Dafeng Night Watchman

Chapter 369: Empathy



If a fourth-rank warrior gets close, it is not difficult to kill other systems of the same level in seconds, and a set of operations can be achieved.

The fourth-rank warrior can have such strength, relying on two conditions: Huajin and "intention".

A warrior in the Huajin period is the peak of personal martial arts. Let alone Li Miaozhen, even Xu Qiyan, who is also a warrior, will probably be beaten when encountering a Huajin warrior.

Not to mention the fourth-rank who has cultivated "intention".

Of course, one is the Holy Maiden of Tianzong and the other is Dafeng Yinluo. Both have backhands and means to hide in the bottom of the box. But now is not the time for a fight to the death.

A fourth-rank warrior cannot be killed for a while. Once entangled by the opponent, the three will not be able to leave. By then, other spies and soldiers will rush in, and they will not be able to get away.

Xu Qiyan cannot reveal his identity, and he cannot use Confucian books and golden bodies, so he cannot be close to the fourth-rank.

"Swish!"

Li Miaozhen raised his flying sword and rushed straight into the sky, avoiding the deflected

arrow.

Below, a figure jumped onto the roof, running and leaping wildly on the roofs of residential buildings, chasing the flying sword. During the process, the figure wrapped in black robes kept pulling the bow and shooting arrows containing the fourth-grade "arrow intention". Li Miaozhen, who was soaring up, was forced down by two arrows. Just as he got rid of the arrows above his head, he suddenly heard a burst of air breaking below, and several arrows shot out.

The black-robed man on the roof shot a total of thirteen arrows. These sharp arrows were like flying swords, attacking Xu Qian'an and the other two from different angles, containing the true meaning of never giving up until they hit the enemy.

Li Miaozhen was like an old driver, controlling the flying sword to drift, turn, and spin... flexibly avoiding arrows.

But as the black-robed man shot more and more arrows, the three were trapped in a large formation of arrows.

Catch the shrimp, catch the shrimp..... Xu Qian'an cheered for Li Miaozhen's driving skills while thinking about how to get rid of the tracking on the ground.

The Confucian magic book cannot be used, the monk Shenshu cannot be used, and I don't know how many people are watching below... The Vajra Divine Art cannot be used, which will expose my identity, and the Heaven and Earth Sword Slash is the same...

Xu Qian'an then realized that he still learned less and was not fancy enough.

"Wait, not being able to cast Confucian magic does not mean that you can't use the magic book..." He had a flash of inspiration in his mind.

As the thought flashed, he saw the building under the feet of the black-robed man below collapse. He leaped up and flew to a certain height in the air. Seeing that he was about to run out of energy, an arrow flew to his feet.

He stepped on arrows one by one and kept rising into the air. In the process, he continued to shoot arrows, not giving Li Miaozhen a chance to breathe.

This should be the peak of the fourth rank... Xu Qi'an frowned.

A talisman slipped out of Li Miaozhen's sleeve, and he held it to his lips, muttering something, and then shook his hand violently and threw it out.

The talisman burned in the air, and the flames expanded "whoosh", turning into a huge fireball with a diameter of more than ten meters, like a sun.

The blazing fire illuminated the city below, making people mistakenly think that day had arrived early.

Xu Qi'an smelled a burnt smell, turned his head and saw that Zhao Jin's eyelashes were gone, and his hair was curly and yellow.

My eyelashes must be gone too... What's wrong with my hair? The whole world is targeting my hair... Thinking of his current green hair and the eyelashes that just left him, Xu Qi'an felt

sad.

Li Miaozhen's hair danced wildly, and he stretched out one hand and pushed hard.

The fireball hit the black-robed man like a meteorite.

The black-robed man moved sideways in midair, stepping on arrows, avoiding the fireball, letting it fall and endangering the people in the city, without intending to stop it.

Li Miaozhen frowned, and suddenly clenched her open palm.

Boom!

The flames exploded in the air, like a grand firework, and clusters of flowing fire exploded in a circle, and extinguished before they landed.

Seizing this opportunity, the black-robed man stepped on the arrows, flew in the air, and quickly closed the distance between the two sides.

Once he got close, he was sure to quickly injure Li Miaozhen, or at least knock her down from the air. And what Li Miaozhen could do was either abandon her two companions and escape alone, or become trapped with her companions.

