Fu Shifeng

Chapter 288 The mountains and rivers are affectionate

The fat Qushuai was used to running rampant in the Lukou garrison area. The officials in charge of Dujin were all his relatives and friends. He could make those officials avoid him with just one word and turn Lukou garrison into his own territory.

The garrison officer at Lukou garrison was not here today, so it was this fat commander who gave the order. Because a group of slaves happened to be delivered, so as not to cause trouble, I never thought that such a woman would suddenly appear and ruin my good fortune.

"I, Yuan Tongtian, this Lukou garrison is my territory!" Fatty Qu Shuai threw away the wine gourd, and with a swing of one arm, he lifted the black iron anchor, which weighed at least thirty to forty kilograms, onto his shoulder. It was effortless. It can be seen that Amazing physical strength.

Yuan Tongtian looked at Qin Wangshu with his small eyes. Although she was well-dressed, she was tall and heroic, and because of her foundation in martial arts, it would not be too much to say that she had ice-cold muscles and jade bones. Compared with those slaves who were sallow and thin due to hunger and cold, they were so beautiful that Yuan Tongtian moved his index fingers.

"If someone ruins my business, they will definitely have my fingers cut off, my teeth pulled out, and tortured severely before sinking to the bottom of the river." Yuan Tongtian reached out and took out his crotch in front of Qin Wangshu: "As for you , I’ll let you go, I’ll take off my clothes and spread my legs to make me happy!”

Hearing this, Zhang Fan couldn't help but shake his head slightly from a distance, thinking that the barbarian customs in Xiaoxiang land were still difficult to hide, as if speaking vulgarly could show his ability, but he didn't know that it would be ridiculous in front of a real master.

As expected, Qin Wangshu didn't even bother to refute with words. He probably felt that answering the question would stain his lips and tongue, so he immediately swung his sword and stabbed Yuan Tongtian's throat.

"Seeking death!" Yuan Tongtian shouted angrily when he saw this. The anchor swung and rolled up a burst of violent force, as if he wanted to crush the attacker into pieces.

But the iron anchor was thrown away, only to disperse a blurry afterimage. Qin Wangshu came to the side at some point, and held out the long sword. Like a spiritual snake spitting a message, the green light flashed, and it penetrated directly into Yuan Tongtian's armpit and ribs.

Unlike Yanfeng Sword, which is powerful and grand, Tan Snake Sword is agile and meticulous, finding opportunities in every inch and specializing in weak spots. In addition, after being burned by Afu, the sword energy was not only sharp and sharp, but also like snake venom, penetrating into the body and lingering, entangled in the internal organs and meridians.

Yuan Tongtian suffered pain in his waist and ribs, but he was fat and strong. The edge of the sword was blocked by the fat and did not hurt deep. Stepping forward and turning around, the black iron anchor rolled like a vicious wave, bringing up a painful wind that hit his face, smashing and smashing him randomly, forcing Qin Wangshu back who wanted to pursue him.

"Just dodge and dodge, wait until I pick your hamstring and see how high you can jump!"

Yuan Tongtian was so angry that he established a garrison in Lukou and sold some of his friends as slaves. He relied on his ability to fight, dare to fight, and his willingness to kill. He has always believed in defeating others with force. As long as he kills others to the point of fear, he can take whatever he wants!

On the other hand, Qin Wangshu, faced with Yuan Tongtian's frenzied offensive, felt even more high-spirited and joyful in his heart, and worked hard with his body movements, as if he was playing and wandering in a piece of iron wind, without even the corners of his clothes being pulled up.

At the same time, the long sword in Qin Wangshu's hand danced like a snake, and the cold sword energy shuttled back and forth, leaving mottled blood marks everywhere on Yuan Tongtian's body in the blink of an eye, which was shocking.

Although they were all short and superficial wounds, the sword energy entering the body spread rapidly along the meridians, freezing the energy and blood and consolidating the muscles and bones.

