The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 223: Gathering of Nations
"Are they hunting the divine beast?"

The black flag representing the State of Yan fluttered in the wind. Dao Zhi, who had a single ponytail, looked at the grand whaling scene not far away, scratching his head, somewhat dumbfounded.

On the vast ocean, a whale hundreds of feet long, which people call Kunpeng, jumped out of the sea, causing huge waves.

A sharp three-pronged spear was inserted straight into the whale's back, and the other end was connected to the whaling ship by a rope. Man and beast were engaged in the most primitive fight.

White waves rolled, and the whale dragged the whaling boat across the sea at lightning speed. One wanted to get rid of humans, and the other wanted to hold on tightly.

"Buzz!"

Tears and blood gushed out, and perhaps sensing that its life was about to come to an end, the alien whale let out a low cry.

A cup of tea later, a giant whale floated on the sea. Many young and strong men on the whaling ship exposed their chests, waved their clothes in their hands, and made earth-shaking roars.

After the fusion of thousands of worlds, marine life underwent mutations one after another. The world described in "Classic of Mountains and Seas" gradually reflected the reality, with countless ferocious beasts, strange beasts, etc.

The deep-sea giant whale was once the overlord of the ocean, and it is still the overlord of the ocean today, but it is a pity that it has encountered the two-legged beasts with strong ships and powerful guns.

"This is a whale, not Kunpeng. It is a deep-sea beast that can rival the great master of celestial phenomena. It is full of treasures. The most popular fragrance on the market is made from whale oil."

Master Ban, dressed in a black robe with gold edges and with a weathered face, stroked his gray beard and spoke solemnly.

Qingdi City relies on its geographical advantages and lives close to the sea, and its fishing industry is becoming more and more prosperous. Fishermen who are proud of their strong martial arts skills take it as an honor to hunt whales.

Mountains of meat provide people with sufficient qi and blood, and occasionally top-grade ambergris will be found. As for whale oil, it is a must-have for making wonderful incense.

"Miao Xiang, the Miao Xiang that is worth a thousand gold coins?"

Holding his chin, Dao Zhi, who was wearing a simple short shirt, asked in surprise.

When practicing meditation, light a stick of wonderful incense. With the curling green smoke, the warrior can quickly get into the state and achieve twice the result with half the effort. It is a treasure that many people in the martial arts world dream of.

Especially for high-level warriors, wonderful incense can even replenish mental strength and strengthen the soul. Qingdi City made a lot of money by selling wonderful incense.

An hour later, Qingdi City, which looked like a giant beast in the starry sky, appeared before everyone. Thousands of large ships were anchored in the prosperous port, and huge gantry cranes were handling huge amounts of cargo.

The warehouse, which was dozens of feet high, was filled with goods. The bustling crowd was moving back and forth like ants. It was very lively and there were people from all over the world with various accents.

In the busy waterway, everything is in order with the waving of red pennants. The flags representing the Tang Dynasty, Yuan Dynasty and other countries are fluttering and showing their fangs and claws.

The sound of horse hooves rang out, and on the bluestone-paved road, four green horses pulled a luxurious carriage, with tens of thousands of ferocious Bater following in front and behind, forming a mighty force.

The wolf flag representing the Yuan Dynasty fluttered in the wind and roared to the sky. The red curtain was pulled aside, and the twelve-year-old Zhao Min looked at the harvest scene on both sides of the road.

In the golden autumn of October, a breeze blows, and the golden rice waves roll up and down. The heavy ears of grain are full and round, exuding the joy of harvest.

Under the scorching sun, the farmer in simple clothes and a straw hat waved his sickle vigorously and harvested the rice quickly. His hands were strong and powerful, and he looked very relaxed.

Thanks to the "Old Farmer's Exercise" in the "Wu Dian", many farmers have streams of qi and blood flowing through their skin, flesh and bones, strengthening their bodies while they are farming.

Beads of sweat flowed on his strong muscles, which were shiny and healthy wheat-colored. Every breath and every move he made were a form of practice, integrating martial arts into his life. "Daddy, look."

The scallion-white Rouyi pointed at the busy farmer. Zhao Min stared with her big round eyes and exclaimed: "Eighth rank of martial arts, all of them are eighth rank of martial arts."

"What is the eighth level of martial arts?"

Suddenly hearing his daughter screaming, Ruyang Prince Chahan Temur looked in the direction of the finger. He was originally not paying much attention, but now he was stunned.

As the King of Ruyang of the Yuan Empire and the Grand Marshal of the Army, he still had some knowledge. Even though he was not good at martial arts, he knew that the farmers in front of him were all martial artists.

Among the millions of people in the empire, farmers account for the vast majority. For three meals a day, they work hard all day long, facing the loess and back to the sky, exchanging sweat for food. They are all a group of ordinary people.

However, in Qingdi City, ordinary farmers embark on the path of martial arts, and with a little training they can become an invincible army of warriors, and it is no problem for everyone to become a soldier.

This shows the war potential of Qingdi City. Thinking of this, King Ruyang felt heavy in his heart, as if covered by a thick shadow.

"parking."

At this moment, Zhao Min rang the copper bell in the carriage and called out in a soft voice.

Then, under the protection of the two Xuanming Elders, Zhao Min skipped down the carriage, stepped on the muddy field, reached out and grabbed a handful of ears of corn, frowning.

As one of the few intelligent people in the Yuan Dynasty, Zhao Min is gifted and intelligent. She has helped her father, Prince Ruyang, to deal with various chores since she was a child, and she has also been to many rice fields.

However, compared with the ears of rice in front of him, the ears of rice he had seen in the past were not only shriveled, but there were only twenty or thirty grains of rice on a husk, while the ears of rice in his hand had at least a hundred grains of rice.

The difference between the two is huge, which means that for the same acre of land, the output of Qingdi City is five times that of Yuan Dynasty. With well-trained soldiers and sufficient food, who in the world can be the opponent of Qingdi Shen Yuanliang?
"Xu Xu!!"

On the busy road, as the Yuan Dynasty convoy hesitated, it instantly caused congestion and the Tang Dynasty convoy following closely behind was forced to stop.

For a moment, the situation was tense, with eight thousand black-armored cavalry facing off against tens of thousands of batters. The sharp weapons sparkled in the sun, and a tense atmosphere spread.

"Dudu!!"

A clear and loud whistle sounded, and yamen runners wearing green armor and white Fanyang felt hats hurried over. There were twelve of them in the group, all of them fat and strong.

They were yamen runners specially appointed by Shen Yuanliang, who were responsible for traffic and handling various traffic accidents to ensure the smooth flow of traffic.

The middle-aged man in the lead was Yang Tiexin. He walked over with big strides, coughed lightly, and said, "Miss, please pass quickly."

His tone was neither humble nor arrogant. His face, which was full of bitterness and hatred in the past, was now glowing with rosy light, and his ink-black eyes were full of hope.

After meeting Bao Xiruo, Yang Tiexin was revived and not only did he pick up his martial arts again, but after several months of hard work, his wife Bao Xiruo finally became pregnant. The Yang family, known for its loyalty, finally had a successor.

As for Yang Kang, Wanyan Kang, who is he? His Yang family does not have such a sinful descendant.

(End of this chapter)