Volume 1: Red Lotus Temple Chapter 11: Grass Bag

  After Bai Qi crossed the threshold of martial artists and cultivators, he had already developed a unique mindset. This change was not unknown to him, what shocked him was that when he wanted to beat up the prince, he didn't feel any fear in his heart.

  This cultivator of Qi cannot be tolerated, if he is not suppressed, any imperial dynasty will cease to exist.

  Not to mention how an empire treats its people, in the eyes of this cultivator, ordinary people are like ants. Will there come a day when he too will look down on everything in the world, standing high above and gazing down at all living things?

  "Prince, I'm going too." Xiaoyu appeared out of nowhere and stood behind Bai Qi.

  Wang Fang and others stared blankly, they saw a red-dressed girl, with eyebrows and eyes like a painting, gently pulling on Bai Qi's sleeve, the four people felt their hearts being pulled along. The room was filled with a sweet fragrance, which came from the scent emitted by the girl.

  "Unexpectedly..." Wang Fang said half a sentence, but was pulled by Guo Ai, the sixth son of Dingguo Gong. Wang Fang suddenly came to his senses. It is said that there are dozens of beautiful maids around Bai Qi, and even the King of Rui does not care about them. It seems that this one is among the best. Her attitude towards Bai Qi was intimate, and their relationship was probably not ordinary a long time ago. If he were to make a move, he would definitely hurt her feelings.

  "Little rain, don't make trouble." Bai Qi said warmly. He went to the western suburbs, preparing to beat up the prince was one of his goals, and he also wanted to take a look at the location of the Copper Temple. Once the copper statue is in place, the Imperial Guard will definitely seal off the mountain. If even beating up the prince himself can't make the emperor change his mind, his father will still have to do this kind of hard work, and it's likely that there really will be a threat to their lives.

  It's not a good idea to tell Father about becoming a Qi Refiner for now, or he'll think I'm being reckless. Xiao Yu is a demon and went to the West Suburbs' Yan Mountain, who knows what kind of trouble she'll stir up, all I wanted was to beat that unlucky ghost Fatian, but Xiao Yu might end up eating people.

  After seeing Bai Qi's attitude towards Xiao Yu, Wang Fang and others became even more convinced of their own judgment. There is a distinction between master and servant, no matter how beautiful Xiao Yu is, let the young master of Rui Guo Gong try to coax her, she must be favored first.

  Bai Qi is the object of their win, Guo Gong re-emerges, and the construction of Tongren Temple is probably just an excuse. The position of Taizi Taifu is the most substantial one. In the Great Jin Dynasty, those who held this position ultimately became the most powerful ministers, unless the Crown Prince was deposed and met a bad end.

  Wang Fang was fortunately able to hold himself back, and only after a moment's pause did he say: "I didn't expect that the people around Qing Yun Xiong would also be so skilled!"

  He's really got a poisonous gaze, Xiaoyu's vital energy is retracted inward, probably also trained.

  "Call me Xiao Bai, there's no outsider here."

  "Haha, that's true, but you can't call me Old Wang, it's too tacky!" Wang Fang didn't dwell on the matter either. They wouldn't be so pretentious in private either.

  Bai Qi nodded in agreement after a moment of hesitation, despite the fact that he knew Xiao Yu's abilities and didn't need to worry about her safety.

  Wang Fang and others did not bring many personal slaves, but there were more than a dozen people in the group who galloped out of the city, and they had arranged for someone to meet them outside the city.

  Seeing the hunting gear taken down from the large vehicle, Bai Qi still thought that Wang Fang and others were going to fight a battle at the border. No wonder they had to change equipment outside the city, Wang Fang's large bow was not something that could be carried casually in the city.

  This iron bow has gold threads wrapped around its exterior, probably requiring over a hundred kilograms of strength to wield. Such a weapon can only be used by Innate Martial Artists; the bow itself is so powerful that even if one were to simply draw it back without shooting an arrow, their bones would shatter and tendons snap.