Facing the black-robed man who was coming with great momentum, Li Miaozhen was not afraid, and her pretty face was calm as if a mountain collapsed in front of her, pointing her sword to the sky, and shouted:

"Pardon!"

Boom!

The sky was filled with dark clouds and thunder rumbled. A blinding lightning suddenly struck from the rolling black clouds.

The lightning was too fast. The air was not the home of a warrior. This time, the man in black robe did not avoid it and was struck on the head.

Zizi!

The lightning was blocked by the invisible air shield, and fine arcs of electricity moved on the surface of the air shield.

He used his energy to resist the lightning strike.

Zhao Jin's face changed drastically. Even such a violent lightning strike could not stop the man in black robe. With the distance between the two sides, the man in black robe would be close to them in the next moment.

Li Miaozhen frowned. Since there was no choice, she could only fight to the death on the ground. With her and Xu Qi'an's fighting power, they might have the strength to kill this peak

fourth-grade master.

At this moment, she heard Xu Qi'an say, "Keep flying!"

Without hesitation, she immediately gave up the idea of fighting to the death on the ground and drove the flying sword upwards.

At this time, the man in black robe was a few feet away and had accumulated power, ready to

pounce at any time.

Tsk!

Xu Qian'an shook his hand and burned a page of paper, using his body to block the burning of the paper, and said loudly: "God has the virtue of loving life, and we cannot kill!" The black-robed man froze in a posture as if he was about to pounce, and his sharp pupils turned soft. The will to fight disappeared, and the urge to repent rose in his heart. Repent for chasing the three people in front of him, and repent for the killings he had committed in the past.

This process only took half a second, and the warrior's strong will dispelled the influence.

It was all too late. The arrow fell out of control, and he only saw the shadows of Li Miaozhen and the other two, getting farther and farther away, and quickly disappeared in the clouds.

"Buddhism?"

The black-robed man murmured in anger and helplessness.

Li Miaozhen flew above the sea of clouds for a quarter of an hour, then turned around and flew

for another quarter of an hour. Finally, he sank his toes and broke through the sea of clouds

with the two people and returned to the world.

"Was that the spy of the King of Zhenbei?" she said in a voice transmission.

"A top-level spy." Zhao Jin replied in a voice transmission: "Anyone with this level of cultivation must be a top-level spy. Xu Yinluo is right, we are indeed being followed."

He showed an expression of emotion and admiration: "Fortunately, you two are here, otherwise Zhao would have died just now."

After seeing the strength of Feiyan and Xu Yinluo, he became more and more confident in the

next action.

As long as the two of them are willing to help, they will be able to report this matter back to the capital, and the court will punish the King of Zhenbei.

Half an hour later, according to Zhao Jin's guidance, Li Miaozhen landed outside a valley. As soon as he landed, Xu Qi'an noticed that hostile eyes were locked on him.

This is the intuition of a warrior in the Refining Spirit Realm, which can capture the hostile sights and thoughts around him.

There was no feedback of the attack, which means that the other party has no intention of taking action for the time being... Xu Qi'an turned his head calmly and glanced at Zhao Jin.

The latter nodded slightly, walked forward a few steps, and then imitated the cry of a night

owl.

A few seconds later, the same cry was heard in the valley, and the frequency of the two was the

same.

After a while, a tall and burly figure walked out of the dense forest in the valley, with a long sword on his waist and a cow horn hard bow on his back, a typical standard of a northern

warrior.

"Brother Zhao, you are finally back."

The man was a bearded man, seven feet tall, with full muscles that supported his clothes, a rough appearance, and a strong appearance of a northerner.

He stood in the distance without approaching, examining Xu Qian'an and Li Miaozhen: "Who

are they?" Zhao Jin explained: "This is the Feiyan female hero Li Miaozhen, also the saint of Tianzong. As for this one, hehe, he is the famous Yinluo Xu Qian'an.

"You two, he is my sworn brother, Li Han, a sixth-grade warrior."

The burly man with the cow horn bow on his back was quite cautious and looked at the two of

them: "How do you prove your identity."

Li Miaozhen slapped the sachet, and wisps of green smoke floated out, floating in the air, accompanied by the sound of ghosts crying.

"This method of controlling ghosts can only be found in the Wushen Sect and the Taoist sect." The burly man with the ox-horn bow looked at Xu Qi'an and said with a fist:

"We are avoiding arrests and must be cautious. I hope you understand... How do you prove

that you are Xu Yinluo?"

