pertwk Chapter 170 Surveying Mountains and Terrain, Zhang Jingqing: Hurry up and finish this chapter!
Chapter 170 Surveying Mountains and Terrain, Zhang Jingqing: Hurry up and finish this chapter!
As Lü Qian walked through the mountains, a group of people dressed as scholars by the roadside did not attract his attention. However, when the awkward syllables came from their mouths, he immediately slowed down after hearing just one sentence.
He turned to look at the group of people fiddling with instruments and blueprints, sketching mountains and terrain. Upon closer inspection, their facial features exuded an awkward feeling, an impression that immediately made Lü Qian realize their identities.
"Japanese spy."
The Japanese had long coveted China. As early as the end of the last century, they sent a large number of spies to infiltrate the country and secretly carry out espionage activities. They surveyed and mapped mountains and rivers and learned about the local landscape in preparation for future wars.
"Now it's 1930, so the incident in Northeast China will happen next year."
Lu Qian glanced northeast for a moment, then turned and walked toward the group of Japanese scholars.
"Stand and stop!" (Stop!)
"Stop standing your grandma's legs."
Lu Qian, who had once performed a soul-searching on Lady Butterfly, naturally learned the Japanese language. It wasn't difficult to speak; it could be considered a dialect.
He didn't stop walking. With a flick of his whisk, his three thousand white hairs transformed into steel blades and sharp swords, sweeping away the two Japanese men who were blocking his way, leaving them bleeding and lying on the roadside.
On the other side, seeing Lü Qian's menacing approach, the Japanese who were fiddling with the instruments all put down their tasks. Some of them hid a pile of manuscripts behind their backs, while others pulled out pistols from their waists and pulled the triggers on Lü Qian.
Their actions showed that these people were well-trained and could be considered a small squad of soldiers.
"Die!" (Go to death!)
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
From several dark gun barrels, bursts of fire suddenly flashed, and several bullets, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, rushed towards Lü Qian in the blink of an eye.
【The Seventy-Two Transformations of the Wind • Transforming into Wind】
With a thought, Lü Qian's body became ethereal, transforming into a wisp of wind that rushed towards the bullets coming from all directions around him.
The gentle breeze, invisible and formless, carried the bullets, blazing with fire, unimpeded as they flew through the wind into the distance.
"Reciprocity is key."
The gentle breeze that Lü Qian had transformed into suddenly became sharp, like a swift blade of wind swirling through the crowd. In the blink of an eye, it brushed past the men who were blocking his way with guns, revealing countless wounds on their bodies.
These wounds were so deep that the bone was visible, and the flesh and blood were torn apart by the wind blades, resembling a cluster of blood-red flowers in full bloom.
"この人は风魔だ!" (This person is a wind demon!)
The remaining spies, hiding behind the crowd and clutching their manuscripts and equipment, watched their comrades fall to the ground in the blink of an eye. Crimson flowers bloomed before their eyes, and they turned to run, but a sharp gust of wind swept through the air, carrying flesh and corpses towards them.
"ah--"
A swift gust of wind swept from back to front, instantly engulfing the people who had fallen behind. Blood mixed with fragments of manuscript paper and equipment splattered out.
Only one Japanese man dressed as a middle-aged professor remained on the scene, protected by the dead spies. He appeared to be the leader of their small team.
He turned to look at the spy squad lying in pools of blood, his eyes flashing with hatred. He ran frantically, clutching a pile of manuscripts, and in his panic, he even threw off one of his shoes.
"Whoosh—"
Before the leading Japanese man could run a few steps, a golden sword beam appeared from the void and slashed towards him at the waist.
"Sir, help me!" (Sir, save me!)
He looked at the sword light slashing towards him, suddenly closed his eyes, and threw a bead in his hand.
The bead was jet black, with a faint scarlet tinge in its ink-like color. The moment it was thrown, obscure runes flowed across its surface, forming a protective shield that enveloped the Japanese.
"Snap!"
The golden sword light swept through everything in its path, shattering the rune shield into dust. The sharp and fierce sword energy continued its relentless advance, striking the Japanese soldier.
"what!"
A flash of sword light, and the running Japanese man was cut in half at the waist and fell to the ground.
"Oh no... Banzai!"
As he lay dying, his eyes gradually became unfocused, and he muttered to himself, but like the fanatics Lu Qian had encountered before, he still managed to shout out his last words with all his might.
"Hooray, my ass!"
In the void, a vortex appeared, and Lü Qian walked out of the vortex with his sword in hand. He kicked the face that was contorted with rage and fanaticism.
"Damn, if it weren't for the soul-searching technique, I would have just chopped your head off with this sword."
