From a small soldier in the frontier army, an immortal god of war was born

Chapter 119: Yin Yang Family Gods; Encountering Water Pirates (Please subscribe~~)

There is an elegant fragrance in the soft hair, and the unique scent of the Jumang wood also exudes a refreshing coolness.

Wu Fengdeng laughed and said, "I wanted to visit you at the Jixia Academy tomorrow. How come you can come out tonight?"

Jiang Qiyu narrowed his eyes and murmured, "Brother Fengdeng, I don't need to stay in the academy for a while."

"Ok?"

"Master said that I have now reached a perfect state of mind in Taoism and can go out to practice and study."

In the Taoist martial arts of heaven and man, harmony of heaven needs to be achieved through meditation and contemplation, so as to form a Taoist heart, while harmony of man requires experiencing all kinds of worldly affairs, understanding people's livelihood, and learning in a pragmatic way.

Only by achieving the unity of man and nature can one make steady progress. Otherwise, if one practices without leaving home, one will only end up with castles in the air. One will be full of knowledge and morality but will be confused all the time.

Wu Fengdeng didn't understand their specific principles, but he roughly understood that it was nothing more than going out for experience.

"Brother Fengdeng, Miss Qingdai and I prepared a table of medicinal food. You need to nourish your body after returning from the battle."

The moon is bright tonight and the stars are sparse, making the world appear silvery and bright. Even without lighting a lamp, one can see clearly.

The sparse shadows of the trees swayed in the garden, like algae and water plants floating in the water. It was truly peaceful and beautiful.

During the meal, Wu Fengdeng also talked about business: "I don't have much time left now. I will meet with Qin Wang Han Fei tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow I will set off for Baiyue to look for Jiangzhu Yaocao."

"Pray for rain. Come with me."

"Yeah, sure!"

Jiang Qiyu then said, "Brother Fengdeng, there is no need to go through so much trouble. The hysteria poison you were infected with was developed by Xiang Jun of the Yin-Yang School. He must have an antidote. I can ask Master for help."

This method was simple, but she was still too naive. Wu Fengdeng said, "Now the Yin-Yang family has moved away from Qin State. Looking for them in Shenzhou Continent is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

The incident of Nüba completely broke off relations with the State of Qin. As soon as the news reached Xianyang, Ying Zheng ordered the ban on the Yin-Yang School and even invited a reclusive earth immortal master in the palace to help.

However, the Yin-Yang School reacted quickly. Under the siege of the Black Dragon Cavalry, they and the entire Buxing Pavilion disappeared. They also took away most of the elite troops from the Jixia Academy and only established dozens of large and small strongholds in the Qin State.

Although some important figures were not captured, all the industries and lands that the Yin-Yang Family had operated for thousands of years were confiscated, which was a heavy blow to their economic foundation.

"By the way, Qiyu, what is the specific structure of the Yin-Yang family?"

When the Yin-Yang School was mentioned, Wu Fengdeng suddenly became interested and wanted to learn more about it.

Jiang Qiyu put down his bowl and chopsticks and said, "I heard from my master that the Yin-Yang School can be divided into two parts. One is the Yin-Yang, Five Elements and Seven Systems, and the other is the gods with so-called divine positions."

"Each of the seven factions has an elder who is at the Qi Storage Realm, and the most outstanding disciples will be given the title of Young God."

"But among these, apart from the Yang Clan, which is the direct line of the Yin-Yang Family and needs to be respected, the others are not to be feared. The real trouble is those gods with divine positions."

"From the head of the sect Taiyi, down are Dongjun, Wangshu, Xiangjun, then the big and small Siming, and then Yunzhong, Hebo, Nüba, and Shan Gui, a total of ten gods."

"These gods have fixed titles but their personnel are changeable. For example, Shaodian, who you killed, can definitely inherit the title of Dongjun if he grows up in the future. After the current Taiyi dies, he will also be the first candidate to inherit."

After listening to her explanation, Wu Fengdeng gradually understood and finally knew why Nüba was so angry after he killed Shaoding that day.

Isn’t this equivalent to a prince?

"Miss Jiang, they use so many names of gods, aren't they afraid of punishment from heaven?"

Qingdai next to her asked curiously, holding her chin.

It is extremely disrespectful to misuse the name of a god. The Yin-Yang family has almost copied it all. It is too bold!

Jiang Qiyu smiled bitterly and explained, "They explained in the Jixia Academy that this was the consent of the Fusang tree. It was not blasphemy, but a sign of respect."

"But Master said that the Yin-Yang family has evil ambitions and has been dormant for thousands of years. They must have some purpose in doing this."

"That's for sure. They all dared to secretly support Cheng Jiao's usurpation of the throne, and..."

Qingdai subconsciously pouted as she spoke, then realized that she had said too much, so she immediately covered her mouth and stopped, lowering her head silently.

After dinner, Qingdai cleaned up the dishes and went back to the side room. She poked her head out and chuckled, "Master Wu, Miss Jiang, the bed is ready for you. I'm going to sleep first!"

