Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 322: Stone Reappears, This Silly Horse

When An Yan came back, he found that Yan Chixia and a group of his followers were treating and bandaging the imperial army that had suffered heavy casualties.

Yan Chixia transferred his own magic power to Du Yuan to help him stabilize his injuries.

At this moment, Du Yuan no longer looked as majestic as before. His hair was disheveled and he looked like a defeated general.

After he felt his injuries stabilized, he clasped his fists towards Yan Chixia and said, "Thank you, Captain Yan, for your righteous rescue. I, Du, am very grateful."

"Hmph, now you know who is the good guy and who is the bad guy."

"If my headman hadn't intervened, all of you would have been swallowed by the centipede monster in one bite."

Yan Chixia is a man of tough words but soft heart. Although his tone is unfriendly, he still asks his disciples to help.

Du Yuan obviously knew the temper of Captain Yan and just smiled awkwardly on the side.

An Yan in the sky just smiled slightly when he saw this. Yan Chixia's approach saved him a lot of effort, and he descended from the clouds.

"Master, you're back, how's that centipede monster doing?"

When Yan Chixia saw An Yan coming back, he showed joy and hurried to greet him.

Du Yuan, who had seen the strength of the Maoshan Sect's leader, did not dare to be negligent. He hurriedly followed him and knelt down with a plop.

"Greetings, Master An. It is too late to regret that I, Du, did not recognize the great man."

"General Du, please stand up. You are the one who is loyal to your master. You can't be blamed entirely. If you want to blame someone, blame the centipede monster for being too cunning. Even the civil and military officials who see it every day can't recognize it when it's wearing human skin, let alone you, the general."

An Yan raised his hand, and an invisible force lifted Du Yuan up.

"Elder Yan, you don't have to worry about the centipede monster. It will die without a complete body."

That’s right, I didn’t spit out even a single bone residue.

Yan Chixia, who was unaware of his leader's big appetite, immediately showed joy. Once the national teacher died, their Maoshan sect would be safe.

An Yan looked at the soldiers who died because of the soul-demanding Sanskrit sound, and then looked at Du Yuan, "General Du, it is best to cremate these soldiers killed by the centipede monster to avoid any changes."

Du Yuan had also heard of the legend of corpses turning into zombies. His face immediately changed and he folded his hands and said, "Thank you for the reminder, Sect Leader An. I'll arrange it right away."

Afterwards, Du Yuan left in a hurry.

As soon as Du Yuan left, Yan Chixia expressed some of the worries in his heart that he had been unable to say before.

"Master, although the Imperial Master has been eliminated, the current emperor is still worried."

An Yan immediately understood the concerns in Yan Chixia's words. It was simply that the National Master was the person the current emperor valued the most. Although the National Master was dead now, it might also anger the emperor.

He smiled and patted Yan Chixia, "You are worrying too much. How many sheep do you think will survive if you put a tiger in a sheepfold?"

"Look, this world is going to be in chaos soon."

An Yan's words stunned Yan Chixia, then his face changed, and then he sighed with mixed feelings.

"This damned world is in chaos. I don't know how many people will die. It's such a sin."

Yan Chixia was actually wrong in saying this.

The people are prosperous and suffer.

If they die, the people will suffer.

Although An Yan was not a great saint, he did not mind doing what he could. Moreover, if Maoshan Sect wanted to surpass Dragon Tiger Sect, the most direct way was to let the imperial court canonize it as the state religion.

A bold idea arose in his mind.

He looked up at the gray and hazy aura in the sky that was invisible to the naked eye, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He had already seen a lot of merits waving to him.

So, he immediately asked Yan Chixia: "Do you want to become an immortal?"

Yan Chixia's eyes widened instantly, and then he nodded frantically like pounding garlic.

"Yes! I think about it day and night! Even more than I think about women!"

Well, compared to him, Yan Chixia is more like a true seeker of truth.

An Yan subconsciously ignored the second half of Yan Chixia's sentence, and then said: "If you want, then help me keep Du Yuan and his army here. I will be of great use later."

"I have something important to deal with right now, so I can't spare the time."

Leave Du Yuan and his army behind?
Yan Chixia was no fool, he understood immediately and was secretly shocked.

I didn’t expect that my leader had such a big appetite!

While Yan Chixia was shocked, he also felt excited. He immediately patted his chest and assured, "Master, don't worry. Leave it to me."

Seeing that Yan Chixia already understood, An Yan nodded and left.

He was preparing to take a trip to Shu.