  The Western Suburbs Hunting Grounds were in the mountains. Wang Fang and others dismounted their horses, and slaves led over hawks and dogs.

  Bai rose in doubt and said: "Why are the princes not here?"

  "Hey, we agreed to meet at the Qin King's Mausoleum in Yanshan," Wang Fang said with a pleased expression.

  "The Mausoleum of the Qin Kings!" Bai Qi was shocked. The great Jin had replaced the great Qin, but instead of desecrating their tombs, they had downgraded the burial grounds of the successive Qin emperors by one level, treating them as those of a royal family.

  Xiao Yu said in a low voice after Bai Qi got up: "Young Master Bai, there are ghosts in Qin Wang's tomb."

  The red sun is in the sky, but the words spoken are gloomy. The mountain wind blows by, and the trees on both sides of the official road make a rustling sound, as if countless people are moving about.

  Wang Fang and others burst out laughing, not believing what Xiao Yu said. But Bai Qi thought to himself that the Dragon Tiger Mountain sect was known for raising corpses, so it wasn't too far-fetched to talk about ghosts either. The Daoist priests of Dragon Tiger Mountain were unreliable, and Bai Qi hesitated, but was seen by Ye Qiao, the young master of Wuyang Hou, who couldn't help but mock him, saying: "A big man like you is also afraid of ghosts? Don't you know that ghosts are also afraid of yang energy? Unless, Mr. Bai, your yang energy is insufficient?"

  Ye Qiao said this while glancing at Xiao Yu with his eyes.

  Xiao Yu was furious in her heart, but her face remained calm and expressionless. This kind of scoundrel, if it weren't for his mother's control, she would have killed a hundred of them on the spot without hesitation. But since they were about to enter the mountainous region soon, she must make him suffer enough.

  Bai Qi suddenly looked down on Ye Qiao, and Wang Fang and others knew to restrain themselves. It was not that they feared their father's power, but rather that they understood the way of friendship. And as for Ye Qiao, he clearly did not put himself in their eyes.

  Bai Qi didn't move or get angry, he knew Xiao Yu would not let it go so easily. He smiled and said: "Brother Ye, you have a strong yang energy, when we really encounter ghosts, I'll ask Brother Ye to take the lead."

  "That's natural, I'm a Ye family Wu Yang swordsmanship expert, specializing in suppressing evil spirits." Ye Qiang was self-satisfied and patted the long sword at his waist. The long sword indeed let out an excited sound, as if it wanted to fly out of its scabbard.

  "Yè Gōngzǐ is so cheap!" Little Rain applauded, but Yè Qiáo didn't realize it, and he smiled slightly, involuntarily using his family's secret technique. His face shone with a radiant glow, looking like a refined and elegant young master.

  Bai thought to himself, but he was just a useless fool. A person like this, once on the battlefield, would be the first to get shot dead.

  Wang Fang furrowed his brow, Guo Ai dryly smiled, and Su Mu, who came from the Imperial Guard, patted the hunting knife at his waist and said: "Shall we go? We did promise to meet at midnight. Why don't we go take a look at the terrain first? Those guys aren't easy to deal with."

  Bai Qi saw Su Mu's natural expression, and with one sentence, he dissolved the somewhat strange atmosphere, roughly judging the relationship between these four people. Wang Fang was generous, Guo Ai had wisdom, Su Mu was deep and hidden, only Ye Qiao was a fool.

  This is also the case, if everyone is smart and unwilling to suffer losses together, it will be difficult for people to get along. The Marquis of Wuyang is now in a state of great satisfaction, Ye Qiao can mix with Wang Fang and others, and he has relied on his father's influence. It is estimated that it was Guo Ai's idea, if there is any trouble, Ye Qiao will also be a scapegoat.

  After entering the mountain, they could no longer ride horses. Bai Qi only brought a small umbrella, while Wang Fang and others each brought three slaves. A total of eighteen people followed the mountain road and entered the edge of the Yan Mountain range.

