Omnipresent God of War Chapter 537: On the survey
"Many times, people always like to recall everything in their past."
Wei He stood on the top of a small hill, looking at the Tai Chi picture of the tall royal tomb in the distance.
He thought about going in and taking a look at the last one or two, but unfortunately... still couldn't do it.
Over thirty years.
No matter what the result is, he is in his heart and wants to keep some thoughts for himself.
"Void Mist...I will think of a solution sooner or later to solve the practice!" Wei He had already made a decision in his heart.
The road ahead for martial arts is over. In the past few years, he has no way to do anything except use martial arts techniques and brush his blood.
True energy, true blood, both need true energy and true beasts.
Even if you are not a real person, you still need to consume a lot of high-energy alien animal flesh and blood in order to improve step by step.
But the alien beast was originally a derivative of the real beast's blood, and now the alien beast has disappeared.
Only ordinary beasts.
Wei He tried, the same set of nine-cutting techniques of the Heavenly Seal.
I can't get up at the basic stage, and I can't get up to the second level.
The Zhenjin system collapsed, and the true blood was ruined.
Because true blood is completely dependent on blood in the body.
On the contrary, it is Serakla's warrior system, only tempering his body to the limit. Fighting power is somewhat useful.
But this kind of training has reached its limit, and because there is no true energy, real beasts, strange beasts, etc. to nourish oneself, there is no knight's aura at all. Unable to prolong life and recover oneself.
So Wei He tested the Serakla fighter system. It is very exciting to practice, but the more you practice, the faster you die...
He tried all three roads, but unfortunately...none of them can get through.
Go down from the top of the mountain.
Wei He walked slowly away from the tomb.
The worry is gone, and now he still has three hundred years of life, so he spends this time looking at the world and looking at the big changes, where is the only chance to break the game.
Over the years, he has carefully investigated and found that Master Yuanduzi, most likely, did not return to the mausoleum and did not die in the open space.
Even the feathers she dropped in front of the mausoleum could last so long before they fell apart.
The master sister Yuan Duzi has such a cultivation level, it is even more unlikely that he will not even see a little wreckage.
Moreover, there is another key that caused Wei He to leave to look for clues.
That is, during an outing a few years ago, he happened to meet some tourists who came to see Tai Chi pictures.
He learned from these tourists.
In the hometown of two of the tourists, there was a legend of a giant black bird flying across the sky.
The description of the black bird resembles the appearance of the master sister Heiyin Kunpeng.
After receiving the news, Wei He couldn't sit still.
At that time, Wan Qingqing and Hanquan both needed to take care of them by themselves, and their illnesses were difficult to cure. If he hadn't forcibly dispensed medicines and hanged them, I am afraid that the two women would not survive a hundred days.
It's already the limit to be able to hang for so long.
If he left then, I'm afraid the two women would not survive for three months.
So for the sake of his family, he forcibly suppressed the impulse in his heart.
After that, after inquiring carefully one after another, Wei He discovered that the world after the zhenqi disappeared seemed not as simple as he thought.
Biological weapons have indeed been withdrawn.
Common basic gunpowder weapons are here.
Thirty years of innovation has allowed the once-great-moon ground to develop into a state similar to the previous period of the Republic of China.
The firearms and artillery have been improved again, although their power is not as exaggerated as when they were made with exotic animals and real beasts.
But it's quite enough to deal with ordinary people.
The most important thing is that there are no warriors, ordinary people and careerists, who have begun to master the right to speak.
One by one, the warlords occupied all the territories of the Great Moon in various ways. Divide this once ancient empire into many pieces.
Many people, many guns, and artillery are powerful!
This is the theme of this era.
But these alone are not enough to make Weihe's explosive speed easily reach more than twice the speed of sound.
What he really shakes is what he heard from the outside population, about the vaguely erupting strange things in various places.
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"Selling rock sugar sweet-scented osmanthus soup! Sweet osmanthus soup is not delicious, no money! A bowl of five cents!"
The hawker, carrying a load, swayed, and walked along the side of the street, stepping on the slightly moist moss stone road, all the way, shouting all the way.
The pole is on his shoulders, bending and straightening as he moves.
It's seven o'clock in the morning.
Occasionally, we can see a few patrolling soldiers in dark blue uniforms, shaking their heads and carrying guns, and yawning and walking lazily.
In the early morning of Ningzhou City, there is still a pale white mist.
The hawker walked away for a while and called for a while, but there was still no business, so he simply planned to put down his burden and rest on the steps in front of a medicinal shop.
The medicinal material shop hasn't opened yet, but the sound of people packing things can be heard faintly inside.
"Good sugar water, rock sugar osmanthus soup! Five cents per bowl, no money if it is not delicious!" The hawker screamed again.
"Bring me a bowl." A low male voice sounded from behind the vendor.
The hawker's eyes lit up, and finally a business opened.
He quickly turned around, but saw a two-meter-tall man standing in front of him, wearing a thick gray and black cloak like an iron tower.
