Raising the Demon

Chapter 33
Zhu Zi didn't know how many times he had been to Mengcheng, and he was familiar with Mengcheng. He knew that there were often good bows for consignment in the blacksmith shop, so he went straight to the blacksmith shop when he entered the city gate. As soon as he entered, he saw a bunch of people A tall longbow hangs on the wall.

"Boss, how many stones is that bow?" Zhu Zi was immediately attracted by the bow.The bow he used was made by himself, using high-quality hardwood, but this bow is made of animal bone, hardwood and animal horn, which is more than a little better than his hunting bow, even if it is in the sky. The circling three-clawed eagle certainly couldn't dodge such a strong bow.

"Four stones." The boss is a stout old man. Hearing this, he glanced at him and saw that he was a strong hunter. Then he answered his question. It seems that there are many people who are curious about this bow on weekdays.

"Four stones..." Zhu Zi estimated that Si Shi's bow could barely be drawn by himself. If he passed through this village, there might not be such a shop anymore. He quickly asked, "Boss, how much is this bow?"

"How much? Ten tangs!" The boss seemed to sneer, how could an ordinary hunter spend ten tangs to buy a bow?So this bow has been hanging here for half a year, but it has not been sold.

"Ten hanging coins!" Zhu Zi was taken aback. Ten hanging coins are ten taels of silver.He is a hunter, and he has worked hard for half his life, but he can't save this much money.At this moment, he was very happy that he didn't kill the white fox for its skin. Even if it was sold at a high price, the fox skin would only cost three taels of silver at most.

Now, just like Zi Baifeng said, ask if there is any lady who wants a rare pet. There are still many rich families in Mengcheng, and there is always someone who can buy a white fox for ten taels of silver. get up...

Thinking of this, Zhu Zi was actually worried.

He is a simple hunter, and he has never done such a thing as knocking on the doors of wealthy officials' homes to sell little foxes, but for his own mother, he can only bite the bullet and do it.

Knocked on the doors of the two houses. When they heard that they were selling little foxes, they wanted to take a look. When they heard that the fox was still outside the city, they were all displeased. They kicked the post on the post and kicked him. Come out: "Empty talk is useless, what a fart!"

The official rich businessman ran into a wall and ran back and forth for a long time. The pillar was also tired, and he walked back with his head down. Suddenly, he heard a thunder in the sky. When he raised his head, he saw the south gate of Mengcheng. The cliff on the top of the small hill outside suddenly exploded into two pieces, and the upper half rolled down the mountain rumblingly.

"The Immortal is furious!" A heart-piercing cry soon spread panic like a plague. I don't know how many people ran out of the house, pushing each other, and running around, just like the end of the world.

The bold ones were going out of the city to watch the fun, and the timid ones were going into the city to avoid trouble. The pillar was sweating all over before he squeezed out from the siege, and saw Zi Baifeng bowed his head in silence under the big tree, and the little stone was crying sadly.

Zhu Zi was startled, and with all his strength, he charged away several people, rushed to the tree in two steps, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter? Is my mother okay!"

"Uncle Zhuzi..." Little Shitou burst into tears when he saw Zhuzi, "Little fox...little fox ran away..."

"You!" Zhuzi stared, and raised his hand subconsciously. That's not a fox, it's his mother's life!
"Zhuzi!" Lying on the bed, Zhuzi's mother cried softly, "Zhuzi, don't blame Xiao Shitou, he is still young... Mother is not afraid of death, this is mother's life..."

"Mother!" Zhuzi cried, and knelt down in front of his old mother. In fact, he was not angry with Xiao Shitou, he was angry with himself. Even if Xiao Shitou didn't let the fox go, so what could he do? Woolen cloth?

Can he sell the little fox?Can it be sold for ten taels of silver to afford that hard bow?Can you hunt a three-clawed eagle if you buy a hard bow?Can you hunt the three-clawed eagle and find the three-clawed eagle's eggs?
"Mother, I'm useless!" Zhu Zi, a tall and burly man, wailed loudly.

Heroes don't flick their tears lightly, but they don't reach the sad point.

"Uncle Zhuzi, I'm sorry... you...you can sell this..." Xiao Shitou wiped his tears and held the strange egg in his hand, "Uncle Zhuzi, don't cry, or you will hit me Bar……"

"What's the use of me beating you, what's the use of talking about it now, I..." Zhu Zi cried and wiped his tears, and when he raised his head, he froze.

"Where did this... this egg come from?"

The egg, which is slightly smaller than a goose egg, has tangled patterns on it. If you look closely, it looks like a bag with three lines coiled on it.

"The eggs of the big eagle on the mountain are delicious." Xiaoshi wiped the egg liquid on his head and licked it with his tongue.

"Hahahahaha, my mother is saved!" Zhuzi suddenly burst out laughing, "It must be the gods, the gods have appeared! Little Shitou, thank you, thank you!"

Zhuzi hugged the little stone and kissed it a few times, then tapped his lips: "Hey, it's delicious!"

