Poor Taoist Qiu Chuji

Chapter 94: The order came from Zhongnan, and the world was shocked

"Good! Good sword!" Jin Wushu almost stood up from his horse and cheered loudly in the direction of Qiu Chuji.

His voice was sharp and hoarse, waking up the frightened Jin soldiers.

This is not the wrath of God, nor is it something beyond common sense.

It's just... a sword?
The soldiers' sanity, which was about to collapse, was pulled back by Jin Wushu's words.

After all, they were an army that had fought in hundreds of battles. Even though they were still hesitant in their hearts, they gathered around Qiu Chuji's position again to the sound of drums being beaten by the supervising soldiers.

Qiu Chuji dispersed the remaining strength in his hands and felt his palms go numb.

The sword strike just now was very satisfying, but it also consumed a lot of energy.

Recalling that in the past, when Wang Chongyang exerted all his strength, he could only condense a sword aura of one foot, but just now, Qiu Chuji, with his bare hands, condensed a giant sword aura of seven or eight meters long. The difference is immeasurable.

"You think it's a good sword too?"

"With such a good sword, it would be a great pity if we couldn't cut off a suitable head, wouldn't it?" Qiu Chuji shouted to Jin Wushu.

Jin Wushu sat back on his horse and laughed loudly: "I'm right here, waiting for you to chop off my head."

"All three armies listen to my orders. Just advance with your formation to surround and kill this bandit. No matter if I live or die, you can only win this battle, not lose! You can only die, not retreat!"

"If you win this battle, all three armies will be rewarded. The dead will be buried in the same grave with me, and the living can enjoy my power, wealth, and beauties. All will be given to you as rewards!"

Upon hearing this, how could the Jin soldiers who were originally subdued by Qiu Chuji's sword not fight to the death?
More iron chains and large nets rushed towards Qiu Chuji. Behind these instruments that restrained Qiu Chuji were often people who risked their lives to restrain his steps.

At the same time, many people were holding chains and running left and right, trying to entangle Qiu Chuji, even if it meant accidentally injuring or even killing their comrades.

Qiu Chuji clenched his hands again, thought for a moment and then reached out to grab. He used the power of catching dragons to absorb the long mace buried in the pile of corpses into his hand. The overwhelming power poured into the long mace, forcing the sound-absorbing stone in the long mace to vibrate and buzz.

If Qiu Chuji had not used some of his strength at this moment, this long mace of extraordinary material would have been broken on the spot.

drink!
With a chopped down mace, everything that stood in front of Qiu Chu's body was shattered and incomplete.

He walked with steady steps, bringing down his mace one by one, towards Jin Wushu's location. Behind him were scattered weapons, broken chains, a large net, and body parts mixed in.

kill! kill! kill! kill! kill!

Qiu Chuji emptied his mind, clearing all the complicated moves and thoughts, leaving only this one thought.

The battlefield is like a furnace, forging and tempering all of Qiu Chuji's martial arts. His already peerless edge is now sharpened again, making him incomparable in killing and shocking even the gods and ghosts.

The master who was hiding in the dark and recruited by the Yiren Academy originally planned to wait for the right opportunity and then blend in with the ordinary soldiers to launch a sneak attack.

But looking at Qiu Chuji who was killing everyone at this time, his dark green Taoist robe had actually been dyed bright red but was still swaying in the strong wind. The steaming breath dried up the blood in an instant but failed to wash away the blood stains, making Qiu Chuji look more like the ancestor of the evil way who walked out of the abyss.

The martial arts masters recruited by the Yiren Academy were all frightened and dared not take action again.

It was because of their strong martial arts skills that they felt as if they were seeing an immortal when they saw Qiu Chuji at this moment.

In front of Qiu Chuji, they felt that they were no different from the ordinary soldiers who were killed like melons and vegetables.

The blood completely dyed the ground red, and the broken limbs were entangled with weapons and armor, making it difficult to distinguish them all.

The mournful cries of war horses echoed across the battlefield.

Qiu Chuji left bloody footprints with every step and finally arrived in front of Jin Wushu.

Jin Wushu sat on the horse's back with his back straight, then calmly took out a dagger from his arms, finally glanced at Qiu Chuji gloomily, and then stabbed towards his own throat.

Today, he can die, but he must not die at the hands of Qiu Chuji.

Even if he was willing, he was killed by Qiu Chuji's mace.

call!
A gust of wind pierced through the brain, and the long mace flew into the air!

With a bang, Jin Wushu's head exploded.

Before he could commit suicide, Qiu Chuji took away his head.

After shaking twice, Jin Wushu's headless body finally fell off the horse's back. It was not known whether it was a coincidence, but the Killing Heaven Order that he had originally placed in the arms of his rob also fell out, stained with blood. Soaked in the blood, it seemed to have a demonic halo.

Qiu Chuji walked forward slowly, retracted his long mace, picked up the token, and struck hard.

Whoosh!
The Killing Heaven Order cut through the sky and pierced directly into the gate stone of Zhongdu city wall at a distance of one or two kilometers, penetrating one and a half inches deep, leaving only the lower half of the word "kill" outside.

"Tell the Emperor of Jin to control the three armies. If I hear from you on the mountain that the Jin soldiers are massacring the city, killing innocent people, looting the people, and humiliating women and children, this order will be sent to Shangjing City. Within seven days, you must take their heads!"

