Chapter 162 My General Helps Every Dream (4000+ Asking for Monthly Tickets) North courtyard, On the roof and on the ground, human figures are scattered. There were also crowds of people around the villa, attracted by the huge noise and exclaiming in surprise. At this moment, above the villa, the tornado that seemed to connect heaven and earth, along with the disintegration of the blood-red sword, also dissipated into wisps of clouds, and in a blink of an eye, the sky returned to clearness. Not long after, the door of a room in the courtyard creaked open, and a figure walked out! He was wearing a white robe with a golden collar that represented the chief of a peak, his hair was a bit messy, and his eyes were bloodshot. It was Ji Wuming, the chief disciple of Canghai Peak of Shushan Sword Sect! He has now opened up the twelve mystical orifices in his body, and his sword skills have been at the peak of the physical mystical realm for two years. He tried to break through the barriers several times, but failed because he lacked stamina. Yesterday, he was fortunate to receive a drop of blood from a demon from the Ninth Mountain General, which contained a large amount of pure essence. He was eager to make a move, so after staying here last night, he adjusted his breathing and could not wait to start attacking the fourth barrier. This is how the scene is now! At this moment, bloodshot veins were throbbing in his eyes, and he looked quite unwilling and frustrated. Just a little bit closer! He was almost able to succeed, but failed in the end. A drop of precious blood of the Heavenly Gate Demon was wasted. I don't know when I will come across such a rare treasure again. at this time,

"Brush brush" Several sounds of breaking through the air came. The first to take the lead were the four Shushan Sword Sect disciples who were guarding around them. "Brother, are you okay?" The four junior brothers, seeing Ji Wuming looking somewhat embarrassed and discouraged, wanted to say a few words to comfort him, but they knew that anything they said at this time would seem pale and powerless. After all, breaking through the fourth level was a matter of heaven and earth. Failing in public, he did not know how much pressure he was under. "Brother Ji, what a pity!" "It's almost there. If the master gave me more blood and essence yesterday, I might have succeeded in breaking through." "Yes, otherwise, we would have one more Tianguan master in Shushan, which would make the current situation even more difficult." The fellow Shushan Taoists who came with him also shook their heads and sighed. Ji Wuming failed to break through the barrier. Although he was discouraged, he knew that he had practiced martial arts and had been tempered a lot. He had his own demeanor. He put away some of his emotions and waved his hand. "Brother Dao, please don't say anything nonsense. The fact that the General Zhonglang gave me a drop of demon blood is already a great favor. How can you even think of anything else? You can't say that anymore." As he said this, he exhaled a breath of foul air, "It's also because I haven't practiced enough, otherwise everything will come naturally!" But just as he finished speaking, a slightly harsh voice with a hint of weirdness was heard. "Oh, Brother Ji, you almost succeeded in becoming a master of the Heavenly Gate. What a pity!" I saw several people wearing light green robes with flying dragon patterns on their collars on a white background walked into the courtyard. Leading the way was a man with narrow eyes, a protruding belly, and eight feet tall. He clasped his fists towards the front, said it was a pity, but smiled with his eyes squinted. "It's Qian Kun from the Jade Dragon Palace." Someone whispered this man's name. It was said that he was known as the Smiling Tiger in the martial arts world. He would smile at you one second, but would strike you ruthlessly and bury you with a smile in the next. He was a core disciple of the Yulong Palace and had made a name for himself in the martial arts world. Many people were unwilling to provoke him. Afterwards, there were faint whispers coming from all around, and it seemed that there was some grudge here. However, several Shushan Sword Sect disciples, seeing this group of people making sarcastic remarks, could not help but frown and said coldly: "Qian Kun, you were defeated by my senior brother in the Shushan Dao Discussion Arena. You refused to accept the defeat and used despicable means, but you still lost. My senior brother didn't argue with your Jade Dragon Palace at that time, so it's fine. But now you come here to make sarcastic remarks. What qualifications do you have?"

