Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 357 Small Fengdu

Fengdu is a ghost town, and a place that can be called "little Fengdu" is obviously not a place that ordinary people are willing to set foot in frequently.

In less than October, heavy snow fell on the coast, and the last port in the northwest of Huajunzhou was buried by the snow. A lone boat crashed through the snow and sailed from afar.

The ship was a cargo ship, not too big at ten feet long, with the flag of Yingyang Immortal Palace hanging on it. The deck was filled with beast corpses, rare stones, and broken Law Weapons.

Cheng Jiujiang, who was wearing the black armor of the Iron Mansion, used the black shield issued by Zongmen as a backrest, sitting in the pile of debris with no place to stay, looking at the coastline in the distance, and heaved a long sigh of relief.

Cheng Jiujiang used to be an Independent Cultivator in Nanhuang and a national master in Dadan. He also had many disciples. He thought that this would be the end of his life.

But luckily, at the age of Jiazi, he actually rejuvenated for a second time. By accident, he became an "important figure" in the Vanguard Army of the Righteous Path.

Although in the eyes of ordinary people, this job is just a "heavy soldier" running errands to transport supplies, which is also the case, Cheng Jiujiang doesn't think so.

What happened to the heavy soldiers?

The soldiers and horses have not moved the food and grass first, and the Immortal Venerable Qi Sea and Linglong Pavilion on the top of the mountain are not endless. If there is no backup supply, take the lead? So many trophies were seized without anyone taking them back. We can't let the monks produce and sell them on the spot, right?

And the job isn't that simple either.

Both good and evil fight for territory, and the decisive role is the wave of Immortal Venerable on the top of the mountain; under normal circumstances, the army will not gather and charge like in the secular world, because no matter how many low-level monks there are, they cannot stop the Immortal Venerable on the mountain. Human wave tactics are pointless.

To control the land of a continent, the monks on the top of the mountain usually do not move rashly to preserve their strength, and the monks on the low level are responsible for cleaning up the opponent's eyeliner and small strongholds, and gradually nibble away; If one party cannot afford the losses and retreats, the territory will naturally change hands.

Under such circumstances, most of the monks who came to subdue demons formed small groups of several people, scattered across the east side of Basuo Continent, and slowly moved forward.

More than 100,000 monks sounds like a lot, but scattered within the border of half a continent, there may not be a group of people for hundreds of miles, let alone any fairy market or ferry.

After the monks have cleared a piece of land, they can't turn around and run back to Huajunzhou. At this time, they need to go to a nearby safe stronghold to obtain supplies and trade the various spoils they seized.

There are strong men stationed in the stronghold, and the surroundings are clean, so the danger is not great; but the distance between the strongholds is very long, and Cheng Jiujiang has to go back and forth between the various small strongholds to transport supplies back and forth.

They carry a lot of supplies on the road, and their combat power is generally weak. For foreigners, this is like a walking money bag, but it is much easier to bully than a regular team of monks. If they don't have some unique skills in escaping, they simply can't do this business.

Even if nothing happens in Posa Continent, transporting a ship of materials and elixirs of moderate price across the sea would not be escorted by powerful monks.

In order to reduce losses, one person would always deliver a small cargo. No matter what happened, everything would be fine. If something happened, Cheng Jiujiang would have to ask for his own blessings. The West Sea could not even locate the specific position, so it was impossible to provide backup.

However, the demons in the sea are also 'opportunities' for high-level monks, and they are not so easy to encounter. Cheng Jiujiang sent them back and forth twice, both times without incident. The godly money he earned was used to patrol the coast of Posu Island. Wang Rui burst into tears.

Seeing the peaceful and peaceful 'Little Fengdu', Cheng Jiujiang finally felt relieved after hanging at sea for three months. He stood up and came to the bow of the ship, waiting for the cargo ship to dock at the port.

Xiaofengdu is not only a port, but also a gateway to resist the alien races in the northwest. The protection is far better than other places. There is always an Immortal Lord sitting here to prevent the Youying alien race from making a large-scale invasion and directly breaking into the hinterland of Huajunzhou. Currently, the person in charge of guarding the gate is Yang God's oriental candle shines, but ordinary people can't see it.

Although he has only been here twice, Cheng Jiujiang is easy to make friends and is relatively familiar with the ports where cargo ships come in and out. Just as he approached the coast where ships are lined, an old man appeared at the dock and greeted him with an account book:

"Lao Cheng, your legs and feet are very fast. How is the situation over there?"

The old man is the steward of the port, responsible for sending and receiving supplies. Because Posu Continent was not completely occupied, the few Heavenly Escape Towers could only be used to convey important battle situations. If the lower levels wanted to know the exact news, they could only pass it on by word of mouth from the monks.

