Chapter 127 Insights
After Tianlu Street.

Zhou Qingshan and his grandfather Wei Shijiang visited Yuan Zhaokui.

Yuan Zhaokui was very enthusiastic.

After some introduction.

Yuan Hong was very excited to find Mo Yanqiu to exchange martial arts. Mo Yanqiu was also a martial arts fanatic and did not refuse. She did not wear the dragon scale black armor. The two of them fought with weapons for hundreds of rounds. Whether it was skills or strength, they were evenly matched.

It was also the first time that Zhou Qingshan saw a person with "iron skin and bones, and natural supernatural powers", which shocked him deeply.

The bond [Unparalleled and Unrivaled] is growing stronger day by day. His wife Mo Yanqiu is also blessed with the seven magical powers. His eldest and third sons also have strong bodies, but in the duel with Yuan Hong, they can only barely fight to a draw unless they use the 'power of the mind'.

If we fight to the death, life or death is unpredictable.

"A warrior from a spiritual weapon family already possesses such strength? Then there must be masters of the same level in Young Master Shenlong's mansion. The strength of the Master of Weapons may be far beyond imagination."

Zhou Qingshan thought to himself.

As the saying goes, "There are always people better than you", and the heroes of the world should not be underestimated.

Little did he know that Yuan Zhaokui was even more shocked.

Yuan Hong is a person in the Yuan family who can be compared with the first ancestor. His martial arts skills have reached the level of a flawless warrior with perfect internal organs. What he said in his conversation with Wei Shijiang and Xi Jinzhong yesterday was not an exaggeration.

Yuan Hong's strength is invincible among the younger generation, and even among the older generation, few can match him. His strength is enough to rival that of aristocratic family masters, and he can kill his opponents within a hundred rounds.

And it was undoubtedly incredible to Yuan Zhaokui that Mo Yanqiu, a little-known warrior, was able to "jump the level" and fight Yuan Hong to a draw.

"Great sage, is it true that your wife only trained two organs?" Yuan Zhaokui asked.

Zhou Qingshan nodded and replied, "Indeed."

There are traces of his age and background. His wife Mo Yanqiu has been in the martial arts hall for three years and graduated with the title of "Xuantie". She is a person of some note, and it is not difficult for her to find out these things with the influence of the Yuan family.

Yuan Zhaokui glanced back and forth between Zhou Qingshan and Mo Yanqiu. Looking at their young faces, he fell into a brief silence. Suddenly, he started to curse:
"Which idiot presided over the last martial arts hall? Ah, this is 'black iron'? He is really blind!"

"It's Master Li." Mo Yanqiu reminded softly.

Yuan Zhaokui's face froze slightly. He coughed lightly and quickly changed the subject: "Where were we just talking about? By the way, each of the five internal organs has its own magical properties. Don't just focus on strengthening your bones, but balance your internal organs as soon as possible. It will be very beneficial."

Zhou Qingshan was curious: "What's the benefit?"

"To improve talent and lifespan." Yuan Zhaokui gave the answer. He paused and continued, "Do you know that Hong'er had reached perfection a year ago and was already able to ignite the spiritual fire? Why didn't I let him forge a spiritual weapon?"

"Because of silver?"

Zhou Qingshan replied.

He had found out how much silver it cost to forge a top-grade spiritual weapon; it was at least thirty thousand taels of silver.

A medium-level spiritual weapon requires five thousand taels...the gap is a bit exaggerated.

Yuan Zhaokui choked lightly: "This is just one of them."

Although this is also the main reason.

He went on to explain: "Silver is certainly an important factor, but are the five internal organs really perfect for the human body? The blood and bone marrow of the human body contain infinite mysteries. When the five internal organs are awakened, they will slowly and continuously temper the whole body and drive the evolution of the human body, which will continuously increase the success rate of igniting the spiritual fire."

"Once you reach a certain level, you don't even need to risk lighting a fire, your mind will naturally awaken."

Yuan Zhaokui gently tapped his brow, where there was a slight bulge.

"Unfortunately, this process is too long. It will take at least five hundred years. So far, no one has ever been able to practice the flesh-and-blood martial arts to its limit."

Yuan Zhaokui has been a flawless warrior for fifty years. Although he has not broken through to the second level in fifty years, his body is getting stronger all the time. Although it is very subtle, it has brought about a qualitative change over time.

Only then did he realize that the flawless warrior was not the limit of the human body.

It is the end point that humans can only reach.

After listening to Yuan Zhaokui's words, Zhou Qingshan came up with a bold guess, "The number of human cells is more than 80 trillion. Does it mean that every cell needs to awaken? Is it lifespan that limits the human body?"

Mo Yanqiu fell into deep thought.

Yuan Zhaokui slowly said, "The sooner you reach the level of a flawless warrior, the deeper your foundation will be, and the further you can go in the spiritual martial arts in the future."

