Chapter 235: Song Baige recognizes his father on the battlefield.
Li Qingxian watched Zi Xunxianfeng outside the Penal Department Yamen again, and continued to mark the demon cultivators lurking outside.
"There are some people hidden here, and they don't smell like demon cultivators."
"There are demon cultivators hidden here, about twenty of them."
"There are also..."
Finally, Li Qingxian calculated that there were also demon sects lurking outside the Punishment Department. More than five hundred low-quality goods.
Soon, changes appeared on the developing paper, and some of the places where I marked hidden people were changed to "own people."
After a while, Lu Yunyan's words appeared again.
"This information is very important. We also knew that they might be ambushing outside, but we didn't expect so many. Very good."
Captain Fu Mingcheng picked up the developing paper in his hand and read the new content carefully.
After a while, part of the literary cultivator team split up and merged with the hidden literary cultivator team.
Groups of literary and cultural attack teams were rushing through the streets near the Criminal Department.
Fu Mingcheng whispered: "Our team will stick to this place, don't act rashly, and be prepared for an attack by demonic cultivators."
Suddenly, a house a few hundred meters outside the Criminal Department flashed with the light of a war poem, followed by a series of roars, and then came various Calls and signaling sounds.
Li Qingxian looked there, it was an ambush point of the Demon Sect.
Under the cover of night, brilliance and noise burst out one after another nearby, and Wen Xiu fought with the demon cultivator ambushing outside.
The criminal cultivators on the city wall looked at each other, unable to make a decision for a moment. This kind of thing was not only beyond their expectations, but had never happened before.
There have been exposures before, but not as comprehensively as this time.
If we don't take action now, we can only watch as those demon disciples either surrender and never join the battle, or are severely injured, or are killed.
But now that he had rushed out, all plans were disrupted. No one knew whether Wen Xiu had lured the snake out of the hole.
After half a quarter of an hour, the lights and sounds everywhere stopped one after another.
After a while, team leaders Fu Mingcheng and Li Qingxian received the news at the same time.
Fu Mingcheng said excitedly: "The first battle was a great victory! Over two hundred Demon Sect disciples were annihilated, and more than three hundred were defeated. Not only that, in view of the large number of Demon Sect disciples this time, the Ministry of Rites, Yushitai, Dali Temple, Taichang Temple, Honglu Temple, Hanlin Preparatory teams such as the academy and the Imperial Academy are on their way. This time, I'm afraid there will be a big one! I heard before that some academies have also made preparations." Li Qingxian and Song Baige looked at each other, both of them worried and worried
. excited.
The Imperial College is a national institution of higher learning, and all the students there are top-notch students. Once they are dispatched, there will be too many people, but if it gets bigger, the consequences will be unpredictable.
Shendu is also a gathering place for students from all over the world. In the next few months, various Qingyun examinations will be held one after another, and a large number of scholars will gather in various academies in Shendu.
Once the academy students follow suit, it will be even more difficult to end it.
Song Baige whispered: "Don't worry about so much, let's do it first! I, Song Baige, will smash the door of the Punishment Department and take off the Punishment Department's plaque today!" Li Qingxian nodded, his eyes rolled with white mist, observing the situation inside the Punishment Department
.
Officials from the Zhongpin Criminal Department moved around frequently, so they must be mobilizing troops.
Not long after, the teams cleaning up the outside of the Criminal Department returned one after another, and with the addition of reinforcements, the total number of the attacking team exceeded 800.
Outside the west gate of the Ministry of Justice, there was a crowd of scholars wearing white facecloths.
On the low wall of the west gate, the demon cultivators were covered with dark turbans.
There seems to be a clear dividing line between black and white.
"Attack!"
Orders were issued through the developing paper.
"Protect!" Fu Mingcheng, the leader of the team, put the developing paper on his chest and recited a protective war poem. A series of light masks of different shapes enveloped everyone.
Then, the brilliance of the war poems all over the sky fell, condensing into one war poem general after another, charging towards the city wall.
The martial arts cultivators followed the war poets and generals, looking for opportunities.
Finally, the war poems turned into waves of rainbow waves and landed on the city wall.