Cheng Jiujiang hung his shield on his back, jumped off the cargo ship, rubbed his hands, and took a sip of the warm wine on the stove:

"It's still the same as before, they're all little shrimps. The most powerful one I've found so far is a jade-level snake spirit. Seven or eight Immortal Venerables killed them, and we almost got into a fight over sharing the account. I also want some snake meat. While making wine, I didn’t even get a single snake hair..."

The old man looked at the messy cargo on the ship, shook his head and sighed:

"It's a good thing that it's okay. It's better than the monsters everywhere. Before, you wouldn't have dared to go there again after the first trip."

"Old Wang, you are looking down on me now. I am a disciple of Tiecu Mansion, how can I dare to say so?"

Cheng Jiujiang patted the armor on his chest, indicating that he was the disciple of the Valkyrie of Dongzhou, then took out a piece of paper, opened it and looked at it a few times:

"If you look at the things on the ship for sale, they probably aren't worth much. After unloading, load me with 20 boxes of body-healing pills and 20 boxes of worry-free charms... By the way, Lao Wang, do you have any way to get the 'Dragon'?" Yang Dan'? This stuff sells very well in Guiliaochuan. I saw a guy from Eight Arms Xuanmen bought two boxes and sold them secretly, and the supply exceeded the demand..."

Old Man Wang was stunned for a moment, then turned around: "When we get to Posu Island, do you still have the intention to use this thing? Aren't you afraid that one pillar can hold up the world during a fight?"

"Oh, you don't understand this. To conquer demons and slay them, you have to suffer all day long and be filled with hatred and suffering. To slay demons is to hang your head on your belt and spend the rest of your life in a safe place. Can’t you enjoy yourself? You can’t even drink good wine in Poshazhou, and you have nothing to do during your break. What else can you do besides fuck Taoist companions?”

"It's true..."

Cheng Jiujiang looked around, then came closer and said:

"Actually, I think the higher-ups are a bit too serious. How can little monks like us be as free of desires as the Immortal Venerable on the top of the mountain? I always have some thoughts in my heart. If only the higher-ups could send more good wine, or let Qianqiu Yuefu The fairies from time to time would go over to put on a show or something, and we would go out and throw our heads and shed blood, which would be more exciting..."

"It's a good idea, but what's the use of telling me? You should tell your ancestor that if the Valkyrie of Dongzhou can agree, it's not just a matter of words..."

"It's just a joke in private, why mention the ancestor?"

Cheng Jiujiang shook his head quickly: "Don't forget what you just said. Get me two boxes of Longyang Pills to earn some extra money. I can keep the money in the accounts. I'll come back to you alive..."

Old Man Wang laughed twice, wrote down the matter in his account book, and then said:

"Your old friend Song Chi also came back two days ago. She seems to be the granddaughter of the old sword god. She couldn't find the Great Monster to vent her anger. She wants to go deep into the hinterland. We don't agree here. Come back to negotiate."

"Yeah?"

Cheng Jiujiang's eyes were filled with surprise.

Last time, he, Song Chi, and Wang Rui came to Xiaofengdu together on Miss Qiu's boat. They were originally planning to go on the road together.

But the three of them are all martial arts cultivators, and their talents and combat prowess are very different. If they come together, they will probably hit the road together.

Miss Qiu didn't want to bring a towing oil bottle, so she arranged errands for the three of them.

Wang Rui was Lu Jianchen's apprentice. His background was acceptable but his skills were too low, so he was sent to patrol the coast. He was experienced and smart at the bottom, so he was assigned a small cargo ship to transport him back and forth. Song Chi was too domineering in his boxing skills. Look, it's all the future Martial Dao, following the core disciples of Yingyang Immortal Palace to run away to slay demons.

Wang Rui stayed at the port of Posuzhou, and Cheng Jiujiang would occasionally get together. Song Chi, who had fooled him here, had never been seen again.

Hearing that Song Chi was also in Xiaofengdu, Cheng Jiujiang naturally didn't say much. After asking about the place, he ran to the city.

Xiaofengdu is located in the northwest of Huajunzhou, and the surrounding area is a barren wasteland. If it were not for the deployment of defenses here, such a big city would never have appeared.

Most of the monks walking in the city are looking for someone to go to Posuzhou with others. The number is not as good as that of the inland ports, but the quality is obviously much higher. It is not an exaggeration to describe them as "youhuang travels all over the world".

The main force against the alien tribe of Youying is the major immortal sects, but Independent Cultivator and small sects want to do their best, and the righteous giants will naturally not turn them away. There is a tall building in the city called 'Yitang', and I want to go there. The monks must register in advance and arrange a ferry across the sea after confirming their realm background.

