Tongtian Bamboo Repair

Chapter 38 Bandits

The monsoon is raging in the bamboo sea, and the most miserable people are not the ordinary people in the bamboo sea.Ordinary people have dug cellars long ago, collected bamboo rice and lived in the cellars.No matter how strong the wind and rain are, the ground will never be lifted by the violent storm.

On days when the monsoon is raging, the most miserable people are the casual cultivators in the bamboo sea.

Most casual cultivators know nothing about the arrival of the monsoon.They hid in various parts of the bamboo sea and worked hard to carve out scattered spiritual fields, planting some popular or unsalable spiritual plants and elixirs.In the Qingzhu Sect, all the golden green bamboos planted by the disciples are purchased by the sect. The disciples are only responsible for planting and do not need to take care of anything else.

There is no guarantee for what casual cultivators grow. They grow it themselves and sell it themselves.If the year is bad and the products you grow are on the market in large quantities, you will have no choice but to sell them at a low price.Sometimes the output for several years is not enough to buy fertilizer...

The reason why casual cultivators are miserable is because they really have no guarantee at all.

During this trade wind season, some casual cultivators with some connections knew the news two or three days in advance, and harvested all the spiritual plants in the spiritual fields regardless of whether it was harvest time. Although the losses were not small, at least they were not small. No gain.

As for those casual cultivators who had no connections, they could only watch as the violent trade wind overturned their thatched houses and blew away the spiritual plants in the spiritual fields that he had worked so hard to cultivate.

The trade wind blew away not only their gains, but also their confidence.They hid in the cave and watched silently as everything they had worked hard for was taken away by the strong wind, and they fell into silent madness.

'As long as...as long as I harvest this season's spiritual plants, I can collect eight hundred spiritual stones, and I can buy a third-level Qi-training breakthrough pill...there is hope that I can break through to the third-level Qi-training...'

'But why? ! '

'Why! ! '

'It's obviously going to be harvested!Obviously hope is right in front of you!Obviously...'

In the cave, two monks were squatting in the dirt. An oil lamp became weak and erratic because the oil was almost exhausted.But neither of the two monks was willing to add more oil.

What about adding lamp oil?This flickering light seems to be their life. The light will be extinguished and life will be hopeless.

The two monks stared blankly ahead. An earthworm emerged from beside them. After being startled by them, it burrowed into the soil again.

At this moment, a rough voice startled the two people in the cave.

"Hey, brothers of the Qiu family. We are going to rob the Qingzhu Gate, will you go?"

A big face stuck into the hole. He looked at the two hopeless monks with a half-smile, and seemed to ask them to go shopping with him.

But at this moment, the two brothers suddenly moved their eyes and saw the speaker.

"When? What a madman?" the eldest brother of the Qiu family asked hoarsely.

"We will take action when the wind calms down a little and when the wind is about to pass." Madman said with a smile.

The two Qiu brothers glanced at each other, and their dull eyes suddenly became fierce, as if they were wolves choosing others to devour.They stood up and said viciously: "Fuck him, take his job!" They were bankrupt and had become proletarians without any hope.Survive or die, damn, since you are going to die, why not go and kill him, and count the ball after death. If you get it again while alive, then there is hope of continuing to practice!

The two Qiu brothers packed up the remaining supplies, climbed out of the hole, and followed Mad Man.Boss Qiu squinted his eyes, looked around while blocking the wind, and asked, "Crazy maniac, where are your swarms of bees?"

The swarm of bees are none other than the crazy bamboo bandits.

The lunatic said nonchalantly: "It's broken up. It's broken up a long time ago. But it doesn't matter, the team can always be pulled together. I think back then, I was only three or five people with one or two knives, but we couldn't create such a big momentum."

He stood roughly in the strong wind, and the strong wind blew the body-protecting spiritual light on his body, but it could not move him at all.

"Come on, follow me and continue to recruit people. I believe that we will be able to recruit enough people soon this time." He smiled confidently and led the two Qiu brothers into the strong wind.

This sudden strong wind pushed many casual cultivators who were hovering on the line of poverty into desperate situations.When they had nothing left, these casual cultivators became evil and cowardly. Based on the idea that if I can't live well, others can't live well either, they joined the gang of crazy people.

In just ten days, Madman's men had gathered more than 100 casual cultivators.Although these casual cultivators were all at the second or third level of Qi training, they could not produce a single magical weapon from their entire body, and even their attack and defense spells were poorly practiced.But now, they are like wolves, full of aggression.

In the strong wind, this group of people walked with difficulty, and Madman led them to an underground cave.

The wind was howling outside the cave, but it was quiet inside the cave. Only the sound of water dripping echoed in the cave.Over 100 monks crowded into the cave. Someone naturally lit a torch and lit up the cave.

When the light came on, everyone gasped and were stunned by the sight in front of them.

On the other side of the cave, countless snake demons, large and small, were staring at the group of people coldly with eyes of various colors.

"Damn it, we've entered a snake cave! Let's copy the guy." Someone shouted immediately.

But at this time, the snake group suddenly separated, and a man in black robe came out.Seeing this man, Madman grinned, stretched out his hand to block the young man behind him, and then said to the black-robed man: "Parsel, my people have brought it. Is this your snake?"

This man named Parselman was hidden in a black robe. He made an unidentified voice and said calmly: "Yes, this is the snake who wants to cooperate with you. Let me introduce you. This is the Red Snake King."

A huge red snake swam out from the group of snakes. If Zhang Miao were here, he would have recognized it at a glance. This was the snake that escaped from him.

This red-trained snake king made a sound of 'sisi', and the parsel guy listened for a moment, turned to the madman and said: "The snake king wants me to say hello to you. This time when you deal with the Green Bamboo Sect, you can take away all the belongings. But the corpses of the disciples of the Qingzhu Sect must be left to the snakes."

The lunatic laughed when he heard this. He said, "This is natural. We only seek money. As for those people's bodies, we are not interested."

The Parsel Man also communicated with the Red Snake King for a while. The Snake King nodded. It glanced at the Maniac with its hazy eyes and slowly swam into the group of snakes.

The madman also sneered, and then he shouted to the people behind him: "Okay, everyone, recharge your batteries, in a few days it will be the end of the trade wind season. At that time, the Green Bamboo Sect is at its most relaxed and weakest. We will set off at that time. Whether we will eat meat or be beaten will all depend on the performance of our brothers!"

(End of this chapter)