Fu Shifeng

Chapter 277 Swinging the Devil’s Edge

Cheng Sanwu didn't trust Yunmeng Pavilion, and was even more wary of Mu Xiaojun, an outsider who looked like a girl. He even suspected that Yunmeng Pavilion wanted to take advantage of the great monsters in Xiaoxiang. Deal with yourself.

"It seems that this meeting is really too abrupt, and it will inevitably make Mr. Zhaoyang feel grudge." Although Mu Xiaojun said this, he felt a little subtle in his heart.

Because Cheng Sanwu's words and deeds are too much like ordinary people, precisely because he is suspicious, wary, and considers gains and losses, which is completely different from the glutton who is greedy and unscrupulous and eats up all living things.

Mu Xiaojun himself is the refined form of Taotie, and he understands Taotie, an ancient evil, far better than ordinary people. It actually contains some of the natural and selfless nature of heaven and earth.

Just like the term "disaster", it is also a judgment that people in the world only make after they have gained, lost, and suffered harm. In the years when all living beings were still ignorant, landslides and ground cracks, rivers churning, and even the vicissitudes of life were nothing more than ordinary things.

Therefore, Cheng Sanwu's current words and deeds, in Mu Xiaojun's opinion, are a real person, even if he is extremely unpleasant.

And for some reason, Mu Xiaojun vaguely felt that Cheng Sanwu was a bit like Mr. Wen. His demeanor of knowing everything about the world but insisting on being mean-mouthed was all too familiar.

In other words, he is an uneducated and unruly Master Wen.

"The land of Xiaoxiang is full of talented people, why does Master Mu need to ask me for help?" Cheng Sanwu asked with a smile: "In terms of martial arts and courage, I think the Master of Zhu Rong Palace in Hengyang is very suitable."

Mu Xiaojun had long known from Mr. Hong Ya that Cheng Sanwu was proficient in Yanfeng Sword Technique and had the same origin as Yang Wujiu, the master of Zhurong Palace, so he said:

"Master Zhurong? Mr. Zhaoyang knows that this person who has won over the Miao Man Mo Yi and occupies a powerful position is secretly colluding with the big monster."

"Oh? Is this happening? This is the first time I've heard of it." Cheng Sanwu glanced at Qin Wangshu, who also listened carefully, fearing to miss a word.

Mu Xiaojun asked: "Mr. Zhaoyang, do you know why Yang Wujiu can claim to be the Lord of Zhurong Palace?"

"Isn't that the name of the martial arts sect?" Cheng Sanwu asked.

"It's not that simple." Mu Xiaojun said: "Zhu Rong has always been very popular in the Xiangheng area. Not only the Han people set up altars to worship, but also some barbarians regard Zhu Rong as their ancestors and the god of fire. And Zhu Rong Mansion in Hengyang is like The general altar is like an ancestral palace and has a very high weight in the minds of the people."

Cheng Sanwu made a rough deduction: "Did Yang Wujiu win over a group of Miao barbarians as his subordinates by occupying Zhu Rong Mansion?"

"That's right." Mu Xiaojun nodded and said, "The imperial court had already restrained most of the barbarians in the Xiangheng area. Yang Wujiu was able to restrain them and prevent them from causing chaos. The local officials were also happy to see this happen. Therefore, the master of Zhurong Palace gradually became the leader of Xiangheng. The earth emperor of Hengdi Realm."

"A local emperor is more convenient than dozens of tribal leaders. This is how the imperial court has always managed remote areas." Cheng Sanwu disagreed.

Cheng Sanwu had also learned before that Yang Wujiu had been able to dominate the Xiangheng area for many years not entirely by relying on his own force. On the one hand, he recruited Miao Man as his accomplice and thug, and on the other hand, he made good friends with the government and looted and donated money. To stabilize a place, the imperial court will not kill the local tyrants without any trouble.

