MTL - Journey To Longevity-Chapter 80 Scorpion Zerg

After Surabaya was governed by the two generations of Emperor Taizong and Gaozong of Yu State for more than 40 years, and after connecting the states of Yu State, there were more and more exchanges between the north and the south of Yu State. Not to mention the economic prosperity, the more important thing was the stability of the north and south of Yu State. Avoid repeating the mistakes of the past.

It would take nearly a day for Yu Guo to sail from Qingyuan City to Ping Town by boat along the river, even without stopping all the way, and the river is full of sails.

There are large ships here, including official ships for water transportation, with flags flying, and unimpeded passage; there are also merchant ships, with their own signboards, and they need to pay money when they pass the customs; People's black awning boats, fishing boats, and such small boats cannot go out of the ferry when the weather is high and the waves are rough.

Xu Liu, a wealthy businessman in Tonggan County, Xuzhou, and several businessmen and friends chartered a large ship of 500 materials. They bought a batch of high-quality porcelain from Qingyao in Qingzhou, and they were about to go back to Xuzhou to sell it.

He has been sailing for more than 30 days, holding brocade cloth in the cabin, and wiping a consecrated talisman he asked for from Master Daoguang of Tongji Temple. A 60th birthday gift for the old lady of the Xu family in Xuzhou.

Guy Xu took a food box and knocked on the cabin door, "Master, Master."

"Come in." After Xu Liu carefully put the talisman into the brocade box, he got up and opened the door and said.

The clerk came in with a bamboo food box, put two dishes, one meat and one soup on the table in turn, and finally put a large bowl of rice on it, and set the table and chopsticks.

Xu Liu picked up the chopsticks and looked at the guy who was about to go out, "Xu Shi, where is the boat now?"

"Boss, the boat has just passed Qingyuan City, and not far ahead is Ping Town. After passing by, it will take a day to reach Xuzhou."

Hearing that he was about to arrive in Xuzhou, the rich businessman who was eager to go home showed a smile on his face, and the tiredness accumulated from traveling for more than a year also dissipated a lot at this moment.

Zhang Shiping drove the Qingling ancient boat to fly in the sky for a long time, and walked straight all the way, seeing the boats in the Surabaya Canal below, without deliberately using the sky eye, he saw that the boats below were all a black mass, not much different in size.

The aura of the ancient Qingling boat was even brighter, and its speed suddenly increased a lot. It quickly passed these boats. After burning incense, he chose a hill a few miles away from Nanping Mountain to stop.

Zhang Shiping looked inside the mountain, chose the right direction, and hurried towards it. Along the way, he searched with his spiritual sense, but after his spiritual sense detected a small mountain guarded by a formation, he quickly restrained his spiritual sense.

At the foot of Nanping Mountain, the nearest village to this mountain is called Shangping Village. A few teenagers with machetes and bamboo baskets went up the mountain to chop firewood and see if they could kill some young hares.

Several teenagers were laughing and laughing, and their family specially told them not to climb to the top of the mountain, and they responded with a smile.

They have heard itchy ears since they were young about the fact that once they go up to the top of Nanping Mountain, they will not be able to return.

When I was young, there were children in the village who ran up the mountain mischievously, but did not come back. The five villagers who went up the mountain to look for people, went up the mountain and disappeared, but they scared the people in the village.

In the nearby county town, some martial arts practitioners heard about the strangeness here, relying on their own skills and courage, several groups came here and there, but none came out. Since then, the top of Nanping Mountain has become a forbidden place.

But that's it. From time to time, some people who are not afraid of death come over, looking for excitement.

Nothing bad happened to the villagers chopping firewood at the foot of the mountain and catching some wild animals. These teenagers are already sensible, and they will cut firewood at the bottom of the mountain at most, and they will never go to the top of the mountain.

After Zhang Shiping entered the mountain, he moved around in the woods, like a gust of wind, with a lot of speed.

