Chapter 177 Bring Your Own Dry Food
"Sir, do you still need an old servant to serve you?"
After bidding farewell to the city defense commander of Anqing Prefecture, Feng Qing'an set off. Not long after he walked on the official road, an old farmer leaning on a shoulder pole came up to him with a smile and recommended himself.
"Father-in-law, even if I were in need of someone to serve me, I wouldn't choose an old man like you whose body is half buried in the ground!"
Feng Qing'an couldn't help laughing when he saw the old man blocking his way.
He recognized the old man in front of him. He was one of the many Gangsha realm warriors who fought against Ming Longjia. He was the oldest and most experienced warrior. He was able to fight with Minglong for two hours, but was finally defeated due to lack of energy and blood.
"Sir, as the saying goes, an old horse in the stable still has ambitions to run a thousand miles. Don't be fooled by the old man's frail appearance, but he can still eat three dou of rice and half a sheep in one meal!"
Seeing the rejection expressed in Feng Qing'an's words, the old warrior did not give up. He placed the carrying pole in his hand on the ground, slowly stood up and straightened his back.
Even so, it only showed his tall frame, but could not hide his body which had been shriveled by the ruthless years.
"Whether you want to hunt tigers in the mountains or catch turtles in the river, I can still do it for you!"
"My father-in-law is in good health. I wonder how old he is this year?"
Feng Qing'an looked at the old warrior standing in front of him. He was obviously just one person, but the aura he exuded seemed to be taller than him who was riding on a horse. He couldn't help but ask.
Feng Qing'an still had no intention of recruiting anyone. He was mainly curious. He wanted to know how long the lifespan of a warrior at this level was. After all, their bodies had undergone two transformations and were incomparable to those of ordinary people.
"What is my age this year?"
Hearing Feng Qingan's question, the old man was slightly stunned, and then he looked thoughtful.
"Eight years ago, a group of filial younger generations held a 200th birthday party for the old man."
"Two hundred and eighty!"
Hearing the old man's age, Feng Qingan was slightly surprised, and then sighed.
"You are too old now. You should go back home and enjoy your retirement!"
For Feng Qing'an, this age means that he is a real ancestor. He is not so conscienceless as to treat this old ancestor as a servant.
"Before fighting with your Martial God Armor, I wanted to enjoy my old age, but after the fight, I can't go back. I just want to follow you, young master!"
"Why is that?"
"You may not understand, you are too young!"
"If you want to talk to me in this riddle-like tone, then please go away!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Qingan was about to chase the person away.
"Don't worry, young master. My thoughts have changed since the birthday banquet eight years ago. Although the banquet was full of my descendants, I couldn't be happy."
" Isn't it ?"
Feng Qingan felt that this guy was showing off. So many people begged for it but couldn't get it.
"I got married when I was fourteen, and the children I gave birth to were all mediocre. When I was a hundred, my wives, concubines and children had all passed away before me, but I still have more than a dozen great-grandchildren who are taking care of me.
But when I was 200 years old, all the people I knew were already buried. Even though I knew that the children who held a birthday party for me were all my blood relatives, I still treated them like strangers!"
The old man sighed. Although he had an outstanding talent in martial arts since childhood, he married an ordinary woman. This was the root of his lifelong pain.
After practicing martial arts and being reborn, he had a lifespan several times longer than that of ordinary mortals. As a result, he could only watch his wives, concubines, children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren die one after another in front of him, and endure the pain of separation again and again.
“…”
Feng Qing'an was speechless. He could understand such pain, but he couldn't experience it personally.
"I originally wanted to quietly wait until the end of my life, but I received an invitation not long ago to come to Anqing City to fight with your Martial God Armor. I have already seen the way forward.
It was at this time that I changed my mind. Rather than dying on a sickbed, I would rather die on the road of pursuing martial arts. Only in this way can I live up to my life!"
The old man explained his thoughts in a calm tone with a relaxed and indifferent smile on his face.
Feng Qing'an listened, his thoughts in turmoil.
The city defense captain, who was in his prime, was reluctant to give up his official position. Fame, wealth and power blinded his eyes. Even though he sensed an opportunity that could change his life, after careful consideration, he still chose the position that he had worked so hard to obtain for half his life.
However, there is an old martial artist who is almost done with his life. Even in his twilight years, he is still full of ambition. After realizing an opportunity that can allow him to take a further step in martial arts, he gives up everything and is unwilling to spend his remaining years in retirement.
