AWB Chapter 128 Your Protection Fee
Chapter 128 Your Protection Fee
Zhang Song frowned. He arrived at the academy a few days in advance and didn't think about keeping it a secret.
The aristocratic families of this era were like independent kingdoms, controlling several large cities. Some of them even controlled the appointment and dismissal of generals in those large cities.
Zhenshan City is a wild and remote outer city on the frontier, but tea, herbs, matches, etc. are indispensable and are the main source of foreign trade.
The three of them all wanted to follow Zhang Song. They all knew very well that the family would definitely prepare some resources for forming a pill.
If successful, they will be trained intensively; if unsuccessful, they will either be sent out to be a county governor, or they will go somewhere peacefully to earn resources for the family.
To be honest, Zhang Song just likes this kind of directness.
He smiled amiably: "If anyone has new fourth-order materials, I can buy them and give you some appropriate suggestions."
Zhou Sheng raised his hand, and immediately someone flew over from a distance, holding a piece of five-colored soil in his hand.
“It’s a little worse, but it’s barely enough.”
"He looked at Zhou Sheng and the protectors around him, narrowed his eyes, and casually pointed his finger to the southeast: "Go there. Stick to your heart, you may not get the chance to condense the pill, but you can also get a chance to go further."
"Haha, Master Zhang, you are right. Goodbye. Please continue. I will see how many people believe it."
Chu Mu was wearing armor. She came from a family of generals. Like Qiu Biao, she had seen strong men and liars, and she had read countless books in her family's collection.
She believed in the judgment of the family's priests, but seeing is believing. She was holding a secret treasure, and she didn't feel that there was any aura in this man that made her shine.
Even that ordinary and common feeling made her feel as if she was seeing the playboy in her third aunt's family.
E Xifeng is quiet and gentle, with confident and bright eyes, a wolf nose, and thin lips. He looks a bit mean and severe.
"This is a gift from my students." E Xifeng took out an inkstone, a fourth-grade purple clay inkstone, only the size of a goose egg. It looked like black jade and glowed brightly.
"You should go there too, it's a very good resource."
Zhang Song would not explain too much. He pinched the aura of the two people and could sense any accidents.
He did not rush to the central area, but walked slowly. Looking around, he saw shattered houses, damaged palaces, and broken bricks and tiles covering the ground.
The huge stone pillar stood alone in the ground.
Some places are covered with weeds and vines.
What attracted him most was the criss-crossing cracks in the distance, which were unfathomable.
In the very center is a huge dead tree, blocking out the sky and even the sun, as if blocking out the light from the sky.
Under the trees are various buildings, with roots and branches serving as bridges across the cracks.
These students worked in groups and rushed towards the dead tree.
He stood on a dead branch that was more than three meters wide and very hard. Even a level three warrior would have difficulty breaking it with all his strength.
There are some blurred array patterns on it, which should be used to strengthen the bearing capacity of the dead branches.
He pointed his finger downwards, and a giant black snake emerged, with white eyes and a triangular head.
puff!
Its head split open, its body twitched, and he threw it into the Immortal Palace.
Middle stage of level two, good at hiding, and extremely poisonous.
With a thought, his shoulder split open and a white moth flew down.
Keep flying downwards.
On both sides of the crack are damp stones and dark green moss.
Black vipers were either coiled or roaming around.
After diving more than 2,000 meters, we saw a huge pit viper with a slightly bulging head and each scale was as big as a pot lid.
The viper looked at the moth.
Zhang Song immediately flew back slowly. These cracks were really bottomless and even the water layer could not be seen.
The viper hesitated slightly, then looked upward with its white eyes.
Zhang Song then walked towards the center of the tree.
Occasionally, when I see some houses that I like, I will go in to take a look.
Hengshan Sect, inner gate!
He found quite a few books and put them away, intending to read them slowly when he got home.
He discovered that the houses built under the tree roots were luxuriously decorated. They should be the residences of disciples of high status, or important palaces.
A day later, he had reached the foot of the giant tree.
Suddenly, the body leaped up and rushed towards one of the branches.
After a few breaths, a figure appeared.
"Senior, please be careful." Zhou Sheng showed joy on his face and quickly reminded.
An old man holding a sword beside him was fending off the attacks of two corpse puppets.
The clothes of the corpse puppets are very ancient, and their aura is above level three.
The attack was well-planned, making the old man with the sword look very embarrassed.
"There's something wrong with their bodies. They can't be beaten. They're not ordinary corpse puppets."
The old man was Zhou Ding's protector and had served as a captain in the army. He was very skilled in swordsmanship and was highly regarded by Marquis Pingxi, who hired him as a servant in his home.
"puff!"
Zhang Song walked over and smashed the opponent's head with a punch. He turned around and appeared behind another corpse puppet. He reached out and grabbed the corpse puppet and broke its neck.
He reached out and took off the storage bags and bamboo identity tags from the two people.
"Hengshan, inner courtyard!"
"Thank you, senior." Zhou Sheng was still frightened. He avoided the corpse puppets on the ground and said curiously, "Why are there corpse puppets here? Why didn't the people who explored it the first two times mention it?"
He reached out and probed the two bodies.
For a genuine practitioner of magic, although the golden elixir in his body no longer has any vitality, it is still moderate and peaceful.
"That's a trading pavilion. I just approached it and encountered this." Zhou Sheng was still frightened.
Zhang Song became interested. Many high-value items were sealed in jade boxes or sealed in some special instruments. Even after three or four hundred years, they could still remain active.
"Have a look."
This is a three-story building. Although it is built on the waist of a tree, it is still made of red bricks and green tiles, and there are traces of a protective array at the door.
It was very messy inside, with collapsed shelves, rotten wooden boxes, and some corpses.
I walked up to the second floor and it was still a mess. There were sixteen corpses in the small room.
"They were killed by the same person." The old man was a little excited. A sword cultivator, the murderer was a sword cultivator.
This is not only an opportunity for Young Master Zhou Sheng, but also his opportunity.
Third floor!
There was only one corpse. Although it was unknown how long he had been dead, it was still possible to vaguely see that he was a middle-aged man with a look of sorrow and anger on his face.
Late stage of Golden Elixir!
Zhou Sheng looked at Zhang Song, feeling uneasy.
"You guys go look for yours." He slowly approached the corpse sitting cross-legged on the ground.
His eyes flashed black and white, and after a slight hesitation, he released a ray of spiritual consciousness into the other party's sea of consciousness.
It is very dangerous to enter someone else's sea of consciousness. In serious cases, the opponent may directly counterattack through his spiritual consciousness, just like Hu Sanlang who was killed by him that day.
The sea of consciousness has dried up and cracked, leaving only a wisp of burning sword intent, but just a wisp.
"found it."
Zhang Song saw that the sword cultivator's heart had been completely shattered into pieces.
This is simply impossible. A magic practitioner might be able to shatter the opponent's sea of consciousness from a long distance, but it is simply impossible to shatter the heart of a third-level sword practitioner in who knows where.
Just like the Black Feather King can use his spiritual sense to shatter my spiritual sense from a distance, but he cannot shatter my heart from a distance.
Zhou Sheng and the other man stood aside respectfully.
Zhang Song looked up and said with a smile, "Copy a copy of the books on martial arts secrets and techniques for me, and keep the rest for yourselves."
Zhou Sheng wanted to speak, but Zhang Song waved his hand. He looked down on this thing, and Zhou Sheng looked down on it too.
The most precious thing is the inheritance and the information revealed in it.
The old man immediately came over and took out more than forty books from the ring.