Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 412: Scored Twice

There were muffled thunders in the sky, and more than a dozen horses stood at the city gate. Raindrops as big as soybeans hit the hats, cloaks and sabers, making a crackling sound.

"Step aside!"

A young girl with a weak figure is riding on a red horse, with a dirty boy of the same age behind her, as if she is about to elope with her lover.

The Huang family is in Huangfeng County. Although it is not as big as Baidaozhuang, it is still a well-known family in the world.

My young lady was abducted by a little gangster. How could the disciples of the Huang family who were present sit idly by and ignore it? The leader drove his horse to stop outside the city gate and advised:

"Miss, the affairs of the world are not a child's play. You may die at every turn. I hope you can think of the head of the family and my wife. If you mess around with this kid today, the Huang family will suffer a big disaster..."

Miss Qiu knew that all love, hatred and resentment were all illusions, but the guards in front of her didn't know that their loyalty to her was real.

Miss Qiu couldn't wake these people up, let alone cut them off one by one, so she could only force her way in:

"Get out of your way..."

"Miss, miss..."

A wave of people rushed to stop me at the gate of the city. Before long, the thunderous horse hooves sounded again on the countryside outside the city.

Upon seeing this, the Huang family guards' expressions changed slightly, and they all turned around and held down their sabers, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Baidaozhuang and the Huang family are both county commanders, and they are only more than ten miles away from the county seat. The Huang family was the first to arrive after hearing the news. When they learned that the young leader of the family had died suddenly, Baidaozhuang would definitely not be slow to kill them.

Sitting behind Miss Qiu, Zuo Lingquan looked up and saw more than a hundred fierce horses rushing toward the countryside. They were all men from the countryside wearing bamboo hats and holding broadswords. The leader was an old man with gray hair and blood-red eyes. roared:

"Thief! Give my son back his life!"

"Oh no, it's Master Zhaoba of Baidaozhuang. What should I do?"

The Huang family guards had pale faces, and some of them even winked at Miss Qiu, telling her to hide quickly.

In the eyes of outsiders, Zhao Ba, the owner of Baidaozhuang, is actually the second generation ancestor of the Immortal Family in the Temple of Supervisors. He had a quarrel with Xunfu, was dissatisfied and used public affairs for personal gain, so he came to experience life as a father.

But when this second-generation ancestor came in, he also followed the local customs and sealed his memory. Therefore, Zhao Ba's current grief of "losing his son in old age" and his hatred for the murderer were not fake at all.

Zhao Ba held two swords and led more than a hundred disciples to fight outside the county town in a fierce manner. His eyes were wide and his beard and hair were spread out, and he cursed angrily:

"You Huang Shiying, you dare to kill my son..."

How could the Huang family's leading guard dare to draw a sword in front of this old tycoon? They quickly explained:

"Mr. Zhao, don't get me wrong. When the young lady learned that something happened to the young master of the village, she was so sad and angry that she led us to kill him first. We have already captured the murderer. Now we will leave it to Mr. Zhao to deal with..."

The guard next to him quickly winked at Miss Qiu and asked her to push Zuo Lingquan out to take the blame... It was not considered taking the blame, it should be one person who did the work and one person who took the blame.

It was really difficult for Miss Qiu to get involved in this type of play, but with hundreds of swordsmen blocking her way, she couldn't just say, "I don't have time to play with you," and she was a little worried at the moment, not knowing how to get out.

Zuo Lingquan saw that he couldn't leave, so he didn't say much nonsense. He turned over and dismounted, holding a knife and walked out of the Huang family's guarding cavalry:

"I killed your son. If you want to go on the road with him, just come."

The arrogant tone made the guards of the Huang family look horrified.

Zhao Ba was holding two swords. Hearing these arrogant words, he laughed angrily:

"I have been in the world for decades, and this is the first time I have seen someone so unafraid of death. Who ordered you? Why did you harm my son?"

Zuo Lingquan just chopped off the young owner of the village with one knife. He thought he was dreaming, and he 'remembered' that the guy had beaten him three days ago, so he killed him with one knife.

Now that I know that he was not the only one in the dream, and I don't know if there was an observer, this whim answer is obviously not suitable as a reason.

Zuo Lingquan did not explain this and responded directly:

"I don't like him. Is this a good enough reason?"

Zhao Ba had blue veins popping out on his forehead, and the horse under his crotch was treading uneasily in the muddy ground. He said angrily:

"Good boy. Catch me. If I don't skin you and cramp you today, I will..."

