Chapter 264 Ancient Scholar, Portrait of Emperor Shenwu (4/4)
"Actually, she looks pretty good. Although she is still small in stature and appearance, she looks like a beautiful woman at first glance."
"And he's still a baby."
"That's the only way this can happen in Moxie Gu Village. If you put it somewhere else, who cares whether the winter weeds were removed for her, she would have been kidnapped that night."
"Winter weed is too expensive, otherwise I wouldn't mind paying a sum of money."
Moxie Gu Village, Market Square.
More than thirty people gathered around the little girl who sold herself to save her father, whispering.
Li Guanqi is also among them.
Remove winter grass...
Despite its ordinary name, it is actually a fourth-level spiritual grass, which corresponds to the fourth-level spiritual grass. It is enough to imagine how precious it is.
Now is the Gu King Contest, and there are many Liangyi-level curse insects on the market.
But even the best two-level cursed insects cannot be exchanged for a winter weed.
Just a hundred-year-old winter grass can change an area of 30,000 meters from winter to summer with just a few auxiliary measures.
The low temperature and cold air can be absorbed by winter grass in an instant.
Winter grass is said to remove winter, but its main function is to absorb and store cold air, and then use the absorbed cold air for whatever purpose.
But it also has other effects.
Such as absorbing cold poison.
The most famous one is the Cold Wind Scorpion. This kind of monster usually reaches the third level when it reaches adulthood. It is not difficult to kill it. The only thing you need to pay attention to is not to be hit by its scorpion tail hook.
The cold poison released by its tail hook is really terrifying and extremely difficult to cure. Although it is a three-level demon species, once the cold poison enters the body, even a four-elephant level practitioner cannot recover.
And winter grass removal can.
The problem is that this thing is too expensive.
Just a little girl who is nothing?
No matter how much people like Pogua little girls, they are not willing to spend such an expensive price just to get the body of a little girl.
"Where is your father?"
At this time, Li Guanqi squeezed through the crowd, walked to the little girl, squatted down, looked at her with a smile, "Take me there."
As soon as this statement came out.
The little girl immediately raised her head, her big moist eyes full of hope and excitement.
At the same time, the onlookers were also in an uproar.
"Is there such a big injustice?!"
"No, he is only a conjurer in the Liangyang realm. Where can he get the money to buy winter grass?"
"What if he comes from a noble family and is rich?"
"That's true..."
"But this is too resentful."
"You have money but no place to spend it, right?"
"Is there a possibility that the guy just wanted to deceive the little girl and wait until he got to her home to do it to her?"
"Impossible, this girl's home is over Mogu Lane, in Moxie Gu Village. If you dare to break the law, the Moxie family will definitely deal with you first."
…
at the same time.
At the hillside fortress of Moye Gu Village, in the castle of Moye family.
A young man who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing purple and black attire and numerous silver decorations all over his body, stood on the balcony of the fortress, overlooking the scene of the city, overlooking... the market square.
But he was clearly wearing a white eyepatch on his face, covering his eyes.
"Master of the young village."
Inside the fortress, a stunning woman wearing a pure white dress and a white veil walked slowly.
Her graceful figure makes her look particularly swaying when she walks casually.
She is the high priest of Moxie Gu Village.
The young man in purple clothes with his eyes covered in front of him is Mo Xie Lin, the young patriarch of the Mo Xie family.
The old patriarch of the Moye family basically doesn't care about the chores in the village and only focuses on cultivation.
Therefore, the life and security of the people in Gu Village, as well as other miscellaneous matters, are left to the high priest and the young clan leader.
Therefore, the young patriarch is often called the young village leader.
"High Priest, it seems that you lost the bet that day."
"Look, there is still warmth in the world, and there are still people who are willing to save you."
Mo Xie Lin obviously covered his eyes, but the direction his face was facing was always fixed on the market square.
He kept looking at the back of Li Guanqi leaving with the little girl.
It wasn't until the two people drifted away and completely disappeared around a corner that the young leader of Moxie Gu Village slowly turned around.
Looking at the woman in white dress who was both a high priest and a peerless beauty, Mo Xielin chuckled and said, "I'm willing to admit defeat, high priest, I'm going to make a lion open his mouth."
