lethal arsenal

Chapter 520 The Dragon King swallows Yaksha!
Nie Xiaoqian smiled reservedly at Lin Dong's teasing words.

Her cheeks were slightly red, she nodded and lowered her eyebrows, stirring the hot soup in the pot with a spoon.

The cold wind is blowing outside the house, and the bonfire is crackling inside. While it brings warmth, there is also a beautiful woman holding a spoon in her bare hands, which is the ultimate enjoyment.

only……

"Salty."

Lin Dong put his head next to the pot and took a sniff.

Nie Xiaoqian slightly rolled her eyes and ignored him, but heard Lin Dong say again: "Actually, I'm quite curious. You said you are from Jinhua, and Jinhua is thousands of miles away from here? Besides, hundreds of thousands of mountains are full of demons, Miss Xiaoqian Aren’t you afraid of living alone in the mountains?”

Lin Dong didn't care that his hands were hot. While talking, he reached into the pot, picked up a piece of boiled taro, and put it into his mouth.

"General, that's a little too rude."

Nie Xiaoqian gently tapped Xiang Lin with a spoon and rebelled.

It turned out that Lin Dong felt that eating a piece of rotten taro was not enough, so he reached into the pot with his big hand again. As the person holding the spoon, Nie Xiaoqian was not worried, so she knocked his hand away with the spoon.

"whee."

Lin Dong smiled jokingly, and did not forcefully grab the food. He licked his fingers clean and wiped them on his wet clothes without hesitation.

"Miss Xiaoqian hasn't answered my question yet?"

There was a smile on his face, but a ferocious light flashed deep in his eyes.

"General, I took you in with good intentions. Why do you need to explore my origins? It's just a chance encounter."

Nie Xiaoqian's face turned grim.

call!
The strong wind pushed open the door of the house, and the cold wind carrying the breath of ice and snow made the bonfire beat and dance.

Nie Xiaoqian held a spoon in one hand and gently picked up a hairpin with the other. Silky black hair poured out like a waterfall.

Hair flew up and brushed Lin Dong's face.

"Humph."

Lin Dong snorted and reached out to grab the woman's slender wrist.

however……

boom!
The delicate beauty actually dispersed like a cloud of mist. The faint white mist was blown by the snowy wind and carried outside the house. Only the lingering sound fell in the air.

"General, if you encounter difficulties in the future, you can use this wooden hairpin to find me."

The elegant fragrance of a woman's body still lingered in the air. With a bang, Lin Dong picked up the jade hairpin that had fallen beside the bonfire.

"Difficulties? Huh, what difficulties can I encounter?"

After thinking about it, Lin Dong put away the hairpin on the ground.

"Come, eat."

He waved to Ma Wencai, then filled a bowl of hot soup with a wooden spoon and started eating again.

"Nie Xiaoqian?"

He was chewing taro in his mouth and muttering vaguely.

……

To the west of Suolong City.

One thing that is very strange about Suolong City, which is surrounded by hundreds of thousands of mountains, is that people inside cannot get out, but occasionally, or every few years, a group of people from outside will walk into the mountains.

Unlucky enough, he was naturally eaten by monsters in the mountains.

If you are lucky, you will have a certain chance of entering Suolong City. For more than a hundred years, there is a communication channel between the inside and outside of the mountain, and that is through the Shang River that goes around the mountain.

Lin Dong's second soul is located at the entrance of Shang River in the mountains to the west of Suolong City.

The grass here is luxuriant and the mist and rain are continuous.

The mountain is surrounded by a winding river, and a light boat is coming from the other side of the river.

A few moments.

The reeds swayed for a while, and two young men walked out.

A tall and burly man wearing a white fox mask.

another……

"Eh, that's not right."

The boatmen on the boat took a closer look and saw that one of the young men in white was actually a woman disguised as a man. He was extremely handsome. His appearance was even more beautiful than the most beautiful oiran in the Chunfeng Tower in Suolong City.

"Hey, boatman, come quickly."

The man in the fox mask waved.

The old man holding the pole was at least a bit older. Although he was shocked by the beauty of the girl disguised as a man, he quickly calmed down.

He drove the boat in front of the two of them, still covered in some fog from the center of the river.

"I finally found the boat. I walked along the river bank for a long time before I saw you as a pole-poller. It's not easy."

The fox man said again.

