I am the Dragon King of the Well

Chapter 292 How can it be called stealing about scholars?

"Hey! Drink!"

Dozens of huge cargo ships entered the Nulong River with difficulty.

There are more than a dozen people at the bow of each ship, each holding a hammer in their hand, smashing the ice along the river, a scene of enthusiasm.

The harsh situation in the north was even worse than they had imagined. If they didn't organize people to break the ice, the ships would hardly be able to move a single step.

In order to progress on the road, everyone can only take shifts, breaking the ice day and night, in exchange for space for the passage of ships.

Qiu Ping sat on the shoulders of the statue, wrapped in a cloak, and the jingling sound outside, after listening for a long time, seemed like a lullaby to him.

"Old devil, when can we steal...to steal luck."

Qiu Ping tried his best to make his words appear elegant and cultured.

After all, things about scholars can't be called stealing.

"Wait a little longer, I'll make more preparations. I think the luck of the third holy land of Daxue Mountain is not yet weak, and it is easy to make mistakes now."

"I'm waiting for an opportunity."

The old ghost was just writing and drawing on the book, frowning from time to time, as if he was calculating something.

Qiu Ping waited anxiously, if it took one more day, it would be one day later that he and his mud pond could meet each other.

"This person has misfortunes and blessings, and the sect also has ups and downs in luck. If you choose an enemy with strong luck, you will naturally be the one who is unlucky."

"What's more, you just snatched the soul of Heishan from other people's sect a few days ago. Now is the time when they are most on guard. Didn't you throw yourself into a trap in the past?"

The old ghost spoke slowly.

"Ugh."

Qiu Ping let out a long sigh, the feeling of anxiously waiting is really unbearable.

It would have been better if I hadn't heard of it.

He was a little unhappy, wrapped the cloak around his body a little tighter, and fell asleep soundly.

Time always passes quickly in sleep, so maybe when you wake up, you will encounter a chance of bad luck in Daxueshan.

……

"drive!"

"Woo!"

In the open wilderness of the Northland, a thick layer of snow fell.Although the weather has just turned cooler in the south, here is already a series of wind and snow weather.

When the wind and snow stopped for a while, thousands of riders could be seen flying past on the snow-white ground, leaving mud all over the ground.

Under the crotch of a group of figures are short Beidi horses, covered with thick and rough leather jackets.

The leather jacket was dyed white, and if one looked down from a height, it would almost blend into the snow.

All the hooves of the horses are covered with cloth strips and leather. Although these horses are not fast and powerful, they are extremely durable and adaptable. They are almost the best choice in the harsh environment of the Northland.

They can be like a pack of wolves, without eating or drinking for a long time, exhausting the enemy to death.

Such a troop of cavalry suddenly appeared by the banks of the Nulong River, and some of the cavalry even rode directly across the frozen hard river, forming a huge encirclement, and came towards the baggage fleet.

"Enemy attack!"

With such a huge team, the sound of the horseshoes vibrating alone could not cover it up, and everyone on board noticed the strangeness immediately.

The soldiers who were digging ice also put down their tools, quickly took out their armor and weapons from the cabin, and quickly put on guard.

"Snapped."

The cabin suddenly stopped, the boat was bumped violently, and the little loach fell directly to the ground.

"Enemy attack? Another enemy is coming? Old devil, can you save water! Don't write these messy plots!"

Qiu Ping jumped up from the ground with displeasure written all over his face.

Anyone who is woken up while sleeping soundly, will feel a sense of waking up in their hearts.

"Ah...but I didn't write this. I'm too busy trying to figure out when Daxueshan's luck will be low, so I don't have time to write this." The old ghost poked his head out of the window and looked out wonderingly.

Little Loach poked his head out as well.

"Whoosh."

An arrow was shot from a distance, and it was inserted straight into the window beside Qiu Ping's face. The tail feathers vibrated slightly, obviously powerful.

Then, black feather arrows fell all over the sky, like a black rain.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk."

Immediately, dense arrows were inserted into the wooden cabin and outside the planks, like seedlings staggering to and fro.

All the soldiers on board dodged in embarrassment, or hid in the cabin, or raised their shields, trying to hide in the corner.

These cavalrymen have rich combat experience. They use the method of projectile to let the arrows fall from the sky. With the influence of gravity, the lethality of the arrows is greatly increased, and it is also more difficult to defend.