Therefore, even if Qin Wangshu and Yang Wujiu had a deep hatred, Afu would not be able to deal with him in the name of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. If you really take action at all costs, the Xiangheng territory will fall into chaos, and you will inevitably be punished afterwards.

Of course, Cheng Sanwu didn't care about Yang Wujiu's life or death. He even wanted to hone his sword and martial arts skills with this man to see who was better.

But this is not enough reason for Cheng Sanwu to obey Mu Xiaojun's arrangements.

"Mr. Zhaoyang, have you ever thought about what will happen in the future if Yang Wujiu is allowed to continue to control Zhu Rong Mansion?" Mu Xiaojun asked.

"The worst that can happen is that the local people's property will be plundered, and the people's livelihood will be reduced to poverty." Cheng Sanwu spread his hands and said: "This is a matter that the imperial ministers and state and county officials should be concerned about. If the Ministry of Internal Affairs does not interfere, I have nothing to do with it."

Mu Xiaojun sighed softly: "What Mr. Zhaoyang said is just commonplace, but if the land of Xiaoxiang turns into a paradise for monsters and all the people are reduced to blood food in their bellies, can Mr. Zhaoyang turn a blind eye?"

The corners of Cheng Sanwu's eyes twitched slightly, and Mu Xiaojun keenly noticed this. She also noticed that the heat in the opponent's body surged for a moment, but it was restrained and suppressed in time.

In fact, Mu Xiaojun's words are a bit exaggerated. The big monsters in Xiaoxiang land are capable of eating and harming people. But if there is really a monster paradise, Fu Shifeng will not be needed. The imperial court will naturally summon all the people in the world. Road masters come to fight against evil spirits.

However, these words seemed to be talking about a big monster, but in fact they hinted at the disaster caused by Taotie. Mu Xiaojun wanted to see what Cheng Sanwu thought of Taotie.

"Those giant monsters, are they really cannibals?" Cheng Sanwu asked in a deep voice.

"You may use boys and girls as sacrifices, or you may offer brides to avoid disaster. As for where these sacrifices go... I don't need to say more about it." Mu Xiaojun said: "If Mr. Zhaoyang has time, you can check Zhu Rong Where do the many slaves that the master of the palace sells off every year end up."

Mu Xiaojun was not completely lying. She did know that there was an expert behind Yang Wujiu. It was just that in the past, Yunmeng Pavilion was on good terms with her, but the other party was not a big monster. Mu Xiaojun considered that Cheng Sanwu might not Understand the inside story and force the two to be involved.

Looking back at Cheng Sanwu, he could more or less guess that Mu Xiaojun was exaggerating, but he was always a little restless deep in his heart. The taste of biting living flesh and blood seemed to surge up deep in his throat again, giving him an instinctive hatred. .

There are many things that can make Cheng Sanwu unhappy, but the only thing that can make him hate and disgust from the bottom of his heart is cannibalism. Even if he has hatred for Fu Shifeng, he may still have to take a back seat.

"I'll check it out." Cheng Sanwu looked ugly, holding up the tea bowl with some irritability, looking at it but unable to drink it.

Such an obvious abnormality can be seen by anyone. Mu Xiaojun secretly rejoiced. It seemed that he had really figured out Cheng Sanwu's temperament. Instead of tempting him with huge profits, he might as well use hatred to spur him on.

"Jun Zhaoyang is a heroic figure, and it is difficult to show pleasure when drinking tea." Mu Xiaojun signaled to Xiang Ling, took a jar of fine wine, opened the mud seal, and the clear aroma of wine instantly filled the pavilion.

"This is Xiangheng's specialty fermented wine. Drinking it can express your feelings and make you happy." Mu Xiaojun introduced.

Cheng Sanwu looked at the gradually filling bowl of green wine in front of him, and drank it without asking. It was easier than drinking water.

After finishing the bowl, Mu Xiangling poured another. Cheng Sanwu finished the drink in a few sips, then slammed the bowl on several tables and shouted: "Come again!"