When the people around heard this, they all felt as if they had lost their parents. Some people mustered up their courage and wanted to come back to kill again, to keep a fierce man like Qiu Chuji here.

They believed that after such a fierce battle, even Qiu Chuji would definitely be at the end of his strength.

But... no one ever took another step forward.

Sometimes, fear even transcends life and death.

Those soldiers who had fought in hundreds of battles were no longer afraid of death, but when everything that had just happened kept echoing in their minds, they could not move their feet.

Qiu Chuji moved a originally towering and upright mountain from their hearts, and now he sat on it himself, which was even steeper, more dangerous, taller, and incomparable.

"Aren't you going to attack?" Qiu Chuji turned his head and asked, his eyes swept over anyone, who would definitely avoid his sight and dare not look at him.

Suddenly, someone loosened his grip, and the sound of the weapon falling to the ground was particularly harsh at this moment.

Afterwards, more weapons were dropped and even armor was torn off.

"Boring!" Qiu Chuji's face turned slightly pale, then he turned around, found a direction and left this battlefield that was like hell on earth.

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The battle outside Zhongdu City shocked the world within ten days.

Countless people read the information they received over and over again, confirming it again and again, before they completely believed that there was really someone who could do such a thing.

Qiu Chuji could have had various reasons for breaking into the palace alone, kidnapping Qin Hui and killing him in the street, such as the imperial guards were ambushed, there were too many nobles in the palace to maneuver, or there were no heavy equipment in the palace.

People still believe that as long as the timing, position and preparation are right, even a peerless master like Qiu Chuji will still die in the battlefield and under the iron hoofs of the enemy.

But the battle outside Zhongdu City told everyone with irrefutable facts that there is indeed such a person. He is superior to ordinary people in terms of military force and can no longer be countered by the advantage in numbers.

He is extraordinary, beyond imagination, and cannot be limited.

This is scary, but also... exciting!

The Song court, the Jin Dynasty, Tubo, the Western Liao Dynasty, the Western Xia Dynasty... all issued orders to seek talents at the same time and began to recruit large numbers of martial artists. They were especially eager for those top masters. At the same time, some buried martial arts books in the libraries of various countries were also dug out and studied extensively to find suitable candidates for practice.

Western Liao and Western Xia, which had no conflicts with Qiu Chuji, even openly respected Qiu Chuji as a "great sage immortal" or "living Taoist monarch", and invited him to serve as an official in the court and honor him as an imperial teacher. The Song court was very concerned about its reputation and pretended to ignore Qiu Chuji, but named Wang Chongyang as a "real person with supernatural powers". At the same time, it also respected Quanzhen Sect as an orthodox Taoist sect, which could preach the Dharma in the Three Mountains and establish a religion in the Five Mountains.

Buddhism fools the people, Taoism mocks the king, and Qiu Chuji can be said to have taken the third way of preaching and teaching in this land since ancient times, hanging a sword over everyone's head.

Before this sword breaks, no one dares to ignore it, no one dares to act rashly.

Qiu Chuji's action of breaking into the three armies and beheading people with a mace in Zhongdu City has, of course, brought more subsequent effects than just this.

In the south, the martial spirit that had been gradually declining since the Song Dynasty began to rise again among the people.

Although those wealthy families still looked down on warriors, they no longer dared to despise them. At the same time, they would arrange for their children who were talented but unable to learn literature to become apprentices and learn martial arts so as to protect the family business in the future.

The situation in the northern Central Plains was even simpler. A large number of wealthy and powerful family heads who had old ties with the Quanzhen Sect all came with carts full of gifts, preparing to go to Mount Zhongnan to pay a personal visit to Grandmaster Wang Chongyang, and also to meet Qiu Chuji, the living immortal. If their children could become disciples of Wang Chongyang or Qiu Chuji, that would be the best.

With Mount Zhongnan and Qiu Chuji, the Jin Dynasty's control over the Central Plains is weakening.

But they still dare not raise troops at will and establish their authority through killing.

Qiu Chuji's order not only took away Jin Wushu's head, but also broke the proud backbone of the Jin people.

The world is in turmoil. What is happening to Qiu Chuji, the creator of everything?

After leaving Zhongdu City, Qiu Chuji did not choose to return to Zhongnan Mountain, but first went to the secluded place of Dugu Qiubai in the barren mountains outside Xiangyang City.

In that battle, although Qiu Chuji won a great victory, he used too much force, causing some of the "breath" to accidentally flow into his dantian. Now his dantian is a mess. Although it is not to the extent that Qiu Chuji's strength will be wasted, he can only exert 50% to 60% of his power for the time being.

Qiu Chuji was not worried about this problem. After all, it was only a matter of time before he strengthened his Dantian and absorbed the energy into it.

Now it’s just a matter of adapting in advance.

He went to see Dugu Qiubai, not only to exchange martial arts, but also to ask for some snake gall to strengthen his body and speed up the process of strengthening and adapting his dantian.

Before anyone arrived, Qiu Chuji heard the loud cries of eagles.

From a distance, one could see two figures fighting rapidly in front of the thatched cottage where Dugu Qiubai lived in seclusion.

One of them was of course Dugu Qiubai. He held a heavy black iron sword in his hand, but it moved like straw. The complicated and varied sword techniques, unfolded by this heavy black iron sword, were like embroidery, with an artistic beauty.

The other person was an old monk in a grey robe. His every move was equally graceful and automatic, and he could master various martial arts with ease without any hesitation.

(End of this chapter)