Although Yuan Tongtian is strong and strong, he cannot withstand the cold inside and outside. Regardless of his injuries, he grabbed the black iron anchor and swung it forcibly a few times. He was panting, his face turned pale, the pores all over his body were uncontrollably bulging, and he was sweating coldly, as if he was seriously ill.

"Despicable bitch, she actually used poison..."

Yuan Tongtian didn't know the secrets of Qin Wangshu's sword skills, and mistakenly thought that his current condition was caused by poisoning.

But Qin Wangshu had no intention of explaining in words. The ghostly movements passed by Yuan Tongtian, blood spurted out from his ankles and wrists almost at the same time, and actually cut off the tendons of his hands and feet.

Yuan Tongtian fell to the ground and rolled around, screaming loudly, but he still kept yelling: "Smelly bitch! You hurt me! Do you know who I am? The Lord of Zhurong Palace is my foster father, he will not let you go! "

Hearing this, Qin Wangshu became even more angry and stepped heavily on Yuan Tongtian's chest, almost crushing his internal organs.

"Are you Yang Wujiu's adopted son?" Qin Wangshu put his sword to his throat, his murderous intent clearly revealed: "You don't even know how to use the Yanfeng Sword, yet you dare to use him as your backer?"

Yuan Tongtian looked shocked. Palace Master Zhu Rong dominated Xiaoxiang with his Yanfeng Sword Technique. Although he had many disciples, only a few could be taught the Yanfeng Sword Technique.

Although he, Yuan Tongtian, also kowtowed to Yang Wujiu, in the final analysis, he just surrendered to Yang Wujiu. He himself had never received any formal teachings and relied entirely on his natural brute strength and crude martial arts to fight with others.

In a small place like Lukou garrison, Yuan Tongtian gathered a group of refugees and relied on the reputation of Zhurong Mansion to dominate and dominate.

Correspondingly, Yuan Tongtian also relied on Lukou to garrison this important place where the two rivers converged, constantly plundering slaves and slaves for wealth, and offering it to Zhu Rong Mansion every year, so as to ensure that he would not be replaced by others.

"Don't speak?" Qin Wangshu saw Yuan Tongtian's eyes rolling around, and the long sword was slowly extended, and the blade stabbed a drop of blood between the layers of fat under his jaw.

"Zhu Rong Mansion issued a red order to collect virgins from all over the country to be presented to the great god Zhu Rong, so as to pray for good weather in the coming year." Yuan Tongtian had no choice but to endure the fear of sealing his throat with a sharp sword, and said frankly: "These slaves are The number of people who are going to be sent to Zhu Rong Mansion cannot be lacking. If you want to be a hero, you must also consider whether you can go against the entire Zhu Rong Mansion!"

"Collect virgins...to offer to the Great God Zhurong?"

Qin Wangshu followed A Fu and Cheng Sanwu, and was used to all kinds of anecdotes. Even though he had already heard that witchcraft was strong in Xiaoxiang, Qin Wangshu was still shocked by such an official behavior.

"interesting."

At this time, Cheng Sanwu came closer: "Your great master Zhu Rong has a big appetite. What is the purpose of collecting virgins everywhere? To take them as concubines and maids? Or just stew them as two-legged sheep?"

Yuan Tongtian saw that the visitor had a ferocious face and a ferocious smile, and he vaguely felt a familiar aura, but he couldn't figure out where this familiarity came from.

"Who are you?" Yuan Tongtian didn't know what Master Zhu Rong wanted a virgin for. He always felt that Zhu Rong wanted it for himself, just in the name of ghosts and gods.

Cheng Sanwu scratched his beard and replied: "Just think of us as a group of well-wishers."

Yuan Tongtian still tried to use the power of Zhu Rong Mansion to intimidate the other party: "This place is only two hundred miles away from Hengyang. If these slaves are delayed for a long time, and Zhu Rong Mansion sends people to investigate, none of you can escape! Let me go, this matter Even if you expose it!"