When these words were spoken, some people who were unaware suddenly realized. The Shushan Forum is a sect forum held in Shushan. It invites disciples from aristocratic families to compete with each other, improve their martial arts skills, and discover potential disciples. It is held every three years and is considered a major event that sweeps across the Shu martial arts world. And the most recent one was the year before last! Obviously, from what he heard, this smiling tiger from the Yulong Palace lost to Ji Wuming in the Shushan Dao Arena two years ago, and seemed to have lost face, so he came up and made a sarcastic statement. It seems that this is a huge loss of face. Otherwise, who would be willing to get close to someone when they have failed to break through and are emotionally unstable? That would clearly mean they want to make an enemy! After all, Ji Wuming is not just any nobody, he is a master at the peak of physical realm. Moreover, he is the chief disciple of Canghai Peak of Shushan Sword Sect, with Canghai Peak and even the entire Shushan Sword Sect at his back! He is a huge monster that not everyone can touch. However, Qian Kun of Yulong Palace heard that the Shushan Sword Sect disciples were not polite at all, but he did not get angry but laughed instead, his eyes narrowed even more fiercely, and he laughed and rubbed his teeth. "Really? I don't think so. If I had the blood essence of the Tianguan demon, you probably wouldn't talk to me like this." "What a pity to waste the demon's blood." The man sighed, and then his eyes fell on Ji Wuming, "I just heard that the demon's blood was given to you by a general. It seems that this gentleman has made a mistake, haha." This core disciple of the Jade Dragon Palace laughed wantonly, without caring at all. Ji Wuming's expression did not change, but there was a flash of sword light in his eyes, and there was a surge of sword intent. He knew that this fellow named Qian Kun was by no means a reckless person, but took advantage of the fact that he had just failed to break through the barrier and his internal energy was unstable, and deliberately said some trash talk to provoke him and force him to take action. Then he thought of defeating him, either to avenge the old grudge or to step on his reputation as the chief disciple of Shushan to rise to the top. His intentions were definitely deep. But if he did not take action and allowed this person to shout at him, as the chief of a peak, he would bring shame to the reputation of the Shushan Sword School. "buzz" A cold light gathered in his eyes, and a sword sound rose from his body into the sky. Strong winds blew around, and clothes rustled. The next second, a sharp sword intent emanated from his body and rushed straight into the sky, as if the whole person had turned into a sharp sword! When Qian Kun saw this scene, his narrowed eyes flashed with brilliance. Good, that suits him just fine. He laughed, "If you want to fight, I'll accompany you to the end. It's a good opportunity to see what kind of person this so-called Shushan chief is." As he spoke, he stepped his feet downwards, and his sturdy body swelled up. A violent aura gushed out of his body, and bronze lines spread rapidly from his neck to his face, forming a strange tattoo and making the surface of his skin glow with a metallic luster. Two auras at the peak of the body level suddenly rose up, and the atmosphere instantly became tense. Then, two figures suddenly stood up! "A fight is about to break out!" someone whispered. The scattered figures around him instantly focused his attention. But at this moment, the crisp sound of horse hooves suddenly came. "tread" "tread" On the top of Genting Mountain, a huge black horse was seen stepping on a flying flag and flying down into the air.

Above, a soldier in iron armor shining coldly was riding his horse straight towards the courtyard! "Herod" With a long neigh, the horse's hooves were raised high. I saw the soldier above holding the reins, raising his body upwards, tilting his head to the side, looking down with burning eyes, and speaking in a majestic voice: "Pass on my general's order." "Ji Wuming!" Below, Ji Wuming, with his sword aura surging, saw this soldier with cold eyebrows and noble aura, and remembered that this man was at the forefront of the troops who lined up to welcome the Ninth Mountain General outside Jinguan City yesterday. He suddenly thought of something, his face was slightly startled, and he immediately stopped his sword energy and bowed. "exist!" "The general saw you knocking on the gate just now. The general does not want to see a Shu hero like you become depressed. Moreover, at this moment, there are demons all around, so he specially sent me to deliver something to help you!" Immediately, Yun Tiansheng said, waving his hand. The next second, a sharp crow's cry of "cackle" suddenly filled the sky. Two balls of red blood light rose up in the wind, and in an instant turned into two black birds about ten feet long, surrounded by blood light, circling and flying down, and finally turned into two drops of crystal blood the size of date pits, as bright as rubies. A huge amount of pure essence is contained in it, which is exactly the same as the drop of blood essence of the Tianguan demon before! "Heavenly Gate Essence Blood!" There were low cries coming from below, followed by burning gazes focused on it. The two drops of demon blood swirled and landed in front of Ji Wuming, causing his originally sharp gaze to become stunned, and his breathing could not help but be choked. this. I don't know what to tell him anymore. One drop of the demon's blood was enough to allow him to break through successfully. Now with two drops, his breakthrough would be just around the corner. I clearly didn't do anything for the General. I just showed due courtesy, but I was treated with such courtesy. My heart was in turmoil and my eyes were quite uneasy. On the opposite side, Qian Kun, the core disciple of Yulong Palace, saw this scene, his eyes widened, his expression froze for a moment, and then he gritted his teeth, his eyes red. I am roaring in my heart, why? Why give such a good thing to this guy? Why not give it to me? He was extremely jealous and really wanted to snatch the demon's blood, but this was Yunding Mountain and he could only watch. At this time, Ji Wuming put the two drops of demon blood into his sleeves, bowed slightly, and said solemnly: "Please tell the General Zhonglang a message for me. I will remember your kindness today." "No, sir, I just hope that Shu can have more power in the future to protect the four directions!" As he spoke, Yun Tiansheng took a deep look from high in the sky. Then, he pulled the reins to steer the horse. After a neigh, he galloped quickly towards Yunding Mountain and soon disappeared. At this moment, above the courtyard, Ji Wushuang's heart was shaken. After a while, he suddenly turned his head and stared at the ugly-looking Qian Kun from the Yulong Palace, his eyes filled with fighting spirit. "Let's continue!" After saying that, a sword energy broke through the air. At this time, on the top of the ninth mountain, Yun Tiansheng came to report. He got off his horse and took a few steps forward, "General, the things have been delivered." Chen Yuan nodded, "I see."