Xu Qi'an said nothing, took out the waist badge that symbolized his identity, threw it over, and said: "Give this to Zheng Xinghuai, he will naturally know my identity."

A common man in the world may not recognize the waist badge of a night watchman, but Zheng Xinghuai, the governor of a continent, will definitely not be unfamiliar with it.

The burly man took the waist badge, pondered for a moment, and said: "Wait a moment, both

of you."

He immediately strode into the valley. About a quarter of an hour later, Xu Qi'an saw the light of the torch moving towards him.

A group of people came up, led by a thin old man in his early fifties with a goatee. The first impression he gave was that he was old-fashioned and majestic, with the unsmiling temperament of a superior.

Behind this man were six people from the underworld. One of them gave Xu Qiyan a great

sense of threat. He was tall and thin, with heavy bags under his eyes, as if he had been hollowed out by excessive indulgence.

Among the other five, there was Zhao Jin's sworn brother Li Han, as well as three men and one

woman.

While Xu Qiyan was examining everyone, the other party was also observing him and Li Miaozhen. Everyone felt that this young man who tilted his head and squinted at people was a little unruly.

The gaunt old man stared at Xu Qiyan and bowed, "But is it Xu Yinluo?"

"Yes!"

Xu Qiyan nodded, held his cheek with his palm, rubbed it gently, and restored his true

appearance.

"It's really Xu Yinluo." Li Han smiled in surprise.

Everyone present seemed to have seen Xu Qiyan's portrait, and breathed a sigh of relief,

thinking, it's Xu Yinluo, no wonder he tilted his neck and squinted at people, this unruly and arrogant momentum is not something that ordinary people can match.

"I am Zheng Xinghuai, the governor of Chuzhou." The thin old man bowed and said, "This is

not a place to talk. Please come in."

Xu Qian'an and Li Miaozhen followed them into the valley. There was a natural cave in the valley, which was spacious and deep, leading directly to the belly of the mountain. Zhao Jin moved the branches at the entrance of the cave and made a simple disguise. A bonfire was burning in the cave, and a simple "bed" was laid with dry grass. There wereNôv(el)B\\jnn

many bones scattered on the ground. In addition, there were iron pots and rice reserves.

After escaping from the city, they hid in the mountains...Xu Qian'an scanned the cave and sat down by the bonfire at Zheng Xinghuai's signal.

"They are all guests in my house. When we escaped, there were more than 20 people, but now

there are only six of them." Zheng Xinghuai introduced.

The tall and thin man was called Shentu Baili, a fifth-grade Huajin master. After the death of

two fourth-grade masters, he became the strongest in this distressed team.

The remaining three men, the fat and strong man is called Wei Youlong, with a sixth-rank

cultivation, wearing a dirty purple robe, and his weapon is a machete.

The one who uses the spear is called Tang Youshen, with a scar on his left cheek. When he

looks at people, his eyes are sharp, like a knife, which reminds Xu Qiyan of Jiang Luzhong, who is also known for his sharp eagle eyes.

According to Zheng Xinghuai, Tang Youshen was a military man. He was dismissed for

offending his superiors. Later, he was recruited by Zheng Xinghuai and became a guest official in the mansion.

The last man carried a long sword, with handsome features, and his name was Chen Xian. The beautiful young woman was his wife, and the couple also used swords. Together with Zhao Jin's sworn brother Li Han, there were exactly six people.

Xu Qiyan glanced at everyone, and then looked at Li Miaozhen, who understood and opened

the red rope on the sachet, releasing a wisp of green smoke.

The green smoke turned into a man with a blurred face in the air, muttering: "Blood

slaughtered for three thousand miles, please send troops to the court to suppress..." He kept repeating this sentence.

Wei Youlong leaned on a machete, stared at the remnant soul, and showed a sad look:

"His name is Qian Youyi, he is my brother who traveled together in the past. We used to be

escorts and killed gentry. Later, I served under Lord Zheng, and he continued to be a mess in the world.

"After the Chuzhou massacre, the six of us, including Lord Zheng, had long been wanted by

the Zhenbei King's spies and could not travel long distances. The first person I thought of was

him.

"He is still the brother of the past, a brother who is willing to stick his neck out for his

friends..."

At this point, his eyes were red and he rubbed his fat face hard.

His companions bowed their heads slightly, and the atmosphere was slightly depressing.