Cheng Sanwu frowned, flicked his fingers casually, and sent out a flaming sword light in the air, directly cutting off Yuan Tongtian's arm, leaving a scorched black ravine on the ground.

"Ahhh-"

Yuan Tongtian screamed instinctively, even if Qin Wangshu stepped on him, his body was still twitching and twisting crazily.

There was a burst of applause from the nearby crowd of onlookers, which showed that Yuan Tongtian was used to bullying in the local area and had long been disliked by people. Upon seeing this, the villains under his command knew that the situation was over, so they cleverly retreated into the crowd and fled.

After a round of screams, Yuan Tongtian's face was filled with tears, and he turned his head unwillingly. Only a small part of his arm was not bleeding, and the wound was burnt and black, as if it had been burned by a soldering iron.

"The Yanfeng Sword Technique! This is the Yanfeng Sword Technique!!" Yuan Tongtian immediately understood that the man in front of him was unusual. He was also proficient in the Yanfeng Sword Technique, and perhaps he was here to cause trouble for Yang Wujiu.

"Although you are hopelessly stupid and still dare to threaten others when you are half-dead, your eyesight is not too bad." Cheng Sanwu rubbed his fingers and turned away.

"How should we deal with this person?" Qin Wangshu asked.

Cheng Sanwu didn't care about Yuan Tongtian's life and death, turned around and left: "You decide for yourself." Qin Wangshu lowered his head and looked at Yuan Tongtian. The other party learned the lesson and said incoherently: "Spare your life, heroine, spare your life..."

"Spare your life? Have you ever spared others?"

Qin Wangshu made an extremely rare retort. He moved his wrist slightly, and the sword edge penetrated his throat and came out directly from the back of his neck.

Yuan Tongtian's eyes widened, his body trembled slightly, and he made a whooshing sound in his mouth. Within a moment, he lost his breath, his eyes were empty, like a dead pig, motionless.

Looking at the limp body on the ground, Qin Wangshu breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling unprecedentedly happy in his heart, and huge cracks appeared in his long-frozen emotions.

Mu Xiangling witnessed the whole process from a distance, and she said to Cheng Sanwu: "Jun Zhaoyang, is this your method? Have you ever thought that if you are not careful, you may lead Wangshu astray."

"Wrong way?" Cheng Sanwu sneered: "Then I would like to ask, what is the right way? Don't tell me that Zhurong Mansion orders people to rob slaves and sacrifice slaves everywhere, and sacrifice them to ghosts and gods. The female water ghost was also killed."

"Of course not." Mu Xiangling said: "I'm just worried that Wangshu will get out of control for revenge."

"Is this why you covet her body?" When Cheng Sanwu said this, there was a faint burning edge on his fingertips.

"I never intend to force it." Mu Xiangling shook his head.

"Then what are you talking about?" Cheng Sanwu became increasingly impatient with the Yunmeng Pavilion group.

Mu Xiangling said bluntly: "In Wangshu's dream, I had a glimpse of her past. She is a good girl and should not be trapped in the mud."

"Trapped in what?"

"Jun Zhaoyang knows what I'm talking about." Mu Xiangling looked directly into Cheng Sanwu's eyes.

"I hate playing riddles." Cheng Sanwu didn't bother to argue.

At this time, Qin Wangshu came nearby, followed by a large group of slaves kidnapped by Yuan Tongtian, all of whom were women without exception. Although their clothes were in tatters and they didn't have many pairs of shoes on their feet, they could not conceal their excitement and expectation at this moment, as if they had finally waited for their savior.

"I want to take them in temporarily." Qin Wangshu asked: "After this matter is over, either they will be sent home or they will be resettled elsewhere. Do you agree?"

Cheng Sanwu turned around and said: "Since you killed the person and saved the person, you should be responsible for cleaning up the situation."

"I may not be able to go to Wang Qiao Mountain with you." Qin Wangshu said again.