This is actually something that only a small number of warriors need to consider. Few ordinary people can achieve the level of a flawless warrior before the age of thirty.

If you break through to become a warrior when you are nearly thirty years old, the probability of forging a spiritual weapon will be a gamble with your life.

But Mo Yanqiu is only twenty years old and Zhou Qingshan is only seventeen years old. They are both very young and have unlimited possibilities in the future.

The furnace flies to the sky, Hunyuan Zhenwu.

A lifespan of 500 years already makes one a god-like figure, and the “Silver” in the Martial Arts Hall has such qualifications!

Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, it is worth Yuan Zhaokui's investment to create a good relationship for the Yuan family.

"Been taught a lesson."

The couple looked at each other and bowed in thanks.

Yuan Zhaokui continued to instruct on the tricks of martial arts. Mo Yanqiu and Zhou Qingshan compared their own skills, and the two verified each other and gained a lot.

The true teaching is a sentence. Yuan Zhaokui's experience is more useful than the previous comments on true skills.

After talking about martial arts, Yuan Zhaokui talked to the two about the wonderful uses of "spiritual weapons", mainly some experiences in fighting against military commanders and alien races.

The lecture focused on the rabbit tribe and how to deal with the strange skills of other tribes. This was related to their lives and property, so the two of them listened attentively and were fascinated.

Yuan Zhaokui even took out a catalogue of military books and asked the two men to accept it.

During the discussion, he suddenly asked about the characteristics of Zhou family's spiritual weapons. The two families could exchange spiritual weapon resources with each other. Zhou Qingshan talked about the wonderful use of "Golden Flame", which was significantly helpful for hidden injuries, especially after broken limbs could be regenerated.

Yuan Zhaokui was very interested, and Yuan Hong showed his joy, and wanted a golden flame on the spot. Unfortunately, the little flame bird had not yet fully charged, so he had to reserve the next golden flame.

The Yuan family's spiritual weapon, Hun Tian, ​​is an old white ape who can turn stone into steel. The steel is called "Hun Tian Steel". Its characteristic is that as long as some of it is mixed into the forging of weapons, both the toughness and hardness will be significantly improved.

This kind of auxiliary material will be used by both black armor and black soldiers.

At the time of parting, Yuan Zhaokui noticed that Zhou Qingshan was not wearing any armor, so he generously gave him a hundred kilograms of Hun Tian steel.

Zhou Qingshan did not refuse. He considered these as a deposit for the Little Flame Bird's golden flame.

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A few days later.

Zhou Qingshan was not in a good mood and did not go out. He just stayed in the restaurant with his wife to practice.

Days passed in peaceful and fulfilling cultivation until the city lord's banquet was about to begin. Zhou Qingshan went to the inner city of Black Cloud City with his grandfather Wei Shijiang and Xi Jinzhong.

According to the rules of the city, Zhou Qingshan handed in his tribute to the city lord's mansion. Although it was not much, only 500 treasure yuan worth of various precious herbs and treasures, the officials still carefully registered them one by one.

The city lord owns the largest spiritual realm, and the tribute he pays to the rural lord is actually just symbolic. First, the spiritual realm belongs to him. Second, the collection of these is also to consider whether the rural lord is capable of managing a spiritual realm.

The big ones are the spiritual seeds and spiritual medicines from the second-level spiritual vein of the city.

After the official had done all this, he sent guards to lead the three people into the city lord's hall.

Many nobles and influential people in the city gathered in the hall. Everyone was dressed in gorgeous clothes, wearing precious accessories, and some even had gorgeous feathers of exotic animals and flowers on their heads, which was very fashionable.

There were also many soldiers wearing black armor.

Zhou Qingshan glanced around and took in the situation in the hall.

On both sides of the hall, rows of tables were placed on the ground, and the various rural lords were sitting in groups of three or four, either kneeling or cross-legged, chatting with their friends.

On each table there were meat, fine wine, spiritual fruits, and even three spiritual seeds. The closer to the city lord, the more precious the spiritual seeds on the table were. There were even third-level spiritual seeds on the tables to the left and right of the city lord - "Xuanhuang Spiritual Seeds".

The entire hall was filled with a mouth-watering aroma, and a faint golden mist lingered around, causing people to instinctively desire to devour.

Even some country lords with weak martial arts skills only need to twitch their noses and take a few deep breaths of the air contaminated with third-level spirit seeds to fill their stomachs.

The guards led Zhou Qingshan to the middle of the banquet and sat him down, while his grandfather Wei Shijiang and Xi Jinzhong sat not far away.

Zhou Qingshan and Mo Yanqiu sat down cross-legged. On the table were three red fruits, emitting an attractive luster and aroma.

This is a second-level low-grade spiritual seed.