"Wait!"

The two sides were confronting each other, and a cold shout suddenly sounded in the distance.

Zhao Ba paused for a moment, then looked around and saw a black horse galloping towards him on the countryside outside the city.

Immediately there was a man in black, with a well-proportioned figure and a handsome face, holding a long gleaming knife. His eyes were full of sneers, staring at Zuo Lingquan.

Everyone present had no impression of this person just now, but the moment they saw the person coming, they recognized who this person was - Xun Zhennan, the number one swordsman in Tiannan, the brother of the young master of Baidao Village, Zhao Ba's adopted son, who has been traveling all year round and rarely comes back, it was only rumored a few days ago that he would come to visit.

This vague memory appeared in Zuo Lingquan's mind inexplicably, which felt a bit weird, but as a person in the game, he couldn't tell whether Xun Zhennan had just appeared in this world, or whether he had always been there before.

But Zhao Ba and others, and even the guards of the Huang family, didn't even feel the slightest abruptness. When Zhao Ba saw the person coming, his face showed joy, and then he felt sad from his heart:

"Zhennan, you are finally here. If you had come earlier... oh..."

The one galloping on horseback was naturally Xun Fu, the grandson of Xun Mingzhang, Chiwu Xingjun.

Xun Fu fell into a dream again and retained his memory. His mental state at this time must be different. To describe it, it's almost like a transmigrate guest - the world is full of ignorant natives, and he is the only one who is an immortal from heaven. He has a sense of superiority that "everyone is drunk and I am alone."

However, Xunfu also knew the rules of the Blessed Land. His nonsense would be regarded as a lunatic by the people in the dream, and at worst, it would destroy the order of the dream, wake everyone up, and anger all the monks who fell asleep.

Although Xun Fu's status is high, he is not the only monk with a deep background in Huangliang Fudi, so he should keep a low profile.

Xun Fu drove his horse between the two groups of people. According to his current status, he bowed to Zhao Ba first:

"Father, I already know what happened to Brother Zhao. Brother Zhao and I are brothers who are at odds with each other. He died at the hands of a thief. How can I sit idly by and ignore him? Let me handle this."

After finishing speaking, Xun Fu came to the front of the team with a knife in his hand, and looked down at Zuo Lingquan from the horse:

"Boy, I heard that before you carried out the assassination, you said, 'We'll treat each other with admiration after seeing each other for three days.' I wonder if you've ever heard of another saying, 'Every mountain is as high as the other'?"

Zuo Lingquan thought that the other party was seeking revenge for his brother, but for some reason, he always felt that the other party's eyes were a little strange, well... like looking at an ignorant monkey.

Zuo Lingquan was very displeased with this look, he raised his knife and pointed at Xun Fu:

"Yeah?"

Xun Fu was also really petty. After giving Zuo Lingquan a cold look, he got off his horse, took out a meat bun from the bag on the side of the horse, and walked over with a knife while gnawing.

? ?

The surrounding audience, including Miss Qiu, all had strange eyes, and felt that this Xun Zhennan was not out of his mind.

Zuo Lingquan understood the reason, a little speechless, and said directly:

"Your Excellency is very particular about people. You know that you don't want to starve to death, and you can go on your way when you are full."

…

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In the county seat, in a restaurant not far from the city gate.

Xu Yuanfeng, the Young Master of Sky Eagle Castle, and Zheng Ji, the chief steward, stood side by side at the window on the second floor of the restaurant, looking at the tense situation outside the city gate.

It is indeed true that the Huangliang Blessed Land can allow monks to experience reincarnation in their dreams, but as the controller of the Blessed Land, the Supervisor Temple will not be satisfied with just earning some godly money from the Blessed Land.

The original Huangliang Blessed Land contained only the firewood, rice, oil, salt, joys, anger, sorrows and joys of the human world, and the atmosphere of the world was very low. It was the place where serious people could survive the catastrophe of the mortal world.

However, the Supervisory Soldier Temple is a martial arts sect. In order to innovate and create new martial arts concepts for the sect, human interference slowly turned Huangliang Paradise into what it is today.

The monk's memory is sealed by Transcending Tribulation in his dream, but his 'innate understanding' will not change. As he struggles in the vendetta, he can easily realize the martial arts methods he once knew, and he may also create new martial arts concepts.