When he came to the stronghold of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect, Zhang Shiping was much more cautious. He used the lightness technique to restrain his spiritual pressure as much as possible.

The monk's detection method is not limited to the divine sense. Zhang Shiping saw a few teenagers chopping firewood in the mountain. All of them had yellow and black faces, calluses on their hands, and worn straw sandals on their feet. The important thing is that these people There is no mana on him.

However, just in case these people were mortal eyeliners arranged by the Ten Thousand Blood Cult in the mountain, Zhang Shiping was on the top of the tree, he speeded up, and disappeared from the spot in a flash, making a slight noise, and a few leaves fell from the treetop.

"Er Leng, San Er, do you feel that it was cold just now?" Qian Da, a young man with a more sensitive sense, looked up at the crown of the tree, then turned around, and said nervously.

Among these few teenagers, they knew that Qian Da's sense was very accurate. Over the years, they encountered dangers like poisonous snakes and wild wolves several times. It was thanks to Qian Da's warning in advance that they were able to save themselves from danger.

Qian San and Er Lengzi looked at Qian Da's nervous appearance. Although they didn't feel anything wrong, they also instantly felt cold behind them.

"How about, let's go down the mountain, this mountain is really evil!" The two suggested in a low voice, turning their heads to look around, for fear that something strange would come out.

The three of them hurriedly bundled the cut branches into bundles, each with two small loads of firewood, and walked down the mountain quickly carrying them.

Zhang Shiping just found out that these people have no magic power, he didn't find that there is a mortal here with such a keen sense. A young man like this probably has spiritual roots, and may have a special physique. Otherwise, with the intuition of mortals, he would not be able to detect that the foundation-building cultivator who restrains his breath is the spiritual sense of a cultivator in the Qi training period. Not as sharp either.

But it's a pity that this person lived in a small village like Shangping Village, and there were no immortal cultivators to identify the spiritual root. After decades, he was born and died here like other villagers.

Zhang Shiping quickly moved forward in the mountain forest, and after passing halfway up the mountain, he immediately slowed down and walked up for a while.

There are formations around the top of the mountain. After Zhang Shiping entered, he swept away his consciousness. This formation is similar to the ordinary Fangshi formation. In the formation, turn left and turn right~www.novelbuddy.com~ with a dazed and terrified look, and then slowly walk along the edge of the formation on the top of the mountain.

In a wooden house on the top of the mountain, there were several monks with bone faces sitting in the formation. One of them opened his eyes, flashed violently, took out a copper bell from the storage bag, and shook it.

Two Ten Thousand Blood Sect disciples wearing ochre-colored clothes outside the house opened the door and came in. Looking at the bone-faced man sitting around Master Hao Zhen, panic flashed in their eyes, and they tried to calm down and asked in a deep voice: "Master Hao Zhen, What's the matter with summoning disciples?"

"A bug has come in from the northwest of the formation under the mountain, go and get rid of him." Master Hao's voice was sharp and piercing, and the two disciples hurried out after hearing it.

Watching the two disciples go out, Master Hao Zhen said again: "Remember to bring me the corpse, my little bug has been very hungry recently." A disciple was covered in cold sweat.

"Student obeys." The two disciples quickly walked towards the northwest, they didn't want to become insect food.

Inside the house, the Master Hao made a buzzing sound, and then a creaking sound, crawling out of the surrounding bone-faced people, similar to spiders, but with a scorpion-tailed hook behind them.

A few of them squeezed out from under the mask, and the mask fell to the ground. Half of the face of the bone-faced man was **** and bloody, and one of the eyeholes was empty. Speak up.

Following Hao Zhenshi's call, the man's neck bulged with a big lump. A blood-red blood scorpion spider, more than twice the size of ordinary scorpion spiders, first crawled out with a few spider legs, and then it was still bloody. , squeezed out, and clambered to Master Hao's hand.

In a blink of an eye, more than a hundred ordinary scorpion spiders and five blood scorpion spiders crawled into his sleeves and attached themselves to his flesh.