"I didn't need you in the first place." Cheng Sanwu said calmly.

"Yes."

Qin Wangshu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, while Mu Xiangling stepped forward with a smile and looked at the newly rescued slaves: "I think they have been starving for many days. Why don't you go buy some food first, and I will take them to the post house." What do you think about washing and changing clothes?"

"Won't this hinder business?" Qin Wangshu glanced at Cheng Sanwu, but he didn't expect that Mu Xiangling would also come forward to help.

Mu Xiangling whispered: "Don't worry, the monster is huddled in the Jinting Cave and sleeping. He is not in a hurry."

"Then...it's hard work."

Mu Xiangling left with the rescued slave, and Cheng Sanwu looked at her back with a thoughtful look on his face.

As the spirit of the Xiang River, Mu Xiangling's attitude towards mortals is not condescending and contemptuous, nor does he compare himself to gods or demand worship. Instead, he is rather...enthusiastic.

Logically speaking, the temperament of a mountain spirit must first be affected by the aura of the original mountains and rivers. But this is very mysterious and cannot be generalized.

Also located south of the Yangtze River, Wu Yue and Xiao Xiangyuan were undoubtedly remote and barbaric during the pre-Qin period. After thousands of years of hard work and management, the land of Wuyue can be said to be the most prosperous place for humanity. The dangerous mountains and rivers that were originally dense with snakes and insects have been tamed into spiritual mountains and beautiful waters, which are quite wonderful for cultivating the body and mind.

The land of Xiaoxiang is slightly inferior. Far away from the city settlements, there is a large expanse of uninhabited and undeveloped wilderness mountains and rivers. Walking among them, Cheng Sanwu could feel that there was an unruly and unruly spirit, ready to move.

Therefore, in Cheng Sanwu's view, Mu Xiangling should not be so quiet and elegant. Those captive slaves have nothing to do with her, and there is no need to show off her kindness.

Although it may not be absolute, Shanchuanling may be more accustomed to revealing his true heart than ordinary people. Mu Xiangling is not a child, but she does have an innocence and straightforwardness. Cheng Sanwu can see that this is no pretense.

Just like the Wuluohu I met at Yongning Temple in Hebei Province. Even if he transformed into a human being, he still exuded naked malice, like a volcano that was about to shake and erupt at any time.

Cheng Sanwu's thoughts suddenly moved. The world is selfless and the mountains and rivers are ruthless. Why can such a mountain and river spirit with private feelings be given birth to?

But almost in a flash of thought, Cheng Sanwu understood that the heaven and earth are selfless, but they cover all things and create living beings; the mountains and rivers are ruthless, but they nourish all living beings and benefit sentient beings.

Therefore, all spiritual beings in the world coexist with mountains and rivers, and as far as the eye can see, mountains and rivers naturally have feelings.

"Dragon Qi?"

Cheng Sanwu suddenly realized that these mountain spirits might be regarded as transformed by dragon energy. It's just that their temperaments, emotions, and aspirations are not entirely a reflection of the mountains and rivers themselves, but may also be the faces of the spiritual beings above the mountains and rivers.

Therefore, these mountains and rivers spirits do not deliberately want to transform into human beings, but rather conform to the heaven, earth, mountains and rivers to educate and transform sentient beings with spirits.

"I see."

Cheng Sanwu sighed silently and looked up at the sky. At this moment, he finally understood why Master Wen insisted on transforming Taotie into a human being.

Perhaps in Master Wen's view, there is a great road between heaven and earth, and all living beings with souls should walk it calmly. But there is still a stubborn obstacle left on this road, and Master Wen wants to be the one who clears the obstacle and clears the way for all generations.

"You see me as an obstacle? And why don't I see you as a stubborn disease?" Cheng Sanwu put away his sigh, his eyes showing coldness and sharpness, and the unparalleled edge was just waiting to be unleashed.

(End of this chapter)