Reincarnation of Wuzhitianjing

Chapter 441 Happy Valley, the world of the weak and the strong

Chapter 4 Happy Valley, the world of the jungle

When crossing the Jiejian Stone, both Liu Qingyu and Su Qinian were attracted by a long knife inserted obliquely behind the Jiejian Stone.This long knife was covered with rust, dull and lacklustre, most of the blade was covered with moss, just like this, with its back to the Unlocking Sword Stone, standing in the shadows.Beyond the hilt is half a basalt body, surrounded by turtles and snakes, extending a blade about four feet long.

The dim light in the depths of Liu Qingyu's eyes flickered away, so he stopped paying too much attention, because he knew that this long knife was not destined for him, and he could not force it.

Su Qinian, on the other hand, didn't look away until the corner of the mountain road, the mountain wind was chilling, and under the stone of Jiejian, there seemed to be endless depression.

Xiaoyao Valley, the place where death row prisoners and repeat offenders are housed in Wudang Mountain, unless the foundation is successfully established and one enters the realm of opening heaven, one cannot escape from one's criminal record and leave here for life.Located in a grand canyon in the Wudang Mountains, there are jagged rocks, clear springs and waterfalls, a green lake swallowing the sun and the moon, and a hundred or so thatched cottages scattered on the shore.

"Uncle Jingdu, here are the documents from the Ministry of Criminal Justice. The repeat offenders Liu Qingyu and Su Qinian brought them here." Two Taoist priests brought Liu Qingyu and Su Qinian to the only bamboo building on the shore.

There was a middle-aged Taoist priest waiting there, with a beard and a dark complexion, especially those tiger eyes, majestic and evil, like a tiger in the mountains.This person is Jing Du, the deacon of the outer court who is in charge of guarding the death row prisoners and recidivists in Xiaoyao Valley.

Jing Du possesses the true qi of the inner family, and has completely penetrated the Twelve Dignities, and her true qi is like a hungry tiger leaping through a ravine. She is the strongest among the third-rate masters.As long as the eight extraordinary meridians are connected again, the true qi will flow into the river like a dragon. At that time, the dragon and the tiger will meet. If there is a chance, they will be able to gather the seeds of longevity, and the road can be expected.

Although this Jingdu is only a third-rate figure, Fangyan has a population of hundreds of millions and tens of millions of martial arts practitioners in the entire Han Dynasty, and only one person in a hundred can successfully build a foundation, open up his dantian, and cultivate the true energy of the inner family.Even among nearly a thousand disciples from the Outer Court, such as the Wudang Sect, there are only a hundred or so of them who can achieve such cultivation.

It can be said that even a third-rate master who has initially cultivated the true energy of the inner family, Fang Yan, the entire martial arts world, in the [-] provinces, [-] prefectures, and more than [-] counties of the Han Dynasty, can become a respectable person in a county. Characters, if they marry a wife and have children, they can barely be called a martial arts family after a hundred years.

Jing Du took the documents from the Ministry of Punishment, glanced at them casually, and waved away the two Taoist priests.The two Taoist priests did not dare to complain, and retreated respectfully.

Glancing indifferently at Liu Qingyu and Su Qinian, Jing Du took them to the corner of the shore, a particularly dilapidated thatched cottage.

"Bang bang, bang bang!" Only then did Jingdu untie the shackles on the two of them, letting the iron chain hit the ground heavily, tearing off layers of flesh and blood on their wrists and ankles .

Jing Du threw away two thin volumes, one with "Turtle and Snake Art" written on the cover, and the other with "Demon Scripture", and the note was the eighth volume of the 49 volumes, "The Stone of Medicine".

"Every day at Chen, I will practice the first to seventh layers of the 'Turtle and Snake Kungfu'. You can come and learn. From tomorrow, you have 3 days to cultivate and get started. After that, you will In contrast to the 'Medicine Stone Chapter', go into the mountains to find the corresponding herbs, which must be done every day, and those who collect herbs at the end of the month will be severely punished." Jing Du's voice was very cold, and he turned and left directly after speaking, it was just a routine.

With a young sigh, Su Qi supported Liu Qingyu to lie down on the broken wooden bed in the corner, and tore off a corner of his clothes to bandage up the wounds on their wrists and feet.After doing all this, he almost used up his remaining strength, and his breathing was a little short.At this time, Liu Qingyu had already fallen into a deep coma, his body was too weak.

Su Qinian grasped the two volumes of "Turtle and Snake Art" and "Demon Classic", his mind was full of thoughts, full of how to get rid of his crimes, officially become a Wudang disciple, and save his family... Before he knew it, he was also deeply go to sleep.

"Kang Dang!" In the middle of the night, both of them were awakened by a heavy knock on the door.When the two opened their eyes, there were already two young men in rough cloth short robes with weathered faces in the thatched cottage.

"Who are you?" Su Qinian was shocked and angry at the two uninvited guests.Liu Qingyu still had that indifferent look, as if he had expected this long ago.

Regarding the reaction of Su Qinian and Liu Qingyu, the two uninvited guests ignored them, picked up their packages, flipped through them wantonly, and scattered the clothes and books inside.

Su Qinian shot angrily, but with his superficial second-level "running horse strength", it was obviously far from what the two uninvited guests could do. He was knocked to the ground by one of them without any strength to resist.

"Su Qinian is actually only from a family of eighth-rank arsenal editors... Hey, what did I see, there is our seventeenth prince..." One of them looked at the documents of the Ministry of Justice and laughed at them wantonly , without any scruples.

Living in this Happy Valley, the day is precarious, and there is a danger of losing their lives anytime, anywhere. It has already made these death row prisoners and felons lose any awe, and it has also exposed the ugliness of human nature to the fullest.

Another person said coldly: "I don't care what your status is, it's the same when you get here. You all remember it for me. From now on, half of the herbs you pick every day will be handed over to our brothers. Every day before sunset, hand them over to the shore. The ninth thatched hut in the first row of water. You can also try to refuse, but you have to weigh your own weight first, if you want to get rid of crimes, you must be able to survive..."

After some threats, the two uninvited guests looked at each other with disappointment.Before leaving, he did not forget to throw a few books in the package into the dying brazier.

A few wisps of green smoke sparked, and orange flames began to rise, making Su Qinian's ugly face red, and the prominent veins on his forehead were throbbing.

"Stop being needlessly angry. The law of survival here is the law of the jungle! If you want to survive, try your best to make yourself stronger." Liu Qingyu's faint words resounded in the thatched cottage.

"Well, I know." Su Qinian took two deep breaths, and the sense of humiliation on his face gradually subsided.He is also very clear that as a prisoner, sympathy and fairness are extravagant hopes, and only strength can dominate everything.

Suddenly, Su Qinian was shocked to find that in the brazier, most of the books he brought had been burned to ashes, but there was a shiny silver page, which was immortal in the flames, without any sign of burning, but could be seen vaguely. To the densely packed, small characters as thin as mosquitoes.

(End of this chapter)