After the immortal disappeared

"This is no different from abroad." He Lingchuan was very curious about the system of Beijia. "Lingxu City can actually tolerate local wars in the demon country?"

In his impression, which country is not anxious to quell the rebellion?

"I grew up in Luye. The forests and plains there would encounter wildfires every few years, burning all over the mountains and killing all living things. After the disaster, there were few living things at all." Fu Shanyue smiled, "But within half a year, it was green again, with new grass and new trees growing vigorously, and the old and accumulated problems were swept away."

"This is the way of heaven, shouldn't human affairs also change in this way? Beijia has been established for a long time, and this concept has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts."

He Lingchuan did not respond.

Fu Shanyue's words only sounded beautiful. Ignore the rebellion? Which country dares to play like this? Most of them will get themselves into trouble.

The development of the world is often unexpected. Countries strive to seek peace and stability, which are all bloody lessons.

But Beijia is an exception.

Why?

Is it because they surrendered to the gods?

Fu Shanyue took the wooden bottle: "So this is the poison of wood transformation. Thank you for telling me."

After knowing what this thing is, he had a plan in mind.

He Lingchuan asked him: "The wind demon you released is not the one that was subdued by the Treasure Tree King, right?"

"No." Fu Shanyue stood up and stretched, "The Wind Master of Piao Miao Sect split into a small one a thousand years ago. So they actually have two mountain guardian gods, one big and one small, but people don't know it."

Whether it is a cat or a tiger, it is difficult to distinguish between male and female, old and young just by appearance, let alone the Wind Master who is invisible and shapeless most of the time?

"The one that was subdued by the Treasure Tree King was the big one, and the little Wind Master was hiding in a Wind Lion God and was not discovered. Later, someone picked up the Wind Lion God and sold it at the market at the foot of the mountain. After several twists and turns, the little Wind Master came to me."

He Lingchuan didn't ask why the official road of Heishi Village suddenly encountered a landslide, the reason was too obvious.

"As for the defeat of Piao Miao Sect by King Baoshu, it was nothing more than that he had a crush on their territory and wanted to open a road there to connect the north and the south. Piao Miao Sect refused to move, so it was destroyed."

"In the past, rare medicinal herbs such as snow lotus and yellow jade ginseng also grew on the swift wind tundra. This was because Feng Bo liked to roam the tundra, so he brought special nutrients from the ground over there, and civilians could pick them at will and had no worries about food and drink; King Baoshu destroyed Feng Bo, and the subsequent Ziwu divine wind had no spirituality and did not go down to the tundra. These spiritual herbs have since disappeared from the tundra and can only grow on high mountains and dangerous peaks." Fu Shanyue laughed sarcastically, "It's ridiculous that these civilians on the tundra believed what King Baoshu said and applauded the destruction of Feng Bo and Piao Miao Sect, but they didn't know that their livelihoods were cut off because of this."

He stood up: "You are a good person, how about starting a great business with me? It will be natural for you to hold a high position and have your wife and children ennobled in the future."

Fu Shanyue actually wanted to recruit him? He Lingchuan smiled and said, "I'm used to being casual."

Fu Shanyue thought he wanted to move up: "Lingxu City is good, but it has accumulated problems for more than 600 years. Various forces are intertwined, and countless talents have failed. You may not have a chance to be promoted there."

"I'll consider it." He Lingchuan stretched out his hand to him and hooked his fingers, meaning to take it quickly, "Keep in touch, after all, I'll live in your mansion when I go to Lingxu City."

Fu Shanyue smiled, then took out the house deed, key and a token and handed it to him: "There is a housekeeper there, just show him the token."

"You missed a great opportunity to become successful. Forget it, let's make friends first." He stood up and saluted He Lingchuan, "See you later."

He Lingchuan returned the salute and saw the man put the remains of his men into the storage space, then jumped out of the hole in the wall, and disappeared in a few leaps.

Huh, that direction seems to be the back kitchen of the inn?

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Fu Shanyue caught a fat rat in the back kitchen of the inn, fed it medicine, and then took it to another place to see the effect.

About five hours later, the rat turned into a wooden sculpture.

Fu Shanyue carefully recorded the whole process of its transformation.

It was already dawn at this time. He went to Tongcheng to ask around and found an inconspicuous shop in the northwest corner.

The shop was a two-story building, with goods sold in the front, a workshop in the middle, and people living upstairs.

The shop owner was a man in his early forties, with gray hair on his temples and a pair of strong hands.

The neighboring shop sold groceries and always put things in front of his shop to occupy his storefront. The shop owner kicked the basket back to the other shop, quarreled with the man again, and then walked back with his head held high.

At this time, Fu Shanyue came and said straight to the point: "I heard that you are the best carver in the west of Tongcheng?"

"West?" The shop owner glared, "I am the best in Tongcheng."

"Help me carve something. If you do a good job, I will reward you handsomely." Fu Shanyue habitually reached into his waist, and then he remembered that all the big silver had been given to He Lingchuan. He only had two small pieces of loose silver on him, which was not enough to pay for the labor.

Alas, when have I ever been so embarrassed?

He had to take off the jade ring on his hand: "Use this to pay for the wages."