"I'll go up and clean them up."

Although these cavalry are very powerful, in Qiu Ping's eyes, that's all they are. After all, they are mere mortals. As long as they don't practice [Soldiers and Martial Arts], their strength is worse than that of monsters who have just been born with intelligence.

Among other things, the loach soldiers he raised would not be weaker than these cavalry in a one-on-one fight.

"Hey, hey, don't be impulsive in promoting your lord. We can't kill mortals indiscriminately. Otherwise, resentment will be entangled, and the soul will be affected. When the catastrophe comes, I'm afraid it will be difficult to resist."

The old ghost hurriedly grabbed Qiu Ping, these ordinary people can't be killed.

If Qiu Ping had no aspirations for the great way, he would be satisfied with the strength of a [Holy Embryo], so naturally it doesn't matter.As long as you have the ability, many mortals can be killed, and the way of heaven can't control you.

But as long as you step into the [Yuan body], if you have too much resentment in your body, you will immediately be punished by many calamities.

Why many pure cultivators go to the human world to practice meritorious deeds in the primordial state is not for the sake of relieving calamities.It's good for you, not only don't cultivate merit, but also do the opposite, who will die if you don't die?

What's more, Qiu Ping is now a primordial body, and if he kills one more mortal, the injustice will be heavier.

"Ah... there is another saying?"

On the road of Qiu Ping's practice, he didn't have a master to teach him, and he didn't have many opportunities to contact mortals before, so he naturally didn't know this hidden rule.

"Then I don't kill people, just subdue them or trap them with magical powers?"

Qiu Ping thought of a solution. Since killing would cause injustice, it would be fine not to kill.

"Uh...Master Tiju, don't get involved in the karma of these thousands of people, let the mortals attack and kill them on their own, unless there are practitioners in the enemy's team, let's attack again."

The old ghost hesitated for a moment. In ancient times, gods and humans lived together, and even yelled the slogan: The important affairs of the country are only sacrifices and soldiers.

What was the result?
On Fengchan Mountain, there are a bunch of gods infected with strange diseases, flesh and blood proliferate all over their bodies, people are not like people, and ghosts are not like ghosts.

Although human beings are as small as ants, when they gather together, the poison of the soul is hard to get rid of, and no one wants to suffer from it.

Although Qiu Ping was a little annoyed at being attacked, he didn't continue to entangle in this matter when he saw the old ghost's secretive appearance.

At the beginning, the luggage team was stunned by the surprise attack of this group.

After a few rounds of arrow rain, they also slowly organized a counterattack.

Although this is a convoy for transporting grain and grass, because the boat is full of Lingmi, the escorting soldiers are also elite.

Especially He Liantong, the leader of the team, has the strength of B-level in [Bingwu], even in the army, he can be regarded as a first-class expert.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

After dodging a round of arrow rain, He Tong quickly drew three arrows from his quiver, tightened the bowstring suddenly, and shot three arrows in succession.

Among the distant stars, a ray of starlight fell on the bow and arrow.

Then the three arrows were shot out like shooting stars, straight into the bodies of the three of them, pierced through directly, and shot into the torso of the person behind them, only then did they stop their force.

Three arrows were shot in volley, even if it was him, it was difficult to grasp the aim.

But in the face of such a dense cavalry team, he doesn't need to pursue precision too much. As long as he is not bad in the general direction, he can always shoot a few people to death.

"Whoosh whoosh."

He Tong shot outwards one after another, and in the baggage train, the archers team quickly found the cover, stood on the inside of the ship's side, and kept shooting downwards.

Although they were a little dazed by the raiding enemy, because they were riding on huge ships, tens of feet long and several feet high, they were like small fortresses.

They are condescending and can also cause a lot of threat to the enemy.

"Snapped."

Suddenly, a sac-shaped black object was thrown over from a distance, and He Tong felt that there was a trick in his heart, so he directly set up a bow and arrow, and shot the sack with one arrow.

"Whoa."

A pungent smell entered everyone's nostrils, and He Tong's expression changed.

It's kerosene!
These cavalrymen carried kerosene with them!
That is clearly not to rob the luggage, but to burn the luggage.

"Don't let them come near!"

He Tong quickly issued an order, and he led the bow team to release arrows even more frantically to prevent the enemy from approaching.

But the situation is worse than they imagined.