"Did I lose?"
The high priest walked to the handrail of the balcony and looked deep into the village at an alley made up of mushroom houses.
Although she wears a pure white veil, her breathtakingly beautiful eyes seem to be more alluring than her beautiful face.
"Young Village Leader, at the beginning of the month, we had a bet between you and me. I clearly remember that the condition of the bet was whether anyone was willing to save the girl's father, not whether anyone was willing to go with her to see his father, right?"
"The outcome has not been decided yet."
The high priest spoke softly, "Let's see if the man in black can really revive that ancient scholar."
"Okay, okay, my priest sister, whatever you say will be whatever you say."
Although Mo Xielin covered his eyes, he still looked like a very handsome young man with red lips and white teeth. When he smiled, he looked even more youthful and sunny.
"No, don't call me that. At my age, I am more than enough to be your grandma." The high priest's eyes flickered, but he still pretended to be calm.
"That's not true."
Mo Xelin shook his head gently, then looked to the east and said longingly: "High Priest, do you know that Mr. Xu said that in the Daluo Dynasty, those families of different blood did not look at their age when getting married, but only looked at their appearance, because of the cultivation of longevity.
For those who are young, if they stay young forever, being a few dozen or a hundred years old will not be a problem."
The young man's eyes were full of yearning.
"..."
The high priest was silent, obviously not wanting to discuss this topic.
"We made an appointment, high priest."
Suddenly, Mo Xielin looked at the mushroom alley and said softly: "No matter whether that man can save the girl's father or not, you have to return the key to the treasury to me at the beginning of next month."
"You still don't understand my original intention of setting up this gambling game?" the high priest asked calmly.
"Of course I don't understand."
Mo Xelin turned his head and looked at the high priest, and said helplessly: "It's a meaningless bet, let's see if anyone is willing to save it in a month.
If someone saves me, I will win. You must agree to one condition.
You win if no one saves you. I promise you one condition, and you still have to give me the key to the treasury.
In this case, even if I lose, at the beginning of next month, I can still open the treasury and take out winter weeds to save people.
What’s the point of this gamble?”
Having said this, the 16-year-old young village leader spread his hands helplessly, "Obviously I was able to revive the ancient scholar at the beginning of the month, but you just took away the key to the treasury and wasted a month.
What’s the point of him enduring the pain for one more month?”
The high priest's eyes were calm, "If I win, my condition then is that you are not allowed to open the treasury to take winter weeds to save people."
"?!"
Mo Xelin was stunned.
"This is called war." The high priest said in a calm voice, "You haven't figured it out for more than half a month? It seems that what Mr. Xu taught is nothing more than this."
"I only studied with him for three months!"
Mo Xelin said angrily, "He was teaching the way of saints at that time, and before he even finished teaching the way of saints, you pulled me back. What can I learn?"
"And, and..."
Mo Xelin glanced at the high priest with some resentment, "Besides, how could I have imagined that priest sister, you would play this trick with me? You have never lied to me like this since I was a child."
"I'm not lying to you, I just want you to give up."
The high priest sighed softly, "The research of that ancient scholar has no significance to our Moxie Gu Village, so a winter weed is far more valuable than his life. You can't use winter weed to save him, it is too wasteful."
"waste?!"
Mo Xelin's face was full of bewilderment, "A living life is not as good as a piece of grass?"
"..."
The high priest was silent for a moment, and then said helplessly: "Sure enough, I was right to call you back, you shouldn't stay at Mr. Xu's place.
It is true that he is a scholar, and his knowledge is indeed profound, but his knowledge is only suitable for writing in books.
His family background is very good.
He was born in the Xu family, one of the sixteen surnames in Daluo, and he was also a direct descendant, so he had never suffered hardship since he was a child, and he had never seen the real low-income people.
The Daluo Dynasty that Mr. Xu saw only had a prosperous capital city, perfect laws, and happy people.
You are blind, he is not.
But there is actually no difference between him and you.
His eyes were also blinded by his wealthy family background, which made him unable to see many things clearly.
For example, the value of life.
You asked just now, 'A living life is not as good as a blade of grass'?
Arin, let me tell you, of course it is not comparable.