The monks who are able to come here to fight are obviously passionate about "doing whatever it takes for the right path", but passion is passionate, and being able to legitimately obtain opportunities to improve their conduct is the main reason why most monks come here.

As long as the monks participate in the battlefield of immortals and demons, they are equivalent to being plated with gold. When they return to their hometown, Independent Cultivators can report directly to the Immortal Family Sect, and at last they can get a worship position; the outer sect can enter the inner sect and the inner sect. The family changed and passed down the line.

Even if you just want to be a Scattered Immortal, just by saying "I shed blood for the right path in Posu Continent", the rich and powerful people of the Immortal Family will not dare to bully you at will. If something goes wrong, there will be someone to help investigate, so you don't have to worry about not dying at the hands of the evil sect. Died on the righteous territory.

In addition to the various benefits afterwards, on the battlefield of immortals and demons, rare talisman elixirs such as warming and healing, body temperature breaking, etc. are all priced at a bargain price, and you can get them for free during patrols; various secret powers that are not passed down. If you want to learn magic and martial arts, most people who are experts will not be stingy.

And once the demon is eradicated, not only will it be remembered as a great achievement, but all the opportunities gained will belong to you.

You can imagine how tempting the generous treatment of fame and fortune can be. Even in the past, only one out of ten could come back, but there are still countless people who come forward; because they want to follow the path of immortality, they will have a narrow escape from finding great opportunities by themselves. , dying in Posuzhou can at least bring justice.

However, the monks who came here also knew the risks of this trip. Many monks waiting for the ship stayed on the streets outside the Yitang to inquire about various news about Posu Island.

Cheng Jiujiang was thinking about whether Lao Song was missing an arm or a leg, so he walked in a hurry. He passed by the street outside Yitang without stopping, but when he was about to reach the end of the street, he suddenly heard a cry from behind:

"Lao Cheng?"

Cheng Jiujiang paused for a moment, hearing a familiar voice, and quickly turned around, only to see a young man in black robe standing up from the window of a wine shop on the street, looking at him with eyes full of surprise.

"Brother Zhao?" Cheng Jiujiang couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes. The last time he met Zhao Wuxie was when he just left the Southern Wilderness. It has been many years. He didn't expect that the little brother who shared the accounts together would come here.

Cheng Jiujiang quickly turned back to the door of the wine shop and looked at Zhao Wuxie who came out:

"Why did you come here?"

"Oh, I've been here before. I didn't know you were here too. I walked around for a couple of times and then left. I met you at Luojian Mountain two months ago..."

While Zhao Wuxie was talking with a smile, he noticed something from the corner of his eye, frowned, and looked towards the distance of the street.

The geographical location of Xiaofengdu is too remote and has great strategic significance, but it is not very prosperous. The city is mostly occupied by branches of various major immortal sects.

The Yitang is in the center of the city, and a mansion not far away has the emblem of Yingyang Immortal Palace hanging on the outside.

Cheng Jiujiang followed his gaze and saw a woman in white looking over a watchtower in the mansion.

The woman was wearing a disciple's robe of Yingyang Immortal Palace. The snow-white skirt was full of fairy spirit, and a green sword hung around her waist. Although her face could not be seen clearly, through her tall figure, one could imagine that she must be a woman. A cold and beautiful female swordswoman who conquered the entire country.

Seeing the woman upstairs, Cheng Jiujiang was shocked and quickly whispered:

"This is the eldest lady of Jingtai, the direct descendant of the Yang God, and the granddaughter of the old Sword God."

Zhao Wuxie was startled. After all, the background was a bit too exaggerated. He raised his hand and saluted as a sign of respect.

The woman on the watchtower was obviously of high moral character, and she was about two miles away. After speaking, a clear voice still reached the ears of the two of them:

"Fellow Daoist is good at swordsmanship."

Zhao Wuxie was originally very confident, but after seeing Zuo Lingquan’s swordsmanship and meeting the granddaughter of the old sword god, he didn’t dare to mention the word ‘sword’ anymore and responded:

"Fairy Qiu, thank you very much."

Miss Qiu continued:

"In the past few months, a lot of things have happened in the east. I heard that someone penetrated Luojian Mountain alone and crushed Twelve Lang outside Juejian Cliff. The communication here is inconvenient and the news spreads in a mess. You went there two months ago After passing Luojian Mountain, can you know the exact situation?"

Zhao Wuxie heard the granddaughter of the old sword god ask about this matter. As a friend of Zuo Lingquan, he was naturally honored:

"I asked about the sword at Luojian Mountain that day, so I naturally knew the situation."