But before that, he wanted to take a look at the spoils obtained from Cihang Pudu, because he found some incredible things.

a rock!
That’s right, the stone is from the same source as the one obtained from the Black Mountain Demon.

An idea that even he found a little unbelievable came to his mind.

Could it be that the Black Mountain Old Demon and Cihang Pudu are both the three flower clones of a certain immortal who practiced the skills on this stone?

This thought scared An Yan. An existence who was suspected to be in the late stage of celestial immortal and had condensed three flowers was definitely worthy of his attention.

But unfortunately, apart from the stones, there were no other items on the Black Mountain Old Demon and Cihang Pudu that could prove the connection between the two.

An Yan, who was eager to know what was recorded on the stone, stopped at a random place and began to study the stone.

Ning Caichen, who had been eating free prison food for several months, finally escaped this morning.

He looked at the rising morning light, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably. It turned out that being able to breathe free and fresh air was such a happy thing.

He couldn't help but think back to last night, feeling grateful and worried for the old man who was still in prison. If it weren't for the old man, he would probably have died by now.

Back to last night.

in prison.

Ning Caichen, who had another nightmare, was awakened, gasping for breath.

"Another nightmare? Tell me what you dreamed about this time."

Zhuge Wulong, who was still lying on the wall writing furiously, heard the noise behind him, put down his pen, turned around and asked curiously.

Ning Caichen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said a little embarrassedly: "I dreamed that you broke into pieces."

Zhuge Wulong understood immediately and said unhappily: "You are falling apart but I am not. Count how long you have been here and you are still not used to it. If you continue like this, you might even forget your last name, Zhou."

"Alas, I've told you so many times, my last name is not Zhou."

Ning Caichen said weakly, he didn't know how many times he had said it.

"Zhou Yabing!"

"Your meal is here, eat quickly."

Hearing the jailer's shout, Ning Caichen, who was still half dead, rushed forward in one step.

Zhuge Wulong shook his head when he saw this. "Alas, another fool. His last name is obviously Zhou, but he insists that it's not his last name."

"Wow wow wow!!!"

"Grandpa, come and have the chicken leg rice. There's also wine!"

Ning Caichen ran back happily with chicken leg rice and wine. Even though he hadn't eaten chicken leg for a long time, he still took out the chicken leg and handed it to the old man.

He no longer wanted to refute the old man's words. If he didn't admit that he was Zhou Yabing, the jailer would not give him any food, and it was clear that he was going to take the blame. What else could he do?
Live one day at a time and accept it with a pinch of your nose.

"Do you think the barren county magistrate has given birth to a son, so he specially gave us extra food? I've been here for so long, and this is the first time I've seen meat."

"Old man, what's up? Don't you want to eat chicken legs? We still have chicken, vegetables, and wine here."

Ning Caichen had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter and was still chattering about having an extra meal tonight.

Looking at the chicken drumstick rice handed to him, Zhuge Liang avoided it as if he were avoiding the plague god.

"Eat it yourself. I'd rather eat cockroaches."

"Well, you didn't want it, don't accuse me of being disrespectful to the elderly and virtuous. I ate it myself."

"Wow! I didn't know chicken legs were this delicious! So delicious!"

Looking at the old man walking away, Ning Caichen, who had been drooling for a long time, did not hesitate and took a big bite. His mouth was full of oil and his face was full of enjoyment.

Seeing this, Zhuge Wulong swallowed and looked at Ning Caichen, the unfortunate child, with pity.

"Do you really not know, or are you pretending not to know?"

"what do you know?"

"The last meal before execution. Did you know that the chicken you are eating is called the Death Chicken? Anyone who eats it will be taken to the execution ground and beheaded."

"Behead!?"

Ning Caichen, who was eating happily, suddenly turned pale and subconsciously wanted to vomit. But when he remembered that it was chicken, he desperately took a gulp of wine and swallowed it.

Then he looked at the fragrant chicken leg rice in his hand and had no appetite at all.

Just at this moment, the sound of sharpening knives was heard outside.

"Zhou Yabing, Zhou Yabing, I'll give you my money, but don't seek revenge on me."

Ning Caichen was so frightened that he raised his feet to the window and looked out. He saw an executioner sharpening his knife and two people beside him burning paper money.

He was suddenly dumbfounded.

"Isn't it said that the beheading will be at noon? Who would execute someone in the middle of the night?"

Zhuge Wulong came to Ning Caichen's side and said, "It seems that Zhou Yabing must be the son of a high-ranking official. Only when the sons of high-ranking officials commit crimes and look for someone to be their scapegoat will they be executed in the middle of the night. No one would know who they are. "

"Old man, you don't have Alzheimer's! You also know that I am not Zhou Yabing!"

