boyutpedia Chapter 30 Attempt
Chapter 30 Attempt
"I originally thought that the county government and the Imperial Guards wanted to wipe out the chaos in one fell swoop when the Martial Arts Examination and the Heavenly Official took office, but now it seems that's not the case. The Imperial Guards and the county government are holding back because someone is suppressing them?"
Fu Que swallowed the thick porridge, pondering to himself that if that were the case, his situation would be somewhat delicate.
These days, no one in the official ranks has done anything; only he's foolishly targeting the smuggling gang, which is a bit conspicuous. Fu Que is confident that the Dragon Tiger Guards of Gaoyang County won't be able to find out what he's doing.
Having witnessed the various strange objects crafted from the aura of national destiny within the tiger's den, he didn't believe his extremely crude concealment methods could fool those created by higher-level national destiny auras.
This is troublesome. Maybe I should find an excuse to stay here and lay low for a while?
The moment this thought crossed his mind, Fu Que dismissed it. What is meant to be will be. Given his limited abilities, it was better to be honest when someone came knocking on his door than to hide.
Anyway, he was a Tiger Rider, so killing gang members who smuggled blood offerings was his duty. At most, it would be a violation of orders. But he was just a reserve Tiger Rider without a formal position, so violating orders was fine.
"Sir, what are you thinking about?"
A guard who had fought alongside him during the day approached with a wine glass, smiling as he asked.
"Oh, I was thinking about the ambush during the day. I don't have much practical experience, but this ambush gave me a lot of inspiration. It was truly a life-or-death situation."
Interrupted from his thoughts, Fu Que didn't dwell on it and responded with a smile.
"Yes, don't be fooled by the generous rewards we get each time we escort them back, including the medicinal pills made by Qing Shui Medicine House. We risk our lives for these rewards."
The guard sighed as well. The three warriors who fought to the death had left a deep impression on him. If Fu Que hadn't drawn enough attention, even with Qin Lie as the spearhead, they wouldn't have been able to kill them without injury.
As they were talking, the other guards also came over.
As Qin Lie was a three-striped tiger rider, the guards dared not approach him rashly, but they had no such concerns about Fu Que.
One reason is that Fu Que is very young, and the other is that Fu Que's status is not high. He is just a prospective Tiger Cavalryman, so it would be good to become a familiar face at this time.
Therefore, the guards were very enthusiastic in their flattery of Fu Que, a stark contrast to their attitude when he first joined the caravan.
Fu Que just smiled shyly and occasionally chimed in with a few words.
After several rounds of drinks and dishes, and seeing that it was getting late, the guards, who had been on edge all day, bid farewell and left to rest in the small huts specially arranged for them in the mountain stronghold.
Upon returning to the small room he had arranged for himself, Fu Que immediately closed the doors and windows tightly.
He sat cross-legged on the futon, first calming his mind and adjusting his state to the best.
Then, he slowly sank his consciousness into his sea of consciousness.
Black, sinful clouds swirled around the scroll.
Fu Que carefully examined the fluttering scroll. At this moment, the swordsman standing with his sword in the scroll had already captured four-tenths of the spirit and posture, and the sketch had become more solid.
He briefly recalled the points of explosive power flow and the coordination of movement and footwork during the daytime battle.
The clouds of sin and darkness swept in.
An indescribable, powerful warm current, like ginseng soup in winter, instantly poured into Fu Que's lower abdomen and then spread along his large tendons.
In the past, when using the Sinful Cloud Ink, Fu Que always let the other painters use their abilities freely. But after several battles, he has vaguely figured out the direction he should strengthen now.
The so-called state is merely a blessing, not his own power.
In other words, when Fu Que switches to the other painting state, the power he possesses will be completely different.
The scroll is like a game class. He is currently a swordsman, so he only needs to allocate points to the swordsman specialization.
He doesn't need to enhance a painting in every aspect like a painter would do.
Not only is the cost-effectiveness too low, but overall it can also be described as mediocre and unremarkable.
Fu Que only needs to focus on strengthening the swordsman's strengths, as for the resulting weaknesses.
He can then create a different painting and switch the state of that painting to make up for his shortcomings.
Under Fu Que's guidance and assistance, the sinful ink surrounding the painting flowed like a waterfall, forcefully smearing several meridians around the swordsman's body.
Instantly, Fu Que felt a sharp pain, the same pain he felt when the Sinful Cloud Ink strengthened his meridians.
"Damn, I forgot, I didn't deactivate the Scroll Swordsman state."
Fu Que gritted his teeth, but the arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released. If he retreated and went back in now, at least half of the sinful Yunmo would be wasted.
Fu Que's experiences in Da Zhao were not in vain. In his previous life, he might have backed down, but now, he can't back down even a little bit.
However, in this state, Fu Que was able to feel the enhanced swordsman state of the Sinful Cloud Ink more clearly and realistically, which was an unexpected surprise.
……
The next morning.
As dawn broke, Fu Que opened his eyes.
After a night's rest, he had recovered most of his energy.
He got up, dressed, and pulled out a standard-issue waist knife from the shelf beside his bed, the sound of it striking the ground like waves crashing against a dam ringing out one after another.
The back two-finger grip chopping technique, known as the most energy-consuming sword and knife slashing method, allows for nearly twenty consecutive slashes with a waist knife in just the time it takes to flick the wrist!
call!
Fu Que couldn't help but take a step back, his back covered in a thin layer of sweat. He took a breath and found nothing unusual.
The direction is right. Continue to strengthen it in this way. Once you have accumulated enough experience, the next painting will depict an image of someone drawing a bow and shooting down the sun!
Fu Que felt much more at ease.
Pushing open the door, a damp chill mixed with faint sunlight rushed in.
The location of this medicinal herb field is quite good. It is not only easy to defend and difficult to attack, but also has a pool formed by underground channels. The mountain wall is also angled, which can block the towering trees and allow the sunlight to shine in.
"grown ups."
"grown ups."
The guards and servants who came and went all greeted Fu Que as he came out of the hut.
Fu Que nodded in response.
According to custom, Fu Que and his group could rest in the mountain stronghold for two days.
Today is the day for the servants in the medicinal herb field to harvest the herbs and load them onto carts. Qin Lie will lead the team to set off early tomorrow morning.
......
Meanwhile, in a luxurious courtyard within Gaoyang County.
In a secluded, quiet room.
The high-end mahogany long table was surrounded by people, with a light blue silk tablecloth and some gold decorations, making it a truly luxurious place.
Although the people seated were of different ages, they all had somber expressions, and their gazes were filled with suspicion and distrust.
"The Sanlipo route should no longer be used."
Li Hong looked at the man on the left side of the table, expressionless: "Be quick, don't deliver this order anymore, get rid of it all, and don't accept or send any more goods either. Go and get rid of anyone who knows about the Sanlipo line."