This man has a certain aura of his own. Even though he wears a fox mask on his face, which reduces his domineering aura, under his robes he has muscles as sharp as rocks.

Looking at the faint outline, you can tell what a majestic body he has.

"According to my wishes, let's just fly over there. Why bother taking a boat and looking for trouble when there is nothing to do?"

The handsome girl dressed as a man frowned and said, disgusted with the old wooden boat.

"Yin Ling'er, you're wrong to say that. This river is more than ten miles wide. Our mana is already limited, and it's not as good as usual. If we can save some, we might encounter something else later."

Lin Dong's second spirit explained in detail.

That's right, the man wearing the white fox mask is Lin Dong's second spirit.

As for why a mask is put on the face, it is naturally to facilitate distinction.

Although the connection between the second spirit and the main body is weak, some simple messages can still be passed on and each other can know each other.

such as.

Now that I am in this world, my special identity is that of the Lord of Suolong City.

Then, it would not be good for the clone to act in the city in front of the city lord.

Moreover, the second soul was also assigned a special identity by the being in the void.

That is - the monster hunter.

The Second Soul and Yin Ling'er are the same. They are all mages who came here specifically from the outside to hunt monsters for profit.

In addition, probably because of entering the Dongxuan realm, neither Yin Ling'er nor Lin Dong's second soul had their past memories sealed. They both knew each other's true identities.

"Old man, we are from outside and want to go to Suolong City."

Lin Dong tilted his head slightly and said, the eyes under the fox mask were shining brightly and kept wandering around the pole-holding man.

"Outside, isn't it nice outside? You have to come to a place like this."

The boatman suddenly raised his head and said.

Thin, stooped, and emaciated, like a dried old cucumber, without any vitality.

Lin Dong rolled his eyes.

"Monsters are money. We are mages who specialize in hunting monsters. There are hundreds of thousands of monsters in this place, which is a precious wealth. By the way, later, after we enter the city, we will take a short rest and we will follow the trend. Take the commission, do you have anything you can help us with?"

Lin Dong smiled and asked.

The boatman shook his head and said lightly, "Come up."

Lin Dong and Yin Ling'er boarded the boat one after another. The boat moved slowly with a push of the oars.

"There are more dead people than living people these days. It's so hard for you to imagine coming here to hunt demons. In the past ten years or so, I haven't seen anyone able to get out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. No one is allowed in but no one is allowed out. This is the rule here. ”

"It doesn't matter, rules are meant to be broken."

Lin Dong waved his hand and smiled nonchalantly.

"hehe."

On the river, only the hoarse voice of the boatman echoed.

"Hey, wait for me!"

A voice suddenly came from the riverside.

"Boatman, wait a moment to sail the boat and take the monk along for a ride."

The voice became more urgent, and a bald monk wearing straw sandals strode over.

"what."

Lin Dong's eyes narrowed.

look familiar!

Very familiar.

He was wearing coarse cloth, he was quite tall, and his appearance was not very strange, but Lin Dong just felt like he had seen him before somewhere.

"It's strange. I couldn't wait for a single guest for a long time in the past, but today three guests came at once. It's very strange."

The captain stopped the boat and asked the monk to get on board, and then he slowly rocked the oars.

The monk's hands were very big, neither fat nor thin, and his head was bigger than Lin Dong's. His skin was tawny, and his face was full of wrinkles.

"Amitabha, young monk Dengcao, I have met several donors."

The monk in rough clothes holds a Buddha's ceremonial teaching in one hand.

"Monk Dengcao?"

Lin Dong and Yin Ling'er both spoke out, but then they frowned, and their faces showed a look of hard thinking.

"This name sounds so familiar. I seem to have heard it somewhere."

But no matter what, neither of them could remember it.

Lin Dong, the second soul spirit, wanted to pass this strange thing on to the original deity, but the barrier between heaven and earth, which sometimes worked and did not work, cut off the connection between him and the deity.

"sit down."

Lin Dong's second soul couldn't remember it for a long time, so he stretched out his hand and made an invitation gesture.

However, this did not mean that the matter was over, but that Lin Dong quietly kept the identity of Monk Dengcao in his mind.

Yin Ling'er had hardly spoken since she got on the boat. At this moment, she just turned her head to the side. She had been looking at the vast mist in the river indifferently.

Of course, what was really in her heart was that Yin Ling'er was extremely vigilant.

The boat was running smoothly on the river, a moment later.

"Three donors, would you like some wine?"

