Please calm down your anger

Chapter 318

The scorching sun was in the sky, and the heat wave was surging.

On the official road near Linglan County in the southwest of Bingzhou, a huge caravan was moving forward, with the sound of horses' hoofs, the rolling of wheels, and even the dust rising up had a trace of scorching heat.

"Be careful!"

Hundreds of bodyguards were guarding the caravan, each of them was fierce, holding a bow and crossbow, watching all around vigilantly.

There were also many civilians in the convoy.

A peddler wearing a bamboo hat and a rattle in his luggage wiped the sweat from his brow, and muttered, "If you have to hurry now, what the hell..."

"It's better to be afraid of something than to lose your life."

There was a little monkey squatting on the shoulder of an old man next to him, who was obviously an entertainer, and said in a low voice, "Look at my accent, I just came from Huaizhou. Bingzhou has not been peaceful recently."

The salesman was taken aback, and quickly cupped his hands in a low voice: "I also ask the senior to give me advice."

The monkey-playing old man sighed slightly, "During the time when the blood-clothed thieves were rampant last year, the government troops from all over the country dispatched to clean up those cottages. All the strongmen on the green forest road were scared to hide their names, and it was safe for a while."

"Recently, for some reason, these guys reappeared again, killing people and stealing goods, with even more cruel methods, and even attacked the grain team, making everyone feel insecure."

The salesman frowned, "The government doesn't care?"

The monkey-playing old man turned his head and looked around, "These bandits have the ability to come and go like the wind, their whereabouts are erratic, and the government army can't catch them. Instead, they were touched into the city by the thieves, poisoned, set fire, and made trouble wantonly."

"Nowadays, the business routes in various parts of Bingzhou are almost cut off, and the price of goods is soaring. Only Yong'an in the southwest is still relatively stable. This shipment of goods is also very rewarding, so the various bodyguard bureaus have joined forces to carry out the bodyguard."

"See, those few are all master monks of the Honglin Temple. If not, the old man would not dare to take the risk."

"I see…"

The salesman suddenly realized, and then a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Brother, thank you, robbery!"

After finishing speaking, he kicked the monkey-playing old man away with one kick, shook the rattle, and suddenly there was a strong wind.

"Thieves seek death!"

The monks of the Honglin Temple immediately roared up, their body muscles swelled, and they were covered in tattoos, wandering around, looming like tigers, leopards, bears and wolves.

However, the shopkeeper didn't care, instead a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

shhhhhh!
Bone arrows suddenly flew out from all around, accompanied by the ghostly fire, the monks who had just jumped up were instantly splashed with blood.

At the same time, the grass on both sides exploded, the mud splashed everywhere, and densely packed little monsters rushed out, throwing down the terrified escort on horseback...

After a while, the huge caravan was already in flames, with blood and flesh everywhere, and the goblins were eating stumps and human legs.

The layer of black mucus on the shopkeeper's body receded, and he had turned into a one-eyed man with a full face. He looked around and whistled sharply.

Dozens of men came on horseback, all of them vicious, and they didn't care about the little demons running around, they just frantically unloaded a cart of black copper and grain.

"Store these things in the village, don't put them on the black market!"

"yes, Sir!"

After the one-eyed man gave an order, he rode on a fast horse and headed east along the official road.

After about a few hours, another huge caravan appeared in front of them. The army in front rode their horses to open the way, the military flag was fluttering, and "Xiao" was written on the banner of the chief general.

The one-eyed man dismounted and entered the caravan with low eyebrows, and many people greeted him.

"Cheng Lao Xiong, why are you here?"

"I'm sorry, I overslept."

"Hurry up and catch the car."

The caravan steward didn't seem to care.

Many men in the convoy had strange eyes and smiles on their lips.

The main general in front of him lowered his banner, and it was Xiao Bocheng who had fought with Wang Xuan.

He rode his horse forward with high spirits, and there was a trace of majesty between his brows. When he saw the chaos of the caravan behind, he snorted coldly: "Tell Xiao Quan, be a little more disciplined, and don't let those people in the second room gossip."

"Yes, my lord."

A sergeant galloped away, and soon the steward of the caravan behind came to greet him.

Xiao Bocheng nodded in satisfaction, and immediately ordered the whole army to speed up.

At night, he entered Kowloon Ridge with a huge caravan, and walked hard along the way, eating and sleeping in the open.

A few days later, a huge valley shrouded in thick fog appeared in front of my eyes.

Xiao Bocheng took a deep breath, jumped off his horse, came to the thick fog, bowed his hands deeply and said: "Report to the ancestor, Bocheng has brought the things."

After a while, the thick fog billowed, revealing a passage.

"Quickly, send the things in!"

The steward of the Xiao family quickly waved his hand, and the one-eyed robber and many members of the caravan immediately drove the carriage into the valley.

Afterwards, the dense fog closed and seemed to completely engulf these people.

Whoosh whoosh!
Delicate wooden sticks as thick as fingers flew out, and all of them fell into Xiao Bocheng's hands.

Xiao Bocheng's face turned red immediately, and he cupped his hands excitedly and said, "Thank you, Bocheng, Patriarch!"

Xiao Jianqiu's indifferent and old voice came from the dense fog, "Alright, this is the last trip."