At this time, Liu Qing, who was standing next to him, looked towards the north, his eyes hesitant, and said, "General, you have already bestowed three drops of precious demon blood on this sect disciple. Isn't that a bit too precious?" Chen Yuan laughed, "It's okay. The first drop was given because I admire this person. As for the two drops, what's the harm in using them to gain a reputation?" "We only have three days left. How many soldiers can we recruit in three days? Now so many disciples from aristocratic families have gathered here. If I can gain a reputation, through word of mouth from these people, I should be able to recruit talented people to join my camp! All in all, it's a good deal!" "Now, I have asked Commander Pei for as many weapons, equipment, and horses as possible. I have no shortage of money. The next task for the three of you is to gather as many troops as possible. Do you have any objections?" The three of them were silent. "Then pass my order down!" Chen Yuan waved his hand. "Yes!" The three men stepped forward to receive the order, but the last captain, Lu Ming, suddenly spoke up: "General, before I came here, your old subordinate Gongsun Yang said he wanted to see you!" "Let him come here!" "Yes" The three of them went down the mountain. Chen Yuan stood on the top of the mountain, quietly watching the movements in the courtyard on the north side of Yunding Mountain. After about half a cup of tea, his eyebrows raised. The following battle has been decided! The chief disciple of the Shushan Sword School won! Just then, a familiar voice came from behind, "Sir!" Gongsun Yang appeared, changing out of his washed-out Confucian robe and into a suit of chain mail. This storyteller, who used to travel around and seemed a bit lazy and casual, now put on armor and followed the march. His temperament has changed a little, and he has the feeling of an old horse waiting to be stable. It was seen that this storyteller, who had obviously reached the peak of Tixuan cultivation but was now working as an idler in the Ninth Mountain, had a tinge of jumping emotions in his eyes. As soon as he came forward and bowed, he looked into Chen Yuan's eyes and said hurriedly: "Sir, I have something to say!" Chen Yuan looked at his expectant eyes and couldn't help but laugh: "Mr. Gongsun, I know what you are thinking?" "Which part of your "Legend of the Suppressing Demons" have you written yet?" When Gongsun Yang heard this, his eyes immediately became excited. "My Lord, it's the fifth part!" Then he counted on his fingers towards Chen Yuan, listing them like the back of his hand. "Two volumes of "The Legend of the Demon Suppressor - Qingshan County", one volume of "Baidicheng", one volume of "Tianxiongguan", and now I am writing "Jinguancheng". " "Sir, now that Jinguan City is so bustling, it's a good time to publish the book. I heard that you are going to confer titles, so the time and place are right." Gongsun Yang talked about it with great interest, and was obviously eager to make a move. After all, his way of cultivation depended on this to become stronger. Chen Yuan patiently listened to the storyteller's excited description, and when it was almost finished, he spoke: "Chen, I understand what you mean. You think this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it can even spread throughout Jiannan Road, right?" Gongsun Yang nodded.

Chen Yuan shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "I have just entered Jinguan City. I am not yet at the point where everyone in the world doesn't know me. Mr. Gongsun, you are too impatient. The time has not come yet." "But I do have an idea that I want to tell you." Ever since Chen Yuan cultivated the supernatural power of the Dharma Eye and tasted the incense brought by Gongsun Yang's Dharma, he has always kept this storyteller in mind. Especially the last time at Tianxiong Pass and Xiahou Yuan! He vaguely grasped a point. As long as someone has read the book "Ping Yao Zhuan" about himself, his name will leave an impression in the other person's mind. When the other person subconsciously calls his name, his Dharma Eye will be able to sense it. He later asked someone to conduct an experiment and confirmed it personally. Three days later, when the troops were about to be dispatched, Chen Yuan was thinking that perhaps this book "Pingyao Biography" would have an unexpected effect! (End of this chapter)