"I wonder if you are willing to accept an old fellow like me? Although I have one foot in the ground, it will probably take another half century for my other foot to be in the ground. During this period, I can still serve you."
"If you want to follow me, then go ahead, but I won't stop because of you!"
Feng Qing'an thought about it for a while and decided not to refuse. An old warrior who was devoted to seeking the truth was not really so old that he could not move. He just showed signs of blood exhaustion. He could observe and if he performed well, he could reverse the situation.
It is naturally extremely difficult to increase one's lifespan, but it is possible to make up for the lifespan he had lost. Compared to increasing one's lifespan, this is easier.
Warriors are ferocious and aggressive, and are always ready to fight to the death with others. God knows how many fights this old guy in front of him has experienced in the past two hundred years.
Feng Qing'an didn't know all these, but there was one thing he was clear about, that was that the old guy's vital energy had been severely depleted. However, this situation was very common among warriors, and it was rare for a warrior to have full vital energy.
"Just keep going forward, sir. If I can't keep up, I will stop and won't hinder you!"
The old man gave a joyful smile and made the assurance.
"By the way, I seldom take the official road. When I feel like it, I'll go over the mountains and over the ridges. Do you mind?"
"That's really a coincidence. When the old man is on the road, he also likes to cross mountains and hills instead of taking the main road!"
"That's not bad. May I know your last name? How should I address you?"
Feng Qingan asked again.
"I dare not address myself in front of you, my surname is Zhao, and I was the third son in the family. If you don't mind, you can just call me Zhao Lao San!"
"If I call you that, and others hear it, they will probably talk about me and accuse me of being disrespectful to the elderly!"
"this……"
The old warrior was stunned. Although he had lived a long life, he was still a warrior in the end. Warriors rarely respected the old and loved the young, especially when fighting.
"You are already so old, so you must be quite familiar with people and things. In that case, you can be my housekeeper. I will call you Housekeeper Zhao. What do you think?"
"Thank you for your kindness, sir!"
As he spoke, the old man bowed, then looked at his worn-out clothes.
"Then I must change into something that matches my outfit. This one is too shabby!"
"It doesn't matter. If anyone dares to whine in front of you, just slap him!"
Feng Qing'an was on the road again, and behind him there was a steward named Zhao who seemed to be law-abiding and cautious in his words and deeds. However, he was only the first one, not the last one.
There have always been many martial arts fanatics and maniacs who are willing to give up fame, wealth and honor for higher martial arts achievements.
As the rumor about the Martial God Armor spread from Anqing Prefecture to all directions, Feng Qingan found that his originally dull journey had become lively.
There were warriors coming to his door every day. At first, Feng Qing'an just watched for fun, but later on, he became impatient because he found that these guys who came to him all wanted to get something for free.
Because according to rumors, the Martial God Armor is a divine armor that can only point fingers but not hurt people's lives.
In this situation, some warriors who are eager to make further progress come looking for him, and even some timid and cowardly guys, after hearing the rumors, dare to follow. After all, their lives will not be endangered, and they may not even get hurt. In this case, why not experience the so-called God of War for themselves?
Feng Qing'an initially agreed to let Ming Longjia fight with the warriors because Ming Longjia could integrate what he had learned during the fight.
However, after realizing that Ming Longjia would not gain positive feedback and benefits from fighting against an opponent of this level, but would instead waste time, he changed his approach.
Want to fight with the God of War? Sure!
First of all, one must be in the Gangsha realm. Secondly, one must defeat the old butler first. Only by defeating the old butler can one fight against the Martial God Armor. Finally, this is the most important point.
Fighting against the Martial God Armor is no longer without cost. If you lose, you must hand over all the martial arts skills and techniques you have practiced. If you win, well, that's simply impossible.
Feng Qing'an has full confidence in Minglongjia, but which warrior who dares to come and provoke him is not confident in himself?
Not only for fishing, Feng Qing'an also laid enough bait. The winner can get from him a martial arts scripture that can be practiced to the divine pill realm.
Although it is a deduced divine pill realm, and even the creator of the deduced technique has not cultivated to this realm, it is not false. Moreover, this is just bait used to catch "fish". Feng Qingan never intended to feed it to the " fish", so it doesn't matter.
However, when the aroma of the "bait" spread, the warriors of the Jin Dynasty suddenly went crazy, and all the warriors who got the news set out without hesitation.
