Chapter 54 Formation
Xu Xuan exhaled a foul breath.
The progress of the Qingjing Jue broke through 90%, and it was about to enter the realm of great success, pure and clean.
He began to have a body different from ordinary people.
Although Xu Xuan often ridiculed himself that he could not even beat the servants in the mirror world, it was not the case. At least the skills he practiced and the Golden Light Mantra were first-class unique skills.
If the Golden Light Mantra was practiced to perfection, the attack range should be larger.
"A letter from Jinling!"
At this time, Li Jianxing sent a letter up.
It turned out to be a letter written by Xu Yong, which described what happened, especially the matter of Sun Taixuan in the north.
"Sun Taixuan is willing to show up?" Xu Xuan was surprised.
But think about it, the cultivators in this world do not have the power to move mountains and seas. Sun Taixuan can only use three kinds of insects at most, and may even be worse than himself in the future.
He is about to practice twelve kinds of insects. Without Xu Xuan's personal action, the disciples of the White Emperor Sect can suppress this guy.
It is the best policy to surrender to the dynasty.
As for the barbarians.
Xu Xuan wrote a letter and said, "Don't worry, third brother. The barbarians and the Han people have a thousand-year blood feud. Killing a million people is a sin. But when the Central Plains declined, the barbarians entered the pass to beg for money, causing the deaths of tens of millions of people. Killing a million barbarians only killed a million people, but it could indirectly save tens of millions of people. In this way, it would earn nine million merits."
Third brother Xu Yong is his white glove to complete his great cause. For these things, Xu Xuan has always been in charge of them personally.
"Send the letter to Xu Yong. By the way, do you think the group of people in the north are Taoist priests from Mount Zhongnan?"
"It should be. I have also received news recently that the leader of Mount Zhongnan has changed."
"It is said that what Mount Zhongnan is good at is array calculation?" Xu Xuan asked.
"Yes, this is the unique skill of the Taoist priests from Mount Zhongnan. The dignitaries in the north usually ask the Taoist priests from Mount Zhongnan to do geomancy and feng shui and set up a fortune array."
"You go... Forget it, I'll go there myself."
Xu Xuan thought about it and decided that it would be safer to go there in person.
There is no other reason, the formation is too important.
There is a saying in the mirror world that there are three techniques for cultivating immortals, which refer to elixir, equipment, and formation.
Among the cultivators, those who have learned this skill live the most comfortably. Hongyi Wanxiang Building is not big because of cinnabar, but because of cheap and affordable elixir.
It is easy to say about elixir. As long as there is an elixir recipe and a book of simple elixir refining techniques, almost all cultivators can refine one or two ordinary elixirs.
Even if the success rate is not high, it can be refined by hard refining.
Xu Xuan is an example. Relying on a huge amount of resources, he refines elixir with a success rate of 2% until the success rate increases.
But the formation is different from refining equipment. This method requires mathematics and very precise techniques. It takes a precise path. If it is slightly wrong, it will fail immediately and the problem cannot be found. It is equivalent to a very precise instrument.
Refining elixir can also work miracles, but the latter two cannot.
So the formation and refining equipment are usually monopolized.
With the formation, Xu Xuan can do a lot of things, such as improving the efficiency of spiritual energy absorption, or the efficiency of Huangting Neijingshu practice. After all, holding spiritual stones is not very efficient and it is easy to lose them in the middle.
After thinking about it, Xu Xuan decided to go to the north to personally meet the leader of Zhongnan Mountain.
"Li Jianxing, Xie Miao, Li Changsheng, each of you three will bring 20 people to follow me to the north."
"Yes!"
Rumble...
The sound of horse hooves was urgent, and the cavalry of more than 60 people rushed to the north at night.
The horses were not allowed to rest, and they were immediately changed at the post station.
Three days later, the gate of Xiangyang.
This majestic pass is a key node between the north and the south. The city wall is guarded by clouds, and there are more than ten red cannons.
"Stop!"
Li Jianxing dismounted, showed his token, and said, "The Heavenly Master of Baidi Sect is here in person! Who is the general guarding this place?"