The Temple of the Superintendent has placed many members of its family in the blessed land, and as mortals, they will learn from the masters as mortals. The masters will teach them all without reservation before they die, and then these coveted Martial Dao concepts will become Something from the Watcher's Temple.

This approach is undoubtedly very shameless, but the leaders of Martial Dao who came out of seclusion did not cause any trouble to the Temple of the Superintendent.

Firstly, it is because the people in seclusion are under the Jade Steps and cannot afford to offend the Supervisor Temple; secondly, the disciples they volunteer to teach in their dreams are dreams within dreams, and they cannot go to them after waking up from the dream. The real body of the apprentice and son silenced him.

Under normal circumstances, it is treated as an experience in the previous life and is not recalled. It does not even matter who the relatives in the dream are.

Of course, the Temple of Supervisors did not dare to tell such a thing to the public. Only the core members of the sect such as Xu Yuanfeng and Zheng Jian knew this secret.

Xu Yuanfeng is the leader of hundreds of schools, and most of the Martial Dao skills he knows come from here. Standing here at this time, naturally he wants to see if this new "Liu Dazhuang" has the potential for him to follow up.

Although the two were managers of the blessed land, they came in in a dream state and became the owners and shopkeepers of the town's restaurant.

Zheng Jian stood behind him, looked at it carefully with his hands behind his hands, and said:

"This guy's tone is really arrogant. In reality, he is actually a ruthless character with perverse temperament. I just don't know how accomplished Martial Dao is."

Xu Yuanfeng said: "Beheading Xun Fu as soon as he fell asleep, and adapting so quickly, Martial Dao's attainments must have reached the 'extreme state' of the unity of nature and man; only this kind of person can adapt to changes without hesitation on the basis of forgetting all moves and techniques." There are tricks to win."

"When you enter the extreme state, there must be something to be said for it. If you are accidentally beaten to death by Xun Fu and others, you will suffer losses. Do you want to find a way to intervene?"

"What you should consider now is how to appease Xun Fu later."

"Um?"

Zheng Jian was slightly puzzled. Just as he was about to ask what the words meant, he saw a horrifying scene.

——

thunderbolt--

Under the heavy rain, more than a hundred people stood outside the city gate, sandwiching the two figures.

Zuo Lingquan held a knife in one hand and looked at the swordsmen in black who were circling around him eating steamed buns, with a hint of impatience in his eyes.

Xun Fu seemed to have an arrogant attitude, but the memory of being killed just now was still there. He didn't understand Zuo Lingquan's moves just now, so now he naturally had to find the opponent's flaw before taking action.

Three circles on the left, three circles on the right...

For Zhao Ba, the Huang family guards and others, the atmosphere on the field was very depressing, and it felt like "the storm is about to come".

Miss Qiu was speechless. After looking at it for a long time, she became impatient and said:

"I haven't finished a bun in more than ten bites. You are more polite than a woman. Are you going to beat me?"

With Xunfu's Immortal Second Generation Huohuo, even if he retains his memory, it is impossible to find any flaws in Zuo Lingquan.

After turning around for a few times and finding that the opponent was invulnerable, Xun Fu also lost his patience. The long knife in his right hand suddenly shook, scattering the raindrops on the blade, and then he flew towards Zuo Lingquan's left side and thrust his knife directly into Zuo Lingquan's ribs. , the angle is extremely tricky, and the speed is as fast as thunder.

"Die!"

Although Xunfu is not a martial artist, the things that monks learn during the Body Refining period are the same. Xunfu is a descendant of the True Monarch of Chiwu. The things that laid the foundation for physical fitness at a young age are all the top martial arts methods in the spiritual path.

This is similar to Lingye. Even though Lingye is a warlock, his ancestor laid the foundation himself when he was young. Martial Dao's attainments are by no means comparable to ordinary martial arts.

Even if Xun Fu doesn't have True Qi by his side, he can use the essence of his spiritual practice that has accumulated over thousands of years to deal with mortals who only have a lifespan of a few dozen years, which is a real dimensionality reduction blow.

When Zhao Ba and even the hundreds of swordsmen behind him saw this sword, their eyes showed wonder, feeling that this sword was perfect and impeccable.

But soon, their eyes froze.

I saw the young man in linen standing in the rain. Facing the knife at a tricky angle, he showed no signs of panic. He didn't even turn his head. He directly raised the knife in his hand and made a swing in the air.

clang--

The harsh sound of gold and iron clashing came from the rain curtain, and a few sparks burst out.

