Chapter 229 Song Baige recognizes his father on the battlefield
Li Qingxian looked at the Zixunxianfeng outside the Punishment Department Yamen again, and continued to mark the demonic cultivators lurking outside.
"There are some people hiding here, and their aura doesn't look like that of a demon cultivator."
"There are demon cultivators hidden here, about twenty of them."
"There's more here..."
In the end, Li Qingxian calculated that there were more than five hundred low-ranking demon sects ambushing outside the Punishment Department.
Soon, changes appeared on the developing paper, and some of the places where I marked hidden people were changed to "our own people."
After a while, Lu Yunyan's words appeared again.
"This information is very important. We also knew that they might be ambushing outside, but we didn't expect so many. Very good."
Team leader Fu Mingcheng picked up the developing paper in his hand and read the new content carefully.
After a while, part of the cultural cultivator team split up and merged with the hidden cultural cultivator team.
Groups of literary and cultural attack teams were rushing through the streets near the Ministry of Justice.
Fu Mingcheng whispered, "Our team will stick to this place, don't move rashly, and be prepared for an attack by the demonic cultivators."
Suddenly, a house a few hundred meters outside the Punishment Department flashed with the light of a war poem, followed by a series of roars, followed by various shouts and messages.
Li Qingxian looked there, it was an ambush point of the Demon Sect.
Under the cover of night, brilliance and noise burst out one after another nearby, and Wen Xiu fought with the demon cultivator ambushing outside.
The criminal cultivators on the city wall looked at each other, unable to make a decision for a moment. This kind of thing was not only beyond their expectations, but also had never happened before.
There have been exposures before, but not as comprehensively as this time.
If we don't take action now, we can only watch as those demon disciples either surrender and never join the battle, or are severely injured, or are killed.
But now that he has rushed out, all plans have been disrupted. No one knows whether Wen Xiu has lured the snake out of the hole.
After half a quarter of an hour, the lights and sounds everywhere stopped one after another.
After a while, team leaders Fu Mingcheng and Li Qingxian received the news at the same time.
Fu Mingcheng said excitedly, "The first battle was a great victory! Over two hundred Demon Sect disciples were annihilated, and more than three hundred were defeated. Not only that, in view of the large number of Demon Sect disciples this time, the Ministry of Rites, Yushitai, Dali Temple, Taichang Temple, Honglu Temple, and Hanlin Academy
, the Imperial College and other preparatory teams are on their way, I am afraid there will be a big one this time! I heard before that some academies have also made preparations."
Li Qingxian and Song Baige looked at each other, both worried and excited.
The Imperial College is a national institution of higher learning, and all the students in it are top-notch. Once they are dispatched, there will be too many people, but if they cause trouble, the consequences will be unpredictable.
Shendu is also a gathering place for students from all over the world. In the next few months, various Qingyun examinations will be held one after another, and a large number of scholars will gather in various academies in Shendu.
Once the academy students follow suit, it will be even more difficult to end it.
Song Baige said in a low voice, "Don't worry about so much, let's do it first! I, Song Baige, will smash the door of the Ministry of Punishment today and take off the plaque of the Ministry of Punishment!"
Li Qingxian nodded, his eyes rolling with white mist, observing the situation inside the Criminal Department.
Officials from the Zhongpin Criminal Department moved around frequently, so they must be mobilizing troops.
Not long after, the teams cleaning up the outside of the Criminal Department returned one after another, and with the addition of reinforcements, the total number of the attacking team exceeded 800.
Outside the west gate of the Ministry of Punishment, there was a crowd of scholars wearing white facecloths.
On the low wall of the west gate, the demon cultivators were covered with dark turbans.
There seems to be a clear dividing line between black and white.
"attack!"
Order after order is issued through the developing paper.
"Protect!" Fu Mingcheng, the leader of the team, put the developing paper on his chest and recited a protective war poem.
A series of light masks of different shapes enveloped everyone.
Then, the brilliance of the war poems all over the sky fell, and they condensed into war poems soldiers and generals one after another, charging towards the city wall.
The martial arts cultivators followed the war poets and generals, looking for opportunities.
Finally, the war poems turned into rainbow waves and landed on the city wall.
