Kill me a few more times and I'll be invincible

The middle-aged man doesn't have any official authority and imposing manner. He is just a middle-aged warrior in strong clothes. He is not too strong and looks average.

"The second-rank official is already an important minister in the court, and the iron lady must give it to him." The shopkeeper didn't dare to neglect, and quickly lowered his head:

"Dare to ask this lord is..."

He was a little confused, just now he said that the imperial court was wrong in front of so many guests, now this small inn has a second rank official?

"Oh, I'm not an official, just ask casually." The middle-aged man smiled slightly.

The shopkeeper froze, out of breath, and was about to speak, but saw the middle-aged man say again:

"But I am a second-rank official in the current dynasty, the son of the Minister of Rites."

The shopkeeper's face changed again, and finally he smiled wryly:

"Aren't adults trying to entertain villains?"

"That's not true. I just want to test how prestigious the son of a second-rank official is." The middle-aged man chuckled, making the shopkeeper smile wryly, and couldn't help but secretly rolled his eyes.

Qiao Mu listened quietly by the side, but doubts arose in his heart.

The second-rank official is indeed a high-ranking official, but the Minister of Rites, he happened to know...

"Is this person really Hai Wuya's son?"

Chapter 180 Chapter 174 People with Abnormal Intuition (3k

The six ministers are the second rank in the official system of the Great Yan, and they are already the top officials of the Great Yan court, with astonishing power.

The innkeeper did not suspect the possibility of an impersonation.

Because Anxiguan is still in Zhongzhou, only a few hundred miles away from the imperial capital, pretending to be a family member of such a high-ranking official is tantamount to taking death.

When the middle-aged man revealed his identity, the innkeeper naturally laughed apologetically, for fear of offending such a son of a minister.

It's just that the other guests at the next table unconsciously looked at each other before getting up and leaving.

Qiao Mu saw this scene in his eyes and didn't say much, just eating noodles quietly beside him.

Although there are many rich and powerful children.

But Hai Wuya is different, he was just taken out of the prison by Emperor Yonghe not long ago...

Other children of the rich and powerful can be dudes because they have a stable position, power in their hands, and are sought after by others.

And Hai Wuya has been squatting in the sky prison for 30 years, and now he has only been out for a month, so this son of Hai Wuya is starting to get carried away?

Moreover.

This person is not a young man in his teens or twenties, he looks to be middle-aged, and now he is just starting to play a domineering dandy for fun, isn't it a bit late blooming?

"Hehe, it seems that the position of Da Yan's Shangshu is still full of official authority... I have lived half my life, and I didn't expect to be able to get some glory, so I can rest assured."

The middle-aged man also noticed the departure of the guests at the next table, and he didn't feel inappropriate, on the contrary, he was complacent.

"Mr. Hai was joking..." The shopkeeper wiped his sweat and became more humble.

After being flattered by the innkeeper, Mr. Hai gradually became tired of it.

After eating and drinking, he was about to get up, but unexpectedly, the innkeeper came over in a hurry. After hesitating a few times, he finally made up his mind and said deeply:

"Mr. Hai has a prominent status and is not very human. If you want to come to guard the gate, the Iron Lady will also sell your face."

"Mr. Ruo Hai is really able to leave the Anxi Gate, can you help the villain by the way?" The shopkeeper hesitated, and took out a letter from his arms.

It's just that Mr. Hai interrupted him impatiently before he finished speaking.

"Did you get it upside down?"

"I am the son of Shang Shu, and you want to ask me to help you? When do I have to run errands for you? Owe you?"

"The villain doesn't dare." These words almost made the innkeeper fall to his knees in fright, but then he said hastily:

"Mr. Hai insisted on going out of Anxiguan. Presumably, some relatives died in that alien war, right?"

"The elder brother of the villain is actually a member of the one hundred thousand army in the past, or the relatives of the adult can be regarded as the same robe..."

"I just hope that, for the sake of the brotherhood, when you go to the desert to pay homage to the souls of the dead, you can also take this book of mine and burn it."