Zhou Qingshan glanced around and noticed that the seating arrangement was very particular. Above the seats were the spiritual soldier families who controlled the "spiritual soldiers" and had combat soldiers, and below were warrior lords like my grandfather Wei Shijiang and Xi Jinzhong.

At the end of the hall, there is a first-grade, lower-quality jade spirit seed. Although it is of a lower grade, it is still a rare treasure for many lords.

If there is no special opportunity, this is also a chance for some rural lords to devour spiritual seeds once every three years to relieve their "hunger".

It was also the first time for Zhou Qingshan to attend the city lord's tribute banquet as a lord. His grandfather Wei Shijiang introduced the process on the side and occasionally stood up to introduce acquaintances.

During this time, people kept coming into the hall and taking seats. My grandfather Wei Shijiang seemed like a know-it-all and would point out their identities one by one.

He introduced several important members of the Lingbing family to Zhou Qingshan.

As well as the generals in the Black Dragon Army, these people all hold a vital position in Black Cloud City.

Yuan Zhaokui was born in the Black Dragon Army. He was a member of the first spiritual soldier family who responded to the city lord Xu Qingzhou's order to open up new land. His strength was also at the top level among all the generals. His seat was very close to the city lord, only a few dozen steps away.

Yuan Zhaokui made great contributions and was appointed as the commander of the second-level spiritual vein. He must be the best among them.

Soon, the military leaders arrived one after another.

Li Qingge's desk is located on the left of the City Lord, and Young Master Shenlong's seat is on the right.

The left is respected here. It is obvious that in Black Cloud City, Li Qingge's status is higher than that of Young Master Shenlong.

The five military masters of Black Cloud City.

The city lord is Xu Qingzhou, and under him are Li Qingge and Young Master Shenlong. The last two military leaders actually all came from the Black Dragon Army.

One of them was named Xing Zhan.

One of them was named Meng Ying.

The Xing family and the Meng family are the direct descendants of Black Cloud City. One is the followers of the Xu family for generations, and the other is a rural genius who forged spiritual weapons in war.

Zhou Qingshan was very surprised by this. His grandfather Wei Shijiang said that Black Cloud City was roughly divided into three major forces. The first was the city lord's lineage, the second was the martial arts hall, and the third was the dynasty's nobles.

And among the nobles of the dynasty, except for Young Master Shenlong, there was not a single military lord, not a single warrior of the second level.

Li Qingge must be on the side of the city lord Xu Qingzhou, four against one? Why do the royal nobles have the power?
But Zhou Qingshan changed his mind and decided that he would not allow anyone else to snore beside the Black Dragon's bed.

City Lord Xu Qingzhou's capacity to accommodate a Young Master Shenlong is probably already at its limit.

"It's Lord Blooddrinker and Lord City Lord!"

Soon, there was a vibration outside the hall, and a loud sound broke the silence in the hall.

Suddenly, a huge shadow covered the entrance of the hall, and then a black dragon hundreds of feet long slowly swam into the hall.

The huge body swam freely in the air, its scales flickering dimly under the light. The huge body almost occupied half of the hall, making everyone present feel an indescribable shock.

In front of such a huge monster, humans seem so small, as if they are not even as big as one of its scales.

However, on top of the dragon's head stood a middle-aged man in a black robe. He was calm and dignified, standing with his hands behind his back, with an air of looking down on the world between his brows, as if everything in the world was under his gaze.

The person standing above Lingbing Xueyin's head is none other than the city lord Xu Qingzhou.

Lord Blooddrinker swam slowly to the top of the giant pillar in the hall, then circled gracefully, its long beard swaying gently with the movement. It stared at everyone in the hall with its dragon eyes, as if examining every guest in the hall.

Xu Qingzhou walked slowly down from the top of the dragon's head and sat down in the guest of honor seat.

The atmosphere in the entire hall became solemn. Even the air seemed to freeze and not a sound could be heard.

The lords and warriors present stood up and saluted to show their respect.

"Greetings to the Lord City Lord, greetings to Lord Blood Drinker!"

"Greetings to the Lord City Lord, greetings to Lord Blood Drinker!"

Zhou Qingshan and Mo Yanqiu also stood up with the crowd, his eyes fixed on Xu Qingzhou.

Xu Qingzhou picked up the wine and said nothing more. His voice resounded throughout the hall:

"Gentlemen, please drink up!"

This is a brief invitation.

The lords and warriors responded one after another, raising the wine glasses in front of them.

"Cheers to the Lord of the City, and to Lord Blooddrinker!"

Xu Qingzhou picked up the wine glass and drank it all, then waved his hand to signal everyone to take a seat.

As the banquet officially began, the musicians played melodious music, and the atmosphere in the hall became more lively.

The waiters shuttled among the guests, filling their glasses with fine wine and serving them plates of carefully prepared meat.

The banquet was soon halfway over, and everyone had eaten and drunk their fill.

The city lord Xu Qingzhou then started talking about business.

(End of this chapter)