The strong man has a chin and beard, his head is covered in a cape, and he is wearing a strange black short-sleeved bodysuit.
The underwear is very thin and looks strange, like a short shirt worn by those coolies walking the streets, but the material is obviously not a bargain.
The hawker felt strange and strange, but judging from the quality of his clothes, he was definitely not a poor man.
At the very least, it should be the grade of the family with spare money.
After all, these years, without a family background, you can't grow so big.
He hurriedly said nothing, untied the thick warm cloth, opened the lid, and skillfully scooped a bowl of rock sugar sweet-scented osmanthus soup with the wooden spoon hung inside, and handed it to the other party.
The burly man took out a handful of copper coins from his pocket, counted five articles from it, handed it back, and took a sip of the sweet-scented osmanthus soup.
It is at least five thousand miles away from the Royal Tomb of Dayue.
Five thousand miles, for ordinary people, there is no doubt that it will take dozens of days to arrive when everything goes smoothly.
But for Wei He, it's only two hours away.
This speed is faster than that of the aircraft in the previous life. At least the aircraft needs to include the security check time, and he does not need the security check.
Wei He held the sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus soup and drank it while looking around the newly arrived city.
The name Ningzhou City didn't seem to be called this before, but after the warlord's melee, this ancient city was looted twenty years ago.
After that, the remnants of the common people and the new arrivals mixed together to rebuild their homes, and the entire city was renamed Ningzhou.
It means wishing for peace.
"Only those who have experienced war will know the value of peace."
Wei He sighed softly.
"What you said... literate!" The vendor smiled and gave a thumbs up.
Although the other party's accent is a bit weird, he still understands the basic meaning.
Thirty years of evolution, the Wei family has not severed contact with the outside world, and naturally has been affected by changes outside.
Since Wei He decided to look for clues, he had already made various preparations.
Accents, money, maps, are all part of it.
And the reason why he came here, this Ningzhou city, is naturally because of the legend of the giant bird that I have heard of.
Converging his mind, Wei He wandered around, scanning the street, the increasing number of pedestrians.
These people are all yellow and thin, skinny and malnourished.
Most of the people who came out this time were coolies and dudes.
Occasionally, a rickshaw and a car drove slowly, and there were faintly visible wealthy people in long gowns and jackets, and their complexions were plump. And the passers-by outside are completely two races.
Wei He couldn't help but think of the great famine in previous years.
After the collapse of the Great Moon, a large number of meat fields were necrotic, and there was not a large number of meat fields cultivated with plants and real energy to supply meat.
The entire Dayue food supply system collapsed by half in an instant.
In that great famine, I don’t know how many tens of thousands died of starvation.
After that, there was flooding, many crops were rotten in the water, and the country's grain production plummeted.
At that time, it was really not just talking about it.
"Brother, inquire about something." Wei He said. "I was out of town before, and I heard that there was a huge black bird flying by in this city of Ningzhou. I also stopped here to rest. I wonder if this legend is true?"
"Huge black bird? Oh, are you talking about the legend of the Crow King?" The peddler had some criticisms about his being called the little brother, after all, Wei He didn't seem to be as big as him.
But now the other party asked a question, his eyes lit up and he saw a few extra coins suddenly appeared in the other's hand.
He smiled at the corner of his mouth. Accepting the copper coin in a calm manner, he quickly replied.
"The Crow King is said to have stayed on the nearby Yuewu Mountain. However, the stay was not long. Soon, it took off again and left towards the distance."
"Now on the side of Yuewu Mountain, there is also the place where the Crow King called Dengxiantai once stopped. You can go there and see."
"Climb to Sendai?" Wei He thoughtfully.
After drinking the sweet-scented osmanthus soup, Wei He returned the wooden bowl to the other party.
"By the way, I would like to ask if there is anything suitable for martial arts in Ningzhou City."
"Martial arts?" The hawker was taken aback.
Immediately he noticed that the reason the strong man in front of him was so strong was probably because of his involvement in martial arts.
"The place of martial arts practice~IndoMTL.com~ is in the suburbs of the north of the city. There is a gym. But last year I heard that there was a big fire and the house was burned. Now I don’t know where I went." The vendor shook his head. .
What's the use of martial arts these years? Before he was on the street and saw a man who practiced martial arts. He couldn't understand that the soldiers on patrol would not pay for the fruit, so he attacked the injustice.
Unfortunately, he was shot to death on the spot.
"Forget it." Wei He said lightly, although he had guesses in his mind before coming.
The true energy is cut off, the martial arts can't adapt, most of the martial arts cheats have become waste paper.
Only the most basic bits are useful.
But with such a basic level, there is only one blood level at most, it is impossible to beat the current firearms.
Farewell to the hawkers, Wei He looked at the streets that had gradually become lively, in a daze, there was a feeling of returning to the ancient city of the previous life.
But soon he cleared up his mood and hurried away from the city with strides.