He spat at the last remaining Japanese man who was still shouting, somewhat recklessly.
As he spoke, a blue light shone from Lü Qian's hand, transforming into a large hand that covered the Japanese man's face.
"Whoosh—"
A hazy blue light swirled around him, and Lü Qian searched and perused streams of information as the Qi flowed.
【Separation • Blazing Flame】!
After the soul search was completed, Lü Qian waved his sleeve, summoning scorching flames, and used his magic to incinerate all the remaining corpse fragments.
He stood before the raging fire, watching the corpses reduced to ashes by the intense heat, his mind replaying everything he had learned from the soul search.
"This war truly began a long time ago."
The protective technique thrown out by the leading Japanese man was a talisman made by an Onmyoji. Although it was a common item, it showed the fate of the other person.
The Japanese have long coveted China, and now that China is in turmoil, they have finally found their opportunity.
The team of spies who died at Lü Qian's hands were ordered to sketch the terrain of the Qinling Mountains and outline its mountains and rivers in preparation for future wars.
"With the nation in peril, I don't care whether you are extraordinary beings or not; if you are beasts, then you should be killed."
The flames gradually subsided, and the ashes within were swept away by the heat wave. Lü Qian shook the whisk in his hand, turned around, and resumed his journey towards Wudang.
"There are still quite a few beasts waiting for this humble monk ahead."
……
On the other side, at the foot of Wudang Mountain
The short Zhou Meng carried a blue cloth bundle on his back and walked steadily down the mountain road, silently watching the noisy two people in front of him.
"Zhou the Big Monkey, what kind of madness did Master go through this time after finishing his practice?"
Hong Yin glanced at the taciturn Zhou Meng behind him, a flash of indignation in his eyes, but it quickly turned into deep confusion. He turned to Zhou Sheng beside him and asked.
"They actually sent us to deliver a Wudang disciple's ordination certificate to someone we'd never even heard of. What's even stranger is that they put that person under Zhou Xiaohouzi's name."
Zhou Sheng, wearing a straw hat and a loosely draped Taoist robe, glanced at Hong Yin and said, "It's better than that crazy guy who beats us up after we finish practicing."
"As for Master's actions, there must be a deeper meaning behind them. Let's just go with the flow and find a suitable person to give the ordination certificate to, and that will be the end of it."
"Who knows, the three of us might even leave our names in this story, so that future generations can look back on it. Let me think, are there any historical anecdotes about this kind of messenger delivery?"
As he spoke, he looked up at the sky, half-closing his eyes in thought.
"Zhou Meng, do you know why Master registered this guy named Lü Qian under your name?"
Seeing Zhou Sheng's nonchalant expression, Hong Yin immediately calmed down. After all, he was right; after driving away their sugar daddy, at least their master didn't punish them today.
"I have no idea."
Zhou Meng honestly shook his head. The blue cloth bundle behind him swayed with his movement. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Master told us to hurry up. Isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to leisurely descend the mountain like this?"
"What if we miss some opportunity? How will we explain that to our master?"
"Hey, Zhou Xiaohouzi, you still don't understand your master. Besides, opportunities can't be forced. With me, Zhou Sheng, divining and predicting all the way, we can't go wrong."
Zhou Sheng lowered his head and counted on his fingers. "As the old saying goes, it's better to be lucky than early. My divination can also lead us to a lucky coincidence."
"Hmm, why can't I figure it out?"
A moment later, Zhou Sheng, who had been so confident, suddenly stopped his fingers. He stared in astonishment at the divination result in his hand, and tried to divine a few more times in defiance, but still couldn't figure anything out.
"Then let's hurry up and leave."
Zhou Meng shook his head. This big monkey in front of him was always unreliable. Yesterday, he drove away his sugar daddy, and last month he even delayed the mountain's purchasing, causing his fellow disciples to go hungry for two days.
After saying that, he stepped forward, chose a small path according to his mind, and headed towards the Qinling Mountains.
"Hey, don't rush off like that, I'm very reliable."
"Go to hell with you, Zhou the Monkey. If you're reliable, I'll write my name Hong Yin backwards."
……
On the other side, at the foot of Longhu Mountain
"Master, I'm setting off now. Please don't miss me too much."
Zhang Zhiwei waved his sleeve at the old celestial master Zhang Jingqing, then turned around, shook the white leather bundle on his body, and strode down the mountain.
"Stop thinking about it, let's get going, or we'll miss out on everything this time."
Zhang Jingqing kicked Zhang Zhiwei, who was about to say goodbye to the other disciples, off the mountain path. "With your dawdling nature, be careful you won't even make it to the feast in time."
"They might not even be able to get on the table."