? !

When Miss Qiu heard this, she was obviously stunned for a moment and looked at Zhao Wuxie again:

"Were you the one asking for swordsmanship at Luojian Mountain that day?"

Zhao Wuxie realized that the other party had misunderstood, and felt a little embarrassed, and thought for a while:

"That's right! But strictly speaking, there were two people asking about swordsmanship at Luojian Mountain that day. It started with me, but then the sword demon Zuo Ci showed up, and I was silent. Well... I was the 'brick' who offered advice to attract others. .”

"..."

Miss Qiu was silent for a moment and nodded slightly:

"Being able to stand on the stage at Luojian Mountain to question swordsmanship is enough to prove your swordsmanship. You don't have to belittle yourself. You just bumped into a monster. That sword monster Zuo Ci, is his swordsmanship really as good as the rumors say?"

Zhao Wuxie nodded and said: "No one of my generation can surpass me. In terms of swordsmanship, I will only serve three people in my life. The first is the old sword god, the second is my master, and the third is the sword demon Zuo Ci. In my opinion, the others , there is more than a slight difference.”

Miss Qiu heard how loud this tone was and asked:

"Who is your master?"

"I don't have much fame. My master was added because as an apprentice, I have to respect my master, and I can't ignore my master's swordsmanship. In fact, there are only two people who really admire me."

"..."

Miss Qiu felt that this son, like Cheng Jiujiang, was a bastard who was full of nonsense, and his words could not be taken seriously at all. After a few casual greetings, he disappeared into the watchtower.

Cheng Jiujiang has been floating on the sea for the past few months, and he heard it inexplicably. When Miss Qiu left, he asked in a low voice:

"Who is the sword demon Zuo Ci? He must be at least Immortal Venerable if he wears Luo Jianshan alone? How does his swordsmanship compare with Brother Zuo?"

After Zhao Wuxie made sure that no one was prying, he pulled Cheng Jiujiang into the wine shop and said mysteriously:

"Both of them have the surname Zuo. Who do you think it is?"

"...?!"

Cheng Jiujiang understood immediately and his eyes were a little confused:

"We penetrated Luojian Mountain alone and defeated Juejian Cliff. Are the three of us brothers so powerful?!"

"We three?"

"Hehe... Brother Zhao and Brother Zuo are so powerful?"

"..."

Zhao Wuxie was ashamed and didn't dare to take it seriously, so he waved his hand: "Brother Zuo is amazing, how dare I compare him to that, when we meet again next time, maybe Brother Zuo will become an Immortal Lord... Speaking of Miss Qiu, her tone seemed unconvinced, no Will you cause trouble for Brother Zuo?"

"Where does brother Zuo need you? I worry about you. He is handsome, good at swordsmanship, and good-natured. When Miss Qiu seeks trouble, she snatches it back and becomes her husband. If you dare not agree, let the old sword god and Yang God join hands to hammer brother Zuo. This matter It’s useless for both of us to worry.”

Zhao Wuxie shook his head seriously: "Brother Zuo is devoted and single-minded. If he is really snatched away to be a Taoist companion, it will still be a troublesome thing if he doesn't want to..."

"Oh, don't worry about it. You are going to Posuzhou, right? You just happen to be on my boat. Let's go together and set off tomorrow."

"Um...you have a ferry?"

Cheng Jiujiang patted his chest proudly: "I'm the only one on the private ferry at the ferry. It's very spacious. No one said anything when I stood on the bow to pee."

"Private ferry? Isn't that something only the second generation of the Xian family can afford?"

Zhao Wuxie's eyes were surprised: "Brother Cheng is doing well now. I have traveled all over the country for so many years and I have never taken a private ferry."

"Oh, no matter where you are, it's just that you are popular and can be appreciated by high-ranking people. When you get to Posu Island from now on, I will protect you and help you make a lot of money."

"Is it safe for just the two of us to cross the sea?"

"What are you afraid of? We are together even if we die, and we have a companion on the road to hell. Are you still afraid that I will leave you behind and run away at sea?"

"Uh... that's right..."

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A transitional chapter explains the background.

These days I have been staying up all night to code, and I can only update it in the middle of the night. On the 27th, I have to go to the woman’s house to meet the parents. If there is no accident, the New Year’s Eve will be delayed, and the woman will have to come over in the beginning of the new year.

It’s just the beginning of the new volume. Let’s read it in the next year. It’s boring to ask for leave all the time. I just want to relax in my free time when I write and read novels. I’m stumbling and rushing to reincarnate. Everyone doesn’t like it, so it’s okay. meaning.

(These words added after these words do not count coins)

(end of this chapter)