"That's right, my head is delicious now." Xiao Shitou was proud, shaking his head to Zi Baifeng's side, "Brother, you can lick it too."

"Virtue!" Zi Baifeng slapped Xiao Shitou on the head.

The feast in Mengcheng Mansion lasted for two hours.

The delicacies were brought up like water, and then brought down like water.

Feijianzi has practiced for 32 years. Although he is far from reaching the level of bigu, he has long since lost his need for tongue, so no matter how many dishes are served, he just tastes them.Fujun has been observing his complexion carefully, but he feels that these foods are not to his appetite, and he is afraid that the immortal will blame him, so he is naturally worried.

But he was more worried about the immortal's intention than the immortal's appetite.But there is no feast that never ends in this world, after drinking and eating, it's time to see each other.

"I don't know why the immortal came to Mengcheng this time?" Fujun asked carefully.

"Of course I came here to fetch jade," Fei Jianzi said.

"Jade?" Fujun was shocked on the face, and even more shocked in his heart, "Niaoshuguan protects the safety of the surrounding area of ​​Niaoshu Mountain. We in Mengcheng also supply three thousand jade stones to Niaoshuguan every 30 years. This has already been established. The rules, it's just... it's only been ten years since the fairy head of Niaoshu Mountain took the three thousand jade stones... why did you come to take the jade stones again?"

Feijianzi's face was slightly hot. He went up to the mountain to practice when he was young, and his skin was tender and thin. Before he went down the mountain, he once asked his senior brother how to gather enough jade.

Senior brother's teachings are still in my ears.

Don't worry about what the Fujun does, you just need to ask the Fujun for jade, and he will naturally collect enough jade for you.

What if the Fujun is unwilling?

Then let him dare not answer.

Thinking of this, Fei Jianzi smiled and raised his head.

At this time, Feijianzi was sitting north facing south, and when he raised his head, he saw the cliff outside the city. That solitary cliff had been standing for tens of thousands of years.

"Jade is a trivial matter, why don't I do a trick for you, Mr. Fu?" Fei Jianzi sneered, pointing to the cliff outside the city gate, "I said I can make that cliff disappear, I don't know Mr. Fu Do you believe it or not?"

Fujun's complexion changed, but he didn't have time to say a word.

Feijianzi pointed his right sword and shouted, "Go!"

A beam of light shot out from nowhere on his body, turned into a beam of sword light in the sky, flew towards the cliff outside the city, circled around the cliff, and then retracted suddenly.

The speed of the sword light was so fast that even his eyes couldn't catch it. Fu Jun only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and then heard a loud explosion. downhill.

There are three thousand guests in front of the hall, and fourteen states are cold with one sword.

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The sun had gradually set and the banquet was over. The Immortal was exhausted from the journey and had already gone to the guest room to rest. A few waiters were cleaning up the mess. Luo Qianshan stopped the Fujun in the corridor.

"My lord, are you really planning to collect jade tax?" Luo Qianshan grabbed the Fujun, lowered his voice, and asked.

"Otherwise what can we do?" Fujun frowned.

He knew that Luo Qianshan was not reconciled, and he was even more unwilling.

But what can he do?In this world, there are some things that can be reasoned. For example, Zi Baifeng can persuade him not to accept taxes from Yan Village, and he can also persuade Quzhou Mansion not to accept taxes from Mengcheng Mansion, but he can persuade Immortals not to collect jade taxes. ?

The Fujun raised his head involuntarily and looked towards the south of the city.

The boulder that stood on the top of the mountain for thousands of years turned into countless fragments at that moment, splashing down.

Just a sword.

One person, one sword, who can block it, who can defeat it?

"My lord, the final general is willing to die!" Luo Qianshan held down the long knife at his waist, and said every word.

He knows Fujun's ambition, understands Fujun's temperament, and also knows his ideals.Mr. Fu Jun was born noble, but he was willing to start from the bottom, in order to make a career, and to live according to his heart.

And he has crushed so many difficulties in front of him, but now, is he going to fall short?

The Fujun is not reconciled, and he is even more unwilling to fall into Qianshan.

What about immortals?It's just one person, one life.If you can kill that fairy...

The Fujun opened his mouth wide, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

"My lord, you don't need to give an order. You just need to nod your head. No matter whether the matter is successful or not, Qian Shan will never reveal a word." Thinking that the Lord Fujun is unwilling to give this order, Luo Qianshan gritted his teeth and said: "My lord , I pretended to be a strongman in the middle of the night and broke into the guest room..."

"This... this..." Fu Jun stretched out a finger.

"My lord, you..." Luo Qianshan wanted to say, but Fu Jun grabbed his hand and pointed in the direction of the wall.

When Luo Qianshan turned his head, he was shocked.

The sky was getting dark, and there was a shadow behind the wall. Looking from here, I couldn't see who it was, but I did see a person climbing down from the wall.

Speaking of strongman, strongman here, where is this little thief who dared to climb over the wall and enter the Mengcheng mansion? Is this underestimating him?What about the guards outside?Are they all dead?
(End of this chapter)