Chapter 14: Meeting with classmates without tears

"How about practicing the marrow washing sutra?"

"Report to the Lord, Zhao Ji felt that she was walking as fast as the wind after practicing, and was about to ask you for advice."

Bu Jingxian asked Zhao Ji to show it, and saw her dancing with her sword. As she walked, she whirlwinds came out, and she took her to move away as fast as a gust of wind. She couldn't help but be surprised. She didn't expect that the gust of wind was so powerful that Zhao Ji could possess it.

"Okay. This is the talent of Qifeng, which just happens to make up for the shortcomings of the Soul Art."

The Soul Jue was named the Soul Jue, which was taught to the public through the Wanxia Sect. At first, he said that he was created by the joint efforts of the Moon and Bu Jingxian, but later he said that it was given by the dream of the Soul Immortal, so as to further the myth of the Soul Immortal.

"Okay, let's leave Zheng and turn to Wei from the north."

On the way, Zhao Ji saw Bu Jingxian regaining his former spirit and caring about the situation in Zhou State, and couldn't help feeling comforted, thinking that going out for a break would be helpful. When he was resting in the evening, he hurried to the post station to send someone to Zhou State to ask for a letter to the princess to rest.

After rushing in Zheng State for two days, it was as Bu Jingxian expected. Zheng State had no time to care about his affairs. Feixian Sect was busy preparing for the war in Wei State and had no time to pay attention to an enemy who killed his fellow disciples.

But it was a problem that they left Zheng State from Beiguan.

A few miles away from the North Pass of Wei State can lead to the northwest of Wei State. The land thousands of miles along the way is sparsely populated and many barbaric tribes are scattered. Because it is a poor mountain and bad water terrain, neither Zheng nor Wei State sent troops to occupy it. The population is sparse and resources are lacking, and the terrain is not suitable for building cities. After occupation, the defense scope is wide, and the gain is not worth the loss.

Those tribes have relatively primitive survival patterns and do not contact outsiders. They rarely attack passers-by on business roads.

On the road, I saw the burned Zhoudu rebuilt in the past, and Bu Jingxian felt funny secretly. If King Zheng really gave the newly built Zhoudu to Emperor Zhou, King Zheng would definitely regret it in the future.

He took Zhao Ji to Wei on horseback. On this side, the border defense of Wei was slackened. Because it was separated by a thousand miles of wilderness, Wei was not afraid that Zheng State would send troops to come. On the way to Wei State, he could not encounter villages to rest and always slept in the wild. After some days, Zhao Ji lost a lot of weight.

On that day, they entered a village in the border area. When they entered the village, they saw many homeless refugees gathered in the village.

They found a small inn and just sat down, they heard someone shouting, "The refugees with the immortal soul are causing trouble again. Come and watch the fun."

All the diners in the hall ran out, and Bu Jingxian followed him to see.

I saw a large group of refugees gathered together, and a group of people who were distributing relief rice porridge stood outside a yard of a house. They were arguing with the gathering refugees.

"If you dare to make trouble, don't blame us for being polite!"

"Why can't we get the porridge that everyone can get!"

"Why? These are rice porridges that Wang Dashan helps good people. You immortal souls are worthy of eating! You are doing nothing every day and are confused by the villagers. It would be great if you didn't drive you away. You still want to eat porridge?"

"What's wrong with the immortal soul? Isn't the immortal soul a human? You fallen people abandon the belief of the soul clan and still discriminate against us who do not forget the concept of the soul, aren't you afraid of the great immortal of the soul being punished? Don't you know that the great immortal of the soul has sent an envoy to the earth?"

"What a great immortal in the soul! Hum!" While the argument was arguing, a cold snorted sounded, obviously a good master with deep skills. A hum mixed with internal force seemed to be as clear as it entered the mind, and was not disturbed by the noise of dispute.

I saw the person who came wearing a leather robe and looked like jade. A beautiful woman with pink makeup was leaning beside her and slowly drove to the dispute place to stop.

Many people in the village bowed respectfully and called "Young Master Wang."

Bu Jingxian knew this man. He had studied art in Beiling Mountain and was one of the people who liked to use him to practice hidden weapons. At this time, he remembered that Wang Wuqun's family was a big landlord of this generation, so he didn't know why his father was named Wang Dali.

The gathering of people in the Immortal Spirits were not afraid when they saw him. Instead, they questioned with a sensation: "Why do you look down on people in the Immortal Spirits, and why do you disrespect the Great Immortals!"

"Why?" Wang Wuqun sneered and jumped out of the car, grabbed the sword in his hand, and looked around the gathering of immortal souls and people in the Immortal Spirit to raise the sword. "By this sword of my young master! Immortal Spirit is all poor people like you, cowardly. I know nonsense all day long. My father sees you pitiful and take you in, but I am not interested in giving you grain and rice to you, these wastes. Want to eat rice porridge? Yes, just curse the Great Immortal immediately, and I will reward you immediately. Didn't you say that the Soul Clan has food to eat without working? Since that's the case, ask for rice and grain for your Soul Fairy!"

Someone said angrily: "Young Master Wang should not randomly distort the concept of the will of the immortal soul. When the soul clan had not been invaded in the past, he could indeed rely on the protection of the soul power to avoid food and use, but the invaders used evil power to bring us to this world, so that we would suffer all our suffering..."

Before the man finished speaking, Wang Wuqun drew his sword out of the sheath. As the sword light flashed, the man's hand was cut off and fell to the ground with blood.

"You always say that this world is false, okay, since it is false, it will definitely not hurt if I cut off your hands. How can it hurt if my hands and feet are cut off in my sleep? Why are you still screaming and rolling around? Hahaha..."

All the people with immortal souls were filled with righteous indignation.

However, the world is like this. For example, Wang Wuqun's status, no one dares to kill good people in the territory, let alone killing refugees who fled.

"What? Are you not convinced when you stare at me? Humph! A despicable thing that doesn't know how to live or die. If I hadn't been in a good mood today and were afraid of killing you and filthing my land, you would definitely be able to see the power of Beiling Mountain's martial arts." After Wang Wuqun said that, he told the servant of the deciduous rice porridge: "If these despicable things dare to make trouble, they will fight out of the village. What I look down on most in my life is the cowardly despicable soul!"

Those who had deciduous rice porridge responded to their orders.

There are not many people in Zheng State who have immortal souls. Most of them have escaped because of the Zheng State's extermination of the Soul Sect, or have changed their faith. Even if they still have them, they are hiding in the countryside with few people or on the mountains.

There are no people with immortal souls in the Black Wolf tribe. Zhao Ji has never seen such a scene in the past. Even the people in the Immortal Soul seen in Korea are just poor. There are no people in the Immortal Soul in their village, and there are few people who have heard of them. At this moment, I never expected that people in the Immortal Soul were discriminated against and insulted.

"Your Majesty!" Zhao Ji couldn't help but feel indignant. Although she did not truly believe in the will of immortal souls, the Wanxia clan regarded herself as this.

"Let's go and ask this Young Master Wang about the martial arts of Beiling Mountain, so that he can know that the pursuers of the Immortal Soul Will also have people who know martial arts."
Chapter completed!