Becoming a God from a Water Monkey

Chapter 1146 Wherever He Went, the Sun Shined and the Wind Blow (Part 2)

“It’s worth a try!”

Liang Qu clenched his fist and solemnly moved the frost-white long gas out of the "ration" area and into the "functional area".

The mechanism of silkworm cocoons is "bottoming out and rebounding," meaning that theoretically, the harder you press down, the harder they bounce back.

The only problem is how to eliminate the conflicting characteristics of different lengths of gas?
Looking for the Time Bug?

Liang Qu rubbed his chin, a sharp explosion faintly ringing in his ears.

In the past, all kinds of long qi were in the Ze Ding, and there was no such thing as the five difficulties. You could use whichever one you wanted and activate it, without consuming it on your body or triggering any conflicts with the long qi. When you advance to the Zhenxiang stage, you can fuse nine long qi, which is essentially the time insect weaving them into a single [Heavenly Dew].

Unlike the morning dew, which removes negative status effects and enhances recovery passively, the Heavenly Silkworm Cocoon requires him to use up its rebound effect. He couldn't help but worry about potential conflicts here.

The trouble should end it.

Although the insect can no longer integrate the long breath into the Qi Sea, there should be some kind of "secretion" that can alleviate or even counteract the conflict during the weaving process.

"Sigh, life is full of disappointments, if only I could stuff myself into a silkworm cocoon."

The main elements are "withered trees reviving in spring," "heavenly dew," and "the harmony of black and yellow," with the sun, ruyi (a symbol of good fortune), and the seasons as secondary elements.

The growing sun, the gentle moon, the seasons, the nourishment of heavenly waters, the vast and mysterious earth, and the perfect framework.

This unparalleled combination transformed a once-in-a-lifetime resurgence into a cyclical recovery that lasts for sixty years.

If the Heavenly Silkworm Cocoon had been added back then, Liang Qu would have been a Heavenly Silkworm lying on a tree. He would have essentially possessed an invincible mechanism that allowed him to become stronger through repeated heavy injuries. Just thinking about it makes my butt itch and I feel like I want to grow a tail.

"We also need to find a large piece of amber."

The gaze shifted from the frosty white long-lasting vapors to the brownish-yellow long-lasting vapors.

Of the five difficulties in absorbing qi, the difficulty in retaining it is one of them.

The tiger amber, which was intended to be traded with the imperial court for "rations" called Xuanhuang, needed to be transferred to a container.

When stealing... a fleeting glimpse, it should be pine resin, amber, and a complete tiger skin. These two items are not hard to find in the southern borderlands. The further south you go, the more tigers there are.

An old toad, accompanied by a fat catfish, roams the South China Sea.

Today's cooperation has been a great success.

The price for treasure hunting is a bit high, but it's safe and accurate.

Southern Zhili is full of dragons, and has a melting pot. They also have to consider the time cost of activities in the three parties, Da Shun and the underworld. They are essentially snatching food from the jaws of a tiger in the cracks, each getting what they need.

"The Third Prince!"

"Here." The little mirage dragon darted into the tent, saluted with one claw, its limbs taut. "Boss, what are your orders?"

"I'm leaving this to you. Bring it to the camp by tomorrow morning."

"Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!"

call out!
The little mirage dragon twisted, transformed into a streak of white light, flew out of the military camp, and disappeared into the forest to search for amber and tiger skin.

Liang Qu helped himself up, supporting himself on his knees.

Step out of the tent and bask in the sunset.

The sun slowly sank, its radiance touching the forest.

The forest was a deep reddish-brown, and the daytime heat gradually faded with the sea breeze.

A short, stout, grayish-brown venomous snake slithered inside a rock, its tongue flicking, while a centipede crawled out of the ground, its hundred legs gripping the rock.

The praying mantis on the leaf staggered and fell into a puddle. After soaking in the dirty water for a while, two horsehair worms tore open their bellies, intertwined, and explored to squeeze out.

All I could hear was the cacophony of flapping wings and the low buzzing of mosquitoes. The black flying insects were densely packed together, and when I looked up at the sky, they looked like pixels in an old photograph.

So many mosquitoes?
He squinted.

Snapped!
With a pinch of the index finger, the mosquito's wings were trapped, and it struggled at the fingertip.

Southern Xinjiang.

A kingdom of snakes, insects, rats, and ants.

Life flourishes.

The Prince of Nanhai's mansion has its own methods of repelling insects, and the Creation Treasure Ship is not something that ordinary mosquitoes can get close to.

He felt nothing when he was in his spirit form, but this was the first time Liang Qu had directly faced the “prosperity” of this creature.