If you were not studying at Mr. Xu's place, but at Gu City, the capital of southern Xinjiang, those three months would be enough for you to understand that sometimes a living life is not even as good as a word from a powerful person.
'Looks like an eyesore'.
A few, a dozen, or even hundreds of poor people can vanish into thin air overnight with just a single word from them."
Mo Xelin's complexion changed slightly.
"Arin, you are sixteen years old this year."
The high priest sighed helplessly, "Actually, it's not that young. In Gu City, even an eight-year-old child can understand this truth. As prosperous as the inner city of Gu City is, the life of the poor in the outer city is just as dark."
"..."
Mo Xelin was silent for a long time.
"But he is still willing to save, isn't he?"
After a while, Mo Xielin raised his head, looked at the mushroom alley in the distance, and said seriously: "Winter grass is very expensive, but isn't that man in black still willing to use it to save people?"
The high priest narrowed his beautiful eyes and did not reply.
"If the world is not beautiful, what we have to do is not to follow it and become bad, but to work hard to change it and make it as good as possible, for the better!"
Mo Xelin turned to look at the high priest. On the young man's face, whose eyes were covered by a white cloth, there was an indescribable vitality.
"Oh."
But the high priest couldn't help being amused, "Change the world?"
"I don't even know if Emperor Luo Shenwu could say this with as much confidence as you."
…
…
"Great Luo Shenwu Emperor?"
Moxie Gu Village, Mushroom Alley, in an exquisite mushroom house.
Li Guanqi followed the little girl here, but before he entered the girl's father's room, he saw a lifelike picture hanging on the wall in the living room facing the door.
The person in the painting is dressed in a black and gold imperial robe, sitting upright on a golden dragon chair, with his gray hair tied up, and wearing a twelve-point imperial crown. His old face is expressionless, but in those golden eyes,
But there is a majestic and domineering air that looks down on all living beings!
In the corner of the calligraphy and painting, there is a pattern of a red seal with two words printed on it:
"Shenwu"!
This is the portrait of Emperor Wu of the Great Luo God!
Li Guanqi couldn't help but come forward.
The characteristic of the Ying family is their golden eyes.
With black hair and golden eyes, every member of the Ying clan was in their strongest period!
However, the Ying family's royal family will end after a hundred years.
Emperor Shenwu, who is eighty-six years old this year, is already old and his hair has turned gray.
"Big brother?"
At this time, the anxious little girl stood at the door of a room and couldn't help calling out to Li Guanqi.
"Don't worry, I will save your father."
Li Guanqi smiled slightly, then looked around, taking in the entire living room of Mushroom House.
The decoration is exquisite, the furniture is complete, and the sandalwood tables that are rare in southern Xinjiang are used. Coupled with the vases, calligraphy and paintings, the whole house exudes the ancient Daluo style.
The girl's family background is actually pretty good.
Her father was seriously injured and she did not sell her property.
Because in fact, even if you sell the entire house, you won't be able to get enough for a winter weed, so selling it off is useless.
...By the way, I didn’t see any historical relics like antiques?
"Are you from Daluo?"
Li Guanqi glanced at the portrait of Emperor Shenwu on the wall, and then looked at the little girl curiously.
"no."
The little girl shook her head anxiously, "It's just that my father admires Emperor Shenwu."
She was clearly not in the mood to chat.
"Don't worry, he will get better soon."
Li Guanqi comforted her softly, and then walked to the room in front of the little girl.
"Squeak——"
Li Guanqi pushed open the door and entered.
What came into view was an "ice sculpture" lying on the bed.
[Aliasic level different blood warrior]
It was a middle-aged man wearing light leather armor. At this time, his whole body was covered with a layer of frost. His vital signs were still there, but he had obviously lost consciousness.
The cold air emanating even caused the temperature in the room to drop to minus 1°C.
"The cold has just begun to spread to the outside world, and the current temperature..."
Li Guanqi stretched out his hand to feel the temperature, then turned to look at the little girl, "Your father must have suffered the cold wind scorpion poison twenty days ago, that is, at the end of last month, right?"
"right!"
The little girl had tears in her eyes and nodded anxiously, "My father hired a mercenary group at the beginning of last month, saying that he was going to explore an ancient ruins. At the end of the month, the mercenary group, including my father, only came back three days ago.