Speaking of this, the shopkeeper looked sincere and bowed deeply.

When Mr. Hai was slightly startled, several people came to the door of the inn. It was the guests who left in a hurry just now and returned.

"My lord, I also have a family letter here, please burn it after leaving the customs, and express my condolences..."

"If my lord is willing to help me with this favor, I'd like to be a cow and a horse..."

"In fact, in recent years, I have always dreamed of my brother who joined the army at home. I always feel that he is still there, and his remnant soul is still floating in the desert. I can't get out of the Anxi Gate, but since my lord can, please burn it for me. this book."

Mr. Hai was a little impatient at first, but he was slightly moved after listening.

There are two main folk customs in Dayan Zhongzhou about paying homage to the dead.

One is the fallen leaves returning to their roots.

The so-called life is to see people, and death is to see corpses.

Family members and relatives who died in other places for some reason had to go back to their hometown for burial after going through untold hardships.

The second is to burn family letters in front of the bones of the deceased. It is said that the letters can be sent to the underworld, which can be regarded as expressing grief.

Whether it was Mr. Hai or many people in the inn, it was because of these two points that they insisted on crossing Anxiguan and entering the desert.

This matter is placed elsewhere, but few people really do it.

After all, wars with a scale of 10 people generally only appear in the wild areas of Kyushu.

Although there is a folk custom in Zhongzhou that the fallen leaves return to their roots, but the folk customs belong to the folk customs, and we have to talk about the actual situation.

It is also impossible for the people of Zhongzhou to travel across thousands of mountains and rivers to the frontiers, collect the bones of their relatives and bring them back to their hometown.

But Anxi City is too close, it is not in the frontier, but in the hinterland of Zhongzhou, and it is even only a few days away from the imperial capital.

Therefore, over the years, people have come to worship spontaneously, and over time, a small town was even formed in front of the Anxi Pass.

"They are all men who value love and righteousness..." Mr. Hai chuckled, helped the shopkeeper who was kneeling down from the ground, and said with a smile:

"Old Chen, I visited your inn more than ten years ago, but I was stopped in front of the checkpoint by the iron lady guarding the checkpoint, forgot?"

The shopkeeper was stunned, first blushed, and then suddenly realized:

"So you were Brother Hai back then... It's been a long time."

These two people seem to be old acquaintances. Mr. Hai deliberately showed off his identity just now, and it seems that it was just a deliberate joke between acquaintances, but the shopkeeper obviously didn't recognize it before, and knelt down directly.

"It's okay to reminisce about the old days. I'm not here to reminisce about the old days with you, an old rough man." Mr. Hai smiled slightly:

"If other people in the town have letters or other sacrifices, they can also give them to me." He patted his chest and said boldly.

Including the shopkeeper, everyone was tearful, and Mr. Hai also had a flash of emotion in his eyes.

He was already middle-aged, so how could he have the leisure to show his status in front of passers-by, and show himself to those who play such low-level hobbies.

What he said to the shopkeeper was not a lie, he just wanted to see how much face and power the Minister of Rites, Hai Wuya, had.

Hai Wuya came out of the sky prison and regained power recently.

Mr. Ruo Hai, the son of Shangshu, is really a middle-aged dandy who is greedy for power, so now he should rush back to the imperial capital immediately from other places, and experience the life of a dandy of the second generation of top officials in the imperial capital.

But he didn't.

After visiting his old father once in the imperial capital, he didn't stay in the imperial capital, but came to this Anxiguan very quickly.

Live to see people, die to see corpses.

Even though his elder brother has been dead for many years, he still wants to explore the ruins of the sand city that disappeared in the desert.

"More than ten years ago, the female general guarding the pass was arrogant, saying that the weak who could not beat her were not allowed to leave the pass." Mr. Hai said to himself:

"My martial arts aptitude is mediocre. After more than ten years of martial arts training, I thought I was no match for her, but I didn't expect that there would be a turning point now."

It doesn't matter if you are not an opponent in martial arts, you can use power to suppress!