"Green-belted black jade?" The shop owner was also a connoisseur. He took it up to the light and found that it was obviously a pitch-black jade, but the polarized light brought out a hint of oily green. "This is valuable. What do you want to carve?"

Fu Shanyue looked around, and the shop owner understood and took him into the workshop at the back.

Fu Shanyue then took out the wooden sculpture that Fu Ji had turned into from the storage ring and placed it on the ground.

He suddenly took out a wooden sculpture as tall as a real person, and the shop owner was immediately shocked. He put on the headband, bent over to observe it carefully, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "The craftsmanship is amazing, it doesn't look like it was carved by human hands at all!" There was not even a trace of artificial carving.

Yes. Fu Shanyue smiled: "I want you to make some changes to it."

"You've reached this level and you still need to transform it?" But the shop owner was surprised. Why was the person carved into such a miserable shape?

The carving is exquisite, but what you feel from the statue itself is not beauty, but pain.

Moreover, this wooden sculpture is also wearing clothes, which is weird.

"Replace his face with mine."

The shop owner didn't hear clearly for a moment: "Huh?"

Fushan leaned closer to the statue. The two of them were about the same size. "Can it be done?"

"Uh..." This request was even weirder than the statue itself. The owner of the shop was stunned for a moment when he saw Fu Shanyue extending his finger and tapping on the table suddenly. With a bang, a hole was poked on the table.

This movement is like a mantis shrimp punching, too fast to be seen by the naked eye.

Fu Shanyue asked again, "Can it be done?"

The shop owner's workbench is made of black iron wood. This kind of wood is incredibly hard. Many tools were broken when building the table. Could this man's hands be more ruthless than a chisel?

Fushan Yue slowly retracted the sharp claws on his fingertips.

The shop owner shuddered, and after carefully comparing his face shape and facial features with those of the wood carving, he nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes! When do you want it?"

Fu Shanyue pulled up a chair and sat down, crossing his legs: "I'll wait here, and you can carve it slowly, making sure it looks exactly like me."

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The next day, Fu Shanyue returned to the inn.

Fu Jiu came up to him and said, "Young Master, did your trip go well?"

"Yeah." Fu Shanyue asked him to fetch water.

"Hey, where is Fuji?"

"Go and buy something for me." Fu Shanyue washed his face and drank some wine. He lingered until noon and said, "Send someone to protect me."

When everything was ready, he raised the wooden bottle and drank it all in one gulp in front of Fu Jiu, then threw the bottle to the corner: "It tastes really bad. Get out."

Fu Jiu quickly picked up the bottle and saw him closing his eyes and sitting upright before going out.

Fu Jiu closed the door with his backhand, sniffed the bottle, and smelled a sweet fragrance.

About an hour later, he heard a faint moan coming from the room, as if he was in some pain, so he turned on his heels and told the two attendants: "Keep watch, I'll be back as soon as I go."

He said he was "just coming", but in fact he quickly left the inn and went to the nearby market, where he bought some rotten fish and shrimp and smeared it on his body.

After wiping enough, he slipped into the alley opposite the inn with a fishy smell and lurked in the dark.

About a quarter of an hour later, the inn suddenly became chaotic, with exclamations, running sounds, and screams heard all the time.

Before the official arrived, a shadow rushed out of the inn, wandered around the market, seemed to have lost its direction, and then turned around and ran out of the city.

This person is Fu Shanyue.

When he was refining the "spiritual medicine", he discovered something was wrong and figured out the key, so he rushed out to settle the score with the person responsible.

However, the smell stopped at the back of the market, and there was a fishy smell everywhere. He was so angry and dizzy that he could not distinguish it carefully.

At this time, Fu Shanyue's limbs were already a little stiff, and his running posture was weird. The residents of Tongcheng were used to seeing all kinds of monsters, and they only looked sideways at his strange behavior.

Fushan held his belly tighter and suddenly turned around and ran out of the city.

Even though he ate something he shouldn't have eaten, he was still very fast, and his pursuers could hardly catch up.

After leaving the city, he rushed westward into the mountains and forests and never came out again.

Two hours later, Fu Jiu arrived with other guards: "Soushan! Some passers-by said earlier that the young master rushed into this mountainous area."

This search found the evening.

Finally, a guard found a wooden sculpture with its head facing upward in the ravine, and looked at its facial features. It was none other than Fu Shanyue!

Everyone was confused. One of the guards swallowed his saliva and said, "What, what does this mean?"

The face of the wood carving is twisted and ferocious, but the facial features are clearly that of Fu Shanyue.

The young master came here first, but they couldn't find anyone, but they found a wooden carving exactly like the young master.

Isn't this the young master?

"What are you thinking about?" Fu Jiu said with a stern face, "Of course this is not the young master, look for me again!"

Everyone found it at night and the next afternoon, but naturally found nothing.

Fujiu gathered his team in dismay.

But that night, he quietly left the inn, rode east for fifteen or six miles, and arrived at a small town.

There are only six to seven hundred people in this town, which is called Tianhe Town. The residents are mainly farmers and long-term workers.

Fu Jiu approached one of the houses and knocked on the door gently, two short words and three long words.

As he approached, the neighbor opened the door, looked at him twice, and then withdrew without saying a word.