamboo slips suspiciously, glanced at them for a few times, and his expression became strange: "You guys just want the bamboo forest?"

"That's right." Nangong Wan nodded, "The 'Green Wood Art' of the Green Bamboo Gang requires green bamboos that are over a hundred years old as a medium, and the Yinsha land that the Chixiao Sect needs is just on the west side of the bamboo forest. If this stream is used as the boundary..."

Sun Tieshan carefully examined the Chixiao Sect's plan, and his brows gradually relaxed: "So you want to build an earth fire alchemy room? You should have said so earlier! We can give up three acres of land on the east side of the bamboo forest. Anyway, the soil there is not suitable for growing bamboo."

Fu Shaoping stared in amazement as the two sides exchanged words and reached an agreement in less than half an hour. There was no coercion, no intimidation, and not even a trace of spiritual power was used.

On the way back, Fu Shaoping couldn't help asking, "How do you know they will accept it?"

Nangong Wan wiped the sweat from his forehead: "I don't know. But giving them the opportunity to express their true needs is better than us making assumptions."

Fu Shaoping walked in silence. In the distance, he heard the rustling sound of spiritual plants growing in the spiritual fields. He suddenly realized that he might never really understand this land and the people living on it in the past ten years.

That night, more than a dozen bamboo slips were added to Fu Shaoping's study. He flipped through them and took notes until dawn. When the first ray of sunlight shone through the window, he made a decision.

Three days later, Qingyun Town issued a new rule: on the first and fifteenth day of each month, a sect council would be set up, and each sect could send representatives to participate in town affairs discussions. When the announcement came out, the whole town was in an uproar.

What was even more surprising was that at the first sect council meeting, Fu Shaoping publicly apologized to the Qingzhu Gang and admitted that he had overlooked their contributions in the past. Sun Tieshan, a man of steel, had tears in his eyes on the spot.

After the meeting, Nangong Wan found Fu Shaoping watching the rain alone under the corridor.

"Why did you suddenly change your mind?" she asked.

Fu Shaoping looked at the hazy outline of the spiritual field in the rain: "I read the history of the Qingzhu Gang. During the monster wave 20 years ago, they lost 37 disciples, the sect with the heaviest casualties."

The sound of rain gradually increased, drowning out the second half of his words. But Nangong Wan knew that this man who once believed only in force had finally learned to protect this land in another way.

The full moon of mid-autumn hung high in the sky, illuminating the mass grave on the eastern outskirts of Qingyun Town with a pale glow.

Fu Shaoping was reading the "Qingyun Geographical Records" compiled by Nangong Wan in the town hall when suddenly the ground shook violently and the teacup on the table shattered to the ground. He flashed to the courtyard and saw a black gas rising into the sky from the northeast, with faint screams.

"Report--" A town guard came running over, "Report to the town guard, the ancient tomb in the eastern suburbs has been dug up! Several monks who looked like wandering cultivators fainted in front of the tomb, and there were also more than a dozen villagers..."

Before he could finish listening, Fu Shaoping drew his heavy sword: "Notify Chief Nangong to block the eastern suburbs!" Before he finished speaking, he turned into a ray of sword light and flew away.

At the entrance of the Dongjiao Ancient Tomb, more than a dozen villagers were lying in a mess, each with a strange blue-black aura on their face. Seven casual cultivators in gray robes were tied up by vines, still twitching and spitting white foam from their mouths.

A white figure was moving quickly in front of the tomb, with slender jade fingers drawing golden light in the air, forming runes when they landed. Nangong Wan's hair was soaked with sweat, and her moon-white skirt was covered with mud. It was obvious that she had been busy here for a long time.

"What's the situation?" Fu Shaoping landed and put away his sword.

Nangong Wan didn't even raise his head, his voice was more urgent than ever before: "The seal of the Millennium Corpse King has been broken. These idiots dug through the corpse-suppressing nails, and now the Yin Qi is leaking out. If it is not dealt with in time, the whole town will be shrouded in corpse poison before dawn."

She made a hand gesture with her right hand, and a golden light shone into the tomb door. Her left hand took out seven copper coins from her sleeve without stopping, and arranged them in front of the tomb according to the direction of the Big Dipper: "I have set up the Seven Stars Locking Yin Array to temporarily slow down the spread of the Yin Qi, but it can only last for two hours at most."

Fu Shaoping looked at the dark tomb door. There was a creepy scraping sound coming from inside, as if something was waking up: "I'll go in and seal it again."

"Wait!" Nangong Wan finally turned around and took out three talismans with purple light flowing from his arms. "This is the 'Three Talents Demon Suppression Talisman' of the Tianshi Dao. It must be pasted on the top of his head, the middle of his chest, and the sea of ​​qi at the same time to completely seal it."