I personally said that my father was poisoned by the Cold Wind Scorpion!"
...ancient ruins?
Li Guanqi narrowed his eyes slightly, then waved his hand, "You go out first, close the door, and I will save your father."
"Please! Please!"
The little girl knelt down on the ground and kowtowed three times, then turned around and ran out of the room, closing the door.
"Forehead."
Li Guanqi scratched his head, took out a snow gun from the space ring, looked at the ice crystal-like gun blade, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.
How is text simulation done?
Li Guanqi recalled something.
…
[You think about it and decide that you don’t need to go to such trouble at all. You should be able to use a snow gun to extract the cold poison.]
【You and the little girl returned home.】
[As you expected, the snow gun really worked, and you pulled out the cold poison of the little girl’s father.]
…
It can be called "extremely detailed".
"Forget it, let's try it."
Li Guanqi held the snow gun and stabbed the girl's father directly on the bed, piercing the ice layer on the skin and stabbing directly into his left arm.
"Buzz——"
The next moment, the snow gun flickered with blue light, and you could clearly see that inside the ice crystal clear gun blade, there was a trace of black and blue blood flowing - it was the cold poison extracted from the body of the girl's father!
"Um?"
Suddenly, the gun spirit inside the snow-spotting gun conveyed some obscure information to Li Guanqi.
The general idea is that if you absorb more severe cold poison, you can restore the cold poison characteristics by firing the snow gun, adding cold poison damage to each attack.
"Can this still happen?"
Li Guanqi raised his eyebrows.
By some strange combination of circumstances, I figured out another effect of the snow gun. Of course, it was an effect that had not yet been activated.
Is the cold poisonous?
There are a lot of severe cold poisons in the world. Take the opportunity to go to the market square and take a look. People in southern Xinjiang are the best at playing with things like "poison".
"Buzz——"
At this time, the flashing cold light of the snow-pointing gun gradually dissipated, and the black and blue blood cold poison of the Cold Wind Scorpion also completely disappeared inside the snow-pointing gun, and was completely absorbed by the ice gun.
"Well……"
Immediately afterwards, the girl's father's fingers moved slightly, and he was about to wake up.
When Li Guanqi saw this, he couldn't help but smile, and then pulled out the snow-pointing gun from the man's left arm.
"Squeak——"
Li Guanqi turned around and pushed open the door to the room. He smiled at the little girl waiting outside the door and said, "Your dad is about to wake up. Please stay with him."
"father?!"
The little girl was about to say something, but she saw behind Li Guanqi that her father, who had been lying in bed for more than half a month, slowly sat up from the bed. Tears filled her eyes immediately, and she rushed over with joy and threw herself on her father's face.
In arms.
Li Guanqi left the room and closed the door gently.
A scene like this should not be disturbed by outsiders.
He walked to the wooden table in the living room and sat down, waiting quietly. He also flipped through a few books randomly placed on the wooden table.
"Ancient tribal customs in southern Xinjiang", "The gap between the old era and the new era", "Unsolved ancient mysteries"... and so on.
It is indeed a book about history.
But they are all books circulating in the market. As for the old events that Li Guanqi wants to know, they either don't exist or they are made up. At the end, he has to add the sentence "the content of this book is purely speculation".
"Squeak——"
After about a few minutes, the door to the room opened.
The girl's father came out, closed the door behind his back, locked the little girl in the room, and walked towards Li Guanqi alone.
At this time, the middle-aged man had taken off his leather armor and was wearing a purple-black gown. He stood in front of Li Guanqi and saluted him, "I am You Hao. Thank you sir for saving my life."
"Life-saving grace cannot be said with words."
Li Guanqi closed the book in his hand and prepared to explain his intention to You Hao.
"I have a lot of ancient technology to give you."
You Hao looked at him seriously, "I know about my daughter selling her body. Please don't worry about it. This kid doesn't know that I actually have a lot of collections. How can a little girl's body compare to expensive ancient technology? You say
, right?"
"oh?"
Li Guanqi raised his eyebrows, "Ancient times? Old era...technology?"
very good.
Perhaps, he will soon be able to find the truth about the strange world and reality.