Zheng Xinghuai sighed and said, "We asked several heroes to help deliver the letter to my old

friend in the capital, exposing the atrocities of the King of Zhenbei. But I didn't expect..." "Why didn't you expose the King of Zhenbei in the Chuzhou officialdom?" Xu Qi'an asked. "It's useless. It will only harm others. Once the news spreads, it will attract assassination by the King of Zhenbei's spies. Moreover, they said that Chuzhou City is still fine... Who would believe it? It will only attract the pursuit of the King of Zhenbei's spies."

Zheng Xinghuai shook his head, with confusion and fear in his eyes. He was not afraid of assassination by spies, but fear of the current situation of Chuzhou City.

In fact, the barbarians and the monsters are looking for the place where the King of Zhenbei slaughtered the people. It's a pity that you don't know the struggle at this level. Otherwise, as long as the news is spread, there is no need for the court to send an envoy to investigate the

case.

Xu Qi'an nodded and accepted the explanation of Zheng Buzhengshi. "You should know that the court sent an envoy to investigate the case." Xu Qian'an tried.

"We heard from Zhao Jin that he would send letters back regularly. But we dare not go to the

envoy for fear of being silenced. The King of Zhenbei can even massacre the city, let alone the envoy." Li Han, who was carrying an ox horn bow, was indignant. "I am the chief officer." Xu Qian'an emphasized his identity. Everyone was happy. The capital was thousands of miles away from Chuzhou, but they knew

Xu Yinluo's reputation, which was well-known.

Xu Yinluo solved a series of strange cases, and with the Buddhist fighting incident, he became

famous. Xu Yinluo was not in Chuzhou, but Chuzhou had his legend.

Zheng Xinghuai stood up, straightened his clothes, and bowed, saying, "Please let Xu Yinluo make the decision for the people of Chuzhou."

Xu Qian'an did not respond, but asked, "What do you think of the current situation in Chuzhou, Lord Zheng? According to what you said, Chuzhou has already been massacred, so how can it be a scene of peace and prosperity now?"

Zheng Xinghuai's face froze, and he said dejectedly, "This official is also horrified and

puzzled."

Shentu Baili and others showed the same confused expression.

Xu Qian'an looked at Li Miaozhen and said in a voice transmission, "I have used the Qi-

watching technique to see that it is not a lie. However, this is contrary to reality. In addition to the Qi-watching technique, what other methods do you have to identify lies?" The vulgar warrior had no choice but to ask for help from the fancy female Taoist nun.

Li Miaozhen pondered for a moment and responded in a voice transmission, "There is a magic called empathy, which can make the souls of both parties merge temporarily and communicate with each other's memories. I wonder if you have heard of it."

Empathy?

Xu Qi'an was stunned, and couldn't help but think of the day when he bought the house, with

the help of Caiwei, he empathized with the female ghost in the well and saw the process of the

Qi Party's Minister of War colluding with the Wushen Cult.

At that time, he was in and out of the wizard named Tamraha countless times from a first-

person perspective.

Although it didn't feel real, it was like watching a first-person movie, but it still caused a huge psychological shadow.

This won't work. I am full of secrets. Once I empathize, I will have to kill them before the Zhenbei King's spies come to find me...Xu Qi'an sent a voice transmission:

"Is there any way to empathize unilaterally? I don't want my memory to be peeped by

others."

Li Miaozhen smiled and sent a voice transmission with confidence: "Of course."

Xu Qi'an took a deep breath, then let me see the scene of the massacre that day.

"Sir Zheng, we want to see the scene of the massacre that day, I hope you will cooperate." After Xu Qi'an finished speaking, he looked at Li Miaozhen.

The Saintess of Tianzong added: "Close your eyes and recall the details of the massacre that

day."

Zheng Xinghuai nodded, sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and recalled the bloody and cruel night that often woke him up. Three talismans slipped out of Li Miaozhen's sleeves and stuck them on her forehead, Xu

Qiyan's forehead, and Zheng Xinghuai's forehead. Then, she pressed Xu Qiyan's shoulders and

jumped.

Xu Qiyan felt himself jump up, looked down, and was shocked to find that he and Li Miaozhen were still in the same place.

Did the soul leave the body? He didn't have time to ask in detail, and he felt that the talisman

on Zheng Xinghuai's forehead generated a huge suction force, turning into a vortex,

swallowing him and Li Miaozhen.