After more than ten bowls in succession, Cheng Sanwu drank the entire jar of fermented wine. His face didn't even turn red or discolored, he just sat there breathing heavily.

Cheng Sanwu was silent for a long time, and the atmosphere in the pavilion was depressing. Qin Wangshu always felt that Cheng Sanwu was going to have a fit on the spot. Fortunately, he just scratched his hair and didn't make any big move.

"I need news about the Thousand-Year Ghost King." Cheng Sanwu exhaled: "There are also those big monsters, their lair location, their abilities, how many dependents they have... I want to know everything."

"Okay." Mu Xiaojun smiled and said, "I will compile these into a book later and send them to Lord Zhaoyang."

Cheng Sanwu shook his head: "Then this matter will be handled by our Ministry of Internal Affairs. If there is anything else we need help from Yunmeng Pavilion, please ask Master Mu to express it."

"Of course."

Cheng Sanwu pointed at Qin Wangshu: "If Master Mu has no other requirements, then I will take her away."

Mu Xiaojun smiled and said, "If Zhaoyang Jun has something to do in the future, you can send Miss Qin to deliver the message." Cheng Sanwu glanced at Qin Wangshu and said nothing more, then stood up and said, "In that case, we will leave now. .”

Mu Xiaojun stood up to see them off, and Cheng Sanwu didn't say much else. He got down from the pavilion and left quickly with Qin Wangshu and Zhang Fan.

I don't know what tricks Mu Xiaojun used. Most of the thick fog covering Junshan Island dissipated, revealing a forest courtyard, and there was a faint sound of collision and turbulence in the distance.

Cheng Sanwu frowned, and Mu Xiaojun chuckled: "It seems like the Internal Affairs Ministry is really as skilled as a cloud, and it will be easy to eliminate the big monsters."

Needless to say, the situation in the distance must be that Lord Rouzhao and Lord Chongguang sneaked into Junshan Island, but encountered obstacles, and a battle broke out.

Cheng Sanwu was too lazy to look further, so he casually held his hands and left towards the dock.

After waiting on the boat for a while, the other two people returned one after another. Mr. Rouzhao could not see anything strange, but Mr. Chongguang was in a very embarrassed state. The sleeve on one arm was almost completely torn to pieces, leaving several scars.

"The spying didn't go well?" Cheng Sanwu asked upon seeing this.

Chongguang Jun saw Cheng Sanwu looking very restful and immediately shouted: "Are you colluding with Yunmeng Pavilion and trying to take the opportunity to eradicate us?!"

Cheng Sanwu was a little displeased at this moment. When he heard Chongguang Jun's words, he immediately dodged and punched out hard.

This time, she was caught off guard, and murderous intent broke out in an instant. Only Rou Zhaojun reacted, but as soon as she raised her hand, Cheng Sanwu's fist hit Jun Chongguang in the face.

With a muffled sound, Mr. Chongguang's figure directly smashed into the cabin, flew out, and hit a few water floats on the lake.

Several wisps of flames lingered around Cheng Sanwu's fist, and a dragon's roar seemed to echo in the cabin, making everyone afraid to speak.

Rou Zhaojun didn't seem to expect that Cheng Sanwu would suddenly act violently and hurt someone, but she didn't criticize him. Instead, she flew out, raised her hand to take a photo, fished out Mr. Chongguang from the water, and brought him back to the boat.

After a brief treatment, Mr. Chongguang vomited out a few mouthfuls of blood mixed with mud and water, woke up, looked at Cheng Sanwu viciously, and growled: "How dare you -"

"If you dare to offend again, I will remove your limbs next time, and my head the third time. I will do what I say."

Cheng Sanwu turned his head and glanced, his whole body was exuding a powerful aura that could not be disobeyed. The aura inside and outside the entire official ship was scorching, making it difficult to breathe. The invisible sharp edge seemed to gouge out the eyes of the person who looked at him.