As soon as a person comes out of the house, mosquitoes find a place to attach themselves, touching their face and bumping into their arms.

The impact was immense, like being skinned alive, standing bloodied and naked in the open wilderness, the wind blowing, both cold and hot, swollen and distended.

She stretched out her hand, and in just a few breaths, more than a dozen mosquitoes landed on Long Lingxiao's blue sleeve. Each one was the size of a fingernail and had white spots on it.

They extend their sharp, slender mouthparts, yet they can't pierce the skin no matter what they do.

One batch flies away, another batch arrives, it's always there.

With an empty hand, you could crush several of them to death.

Wow.

With a flick of his finger, Liang Qu unleashed a gust of wind that cleared a crescent moon without any "pixels" from the mosquitoes in the sky. The crescent was quickly replaced with a pixel, leaving no difference whatsoever.

Repeated three times, the ground was covered with a layer of dead insects, but nothing changed.

"My lord, it's no use." The guard in front of the tent tried to dissuade him, "That's how mosquitoes are in the Ten Thousand Mountains. Kill one batch, and another batch comes. It's endless. There are even Gu masters from the Southern Frontier who use supernatural powers to deliberately drive them over. Herbal medicine is useless. You'll never have peace and quiet."

"If we could get rid of them, there are hundreds of masters in Ha Long Bay, and more than three hundred in other places combined. They wouldn't be left until now. Fortunately, they're mostly ordinary mosquitoes and can't bite us. If you find it noisy, I can send someone to fumigate your tent with patchouli and mugwort. There won't be many tonight."

Liang Qu glanced at the halberd-wielding guards.

The guard thought he had said something wrong and was about to bow and apologize.

"If insects die, how can they be endless?"

The guard was speechless, unsure how to answer. "Endless" was indeed endless, but after a moment's thought, he tried to reply: "I've heard that a single mosquito can produce thousands of offspring. Perhaps that's why it's endless. I don't know if that's true or not."

No reply.

Thinking of Long Yao and Long Li constantly complaining in his ear that he might have inhaled mayflies and was full of worms, and that he had come to the Southern Frontier to suffer, Liang Qu rubbed his fingertips together and crushed the mosquitoes.

Look up at the sky.

"Did it rain yesterday?"

"Yes, it rained yesterday and the day before, but it shouldn't rain again in the next two days."

"Go and tell General Changhe Hou that it will rain soon. No matter what happens, don't panic. It's not an enemy attack."

"Rain...?" The guard couldn't help but look up at the remaining clouds. They weren't fish scales or sheep being herded, and the air wasn't stuffy. Apart from having to breathe hard and easily inhaling mosquitoes, it didn't look like it was going to rain tonight at all.

"go with!"

"Yes!"

The halberd-wielding guard stood with his feet together.

The soldiers were efficient; in about twenty breaths, or two minutes, Liang Qu saw soldiers scattering to give notice, and felt that it was about time.

"Wow."

The leaves rustled.

Thousands of treetops sway in the wind, forming layers of waves that bring coolness.

got windy.

The guards who obeyed the order stood still, staring blankly at the sky.

The orange-red sunset sank sharply downwards, its sunlight blocked by dark clouds. The crimson forest turned grayish-brown, tinged with a faint yellow light, and the air was filled with the damp, earthy smell of oil.

pat pat pat.

Large raindrops fell and seeped into the ground.

The snake retreated back into its burrow, and the centipede crawled back into the crevice in the ground.

Is it really raining?
This……

The halberd-wielding guard looked sharply at Liang Qu, finding it hard to believe that this ability to summon wind and rain was like that of the Dragon King. But soon, he realized something was wrong.

Water droplets fell from the leaves, tinged with a hint of scarlet.

He stretched out his hand, and red blood flowed down his fingers and gathered in his palm, his pupils dilating.

No.

It's not raining.

blood.

is blood.

Rain of blood!
There was a flash of white light.

Rumble.

The smell of the damp, earthy oil became stronger.

The torrential rain fell like a curtain, and mosquitoes fell like wheat being harvested.

No longer needing to worry about inhaling mosquitoes, the soldiers were initially flustered, but quickly remembered the earlier warning not to panic. They stopped, took off their helmets, and looked up at the sky.

Blood dripped onto her cheeks.

When I reached out to touch it, my skin felt like it had been smeared with chili peppers; it was a bit hot, but it didn't have much of an effect.

What a fierce rain!

Upon closer inspection, the mosquito didn't even touch the raindrops; it merely brushed past them before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.

However, the good weather didn't last long. The mosquitoes followed their instincts and hid in the tree canopy, in places where the rain couldn't reach them.

Seeing this, the excited guards gradually lost their composure and felt a pang of regret.

