There is a progress bar in my cultivation of immortality

Chapter 11

The Shangdan Sect is located in the Hushan Kingdom in the south of Zhongzhou. It would take nearly three months for ordinary people to go back and forth from Shang'an Prefecture.

The morning of the tenth day of the lunar month.

After Wang Ping had breakfast, he prepared his luggage at the urging of Taoist Yucheng. Two sets of gray-blue Taoist robes with four sets of linings, an iron sword, and at least four pairs of shoes were all packed in one suitcase.

Finally, there is the travel expenses, which is one hundred taels of silver. This money can allow Wang Ping to live a comfortable life on the road.

When he packed his luggage and was about to officially hit the road, Taoist Yucheng had disappeared. Wang Ping waited anxiously for half an hour. Seeing that the winter sun was about to emerge through the clouds, he made a fortune for himself and walked out of the courtyard. .

When he arrived at the front hall, some junior brothers who knew him quickly gathered around and called him.

Wang Ping felt as if he was in another world when he looked at the greatly changed front hall. The originally deserted martial arts training ground and courtyard were now full of people coming and going, and there was an endless stream of pilgrims coming down the mountain to offer incense.

When we walked to the renovated gate, we were surrounded by three senior brothers and junior brother Wang Kang who had been waiting for a long time.

The eldest brother gave Wang Ping some deworming medicine for traveling. The second brother thiefly put a concealed weapon on Wang Ping's right wrist for self-defense. The third brother gave Wang Ping his own steel sword, and junior brother Wang Kang Give him a kettle made of bamboo.

Walking out of the gate, Wang Ping found that the road up the mountain had been rebuilt at some point. The originally muddy road had turned into stone steps, winding for kilometers at a glance.

The deserted mountain road is now crowded with people, and there is a pavilion for resting at intervals.

I don’t know when a lively market appeared at the foot of the mountain. At the entrance of the mountain road, some dignitaries were selecting bearers. Vendors and folk gathered here saw Wang Ping in Taoist robes, and they bent down to salute from a distance. The dignitaries The nobles also nodded to him.

The preaching in Qianmu Temple has been very successful in the past two years. At least the surrounding areas have believed in the incense in the temple.

Wang Ping walked out of the north of the market according to his memory and finally saw a familiar river. The path beside the river turned into an official road.

When he walked out of the market, he looked at the village on the south bank, which was his earthly home.

The small village that originally consisted of low earthen houses has turned into a village lined with tile-roofed houses. A huge waterwheel is very conspicuous downstream of the canal.

Wang Ping just stopped and looked for a while without walking towards the village.

...

eight days later.

Wang Ping walked out of Nanlin Road and entered the boundary of Mozhou Road. He originally rushed on time, but when he arrived at the nearest county town on Guan Road, he found that the gate of the county town had already been closed.

There were many people who encountered the same situation as Wang Ping, and there was also a caravan going south. Several people in charge of the caravan gathered around the only pavilion outside the city gate and ate dry food.

Wang Ping didn't look at the caravan too much. He walked to the outskirts of the temporary camp a hundred meters away from the caravan and bought a bundle of dry firewood from the camp owner.

While the fire was being lit, bursts of cheers erupted from the county town in the distance. It must be the residents of the city celebrating something. The cheers made the tourists and businessmen who were dining and sleeping outside the city feel homesick.

"I'm hungry…"

Yulian protested.

Wang Ping took out the dried meat he bought specially for Yu Lian. After she ate it in two bites, she looked around with her little eyes and then retracted it into her sleeves.

"I saw a lot of evil people!" Yu Lian was not in a hurry to sleep.

"kindness!"

Wang Ping responded to him, then took out a piece of hard dry food and put it on the bonfire to roast. There were two smelly beggars nearby. They had long been eyeing Wang Ping who was alone. When they saw Wang Ping taking out the dry food , one of the beggars swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his survival instinct made him crawl towards Wang Ping.     “锵”

There was a flash of cold light, and before the beggar could realize what was going on, there was a stinging pain on his cheek, which made him instinctively stop crawling, and then he saw an unsheathed sword standing coldly. pointed at him.

"Take it to the side and eat it, don't disturb me!"

Wang Ping threw a small piece of dry food to the beggar and said this indifferently.

The two beggars were startled for a moment, and then they rolled toward the darkness in the distance while grabbing the dry food like animals fighting for food. Everyone else watched all this in silence.

At this moment, the cheers in the county were a little harsh.

"Hey!"

An old man sighed and said: "Yuanning County has not had a magistrate for seven or eight years, and life in the surrounding villages has become increasingly difficult."

"Isn't that right? I heard that there were riots in several villages in the lower reaches years ago!"

Once this topic was opened, it was like a flood that couldn't be stopped.

Wang Ping listened quietly. After listening, he once again felt that this world is cruel. Ordinary people not only have to bear heavy agricultural work and corvee work, but also are oppressed and exploited by powerful people. If they are not careful, they will also give trouble to some little troublemakers. The demon swallowed it.

Yu Lian rubbed Wang Ping's fingers with her little head again.

"I'm fine!"

Wang Ping responded softly, ate the roasted dry food in one go, then picked up the kettle given to him by his junior brother, drank two mouthfuls of water, and then meditated to rest.

late at night.

Wang Ping opened his eyes as if feeling something. There was only charcoal ash left in the campfire in front of him. Most of the people in the camp had gone to sleep. In the distance, two night watchmen patrolled back and forth outside the caravan with torches.

Everything is normal.

Wang Ping cast his eyes towards the thatched hut where the camp boss piled firewood. He picked up the sword placed on his knees, stood up and jumped into the darkness behind where the moonlight could not shine. After two breaths, he landed on the top of an old tree in the distance and squatted down. With the cover of night, it blends in with the old trees.

With the help of the moonlight, Wang Ping saw five or six people emerging from the camp owner's thatched hut. They walked carelessly among the sleeping people, rummaging through their luggage for valuables. They moved very loudly, but did not wake up anyone, because The campground owner ordered some incense in advance.

The caravan discovered the situation in the camp early in the morning, but they just looked at it coldly.

It can be seen from the familiar actions of these people that they often do this kind of thing, and then contact Yuanning City to close the city gate early...

"I finally caught you bastards!"

A woman's voice sounded from Wang Ping's left, and then he saw a long knife with flaming lights piercing the dark night sky and slashing at the head of one of the thieves. But when the earth-shattering knife fell, The power was only able to knock the thief unconscious, but did not kill him.

Then a man on Wang Ping's right came out with the same majestic force. He seemed to be holding a cauldron in his hand, but when he rushed to the camp, he put it down gently like the woman just now, only knocking the thief unconscious.

When all the thieves were tied up, the first woman to rush out pointed in the direction of Wang Ping and shouted: "Get down here, that heartless little Taoist priest."

Wang Ping knew that the woman was talking about him, but he had no intention of going down.

After a few breaths of stalemate, the woman snorted and took out a packet of medicinal powder from her pocket and spread it. Soon after, the sleeping passengers woke up one after another...

(End of this chapter)