Fu Shaoping took the talisman and felt it was cold to the touch. He could feel the powerful spiritual power contained in it: "Why not just kill him directly?"

"The thousand-year-old corpse king is close to the state of flying zombies, and it is difficult to be injured by swords and knives." Nangong Wan explained quickly, "and its corpse poison is connected to the ground veins. Killing it rashly will cause the poison gas to explode." She suddenly grabbed Fu Shaoping's wrist, "Remember, it must be done before the midnight when the yin energy is at its peak, otherwise it will wake up completely..."

A deafening roar came from deep in the tomb, interrupting her words. The ground shook violently, and two of the seven copper coins that Nangong Wan had just laid jumped up.

"It's too late!" Fu Shaoping put the talisman in his arms, shook the heavy sword and rushed into the tomb.

Nangong Wan's voice came from behind: "I will use the sound transmission technique to guide you! Remember, the Corpse King is afraid of fire"

The cold and damp tomb passage swallowed up her last words. A spiritual fire ignited on the tip of Fu Shaoping's sword, illuminating the slippery corridor. The wall was covered with scratches, which became denser as you went deeper, and finally you could see fingernails deeply embedded in the stone wall - those were definitely not marks left by humans.

"Turn left." Nangong Wan's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, still cold but with a hint of tension, "There are three forks in the road ahead, take the middle one with the soul-calming spell engraved on it." Fu Shaoping followed his instructions and soon arrived at a spacious tomb. The lid of the central sarcophagus had been opened, and the coffin was empty, with only a few wisps of black air lingering.

“It has already

"Be careful above your head!" Nangong Wan's warning came at the same time as the sound of breaking air.

Fu Shaoping instinctively rolled sideways, and the ground where he was standing was scratched by five black lights, leaving deep gullies. Looking up, he saw a green-faced, fang-toothed monster hanging upside down on the top of the tomb, with ten fingernails half a foot long, emitting a faint blue light.

The thing had no whites in its eyes, and its entire eye sockets were pitch black, but it could accurately lock onto Fu Shaoping's position. It made a strange "gurgling" sound in its throat and suddenly pounced down.

"Qiang!"

The heavy sword and the sharp claw collided, sparks flew everywhere. Fu Shaoping only felt numbness in his palm, and the sword blade only left a white mark on the dry skin. The corpse king screamed strangely, and the other claw swept across. Fu Shaoping raised his sword to block, but was pushed back several steps by the huge force, and his back hit the stone wall heavily.

"Its weak spot is at the third vertebra at the back of the neck!" Nangong Wan's voice sounded again, "Use the Lihuo Sword Technique to attack there!"

Fu Shaoping took a deep breath, and the heavy sword in his hand suddenly ignited with raging flames. The corpse king obviously retreated half a step, but rushed forward even more violently. A man and a corpse fought fiercely in the tomb, and the stone wall continued to crack between the sword light and claw shadow.

"No, it's too fast!" Fu Shaoping dodged the fatal claw by rolling sideways, but his sleeve was torn into three pieces.

Nangong Wan was silent for a moment: "Lead it to the coffin. There is a corpse trap array set up by our predecessors. I will teach you how to activate it."

Fu Shaoping pretended to be defeated and fought and retreated to the vicinity of the sarcophagus. The corpse king really pursued him relentlessly, and just when it stepped within three steps of the sarcophagus, Nangong Wan quickly recited a spell.

"Step on Kun's throne, and point the sword at Li Palace!"

Fu Shaoping followed his instructions and thrust his heavy sword into the ground. Instantly, a circle of blood-red runes lit up around the sarcophagus, and the corpse king suddenly stagnated, as if he was trapped in an invisible quagmire.

"It's now!"

Fu Shaoping leaped up and used three purple talismans at the same time. The corpse king let out an earth-shattering roar and struggled desperately, causing the corpse-trapping formation to flicker.

The first talisman was accurately attached to the top of the corpse's forehead, and the corpse king's body was immediately shortened by half a head; the second one went straight to the chest's Tanzhong point, but was slapped away by its claws. Fu Shaoping changed his moves in mid-air, threw the heavy sword out, nailed the corpse king's right arm to the stone coffin, and took the opportunity to turn over and slap the second talisman on its chest.

"The last place!" Nangong Wan's voice also became nervous.

The Corpse King twisted wildly, and his left claw swept towards Fu Shaoping's front. At the critical moment, Fu Shaoping did not dodge but rushed forward, lowered his head and crashed into the Corpse King's arms, and with two fingers of his right hand, he pointed at his Dantian Qihai with the last purple talisman.