"The current situation in Bingzhou is chaotic. I have already taught all the six yishen fire gongs. When you go back, call the Xiao family's children to guard the mountain city. Don't bother with other things."

"Bo Cheng obeys!"

Xiao Bocheng carefully put away the magic weapon of Liuyi Shenhuo, and after handing over his hands, he led his troops and turned away, as if he completely forgot about the coachmen who brought in the goods...

Hundreds of miles away, in a dense forest.

Five figures sat cross-legged, there were monks and Taoists, and there were also old men in Confucian robes and high crowns. They all breathed deeply, and the surrounding white mist rose to cover them.

One of the old men in Taoist robes pinched the formula, the water in the copper basin in front of him was full of waves, and the movement of Xiao Bocheng's army was impressively displayed.

Several people discussed in low voices, their faces solemn.

"Fellow Daoist Qingxuan, you said that Xiao Jianqiu was looking for something from the news from Yong'an, but the large amount of spiritual materials brought in is enough to build a large temple."

"You have to go in and investigate to find out, but this old man has never seen the formation of the Immortal Dao Field. If you enter rashly, you will definitely alarm Xiao Jianqiu, and the Sifang Patriarch who turned into a mountain god is also a trouble..."

"The king of Bingzhou sent an order to tell me not to scare the snake. It is estimated that in the past few days, as soon as there is a signal over there, the old man will immediately set up the Five Thunder altar to break the formation!"

……

Three days later, the great heat arrives, and the rotten grass turns into thorns.

Bingzhou's capital city Kangyuan and Xicheng.

Outside the gate of a dilapidated farmhouse, two old men were playing chess in the shade of a tree, drinking herbal tea from time to time, looking very leisurely.

Suddenly, the two turned their heads together.

The surrounding streets became unusually quiet at some point, the cicadas disappeared, and even the hot wind suddenly froze.

On the street, a black-robed man wearing a bamboo hat and veil walked slowly, and there were shadows on the surrounding roofs.

One of the old men stood up suddenly, his whole body burst out with hot energy, as if he had turned into a furnace, and the surrounding trees were scorched and smoked.

The old man said in a deep voice: "Who are you, do you know where this place is?"

The man in black sighed, and slowly lifted his veil.

Another old man was stunned, "Xiao Zhongmou? Aren't you dead?!"

The person who came was Xiao Zhongmou, with white hair and an old face, he sighed slightly: "If you don't feign death, how can you deceive you, two uncles, Xiao Jianqiu has colluded with evil spirits, my Xiao family is in danger, you..."

"fart!"

Before they finished speaking, the two old men jumped up furiously, their hands condensed with fiery flames, turned into several long knives and slashed at Xiao Zhongmou.

Clang!
The sword light splashed, and two white-haired heads flew out instantly, their eyes full of disbelief.

Xiao Zhongmou's golden and jade-colored brilliance faded away, and flying swords like autumn water surrounded him, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

He pushed straight away from the courtyard.

In the courtyard, Xiao Jili was sitting on the reclining chair, his whole body was completely dissipated, and he was already too old to look good, with slobbering smirks all over his face, he was not as handsome as a nobleman back then.

Seeing Xiao Zhongmou push the door and come in, Xiao Jili's eyes gradually recovered, he wiped the saliva from his mouth, and sighed quietly: "Zhongmou, you are finally back."

Seeing Xiao Zhongmou's guilt-ridden face, he said with a pale smile, "Using this secret method back then, only one of us could escape. You are more suitable than me, so there is no need to blame yourself... Could things turn around?"

Xiao Zhongmou said in a deep voice: "Xiao Jianqiu colluded with evil spirits, the imperial court and the masters of the three religions have come to Bingzhou, the time has come, my Xiao family will not be destroyed or established!"

"Good! Good!"

Xiao Jili laughed out loud, his eyes filled with tears, and then his voice became shrill, "I want them to die! I want them to die! Aunt, Aunt... woo woo..."

As if exhausting the last bit of strength, Xiao Jili's eyes gradually faded, his head hung down and he lost his breath.

At this moment, a short-sleeved young man walked in outside the door, with a cold expression on his face, he cupped his hands and said, "Xuanji pays his respects to Uncle Zhongmou, all those spies and hidden monsters in the big house have been cleared away."

This young man was none other than Xiao Xuanji, the genius of the fourth house of the Xiao family who once sent a letter to Xiao Zhongmou. Now his childishness is gone, and he has a little more calmness.

Seeing Xiao Jili's appearance, he pursed his lips, "Uncle Ji Li..."

"died."

Xiao Zhongmou stepped forward and carefully closed Xiao Jili's eyes, "Life is impermanent, and Ji Li wanted to seize the position of Patriarch just for his mother's wish. Sanniang was murdered by Xiao Jianqiu, so he was also disheartened... Fame and power are all just jokes."

Xiao Xuanji hurriedly cupped his hands: "Uncle Zhongmou must not lose his fighting spirit, the Xiao family wants you to regroup."

Xiao Zhongmou glanced at Xiao Xuanji, and laughed dumbly, "Don't play tricks, I'll protect you for a year, and when it's settled down, you will be the master of the Xiao family. Whether it rises with the wind or completely declines, it has nothing to do with me."

Said, looking into the distance, "Look, the wind is blowing."

Xiao Xuanji turned his head, only to see dark clouds billowing in the sky...

(End of this chapter)