As expected, it was short-lived and only addressed the symptoms, not the root cause.

Years have passed, countless masters have consulted, and countless herbs have been tried, but nothing has worked. That's the power of mosquitoes.

It may seem insignificant, but it possesses the strongest vitality and will always find a way out. Even a hero like Marquis Xingyi cannot defeat it.

But soon, the halberd-wielding guards realized they were wrong.

In the open space in the center of the camp, Liang Qu quietly bathed in the blood rain. The red mist beneath his feet suddenly surged and spread violently, clinging to the ground, the tents, and the leaves, seeping into the wisps of mist that were originally unreachable!
Red mist permeated everything in sight and wherever you went—the tree canopy, the crevices in the ground, the rocks.

Five li, ten li, twenty li, fifty li... one hundred li!

Mosquitoes in half of eastern Ha Long Bay have died en masse!

Across the Red River.

The Gu Master from the Southern Frontier suddenly emerged from the village, gazing blankly at the rising, surging red mist that blotted out the sun on the horizon.

"what happened?"

"What kind of rain is this? What kind of fog is this?"

"Mayfly, how did my mayfly die? I can't sense it anymore!"

"Who did this? What kind of supernatural power is this? How can it cover such a vast area!"

"Da Shun actually possesses such supernatural powers."

For a full quarter of an hour, the ground and the pool were covered with a thick layer of dead mosquitoes and flying insects. Even the centipedes looked somewhat twisted and listless.

Inside the tent, the soldiers breathed in the air with almost greedy air, feeling refreshed and clean, without a single mosquito in sight!

Liang Qu exhaled a breath, which was like a whirlwind in the sky, blowing away the dark clouds and revealing a gap.

Wow.

The heavy rain stopped abruptly.

The sky, which was originally as clear as a pixel, was now filled with the golden glow of the setting sun.

The blood mist in the rain never stopped churning, forming a "sky curtain" that encircled an area of ​​fifty miles around the Red River in the center of Ha Long Bay, killing all mosquitoes.

A "clean zone" that has never appeared in southern Xinjiang for thousands of years!
"Comfortable."

The rain washes the leaves, releasing an incredibly refreshing plant fragrance.

Liang Qu looked at the puddle that had turned pale pink to the side. There used to be a dead praying mantis and two horsehair worms there, but now the horsehair worms were completely unresponsive and dead beyond any doubt.

A weakened version of [Blood Rain] combined with Tianwu's fog control makes it incredibly effective!

Large insects like centipedes and cicadas will only suffer a little.

It can be mosquitoes, flying insects, parasites, insect eggs, and the like.

Enough to kill someone instantly!

For dozens of miles around, even if mosquitoes from other places wanted to fly over to fill the gap, it would take them quite a while. Moreover, he left behind a twenty-meter-high fog wall, so virtually no natural mosquitoes would cross this high wall unless they were "unnatural".

The soldiers reached out their hands.

Clean air, clean hands.

With the surrounding humidity controlled, mosquitoes eliminated, and the evening breeze cool, it was surprisingly comfortable to be in the Shiwan Mountains during what should have been winter season.

This scene is unprecedented in the mountains of southern Xinjiang!

Long Yao and Long Li, who were hiding in the tent, pulled back the curtain and poked their heads out one after the other. They looked around for a while, sniffing around, and then smiled broadly, giving Liang Qu a thumbs up.

Liang Qu chuckled, patted the two men on the head, pushed them into the tent, and turned to look at the halberd-wielding guards.

"Let's go."

The guard with the halberd was taken aback at first, then saluted excitedly.

"Yes!"

The soldiers were in awe, and the forest was silent.

Wherever they went, it was quiet and peaceful.

The guard with the halberd took two quick steps, lifted the curtain first, and brought out a cool breeze from the ice platform inside the tent.

"Marquis of Xingyi, please!"

The main camp was dominated by a single, towering pillar. The tent itself was an astonishing 50 meters in diameter and 2,000 square meters in size, incredibly spacious. In the center was a large sand table, and Grandmasters were arriving one after another. Most of the supporters came from Pingyang, and only they were free of the mayflies that had gathered within them, allowing the Southern Frontier to keep track of their movements.

Step in.

When the masters took their seats and turned around, they all stood up and paid their respects. Those sitting in the middle would turn half their bodies to the side, move their stools aside, and make way for the passage.

There were no compliments, no exclamations, only the warmest welcome.

"Marquis of Xingyi!"

"Ah."

"Marquis of Xingyi!"

"it is good."

"Neither cold nor dry, no mosquitoes or insects. From today onwards, even Southern Zhili is not as comfortable as Southern Xinjiang."