Maybe some people don't care about the Martial God Armor and sneer at the Martial God's nickname, but there are very few warriors who don't care about a martial arts scripture that has been cultivated to the divine pill realm.
The control of martial arts techniques by the Great Jin Dynasty was particularly strict. Since it could not control immortal cultivators, the constraints on ghosts and gods were also quite limited. In the territory of the Great Jin Dynasty, there were many gods who accepted rewards and did not obey orders.
So when a martial arts scripture that could be used to cultivate to the divine pill realm appeared, many martial artists suddenly went crazy. It's not that no one questioned the news, but after checking the origins of the person who held the martial arts scripture, no one questioned it anymore.
Is it strange that my brother, who has killed so many ghosts and gods, has a martial arts book that can be practiced to the divine pill realm? It would be abnormal if he didn't have one.
Therefore, wherever Feng Qing'an passed, the ground was in a mess and devastation. This naturally had nothing to do with him. It was just the destruction caused by the warriors who chased after him and the traces left by the fight.
It was mostly a fight between warriors. Ming Longjia basically did not make much move. The obstacles set up by Feng Qingan were able to eliminate many warriors. Of course, there was only Butler Zhao, which made it too difficult for the old man.
Feng Qing'an was not such a bastard, so later on, Feng Qing'an recruited a few more Gangsha warriors who expressed their desire to follow him, and asked them to select opponents for Ming Longjia.
As for the reward? That's even simpler. Just let Ming Longjia beat them up regularly. The more miserable the beating, the better. The more ruthless the beating, the better. After the beating, these guys have to thank him with joy.
Gold, silver, money and the like are too vulgar. Not to mention that Feng Qing'an looks down on them, no one cares about these guys who come looking for him. Most of them are smart people who bring their own food and want to serve him.
However, Feng Qing'an's vision became higher and higher, and he became more picky when choosing followers. After the number of warriors following him increased to seven, he basically stopped selecting people.
It was enough. Although it was common for warriors to break hands and feet when fighting, Feng Qing'an had a Qilin beast by his side that could revive the dead. So the injury was nothing. As long as he was not dead, he could bring everything back.
This also made the warriors of Dajin even more crazy!
"Sir, we are just ahead of Jinling Mansion!"
There were a lot of carriages and horses, and Butler Zhao, who looked dozens of years younger and had a head full of white hair, chased to the carriage, lowered his head, and reported respectfully.
"I have sent Sun Biao into the city first to prepare a residence for you to stay in!"
"Um!"
A lazy voice floated from the side of the carriage. The soft forest breeze blew up the curtains, and a young man could be seen lying between two wolves. After not seeing him for a few days, he had developed a noble air, just like a young man who walked out of a noble family's mansion. The title of young man was no longer a respectful title for him.
"Just make the arrangements, no need to report everything!"
"yes!"
The old butler withdrew respectfully, and by dusk, he had moved into a large house surrounded by a group of powerful warriors. He did not spend a penny, as his followers paid for it out of their own pockets and the title deed was delivered to him.
Just after they settled in, the familiar scent of sandalwood began to waft through the yard again. This time, before Feng Qing'an could react, the other Gangsha warriors who moved in with him had already drawn their swords.
Warriors who have been cleansed by the energy of the heavenly Gang and the earthly evil are not ordinary people, and most of the tricks used by demons, ghosts, snakes and gods cannot deceive their eyes.
"kill!"
A sturdy man as big as a bear, holding a bloody knife in his hand, stared at the ghosts and gods that floated over the wall into the yard. Without saying a word, he chopped them down with the knife. Even if they were ghosts and gods, they had to inform first before coming in. If they came without notice, they were thieves and would be killed!
"Sir, spare my life!"
The ghosts and gods who entered the courtyard through the wall were so frightened when they saw the sword light coming towards them with a tragic and murderous aura, that their souls were almost dispersed. The warriors with thick blood and energy, like a furnace, were the people they hated the most.
"stop!"
Feng Qing'an shouted at the bear man to stop, causing the knife light to stop in the air, thus saving the ghosts and gods under the knife from having their bodies cut off by the knife. However, even so, he was still trembling, because dozens of eyes were falling on him, bringing him unprecedented pressure.
"Interesting! When I entered the city before, the ghosts and gods I saw were either civil and military judges or the city god himself. I didn't expect that when I arrived here, it was actually a minor official like you!"
"My lord, you have misunderstood. I am here to deliver an invitation to you. The City God has already arranged a welcoming banquet for you!"
