Chapter 142 Winter Thunder

Winter thunders burst across the sky above Wuxing Mountain.

Winter thunders are rare, and the common people believe that thunder in winter is a bad omen, also known as "thunder in winter", similar to "snow in June", and there is even a saying that "thunder in winter means piles of graves".

For the black-clad people stationed outside Wuxing Mountain, this is an ominous sign.

They were already resentful because they were stationed in Wuxing Mountain and could not go home for the New Year, and seeing such a bad omen at this time, their hearts were inevitably unsettled.

There is no way, the fighting will of the Shenshu Imperial Army is compared with the border army, just like the Taoist priests in the flower garden are compared with the wild Taoist priests, there is indeed a gap. It's just that the various equipment of the Shenshu Imperial Army, from firearms to armor to horses, are better than other black-clad people, and there are enough senior generals, which makes the Shenshu Camp famous.

Xing Nian is responsible for tonight's duty, carrying a musket and a saber, and patrolling on horseback. The north is cold, not to mention the night, where water turns to ice. The night wind is not just slightly cool, but piercing. Even if you wear a heavy cloak and sit on the horse for a long time, your body will still be a little stiff. At this time, you can only rely on your cultivation to resist.

Next to Xing Nian is an old man in black. He can't be said to be a veteran, but he has no connections and his cultivation is not good. He fails the annual assessment, so he has always been an ordinary imperial guard and has never been promoted. Even this kind of dirty and tiring work is his.

Fortunately, the salary of the imperial guards is high. Even ordinary imperial guards can get six Taiping money every month, and there are barracks and winter clothes. Many black-clad people, as long as they don't get married, they won't be cold or hungry, and their lives are still free.

Of course, if you get married and have a wife and children, that's another matter. Let alone free, I'm afraid there are countless troubles and endless difficult sutras to recite. Otherwise, why do they say that poor couples are sad about everything? If you can't get promoted, you have to look at other people's faces in the barracks, and you have to look at your wife's face at home. You are scolded for being incompetent. This is also a common problem for some women. It seems that all the misfortunes in life can be attributed to one reason - marrying the wrong person.

Yes, marry a man, you get clothes and food. If you marry the emperor as a concubine, where are all these troubles?

Unfortunately, you can't marry.

Whether it's the emperor or other dignitaries, why do they want to marry a daughter of a commoner?

Even if the family background is not equal, you must be equal in your own abilities. Take Qi Xuansu for example. If he is still a congenital person and a seventh-rank Taoist priest, facing Zhang Yuelu who is climbing step by step, he can't do anything. The two people who have less and less intersections are almost certain to become estranged, and they don't even change according to their will, unless Zhang Yuelu simply wants to keep a canary for fun.

But Qi Xuansu caught up with Zhang Yuelu. Although he was always suppressed, their status was roughly equal, so they had more and more interactions, and in the constant interactions, their feelings would become deeper and deeper.

This is a very realistic problem. It is not impossible to change your fate by getting married, but it is just like changing your fate by passing the imperial examination, which is difficult.

So many young people have recently come to their senses, not getting married, not passing on the family line, poverty will not last for more than three generations, it is better to enjoy life while you can, so let it be.

Xing Nian is such a young man. He joked with his old friend beside him: "Lao Liu, you are so old, and you don't have a wife, so naturally you don't have children. What will you do when you are old? When you can't work anymore, or even get out of bed, can you just wait to die? I'm afraid that one day you will stink and no one will know."

Lao Liu said: "Aren't you the same?"

Xing Nian chuckled: "Since ancient times, there is only one reason why you can't get a wife, that is poverty. Everything else is false. You may say that I am not good-looking, but not all women are as beautiful as fairies. There are also some who are not good-looking. Why don't those ugly ones like me? It's because I am poor."

Lao Liu smiled and said: "Since you know you are poor, then work hard while you are young."

Xing Nian raised his whip and pointed at Lao Liu: "You are talking nonsense again. Can I get promoted by hard work? I need Taiping money to open the way? If I had 200 Taiping money, matchmakers would have stepped through the threshold of my house long ago."

Lao Liu just smiled and didn't refute.

In fact, military merits are fine, but they are not border troops. The imperial capital has been peaceful for a long time, and there has been no fighting for decades, so how can there be military merits?

Besides, military merits require desperate efforts. If you are not careful, you will become someone else's military merit.

Xing Nian continued: "A person who lives for a hundred years will die, and a person who lives for fifty years will also die. In a few years, if there is no improvement, I will find a connection to transfer to the navy, maybe I can win wealth and honor my wife and children."

Lao Liu's left eye seemed to be covered with a layer of film, gray and lifeless, and did not move. If you look closely, you will find that this is actually a fake eye. He glanced at the young man next to him with his intact right eye: "You always say that you will not get married, but you still want a woman in your heart. I really don't care. You are just sour grapes."

Xing Nian was a little embarrassed: "What age are you? You are powerless and can't even get on a horse and lift a gun. What age am I? I am in my prime. How can this be compared?"

At this moment, a series of thunders sounded.

Xing Nian muttered quietly, "Oh my god, why is there thunder in the middle of winter?"