Thinking of this, Mr. Hai stood up from the table, poured down a bowl of rum, some of the wine dripped down his chin.

"Go, go to Anxiguan!"

He slammed the bowl, and strode out of the inn with great strides.

"Another big man breaks through the level!"

"This time, this big man has a lot of background, so he doesn't have to fight that female general at all."

"This time, it must be hopeful to pass the Anxi Pass!"

"That female general guarded the Anxi Pass on behalf of the imperial court, and the first-rank official crushed people to death. Now a son of a second-rank official has come. Let's see if she can do it!"

Including the shopkeeper, the rest of the inn also followed, and their emotions gradually became agitated.

The townspeople have suffered from the iron lady who guards the gate for a long time.

Because of the existence of Anxi Pass, ordinary people cannot enter the hundred-mile desert and can only stay in front of Anxi Pass.

At this moment, Mr. Hai stood up for them, and they were immediately excited, and spontaneously rushed to tell each other.

Outside the town is a large-scale cemetery.

The tombstones in the cemetery are densely packed like a forest.

When people from Zhongzhou came to this pass, they could not enter the Baili Desert, so they had to erect a tombstone in front of this pass to pay tribute to the dead.

Over time, before the checkpoint, there is a forest of tombstones, which can't be seen at a glance, and there is a vast expanse.

It was approaching the Ching Ming Festival, and many people were paying homage to the dead in the forest of steles. As someone took the initiative to tell each other, they were also excited.

Soon, Mr. Hai followed Wuyang Wuyang with a large group of people, and the momentum was huge.

Qiao Mu also got up silently after eating the noodles, and followed behind the crowd.

Dao Zhen, a disciple of Dao Dao Sect, gave him a Boundary Breaking Talisman, allowing him to ignore the influence of the Hundred Mile Desert Formation and enter the real city of Anxi.

But before that, he had to go out of the rest gate first.

Since the son of Hai Wuya can do this, he can just follow behind and save trouble.

It's just that after leaving the inn, Qiao Mu suddenly got a little restless when he got closer to the Anxi Pass across the desert, and felt something strange intuitively and instinctively.

This feeling... he is very familiar.

His intuition pointed directly to someone in the rest gate...

"In this Anxi Pass, there are also people who have practiced the "Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue"? The Wu Jihui really lingers."

Qiao Mu suddenly became interested.

If there are members of the Martial Arts Association guarding the Anxi Gate here and refusing to let ordinary people enter the desert, then things will be a bit confusing.

Forty years ago, Wu Shengren escaped from the desert alone.

And according to Daozhen, in this desert, there are still remnants of the great Yan army fighting hard until now.

And in the past 40 years, if there is a member of the Wuji Association guarding Anxi Pass and preventing Zhongzhou people from entering, does this represent the attitude of Wu Shengren?Is this martial sage hiding something?

Qiao Mu followed the crowd and came to the Anxi Pass.

It's just that the closer he got to Anxi Pass, his intuition found something strange.

"Something's wrong, it doesn't seem to be "Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue"? What's going on?" Qiao Mu frowned.

All the way to the present, he has met quite a few martial artists who have practiced the "Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue".

However, practitioners of the "Wu Shengling Rhinoceros Jue" including Hai Wuya, Wu Qizheng, and even Wu Shengren, all have subtle differences in their intuitions from the people in the Anxiguan in front of them.

Is thinking.

The gate of Anxi Pass opened in front of me with a bang, and two rows of strong soldiers poured out, and then a female general riding a horse, wearing a fish scale armor, and a layer of armor covering her face held a gun in one hand, and stood in front of the soldiers. Walked out of their crowd.

And Qiao Mu's Wu Shengling Rhinoceros Art intuitively sensed that it was indeed the female general among the crowd.

Chapter 181 Chapter 175

The intuition of Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue is two-way.

Although this person's intuition was different from that of other practitioners of "Wu Sheng Sheng Xi Jue", but the moment Qiao Mu fixed his eyes on the female general, the other party obviously felt it and looked down.