Monk Dengcao untied a wine gourd from his waist and said.

"Are you still drinking?" Lin Dong's eyes flashed with surprise.

"Hahaha, the Buddha is sitting in the heart, wine and meat pass through his intestines, and the young monk never taboos."

Monk Dengcao smiled.

Lin shook his head and Yin Ling'er ignored him.

The monk handed the drink to the boatman. The boatman thanked him and took a small sip.

The mist in the river is much thicker than before, like a dancing veil, gently covering the water surface.

Maybe it was because he took a sip of wine.

The boatman's chatterbox gradually opened up.

He suddenly said: "Old man, I don't have much energy, and this boat goes slowly. How about telling a story to relieve everyone's fatigue?"

Yin Ling'er continued to say nothing.

Monk Deng Cao and Lin Dong both looked interested.

From then on, the story of the boatman began to be told.

……

Talking about the early years, counting up, it was probably during the period of Wang Sheng’s grandparents.

There was a man named Ma San at the dock. He was a military leader, but he loved gambling and became a pauper after losing.

I had no choice but to build a shack on the edge of the pier to live out my life.

One night, Ma San got up to relieve himself and suddenly discovered a man in black robes on the shore, furtively drawing a red mark on the bottom of the boat.

At that time, Suolong City had a rule of bartering.

At that time, I didn’t know how the uncle of the Wang family, that is, Wang Sheng’s grandfather, did it. Anyway, he was in contact with the outside world. He usually sent the hunted monsters, carapace and meat out by boat.

People can't get out, but things can.

Under normal circumstances, the boat flows along the current, but one or two days a month, the river water will form a countercurrent.

The ships outside, which carry goods but no people, will come in with a large shipload of daily necessities.

It was this kind of ship trade that allowed Suolong City to flourish for a period of time.

In addition, it is not that no one tried to go out along the river... but without exception, their boats sank at the bend of the Shang River, or the boats were broken and returned with corpses.

After several attempts, the Wang family gradually gave up the idea of ​​leaving the river mouth.

However, trade exchanges never stopped during those years.

The topic returns, Ma San here...

Ma San thought this was strange at the time, but didn't take it to heart.

As a result, we received news the next day that some ships were capsized by wind and waves at the bend of the Shang River before they even got out.

This situation is also normal. When a caravan goes out to cross a river bend, usually two or three out of ten will overturn.

To be specific, it’s ship dealers betting on luck.

Ma San also kept an eye on it at that time. When his mind moved, he went to the dock to count carefully.

What a coincidence, he found that the capsized boat was probably tampered with by the man in black robe.

Later, he observed it several times and found that it was indeed the case.

Moreover, no one else can find the black robe.

Ma San was clever, so he used this as a bet and opened the market.

Over time, he actually became rich and had a wife and daughter.

However, as the saying goes, fire cannot be contained by paper. As time went by, the head of the Wang family knew that there was such a strange man in the city, and ordered him to specially determine the life and death of the trading ships out of the river.

He can tell which merchant ships can go out and which merchant ships cannot go out.

The first two times were fine.

Later, he chose a ship that could go to sea, but accidents happened one after another.

At this time, Ma San became anxious and took a look at the salvaged merchant ships. There was obviously no red line on the waterline as a mark.

"Are you looking for this!"

Someone patted Ma San on the shoulder.

He immediately turned his head following the sound, and for a moment, the souls of the dead emerged.

It turned out that there was a red line drawn on the oar pole.

He raised his head and discovered that the man tapping his shoulder was the man in black robe...

The boatman's voice gradually became lower, the boat slowly stopped in the center of the river, and the white mist became more and more grand.

"Haha, interesting, that man in black robe could be the Dragon King of Shang River under the water."

Lin Dong joked.

With sharp eyes, he could clearly see a red line carved on the position where the boatman held the pole.

"Hahaha."

Monk Dengcao also laughed, "Old man, the young monk also has a story here. You have to listen carefully."

After saying this, Monk Dengcao put down his wine bottle and told his family story.

……

It is said in the world that a car, boat, shop, feet and teeth should be killed even if they are not guilty.

It is said that there was a boatman who made a living on the river, but this guy was ruthless and ruthless. He would stab anyone who came from out of town and plunder their property.

There were so many corpses floating in the water, and with this reputation, people in the city gradually did not dare to ride on his boat.