Because the thunder was so loud, Xing Nian couldn't hear his own voice.

When Lao Liu was about to speak, a blood flower suddenly burst out from his chest, and he fell off the horse's back.

Xing Nian was stunned.

It was a musket. Someone fired in the dark under the cover of thunder, and pierced through the armor of the man in black, killing him with one shot.

Old Liu died before he could get out of bed.

Xing Nian reacted immediately, rolled off his horse, and lay on the ground.

The enemy was in the dark, and there was a musket. Riding on a horse was like a living target. Even if he turned around and wanted to escape, he couldn't be faster than the bullet of the musket.

Then Xing Nian thought of a very realistic question, who would have a musket?

Either the man in black, or...

A black armored boot appeared in Xing Nian's field of vision, which was somewhat similar to the man in black, but also somewhat different. The silver silk thread outlined a cloud-like pattern on the black armored boot, which was very gorgeous.

This gorgeousness was not for decoration, but a Taoist talisman.

In an instant, Xing Nian knew who the enemy was.

The next moment, a bullet penetrated Xing Nian's head - because he was cold, Xing Nian did not wear an iron helmet, but a leather hat.

The owner of the armored boots slowly appeared. He was a Taoist spiritual officer who was reloading bullets into the hand gun that was still covered with smoke, and carrying a long gun on his back. Not far behind him were two colleagues holding long guns. The three of them communicated only through simple gestures, without saying a word, and were silent. Their faces were covered by masks, and their expressions could not be seen. The masks flashed a cold luster under the slightly dim moonlight.

After the three confirmed that Xing Nian and Lao Liu were dead, they continued to move forward.

Similar scenes also appeared in other places. The elite spiritual officers of the Taoist sect took advantage of the night to attack the Five Elements Mountain in an all-out manner, and the Shenshu Imperial Army suffered heavy casualties.

However, this move also alarmed the garrison commander who was responsible for commanding the Shenshu Imperial Army.

This is a warrior in the Wuliang stage, who has reached a state of ever-changing, with a terrifying physique. He strode out of the military camp, and with every step, his body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the surging blood overflowed from his body, as if he was inlaid with a blood edge.

In the blink of an eye, this Wuliang warrior has changed from an ordinary person to a giant six feet tall, which is the "great witch's true body" of the human immortal true body. However, unlike the "delicate" female witches who tend to be alchemists, the warrior in the human immortal true body state has knotted muscles and bloodshot eyes, giving people a great sense of oppression.

Although the warrior is only one person, when he walks, it seems like a large group of cavalry charging, with a loud noise.

The spiritual officials opened fire one after another, and countless bullets splashed towards the warrior like a "iron rain", but facing the physique that is said to be indestructible, the bullets below "Dragon Eye Yiyi" can't cause any damage at all.

The warrior threw a punch without paying attention to anyone around him. Before the punch even reached him, the wind from the punch made countless trees bend and even raised a cloud of flying sand and rocks.

At this moment, the high-ranking spiritual officer here also made a move.

The black-as-ink spiritual officer armor was airtight, leaving no gaps. Unlike the low-ranking spiritual officers, the talisman patterns were not drawn with silver lines, but the talismans were engraved with dark lines. At first glance, there was nothing. Only when you look closely can you find the dense talismans on the spiritual officer armor.

This was a veritable second-rank spiritual officer, and he also punched back at the warrior's punch.

The spiritual officer's body was not powerful, but with the blessing of the spiritual officer armor and divine power, they seemed like people descended from the gods, and were not inferior to people of the same realm.

A loud bang overwhelmed the winter thunder, and the huge aftermath spread around, cutting many bare trees in half.

With a loud roar, the spiritual officer retreated, his feet plowing two long grooves on the ground.

The whole arm of the warrior was blown into pieces, with no flesh and blood left, only a few dots of light, vaguely outlining the outline of an arm. These dots of light were the condensed acupoints, which was also the mystery of seeing the indestructible spirit.

Then blood and energy rushed to the outline here, quickly filling it, and recreated an arm with the magic derived from flesh and blood. Because there was an acupoint as the center, there was no mismatch in this new arm, and there was no need to adapt again, and it could be controlled naturally.

The spiritual officer pulled out his feet and rushed towards the warrior again.

This time, the warrior did not hold back, and both fists came out together. The two exchanged hundreds of moves in a short period of time.

In terms of fist and foot moves, the martial artist is much better than Lingguan. If the score is calculated based on hitting the vital points, Lingguan would have lost more than a dozen times. Unfortunately, Lingguan's armor is surprisingly strong. The martial artist's fist can't break Lingguan's armor at all, and naturally can't cause fatal injuries to Lingguan. He can only attach layers of fist intent to Lingguan's body, making him like carrying a heavy mountain.

The divine power around Lingguan has not formed a Dharma image, nor has it condensed a Dharma body. After all, Lingguan cannot be generalized with witches and wizards. However, the divine power is not just as simple as making Lingguan's armor stronger, but also giving Lingguan some magical powers. Pure white flames are seen burning all over his body, burning the fist intent attached to the armor.

This is the "Haotian Bright Fire".

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