Now that the master has arrived, she, as a maid, naturally can no longer serve him in bed.

Looking at the big bed in the main room, Wu Fengdeng hesitated for a moment, then smiled with a hint of guilt: "Qi Yu, Qing Dai and I..."

"Brother Fengdeng, I knew it a long time ago."

Jiang Qiyu looked at him without paying attention. She just held his hand and smiled lightly, "You don't need to explain anything. Isn't this normal? I've seen many people with three wives and four concubines, and a group of maids. Even the uncle who holds the lamp in the academy has four wives."

"You are now a high-ranking official, much more powerful than them. If you don't have someone to complement you, you will be looked down upon."

"...You are really my treasure girl."

"Treasure...girl?"

"Praise you."

Jiang Qiyu's eyes curved, her cheeks slightly red as she said, "Brother Fengdeng, please sit down first. I will help you heal your hidden injuries."

"it is good."

The Ju Mang wood system that Jiang Qiyu practiced was good at repairing and healing. With the blessing of Fusang's divine power, ordinary hidden diseases and injuries could be cured.

Although Wu Fengdeng had Qingdai to help him treat his injuries during this battle, he still had many underlying illnesses due to the accumulation of illnesses over a long period of time.

It was not until the early morning of the next day that all the injuries, big and small, on his body were healed. Even the nail that he had pulled out due to excessive pain when he was promoted to the middle stage had begun to grow back.

At that time, Jiang Qiyu's cheeks were slightly pale, and it was obvious that she was weak due to excessive consumption. However, she still nestled into Wu Fengdeng's arms contentedly and fell asleep peacefully.

When the sun was high in the sky, Wu Fengdeng got up and walked out of the room, just in time to see Qingdai making a bowl of medicinal soup.

"Young Master, give it to Miss Jiang."

"What kind of medicine is this?"

"Ok?"

Now it was Qingdai's turn to be stunned.

"Didn't you guys last night..."

Seeing that she was hesitant to speak, Wu Fengdeng suddenly realized what was going on. He patted her head and said, "Pour it out. It's not necessary."

"Oh ok!"

"Tell Qiyu when she wakes up that I'm going to the palace."

"Got it!"

Wu Fengdeng and the other two had been drinking together for a long time since they last met at the Korean border. After sending away all the palace maids and eunuchs, they were drunk and lay on the ground without caring about their image.

One is the King of Qin, the other is a former prince of Han, and one is a general of the Qin army. They act serious outside, but only at this moment can they completely relax and rest.

"Fei, do you want to meet your father?"

Ying Zheng patted Han Fei beside him.

The latter's face flushed, and tears slowly flowed from his beautiful eyes that countless women envied: "Gone. When I was imprisoned that day, he no longer acknowledged me as his son."

"Your mother must see it."

Ying Zheng put his hands behind his head and said calmly, "Your father had many concubines. When I entered the palace of King Han, the concubines' palaces were luxurious and magnificent, but your mother Leng's palace was dilapidated and in disrepair, so I helped you kill them all."

"That's what I meant."

"So I brought your mother back and placed her in the newly built mansion. Go and see her later." "Yes."

Han Fei unfolded the white jade folding fan and covered his face with it, and then he became motionless.

"Brother Wu."

Ying Zheng cast his eyes on Wu Fengdeng again: "I have sent people to find an antidote for the poison in your body. You should stay in Xianyang from now on. With the imperial physician here, I can guarantee that you will live another year or so."

"No need, Your Majesty. I have found the clues. I will set off to the Baiyue land in the south tomorrow."

"Baiyue?"

Ying Zheng and Han Fei rang out in unison.

"It's a barbarian land with many poisonous insects and miasma. It might be dangerous for you to go there."

Since Gou Jian came to power several hundred years ago, it has experienced a brief period of glory and power, but then it was completely divided. It is still in chaos today, and it can be said that it is no less dangerous than the Rongdi in the north.

Wu Fengdeng said slowly: "Don't worry, Qi Yu and I are going together this time. We are just looking for some herbs. Nothing will happen."

Ying Zheng knew his temper very well, so he stopped trying to dissuade him and just said, "Since you are determined to leave, be careful. I will ask the imperial physician to prepare some antidotes for you. Just in case."

"it is good!"

Wu Fengdeng stood up, filled a cup and drank it all in one gulp, then stood up and patted his sleeves: "I'll take my leave."

Ying Zheng was still drunk, he just raised his hand and said sadly: "Don't die there, otherwise I will lead the army to crush Baiyue."

……

Baiyue, Xiou.

The view is full of green forests, wetlands and swamps, with winding rivers and streams. At dawn, there is thick fog, with only a few ferries sailing through it.

This is a small border town between Chu and Xiou. It is governed by the river and has a very lax management with no obstacles. The two sides can exchange goods in the town with the wooden order for trade.