"boom!"

A dazzling purple light burst out, and the entire tomb chamber shook violently. The corpse king howled unwillingly, and black smoke billowed out of his body. Finally, he turned into a dried corpse and was dragged back into the coffin by the chains that suddenly appeared in the sarcophagus.

"Come out quickly! The seal is about to be restored!" Nangong Wan said anxiously.

Fu Shaoping grabbed the heavy sword and rushed out. The stone coffin behind him closed by itself with a "bang", and the entire tomb began to collapse. When he rushed out of the tomb door, there was a loud bang behind him, and the ancient tomb collapsed completely in the dust.

The eastern sky was already turning pale. Nangong Wan stood in the center of the Seven Stars Locking Yin Formation, forming seals with her hands, and the sweat on her forehead was crystal clear in the morning light. Seeing Fu Shaoping come out safely, her tense shoulders finally relaxed a little.

"Just in time." She said softly, and the seal in her hand changed, "Seal!"

Seven copper coins lit up with golden light at the same time, turning into seven beams of light that shot straight into the sky. The yin energy that filled the air retreated like a tide, and when the morning sun shone on it, it turned into wisps of green smoke and disappeared without a trace.

Fu Shaoping then realized that his black clothes had been corroded by the corpse poison and there were three deep scratches on his right arm, which were oozing black blood. He tried to use his spiritual power to force out the corpse poison, but his eyes went dark and he knelt on one knee.

"Don't move!" Nangong Wan flashed to his side and tore off his sleeve. After seeing the wound, her face suddenly changed: "The corpse poison has entered the heart!"

She bit her index finger without hesitation, quickly drew a blood rune around Fu Shaoping's wound, then pulled out a jade hairpin from her hair and gently tapped the center of the rune.

"I held on to it." Before he could finish his words, the jade hairpin suddenly pierced into the wound.

Fu Shaoping groaned, and felt a piercing chill spreading from the wound to his entire body, colliding with the corpse poison raging in his body, causing him to black out in pain. After an unknown amount of time, the pain gradually subsided, replaced by a cool feeling flowing through his limbs.

When he opened his eyes, Nangong Wan was picking up the scattered copper coins, his face as pale as paper. Noticing that he had woken up, he just said lightly: "The corpse poison has been cleared, and he will be fine after three days of rest."

Fu Shaoping moved his right arm and found that he was fine except for a little weakness. He stood up and suddenly bowed deeply to Nangong Wan: "Thank you for saving my life."

Nangong Wan slightly turned aside to avoid the salute: "If Fu Zhenshou had not gone deep into the dangerous area, Qingyun Town would have been in great trouble." She paused, and the corners of her mouth rarely raised a little arc, "Good cooperation."

In the morning light, the two smiled at each other. In the distance, the cheers of the townspeople were heard, and a new day had begun.

The cold wind of December blew across the central square of Qingyun Town, but it could not dispel the lively atmosphere of the market. Merchants from all directions set up colorful tents, and the hawking sounds came one after another. The most eye-catching thing was the golden tent in the southeast corner - the stall of the newly settled "Golden Toad Chamber of Commerce" was crowded with monks, and everyone's eyes were shining with desire.

Fu Shaoping stood with his hands behind his back in front of the window on the second floor of the town hall, his eyes piercing through the fluttering snowflakes and falling on the golden tent. In the six months since he took office, he had already developed the instinct to identify abnormalities. The flow of people in front of the Chamber of Commerce booth was more than three times that of other booths, but it was rare to see people happily leaving with goods - most people were whispering solemnly, and then returned with more companions.

"Fu is here to guard the place."

A cold voice sounded from behind. Nangong Wan had stood in front of the table without knowing when, and there were still a few pieces of unmelted snow on her moon-white cloak. She placed a green jade pendant on the table. The surface of the jade pendant was engraved with an exquisite spirit gathering formation, which glowed strangely under the light.

"This is the thirty-seventh case." Nangong Wan took off his cloak, revealing slightly blue eyelids - it was obvious that he had not had a good rest for many days. "This morning, Elder Zhou from Medicine King Valley also showed symptoms of spiritual power stagnation."

Fu Shaoping picked up the jade pendant and poured a trace of spiritual power into his fingertips. At first, he felt that the jade pendant was as warm as jade, but when he tried to withdraw the spiritual power, he found that a trace of breath was firmly absorbed deep into the jade pendant. He frowned and increased his strength. The jade pendant suddenly became hot, and spider-web-like blood-colored lines appeared on the surface. (End of this chapter)