  The mountain road became increasingly rugged, and Su Mu deliberately fell behind, walking shoulder to shoulder with Bai Qi. Taking advantage of Ye Qiao's distance, Su Mu said in a low voice to Bai Qi: "Bai Xian Di..."

  "Call me Little White, it sounds more intimate."

  "Hey, Xiao Bai, Ye Qiao is a rascal, don't take it to heart."

  Bai Qi was shocked and asked: "What is on your mind?"

  Su Mu saw Bai Qi not pretending, and just smiled it off. However, he didn't know that Bai Qi knew Xiaoyu would definitely want to get the interest back, and that the poor guy was likely to suffer. Towards this unlucky egg, he wasn't angry at all, of course, and wouldn't be worried about it in his heart. Instead, he was a bit concerned that Xiaoyu didn't know what was important, and might hurt Ye Qiao's life. The Marquis of Wu Yang could just be such a young master, and it would be hard to explain if something bad happened.

  The scale of Yanshan is not particularly large, but it is majestic and beautiful, which is rare in the south. The Mausoleum of Qin Wang is north of the royal hunting ground, and people have to leave the main road and take a mountain path to get there. Five small dogs ran happily in front, the morning chill dissipated, but the ground was still somewhat cold.

  The tomb of the Qin king is close to the capital, but it's also more than 50 miles away. Bai Qi calculated that at this speed, they would arrive around dusk. Fortunately, he was already a pre-heavenly ninth-grade warrior, and with one breath of pre-heavenly yuanqi, supporting himself for half a day wasn't a problem.

  Bai Qi couldn't help but think of Princess Yu Zhen, who seemed to be floating in the air, her feet not touching the ground. Unfortunately, Qing Lei's true skill was something he had only learned the outline of, and to reach that level, he would have to study until at least the seventh volume.

  Qing Lei's true solution removes the overall outline, totaling 24 volumes. Every six volumes correspond to a major stage of Lianqi practitioners. There is no possibility of cheating in this, if the previous ones are not cultivated, the later ones will also be unclear.

  Bai Qi was lost in thought, but he didn't know that Wang Fang saw Xiaoyu following him calmly on the mountain road and was shocked. On Xiaoyu's body, he couldn't feel any true energy circulating. What kind of background did this girl have?

  Wang Fang saw it, and so did Guo Ai and Su Mu, but only Ye Qiao was in front and didn't notice.

  The three of them each had their own thoughts, not mentioning it, and hurried on for half a day. As the sky gradually darkened, the eighteen people finally arrived outside the Qin King's Mausoleum. Outside the Qin King's Mausoleum, only stone men and stone horses remained, with all buildings of imperial scale dismantled. Under the cover of night, in the shadows of the mountains, a straight long road unfolded, leading directly into the interior of the tomb.

  Moss grows on the stone road, and the air is thick with moisture. In the twilight, the shadows are exceptionally long, making this stone road look desolate and bleak. There are only faint animal footprints on the stone road, apparently no one has come here before.

  "Everyone get ready, Xiao Bai, follow me and don't move." Wang Fang waved his hand, those servants had already prepared and started to set up an ambush on both sides of the stone road.

  A pair of stone horses were removed, and four sturdy servants lifted them into the depths of the tomb. The others placed two wooden horses in their place, which apparently had a mechanism inside.

  Wang Fang explained to Bai Qi, "This contains fine powder mixed with some poisonous medicine. It won't harm people's lives, but it will stick to the skin and itch to death."

  Bai Qi thought it was interesting, such an arrangement, probably can't be completed in one or two days. To make the wooden horse's appearance as good as the stone horse, it requires the craftsman's careful carving. Otherwise, it would be easy to see that there is a problem, and those five princes, even if they are not as skilled as the few guys in front of them, their bodyguards must be very strong.

  Born warriors have sharp eyesight, wanting to deceive them, this wooden horse must be made to resemble the real one.

  Carefully setting up the trap, more than a dozen servants retreated to the woods by the side of the road. Wang Fang and others laughed and walked along the edge of the stone road into the Qinwang Mausoleum.