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Chapter 153 Get ready and set off (please subscribe)

After entering the country, weapon cultivators can have a lifespan of 180 to 260 years. The specific length of life depends on the magical weapon they fuse.

Zuo Xuan had known Wang Ping for some time before being promoted to the First Mirror, and had followed Wang Ping for nearly a hundred years. It was most appropriate to seek entry at this time, because people can have a stronger desire to survive than usual in order to continue to live when their life span is about to end.

Wang Ping did not ask Zuo Xuan if he was confident of being promoted to the second realm. This question was like asking a man how much his monthly salary is in modern society.

"Since you are interested in the mission, you should immediately take my warrant and issue a recruitment order in the name of Daozang Palace. I need at least twenty foundation-building monks and five hundred Qi practitioners."

Zuo Xuan nodded, and then made a suggestion: "I suggest you bring your fox demon apprentice with you. In Zhongzhou, a fox demon in the fake alchemy realm has a status equivalent to that of a palace lord in the demon clan."

"We need to ask her opinion." Wang Ping pondered for a while before neither agreeing nor rejecting.

"I'll ask." Zuo Xuan volunteered.

"Well, prepare early. Autumn will be here next month. Try to enter Youhuai Mansion before autumn." Wang Ping was very cautious about Sou Shan's actions, because the seniors of Qianmu Temple were the ones who were encircling and suppressing the great demon in Sou Shan. What a trap.

"Okay!" Zuo Xuan agreed simply. She had been preparing for this promotion for almost a hundred years. She just lacked enough spiritual demon blood to temper the weapons that needed to be fused during the promotion. After she agreed, she hesitated and added: "I This time... I want to take my disciple with me."

"can!"

Wang Ping didn't need to think too much about this issue. He stood up and walked out of the house after agreeing to Zuo Xuan.

At this time, the Qi Practitioner guarding the door happened to walk in. He held a letter in his hand and bowed: "Taoist Master Changqing, I have your letter."

Wang Ping first used the wood spirit energy to examine the letter and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it before picking it up and checking it. There was a sign of the cave door and Wu Laodao's signature on it.

After confirming that the letter had not been opened, Wang Ping returned to the room, sat down and opened the envelope...

Wu Laodao has been successfully promoted to the second level. The letter invites Wang Ping to attend a Dharma conference held by him, but the time happens to be the third day of the next month, which coincides with his mission.

So, he first wrote back a letter to Wu Laodao, naturally congratulating him on his promotion, and then explained his situation, and then wrote a handwritten letter to his apprentice Su Hai, asking Su Hai to attend Wu Laodao's promotion. Puja.

...

a month later.

The autumn wind has swept across the earth. Wang Ping faced the autumn wind blowing from Ningzhou Road, crossed the dim sky in the morning, and landed at a ferry at the junction of Nanlin Road and Ningzhou Road.

Ten large warships were assembled on the river outside the ferry. In a small camp on the shore, hundreds of Qi practitioners were preparing to board the ship.

Wang Ping took out two copper coins and did some fortune-telling before lowering his body. Zuo Xuan and Hu Qianqian, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately came forward to salute. Behind Zuo Xuan was someone wearing exquisite leather armor and carrying a bag on his back. The heroine with the big sword.

"Master!" After Hu Qianqian saluted, Zuo Xuan pointed to the heroine beside her and introduced: "My disciple Zuo Liang."

"I've seen seniors!"

The heroine also bowed politely.

Wang Ping had already seen that Zuo Xuan was deliberately asking for help.

It's really miserable for weapon cultivators sometimes, especially their promotion success rate is horribly low, which is about the same as the promotion success rate of the five major mystical sects. However, the five major mystical sects have strict inheritance, and the larger sects have elders to protect them. Cultivation is all about looking at your destiny. If there is a backlash when fusing the magic weapon, your body will die immediately and your Tao will disappear.