The attitude of the gatekeeper changed drastically, with a look of reverence in his eyes. He looked at the man who looked like a god not far away. He could recognize who the real master was at first sight without anyone introducing him.
"The general is Zhang Huangyan. I will go and ask for instructions. Please come in."
The heavy city gate opened.
The riders entered the city. The city was full of killing, mostly soldiers.
Everyone came to the general's mansion.
A middle-aged man in white armor was waiting early.
"Greetings to Heavenly Master Xu! Master Li! Master Xie!" General Zhang stepped forward and clasped his fists.
On the day of the abdication ceremony, Zhang Huangyan had seen the Heavenly Master's ability with his own eyes, and he had gone to Yuelu Mountain for further training, and his martial arts increased greatly when he came back.
He and Li Jianxing were in a teacher-student relationship.
"Time is running out. You must send 800 elite soldiers to accompany me northward."
"Only 800? Do you want a little more?" Zhang Huangyan was not reassured.
"No, 800 will be enough."
"Yes!"
The team became more than 860 people, and it was an elite firearms battalion, using the latest flintlock lance developed by Tiangong Academy.
On horseback, Xu Xuan held a 60-centimeter-long gun with a wooden butt and a black steel barrel. There was also a folding bayonet on the top. The whole gun was smeared with lard, exuding an oily luster.
Dachang has a very high skill in making guns. This gun is single-shot, and the ammunition is wrapped in paper. The loading speed is very fast, and the power and range are good.
Xu Xuan has one in his hand, and there are four more in the storage bag, with hundreds of bullets.
"Who said that Taoist priests can't use guns?"
Xu Xuan flipped his wrist, and the gun disappeared, causing everyone to be amazed.
Nanyang, war and chaos.
Xuan Zhen was ragged and had a long beard.
Seven or eight disciples accompanied him, and the horses had died. Only these few were left out of dozens of people.
Everyone was starving and walked carefully in the forest. The messy bushes left wounds on them from time to time.
Xuan Zhen was still carrying a package. This was the secret method of the classics passed down by his ancestors. Even if no one has mastered it and it is even regarded as a scam, it is also the most important thing passed down by the ancestors. Even if he died, he would not leave it to that traitor.
After walking for an unknown period of time, Xuan Zhen asked the disciples to rest. He leaned against a big tree weakly.
Seeing his disciples like this, Xuan Zhen wanted to roar to the sky.
"One day, I must kill these barbarians!!"
The Han Chang Emperor in the south and the barbarians are fighting to the death. Xuan Zhen secretly made up his mind that when he arrived in the south, he would join the army camp and personally slaughter the traitors and barbarians.
Whoosh!
Voices seemed to be heard all around.
"Run!" Xuan Zhen's face changed, and he led everyone to start the journey of escape.
The goal of escape is the south.
In addition to the Tartar army, there are scouts sent from the south looking for them.
Six soldiers rushed out of the bushes.
Everyone held swords to meet the enemy.
"Don't be impulsive! I'm not a Tartar!"
The leading soldier took off his helmet, revealing the familiar Han hair.
"Who are you?" Xuan Zhen was still a little wary, and some Tartar spies would not shave their heads.
"I am Liu Yuan, a scout of the Shenji Camp. Master Xu sent us to look for you. Are you the leader of Xuanzhen?"
While speaking, the scout came alone without a weapon.
General Zhang Huangyan's spies had been looking for clues about them before. Master Xu sent the scouts to look for them in the approximate direction, but he didn't expect to run into them.
"It's me! Did Master Xu really send you here? Where is the main force? How many people are there?"
Xuanzhen gradually let down his guard.
"The main force is in Shigang Village, which is three miles away. There are 800 people."
Hearing this, Xuanzhen's heart sank.
Only 800 people, there are thousands of Nanyang Qianjun alone, and there are at least 1,000 soldiers chasing behind them. There is also the camp of the Eight Banners Lord in the distance.
Can 800 people escape?
Whoosh!
More noises came from all around. It turned out that the Tartars' pursuers had arrived.