The Chu State's silk, gold, silver, smelted bronze, and the Xiou State's ivory, fragrant wood, rhinoceros horn, etc. were exchanged with each other.

Therefore, the ferry business here is very prosperous, and most of the passengers are Yue people. There are also people from Chu State who often go to Baiyue.

It was early morning.

"Let's start~~ Is there any more space?!"

On the river bank, an old man rowing the boat shouted loudly, and then began to hold up a bamboo pole to push the boat into the river.

"Boatman!"

Just at this moment, two figures were running over the rocky beach on the shore. The old man stopped, squinted his wrinkled eyes and looked. It was a man and a woman.

The man was tall, wearing a long black and red robe and a bamboo hat. His young and handsome face was faintly visible in the mist, and he was carrying a large wooden box on his back.

The woman looked rather short and thin. She was wearing the grey-green clothes of ordinary people and a bamboo hat. Her small oval face was very pretty.

"Hurry up! We can't stop!"

The old man shouted, and then he saw the two men jump directly from the ferry and land accurately on the bow.

At that time, the ship was just leaving the shore.

"Ten copper coins per person!"

His eyelids fluttered and his gaze paused on the bulging leather bag around Wu Fengdeng's waist.

"it is good."

Wu Fengdeng took out twenty copper coins and pulled Jiang Qiyu into the cabin to find a place to sit down.

After three days of galloping on horseback, we finally caught the last ferry this morning. According to the markings on the map, there was a camp of Xiou on the other side of the river. Once we stepped on it, we officially entered the territory of Baiyue.

At this time, there were not only two people in the cabin, but also six or seven men. Three of them were wearing thick geometric flowered clothes and had scarves wrapped around their heads, which were obviously the attire of Baiyue natives, while the other three were wearing linen clothes and looked like people from the State of Chu.

Faintly, their eyes seemed to be looking at Wu Fengdeng and the other man.

He naturally felt these inexplicable gazes, and being alert by nature, he immediately sensed something was wrong.

Jiang Qiyu beside him secretly tugged at his sleeve and frowned slightly. The increasingly fiery gazes of these people made her feel very uncomfortable.

Wow~
Wow~
The sound of oars paddling in the water was constant and loud, the atmosphere was quiet and eerie, and the hands of several people on the opposite side were groping for something secretly. In Wu Fengdeng's eyes, those actions, which they thought were covert, were very childish.

Call ~
He could only consider himself unlucky, exhaled slowly, and rolled up his sleeves.

Finally, the boat reached the middle of the river.

"Before we start, does anyone want to get off the boat?"

Swish!
In an instant, a large amount of knife light surged up, and the narrow ferry shook violently from side to side, with the sound of broken bones and screams coming one after another.

The old man at the bow suddenly lost his balance and nearly fell into the water. He had no choice but to lie down and cursed: "What are you doing? You've ruined my good boat!"

However, as soon as he turned around, he saw a very bloody scene in the cabin. Five passengers were stabbed to death on the deck and were still wailing in pain.

The remaining person was strangled by the young man's throat and then torn to pieces, with blood spurting everywhere.

"Killing!"

Seeing Wu Fengdeng approaching with a grim look in his eyes, the old man was instantly frightened and trembled, not daring to move, holding his head and begging.

"Good man, good man! Don't kill me!"

"I'm just a boatman, please save my son's life!"

Wu Fengdeng looked at the boat full of corpses and asked in a cold voice: "Who are these people? Why did they want to harm me? Are there any pirates here?"

"What a treat!"

"There are always people pretending to be passengers here, trying to steal money and kill people. I've experienced this a few times, and I was lucky to survive."

The trade between the two sides here is prosperous, and most people passing by have money, so it is not surprising that there are such robbers.

After Wu Fengdeng figured it out, he just glanced at him coldly and turned away.

But in an instant, a cold light suddenly shot towards Wu Fengdeng's waist.

Puff~Ding Ding!

However, just as the old man was about to make a move, his wrist was instantly cut off by a bamboo leaf that came from nowhere, and the dagger fell to the ground with a clang.

"what--!"

The old man rolled around on the boat in so much pain, with veins on his forehead exposed. Then he was lifted up by a huge force and slammed heavily into the corner of the cabin. The hard protruding wooden board broke his spine.

Before he could even scream, the cold dagger at his lips quickly made him hold it back.

He raised his head with difficulty. The handsome man in front of him had a frosty face. He seemed harmless, but he had killed so many people in an instant and had seen through his disguise.

Despair and disbelief rose in his heart.

"There's so much blood, is anyone missing? Help~~"

At the same time, a female voice calling for help suddenly came from under the wooden board where Wu Fengdeng had just sat.

Jiang Qiyu's pupils shrank slightly, and he quickly pried open the wooden board, revealing a young girl lying inside!
She looked to be about seventeen years old, wearing local Baiyue indigenous clothing, a silver crown, and her hands and feet were tied tightly with hemp ropes.

(End of this chapter)