However, once a weapon cultivator is promoted, he is almost invincible in the same realm, especially the second and third realms. "What are the results of the preliminary investigation?" Wang Ping asked after clearing unnecessary thoughts from his mind.

"Currently, the original tiger's cave in Yueya Mountain is now filled with miasma. Even the foundation-building monks cannot enter, but there must be people inside, because there are often noises coming out."

This sentence was said by Zuo Liang, and it was Zuo Xuan who deliberately gave her this opportunity.

Wang Ping frowned after hearing this and asked, "How was the communication with the government troops on Ningzhou Road?"

Zuo Liang immediately replied: "They will send [-] people and more than [-] militiamen. It will take half a month for the militiamen to gather and they will not be in place until the autumn harvest."

Wang Ping nodded and glanced at the Qi practitioners who were boarding the ship. Each of them looked eager to try.

The number of registered Qi practitioners on Nanlin Road has increased dramatically in the past hundred years. Many of them are casual cultivators or family branches with little resources, and can only survive in Daozang Hall.

Such a large-scale mountain search mission suddenly appeared. Not only could they plunder loot, but there were also fixed exchange points for them. Of course they were willing to give it a try. Maybe they would make a fortune and collect materials for building a foundation.

"Is the transfer fee sufficient?"

Wang Ping asked a key question. He was different now. In the past, he only had to charge into battle, but now he had to coordinate the overall situation.

Zuo Liang replied: "The food and grass for the government soldiers and militia are supplied by the government offices and local wealthy households on Ningzhou Road. It is enough for us to fight for half a year. As for the supply of elixirs for the Qi practitioners, it is arranged by Daozang Palace, and the funds are provided by Daozang Palace and Ningzhou Palace." The state road is jointly borne.”

"Don't think that Ningzhou Road is poor because of its vast land and sparse population. In fact, they are very rich. At least the local wealthy households and yamen are very rich, because their deep mountains produce dozens of precious medicinal herbs, as well as some game that the nobles in the capital like. With Shangu, at least [-] million taels of silver flow to Ningzhou Road every year, but they only have less than [-] million people."

Zuo Xuan explained with a smile: "Especially the tigers in the mountains. Some of them have been here for hundreds of years. The family business has been passed down from generation to generation. Even you may not be able to imagine how rich they are."

Wang Ping nodded again. He nodded in recognition of Zuo Xuan's intelligence.

Now that there are no problems with logistics, the task of searching the mountain becomes simple. Now that the world is peaceful, no one can disobey the will of Daozang Palace.

Not long after, all the Qi practitioners had boarded the ship. Wang Ping couldn't fly in other people's territory, so he boarded a large tiger-headed ship specially prepared for him.

When the autumn sun climbs into the sky, the fleet sets off in a mighty manner...

One day later at noon.

The fleet arrived at a ferry in Shunyang Prefecture under Ningzhou Road. When it was still fifty miles away from the ferry, a speedboat sailed towards the fleet, carrying the flags of Shunyang Prefecture and Daozang Hall.

Zuo Xuan immediately arranged for two foundation-building monks to fly over to inquire about the situation. Within a moment, news came back that the visitors were the governor of Ningzhou Road and an inspector from Daozang Hall.

Most places on Ningzhou Road are autonomous, so Daozang Hall does not have a comfort envoy. The inspection envoy is the person in charge. He is a skinny old man named Zhong Tong. He cultivates the Qi of the Golden Spirit and has been in the country for more than three years. , here they should be eating and waiting to die.

The governor was very young, with no beard on his face, and looked to be less than thirty years old. According to the information, he was transferred from Shangjing City to the gilded one. His name was Yue Zong. He bowed and said, "I have met Taoist Changqing."

Zhong Tong was about to pay his respects, but Wang Ping bowed first and said, "Senior Zhong doesn't need to be more polite. This junior may cause a lot of trouble in the next period of time."

"You're welcome, fellow Taoist, this is my duty."

(End of this chapter)