What happened was that in the next few years, where he made a living, no outsiders crossed the river at all.

The boatman was so unlucky that he could no longer live, so he swore that if he committed any evil deeds in the future, he would be thrown into a frying pan by the Yaksha from the underworld.

What a coincidence... He swore that within a few days, another outsider would come in.

This time.

But it was a monk who came. This monk was white and fat, carrying a bundle on his back. At first, it was easy to cover it with a cloth.

Behind it!
When the wind blows on the river, the cloth lifts up, revealing the heavy and white money in the baggage.

As the saying goes - evil dogs cannot change their eating of shit.

The boatman was so greedy that he overturned the plank of the boat, took out his knife and killed the monk...

"guess what……"

At this time, Monk Dengcao suddenly asked, hiding something hidden in his words.

"The old man guessed that the monk must have died miserably."

The boatman slowly lowered the pole.

"No, no, no!"

Monk Dengcao shook his finger, "The fat monk was stabbed in the abdomen, but what flowed out was not blood, but thousands of black energy. The black energy revealed the ferocious faces of one evil ghost after another. A group of evil ghosts, all of them. The people who were killed in the river first devoured the boatman's flesh and blood. Then...hehe, the fat monk turned into a belly of yaksha, picked up the boatman's soul with a fork, wrapped it in flour, and put it into the oil pan. When it comes to cooking, as the saying goes, the cycle of nature brings retribution, boatman, you think it’s funny or not.”

After Monk Dengcao finished speaking, he had an unfathomable expression on his face.

"I don't think it's funny."

The boatman immediately threw down the pole, his mouth protruded, his teeth became cold and sharp, his fingers turned into claws, and scales grew on his arms, and he attacked the monk directly.

"Ugh."

Lin Dong sighed, even if you want to meet each other, you should send yourself and Yin Ling'er across the river, right? Stopping in the middle of the river is nothing.

"hold head high!"

The boatman roared wildly, looking like an underwater Yaksha.

The bow of the boat was pressed downwards, and the whole boat flopped in the water like a fish on the hook.

"I said I would use my magic power to fly over, but you didn't."

Yin Ling'er said with a look of disgust. She didn't like this mess. She wanted to meet Lin Dong himself right now.

Lin Dong's second soul spread his hands, expressing his helplessness.

"The wind is coming!"

Yin Ling'er flicked her sleeves gently, and a strong wind blew by, rolling up both herself and Lin Dong's second spirit at the same time. This was the Tiangang method in Taiyi's secret technique, which was obtained from the old fairy cave in Nanhua.

The boatman turned into the true form of Yasha and jumped out.

The Dengcao monk was also alert enough. He stepped aside with a slight step, then kicked out and floated back.

Instead, the boat rowed out like an arrow from the string.

The water splashed up to a height of ten feet.

hold head high!
The yaksha was still wearing the boatman's clothes, his eyes were wide open, and he was first blown crooked by the wind magic summoned by Yin Ling'er, and then he was distanced from by the monk.

At this moment, Yasha's anger was beyond words. The large veins on his neck were bulging, and his scales stood upright, looking like he was furious.

"Kou Am Droda, Maha Droda, Hum! (Dragon King Mantra)"

Monk Dengcao slapped his seal towards the river.

Bang bang bang!
The water is surging.

Angang! !
A terrifying roar sounded, a hundred times more ferocious than Yasha's roar.

The entire river suddenly turned upside down, and a strong wind blew up, but this wind was a demonic wind, completely different from the green wind summoned by Yin Ling'er.

The water was surging, the storm was rolling, and in an instant, a huge vortex formed on the river surface.

The boat was thrown high by the waves, and Yaksha on the boat was also momentarily lost in thought.

next moment.

A huge black shadow emerged from the water.

The huge mouth stretched up to the sky and swallowed the boat together with Yaksha. At the moment before his death, all Yaksha saw were densely packed and extremely sharp, white canines.

boom!
Another wave fell, and both the boat and the boatman disappeared.

"Two donors, I'm sorry."

After Monk Dengcao finished speaking, he walked on the waves.

In order to avoid the waves, Lin Dong and Yin Ling'er also took advantage of the wind and landed on the shore.

As for the huge monster at the bottom of the river, the monster with all scales and claws, no one cares about its specific appearance.

There is only a black reef above the river.

Two blood-red lanterns were revealed on the reef, watching the retreating figure in the sky.

(End of this chapter)