Chongguang-jun only glanced at it and it caused internal injuries. He immediately stopped talking and his lips trembled, but he was extremely resentful in his heart.

Rou Zhaojun knew Cheng Sanwu's style. She first placed Chongguang Jun in the inner cabin, then came out and asked:

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Zhaoyang. I wonder how the discussion with Master Yunmeng went?"

"They will send over a roster later, which contains news about the various monsters and evil spirits in Xiaoxiang." Cheng Sanwu said.

Rou Zhaojun seemed not to have expected this, and paused slightly: "What kind of person is the master of Yunmeng Pavilion?"

"It's very powerful. If we really fight, the outcome is unpredictable." The official ship slowly sailed away from the pier. He looked back at the mist-shrouded Junshan Island: "If you fall into the formation, you probably won't even be able to touch the hem of your opponent's clothes." .”

Rou Zhaojun was silent for a moment, and Cheng Sanwu continued: "Master Yunmeng told me that the land of Xiaoxiang is not only troubled by the thousand-year ghost king, but there is a group of powerful demons. They already know that we are coming, and there is no longer any secret search and search. Too necessary.”

"Chu Zhongcheng just asked us to deal with the Thousand-Year Ghost King, there is no need to create extra complications." Rou Zhaojun reminded.

"What if the other side swarms us? Can you still be picky?" Cheng Sanwu asked in a deep voice.

Mr. Rou Zhao was not angry and said softly: "Listening to Mr. Zhao Yang's story, why do I think this Yunmeng Pavilion is extremely suspicious?"

"Do you think they spread the news and even drove the demons to commit crimes?" Cheng Sanwu asked.

"We must be prepared for this." Rou Zhaojun reminded.

"It doesn't matter." Cheng Sanwu didn't care: "I don't care what the thousand-year-old ghost king or the big monster is. Come and kill one, come two and kill a pair. If there are thousands of troops, then pierce them from the front, and then kill them." Kill them from behind. Whoever dares to stop me will wash my knife with their blood!"

Rou Zhaojun obviously didn't expect Cheng Sanwu to say this suddenly, and he didn't know how to respond for a while.

The official ship returned to Baling City. Rou Zhaojun went to arrange treatment for Chongguang Jun first, while Cheng Sanwu called Qin Wangshu into the room alone.

"What did the people at Yunmeng Pavilion say to you?"

Qin Wangshu was startled by Cheng Sanwu's almost detached indifference, as if she was another person in front of her, but she still calmly replied: "They know that my enemy is Yang Wujiu, and they plan to help me take revenge."

"What's the price?" Cheng Sanwu asked again.

"My body." Qin Wangshu clenched his fists when he said this: "I... I may have less than ten years left in my life, and my martial arts are not enough for revenge. Mu Xiangling - also It was the other woman in the pavilion earlier. She said that if she possessed me, she would be able to help me change my bones and wash my marrow, thereby greatly improving my skills."

"Seize the body?" Cheng Sanwu frowned.

"She said she would try her best to preserve my consciousness and at the same time resolve the danger of ten years of life." Qin Wangshu lowered his head and said.

"Evil monsters specialize in deceiving people's hearts." Cheng Sanwu cursed and said with his cheek propped up, "I can help you. I originally planned to ask Yang Wujiu to test the Yanfeng Sword Technique, so I might as well kill him conveniently."

"Admiral Fu had this proposal at the beginning, but I didn't agree." Qin Wangshu shook his head: "If I can't personally kill my enemy, I will feel uneasy."

"Allowing others to seize your body and improve your skills is considered killing your enemy with your own hands?" Cheng Sanwu asked with a sneer.

"Mu Xiangling said that before my life is over, I will still control my body." Qin Wangshu replied.

"It's beyond stupid." Cheng Sanwu stopped trying: "That's it, you are responsible for your own life."

"Yes." Qin Wangshu nodded heavily, then looked directly at Cheng Sanwu and said, "Also, thank you."

(End of this chapter)