The magic cultivator took action, and swarms of demon heads flew around. The demon heads looked like black-faced heads with long hair, with their bloody mouths wide open, blocking the sky with poems.
Suddenly, Li Qingxian heard a familiar voice reciting familiar but different poems, and turned to look at Song Baige.
"In the distance, the blue sky illuminates the mountains, and there are three flowing snow-capped mountains with white waves. The great Jiangxi comes to divide the heaven and the earth, and its anger makes the dragon body crash into the sky and the river!"
It is adapted from "Touching the Dragon Gate" written by Song Yunjing and Li Qingxian.
At the end of the poem, three water dragons flew up the city wall, roaring, slapping their claws, spitting water waves, and biting among the demonic cultivators.
Baige of the Song Dynasty is obviously only in the seventh grade, but this poem is very suitable for him, and its power reaches the sixth grade.
Only the seventh and eighth grade demon cultivators on the city wall barely escaped. Those ninth and tenth grade demon cultivators would either die or be maimed once they were attacked by the three water dragons.
Li Qingxian looked at Song Baige.
Song Baige proudly said, "It's not shameful for a son to use his father's war poems."
Li Qingxian nodded and showed a kind smile.
"You took advantage of me! I'll settle the score with you when the battle is over!" Song Baige yelled and continued to fight.
Li Qingxian opened his spiritual eyes and scanned slowly.
After a while, he asked Fu Mingcheng in a low voice.
"Captain Fu, why don't the Demon Sect make a sneak attack? I remember they are very good at using magic poison or demon heads to make a sneak attack."
"Demon poisons are prohibited near the capital of the gods. As for their demons, once they get close, our literary cultivators can not only detect them with our awe-inspiring righteousness, but we can even easily disperse them. However, they can smear ordinary poisons on weapons and magic weapons, which is also a big trouble.
It's a pity that although Haoran's righteousness restrained the demon, the demon sect has always been rich and has many magic weapons. Most of the low-grade literary cultivators are not rich, and not one out of ten has cultural treasures. Only older literary cultivators can sharpen cultural treasures, and young people can
It’s all so painful.”
Li Qingxian nodded. He was poor in literature but rich in martial arts. The amount of silver resources required for literary cultivation was far less than that for martial arts cultivation. He did not need much money. In addition, most of the literati were noble and disinterested in business and wealth. As a result, literary cultivators were the poorest of all monks.
, I was occasionally laughed at for being a poor cultivator.
After a while, Li Qingxian clicked on the developing paper and said at the same time, "Everyone, be careful. The magic cultivator behind the city wall has begun to distribute magic weapons. It looks like a poison rain quiver with poison attached to it."
Afterwards, Li Qingxian continued to take out his various magical weapons and cultural treasures from the Qiankun Bracelet, and said loudly, "Use my magical weapons, and remember to return them to me after the war! Keep them for now, and wait for the opponent to use Poison Rain Arrow, and take advantage of the opportunity."
Even bring them the Poison Rain Quiver to deal with it."
Li Qingxian shouted while distributing magic weapons and cultural treasures.
After a while, hundreds of magical artifacts and treasures were distributed.
The entire squadron was fully armed.
The top brass of the Wenxiu Offensive Team were all confused. Where did Gang Feng's son get so many magical weapons and cultural treasures? How long will he get rich?
There are nearly a thousand low-ranking people in the attack team. Not counting Li Qingxian, can they find a hundred cultural treasures?
Squadron leader Lu Yunyan couldn't help but ask, "Where did you get the magic weapon?"
"This matter has something to do with my good brother Ye Han. He gave me a treasure map." Li Qingxian had already thought of his words and used his mind to talk on the developing paper.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw thirty seventh-grade demon cultivators rushing up to the city wall, and each of them put the big cylinder on their back in front of them.
The cylinder was about four feet high and about a foot in diameter, aiming diagonally at Wenxiu in front of him.
The magic cultivators stretched out their hands to grasp it, and their whole body of mana was injected into both sides of the cylinder.
Densely packed talismans lit up on the Poison Rain quivers, and a moment later, each quiver instantly sprayed out hundreds of dark mana poison arrows, like a swarm of locusts, hooded under the hood.
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Those demonic cultivators continue to inject mana, and the poisonous rain quiver continues to brew, and the second round will soon erupt.