"I am really wronged!"

Ning Caichen, feeling that death was imminent, was in tears.

"I'm fine even though you have Alzheimer's. This prison is so boring. It's a rare opportunity to have someone to entertain me. I must have some fun with him." Zhuge Wulong said with an expression that said, "You're the fool."

"What's the point of me knowing that you were wrongly accused? I was wronged too, and I also know that most of the people in this prison were wronged too. What's the point of that?"

Hearing this, Ning Caichen despaired.

"There is really no justice in this world. It turns out that being a good person does not bring good rewards."

It was not until this moment that Ning Caichen finally saw clearly the truth of this cannibalistic world, where bad people are rampant and good people have no place to seek justice.

Ning Caichen, who was heartbroken and knew that his death was approaching, took out his bookcase and placed it in front of the old man.

"Old man, I've been your roommate for so long, and now I'm dying, so I'll give you all these things."

"I have always been a clean person, so don't think these things are worthless."

"Alas, if I can get out alive, I must pass the imperial examination and change this cannibalistic world."

But after saying this, Ning Caichen himself laughed. He was still fantasizing even when he was about to die.

"I've seen a lot of bad guys, but good guys like you are rare."

As the saying goes, when a person is about to die, his words are also good.

After listening to Ning Caichen's inner monologue, Zhuge Wulong's eyes flashed, as if he had made a decision. He turned over, took out a book from the straw, and handed it to Ning Caichen.

"Then I will give you a worthless book in return, so that no one can look down on anyone else."

Ning Caichen pushed it back and said with a wry smile, "Old man, I'm dying soon. It's useless for you to give it to me. You should keep it and give it to someone else when you have a chance to go out."

"Aren't you the destined one? You're such a good person, it would be a shame if you died."

"I"

Just as Ning Caichen was about to speak, he was interrupted by Zhuge Wulong and rudely pushed away.

"Stop being so fussy and nagging like a woman. There are too few good people like you. If you die, good people will become extinct."

"Anyway, I haven't released any animals for a long time, so let's do a good deed today."

As he spoke, Zhuge Wulong pulled aside the straw that was leaning against the wall as a backrest, revealing a deep tunnel that made Ning Caichen's eyes widen.

"Old man, what are you doing? Is this true?"

"Am I dreaming?"

"You're not dreaming."

"Then why don't you run away, old man?"

For the first time, Ning Caichen realized that he couldn't understand a person.

"There's chaos and war outside, why should I go out? I can write a book in here, and when I'm done I'll print and publish it. How comfortable it will be." Zhuge Wulong said nonchalantly. As long as he could write books in peace, this place was his paradise.

"Stop talking nonsense and leave quickly. Once you get out of the tunnel, don't come back. Be a good person. Also, don't forget what you just said. You must change this cannibalistic world."

While Ning Caichen was not paying attention, Zhuge Wulong put a token and the book into the package, packed it up and handed it to Ning Caichen.

Ning Caichen, who took the bundle, grabbed the old man's skinny arm and shook his head, saying, "No, what will you do if I leave? If the jailers find out that I'm gone, they will definitely cause trouble for you."

This silly boy, it really is true that fools have good fortune.

Seeing Ning Caichen still worried about him even though he was about to die, Zhuge Wulong nodded secretly in his heart, knowing that he had not misjudged him.

"You silly boy, you don't really think they dare to touch me, do you? Don't worry, maybe I'll still be alive and well even if you die."

"Stop talking nonsense, they are coming in."

There were footsteps outside the prison, and Zhuge Wulong pushed Ning Caichen and said anxiously.

Ning Caichen gritted his teeth when he heard this, bowed to the old man, and promised: "Don't worry, old man, I will definitely come back to rescue you."

Then Ning Caichen crawled into the tunnel and ran out.

The morning light fell on his body, making him feel warm. Ning Caichen came back to his senses and sighed, "I hope the old man is okay."

Return to the present.

Ning Caichen carried the package and walked a short distance before he saw a horse in front of him eating grass with its head down.

He believed the old man's words a little more, and he sighed: "Who on earth is this old man? He even prepared a horse for me. When I become successful, I must come back and repay him."

After looking around and confirming that the horse really had no owner, he immediately mounted the horse and rode away.

Zhiqiu Yiye, who was hiding behind the bushes, looked up and found that his horse had been ridden away. His face turned green immediately.

This stupid horse!
Why does it all run away no matter which one I ride on?

(End of this chapter)