Because there are more than 30 baggage ships, and there are hundreds of people on each ship. Although the total number of people is no less than that of the cavalry team, the personnel of the baggage team are isolated and cannot be effectively united in one place.

Facing the cavalry team that came and went like the wind, their strength could not be brought into play at all.

"Crash."

During this delay, cavalry troops kept approaching back and forth, and torn sheepskin bags were thrown into the cabin, and kerosene flowed everywhere.

"These barbarians in the north have also learned to be smart. They even know how to use fire oil to win."

The old ghost was amazed at the side, he has lived for many years, he has been a human, he has also been a ghost, and now he is a god.

In his impression, these barbarians in the north were all single-minded and crudely equipped. He didn't expect that after a hundred years, they also knew to use some foreign things.

Little Loach stood aside, a little speechless.

This is not the point, people have thrown all the kerosene into the cabin, and we will be burned too.

Although they are sure to be fine, but the luggage was destroyed, not only did they have no credit this time, but they might have to suffer when they go back.

"Don't worry, old man, I look at the luck of the supply team. Although it has been suppressed a bit, there is no sign of decline. There shouldn't be any major incidents."

"Also, don't you think it's strange? With the level of these barbarians, I'm afraid they can't refine fire oil."

The old ghost has lived for a long time, so he can naturally find some clues.

Refining kerosene requires a special workshop, and the barbarians in the North don't even have many iron pots, let alone making kerosene.

Little Loach looked at the kerosene and smelled it, the old ghost was right, it was indeed a bit strange.

But speaking of it, the smell of kerosene is a bit familiar.

In addition to the pungent smell, there is also some vague aroma, which is similar to the aroma of burning incense.

Where did you smell it?
……

Seeing that the situation was getting more and more critical, He Tong knew that if they continued to defend passively like this, they would all be doomed.

"Put on armor with me!"

He Tong quickly retreated into the cabin, and then several people were holding a pair of thick iron armor, which was directly worn on top of his original leather armor.

The iron armor is black as a whole, and the iron sheets are densely covered like fish scales.

The helmet is completely covered, with only holes left under the eyes and the tip of the nose. On the battlefield, this is almost an airtight iron can.

He Tong finished dressing quickly, picked up the long spear beside him, and jumped directly from the boat.

"boom."

He fell heavily, and the ice on the surface of the river suddenly formed amazing cracks, and the muddy river water surged up from the cracks, and quickly condensed into a new layer of ice.

"Boom boom boom!"

He Tong stepped on the ice and kept moving forward. While running, he didn't forget to bend his bow and set his arrows.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the thirty arrows in the quiver were consumed, and there were more than 30 corpses in the cavalry team in front.

Although the cavalry team also saw him coming, and kept shooting arrows, hoping to stop him for a while, but the protection connected to He was too strong, and everyone was useless at this moment.

"This Helian boy is really fierce, but I don't think he can beat so many people... Hey, what are you writing about, old ghost?"

Qiu Ping squatted at the window, watching the fierce fighting outside.

Although He Tongtong was wearing heavy armor and was invulnerable to swords and guns, coupled with his own strength, he was naturally extremely brave on the battlefield.

But there are too many opponents. Although the way of [Bingwu] is much less restrictive than other cultivation methods, the energy and blood from the cultivation cannot make them tireless killing machines.

On the contrary, the consumption of Qi and blood will continuously deplete energy, making them tired and burnt out.

"I just calculated that the luck of the third holy place in Daxue Mountain suddenly fluctuated for a moment. We may have a chance."

The old ghost didn't raise his head, and continued to write and draw on the paper.

"Really?"

"Ah...I said that the smell of fire oil is a bit familiar. This is not the scent of sesame oil that I smelled when I met the old man's reincarnation last time. Although there are some differences in details, it is very close overall!"

Qiu Ping suddenly slapped his thigh, and when he heard the reminder from the old ghost, he suddenly remembered when he had smelled this smell.

The last time he traveled, he inexplicably traveled to the time when the Living Buddha of Daxue Mountain was reincarnated. He remembered that there was such a sweet fragrance in the air there.

Could it be that the fuel for these cavalry was given by those monks?

But then again, within the scope of the Northland, there are not many forces capable of providing fuel to these barbarians.

Even with the method of elimination, it is easy to guess the head of Daxueshan.

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