"As long as it's useful."

"This kid is getting more and more outrageous..."

Xu Yuelong, seated in his seat, pondered silently.

He had never seen a master of such skill and cunning.

Is it really possible for the long-lasting breath of [Yuanliu] to cover hundreds of miles with clouds, rain, and mist?

It's practically supernatural.

No.

This is something that ordinary supernatural powers cannot do!

He nodded to those on either side, then stepped through the crowd, stood facing the sand table, and stood before them.

"Marquis of Xingyi".

"Marquis of Changhe".

"I have been stationed in the southern border for more than 30 years, and I have never breathed as easily as I do today, and my ears are so quiet."

The commander of Ha Long Bay, Hou Xuhaitao, was filled with emotion.

"As a newcomer, all I can do is kill mosquitoes; there's nothing else I can do."

"That's enough! Many masters can't stand this weather. Without the mosquitoes, their morale will surely soar! Besides, I read that article at noon word for word more than three times before lunch. It's truly insightful, truly insightful!"

Unlike Bei Ting He Ningyuan's capable and efficient nature, Xu Haitao was "broad and thick" in stature, with unkempt hair that spiked like a hedgehog. He had a smiling face and a more amiable appearance. Although he was over 150 years old, he was also at the pinnacle of enlightenment, a being wholly connected to heaven and earth, a being wholly connected to the heavens and earth.

"General, everyone's here," the guard reminded him.

Xu Haitao suddenly beckoned: "Stop talking! Quickly take a seat. Today's plan is for Marquis Xingyi to review it and see if there are any errors or omissions. Adjust it as soon as possible. The Southern Frontier has the aura of my Great Shun, and my Great Shun also has the aura of the Southern Frontier. The former Qinzhou South is this place, where there is a Southern Frontier Grandmaster..."

“I’m not an expert in military strategy,” Liang Qu said without looking at the map. “Leave the most difficult part to me.”

……

imperial capital.

The cold wind was biting, and the people huddled around the stove for warmth, shivering.

The pages are turned, and annotations are made in red.

The mess in southern Xinjiang hasn't been cleaned up yet, and now there's unrest in northern Xinjiang.

The only good news actually came from the snowy mountains!

The drought demon fruit, which was thought to be extremely difficult to deal with, was quietly picked by Liang Qu!

Then, considering that Liang Qu went to southern Xinjiang...

"Obtain the Ba Fruit, lure the Mountain Serpent God of Southern Xinjiang to consume it, and the resulting flood and drought will cause the False Dragon Technique to fail. Take advantage of its weakness and burn it to death, thus destroying its prestige and gaining the Green Maiden—killing two birds with one stone. If you can accomplish this, this mid-level fruit will be yours..."

The Holy Emperor naturally had not forgotten what he had said.

At that time, expectations outweighed hopes, and encouragement outweighed admonitions...

"On November 26th, the Marquis of Xingyi sought out his minister... In this urgent situation, we had to act expediently. In less than three days, after weighing the pros and cons, I thought it might be worth taking a risk and agreed..." In the main hall, Ling Xuan recounted the whole story, from beginning to end, in a manner largely consistent with the contents of the book, except for the section about the white ape.

"Thank you for enduring the hardships of the snowy mountains, Ling Qing..."

The Holy Emperor paused.

Ling Xuan spoke up: "Six years."

"Six years have passed." The Emperor sighed. "Don't worry, I won't reward you for your hard work, and I can't encourage you to do good deeds. However, there is another matter that you happen to be here for. There is no one else available at the moment, and it is very important. I think it is best to entrust it to you."

“Your Majesty!” Ling Xuan’s heart tightened. “Is it about investigating a case? Forgive my bluntness, but dealing with undercover agents is not my forte.”

It was alright when I was with Jian Zhongyi, at least he worked honestly. But since Liang Qu's wife took over in the second half of the year, it's been torture.

I never want to experience that feeling again—finding a hidden mole and being helpless, forced to wait endlessly, wasting my life waiting for someone.

The Emperor laughed heartily: "Don't worry, it's just an investigation! It just so happens that Minister Liang's Dragon Blood Horse arrived in the capital today, so you may ride his horse..."

Is it Liangqu again?

Ling Xuan felt somewhat reluctant. He admired Liang Qu's talent, but he couldn't praise his work ethic.

Think about it.

"Your Majesty, is this the Southern Frontier?"

"Indeed, the fall of Qinzhou and the prefect's defection to the enemy are matters for you to investigate thoroughly, Ling Qing. You can go to the Imperial Observatory later and retrieve a copy of the file."

Has Qinzhou fallen?

"Your Majesty, please rest assured!"

(End of this chapter)