The magic cultivator took action, and swarms of demon heads flew around. The demon heads looked like black-faced heads with long hair, with their bloody mouths wide open, blocking the sky.
Suddenly, Li Qingxian heard a familiar voice reciting familiar but different poems, and turned to look at Song Baige.
"In the distance, the blue sky shines on the mountains, and there are three flowing snow-capped mountains with white waves. The great Jiangxi comes to divide the heaven and the earth, and the dragon body crashes into the river in anger!" It is adapted from "Touching the Dragon Gate" by
Song Yunjing and Li Qingxian.
When the poem was completed, three water dragons flew up the city wall, roaring among the demon cultivators, slapping their claws, spitting water waves, and biting with their mouths.
Song Baige is obviously only at the seventh level, but this poem fits him very well, and its power reaches the sixth level.
Only the seventh- and eighth-grade demon cultivators on the city wall barely escaped. Those ninth- and tenth-grade demon cultivators would either die or be maimed once they were attacked by the three water dragons.
Li Qingxian looked at Song Baige.
Song Baige said proudly: "It's not shameful for a son to use his father's war poems."
Li Qingxian nodded and showed a kind smile.
"You took advantage of me! I'll settle the score with you after the battle is over!" Song Baige yelled and continued to fight.
Li Qingxian opened his spiritual eyes and scanned slowly.
After a while, he asked Fu Mingcheng in a low voice.
"Captain Fu, why don't the demon sect make a sneak attack? I remember that they are very good at using magic poison or demon heads to sneak attack."
"Demon poison is prohibited near the capital of the gods. As for their demon heads, once they get close, our literary cultivators can not only rely on Haoran's righteousness If found, they can even be easily dispelled. However, they can smear ordinary poison on weapons and magic weapons, which is also a big trouble. Unfortunately, although Haoran Zhengqi restrained the demon, the demon sect has always been rich and has many magic weapons. Most low-level literary cultivators are not rich. There is not one person out of ten who has a cultural treasure. Only older literary cultivators can hone the cultural treasure, and young people are miserable."
Li Qingxian nodded. He was poor in literature but rich in martial arts. The amount of silver resources required for literary cultivation was far less than that for martial arts cultivation. He did not need much money. In addition, most of the literati were noble and disinterested in business and wealth. As a result, literary cultivators were the poorest of all monks. , and was occasionally ridiculed as a poor cultivator.
After a while, Li Qingxian clicked on the developing paper and said at the same time: "Everyone, be careful. The magic cultivators behind the city wall have begun to distribute magic weapons. They look like poison rain quivers with poison attached." Afterwards, Li Qingxian continued to take out the Qiankun Bracelet
. All kinds of magical weapons and cultural treasures of his own, loudly said: "Use my magical weapons, remember to return them to me after the war! Keep them for now, and when the opponent uses poison rain arrows, take the opportunity to kill them with the poison rain quiver." ."
Li Qingxian shouted while handing out magic weapons and cultural treasures.
After a while, hundreds of magical artifacts and cultural treasures were distributed.
The entire squadron was heavily armed.
The top brass of the Wenxiu attack team were confused. Where did Gang Feng's son get so many magical weapons and cultural treasures? How long will it take to get rich?
There are nearly a thousand low-ranking people in the attack team. Not counting Li Qingxian, can they find a hundred cultural treasures?
Squadron leader Lu Yunyan couldn't help but ask: "Where did you get the magic weapon?"
"This matter has something to do with my good brother Ye Han. He gave me a treasure map." Li Qingxian had already thought of the words and was developing the image with his mind. Dialogue on paper.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw thirty seventh-grade demon cultivators rushing up to the city wall, and each of them put the big cylinder on their back in front of them.
The cylinder was about four feet high and about a foot in diameter, aiming diagonally at Wen Xiu in front of him.
The magic cultivators stretched out their hands to grasp it, and their whole body of mana was injected into both sides of the cylinder.
Densely packed talismans lit up on the Poison Rain quivers, and an instant later, each quiver sprayed out hundreds of jet-black mana poison arrows, like a swarm of locusts, under the hood.
Those demonic cultivators continue to inject mana, and the poison rain quiver continues to brew, and the second round will soon erupt.
(End of chapter)