The knife in Zuo Lingquan's hand rotated in a circle and missed the long knife that was stabbing him. Then he raised his left hand and used his five fingers to claw through the rain curtain, locking Xun Fu's throat with lightning speed.

Click——

Xun Fu is very different from Zuo Lingquan when it comes to his experience in the martial arts world, and even more so when it comes to his Martial Dao attainments in spiritual practice. He had been cautiously guarding against the knife in Zuo Lingquan's hand. By the time he noticed the knife coming, it was too late to avoid it.

Bang——

There was a muffled sound in the rain.

Zuo Lingquan grabbed Xun Fu's throat with one hand, lifted it up hard and threw it into the mud. He held the blade upside down and raised his hand to stab Xun Fu in the chest:

"Mountains are outside the mountains, right? Eat steamed buns, right? Run in circles, right?..."

"Ah - uh -..."

puff--

puff--

The muffled sound of a sharp weapon entering flesh was heard together with Xunfu's scream, and the originally solemn killing scene collapsed in an instant.

Many heroes from the martial arts scene were watching with eyes wide open in disbelief. They watched Xun Fu being hacked and even forgot to help rescue him.

As for the victim, Xun Fu, everyone was dumbfounded!

As the proud son of a wealthy family, he had no memory of being hacked to death last time, so it can still be explained as a mistake; this time he kept his memory and was prepared, and was hacked to death by a mortal with a mask on his face. He had no power to resist, saying that the opponent had no Who believes cheating?

Could this fuck be a mortal?

The pain of the sword entering his body shocked his heart, and Xun Fu screamed instinctively, but his eyes were not frightened, he just looked at Zuo Lingquan incomprehensibly.

After Zuo Lingquan slashed a few times, he noticed something was wrong in Xun Fu's eyes - the fear of death was obvious in the eyes of the four people he had just slashed; but the current one had the shock of defeat in his eyes, but he had no fear of death at all. Fear, as if knowing that he will not really die.

This shows that the other person is a monk who is awake in a dream just like him.

Although Zuo Lingquan didn't know who this person was, he would definitely be in trouble if the other party found something strange. At the moment, he could only think quickly and roared according to his current identity:

"Cucumber Gua is my woman. I have worked hard for many years to marry her. Why should Baidaozhuang win my love? Today I will kill one of you, and two of you will kill a pair..."

"Ah—poof—"

The sword fell on Xun Fu without mercy, and the bloody scene was like a butcher chopping meat, which made everyone present take a few steps back in fear.

Miss Qiu also noticed Xun Fu's unusual behavior. Seeing that everyone was temporarily restrained, in order to prevent trouble, she drove her horse and rushed directly to him:

"I'll take you away!"

When Zuo Lingquan saw this, he sheathed his sword, jumped up on his horse, and rushed to the countryside with Miss Qiu.

It wasn't until he ran far away that he heard Zhao Ba's grief-stricken and angry shout from behind:

"Zhennan!... Chase me! Give back my son's life..."

"drive--"

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In the restaurant, Zheng Jian saw this scene. Although he expected that Xun Fu might not be able to defeat him, but he died so simply, he was still a little at a loss:

"You're going to die like this? You're such a big living person, and you haven't even touched the corners of your clothes..."

Xu Yuanfeng was not surprised by this at all: "Famous Martial Dao masters are all deeply cultivated in the subtleties, and the truth can be seen only in the smallest details; this person's Martial Dao foundation is as solid as a rock, and his adaptability is rare in the world. In a blessed place, not to mention Xun Fu, Even if I play in person, I’m not sure of winning.”

This was the first time Zheng Jian heard such a comment from Xu Yuanfeng. He was just a big butler, not a high-level Martial Dao, so he asked:

"Is it possible that this boy is still on the same level as the castle master?"

"Even if it's not possible now, it still has the potential to be on par with me in the future."

"Now what?"

"People spend money to come here to survive the tribulation of the mortal world, so naturally we have to ensure their experience."

Xu Yuanfeng watched Zuo Lingquan go away: "Let him develop on his own, don't interfere, wait for him to make achievements, and then arrange someone to learn from him; this person is a gold mine, and he will definitely learn something that will benefit the sect."

Zheng Jian nodded slightly, found a rope, and put it on the beam:

"What should I do, Mr. Xun? Being hacked to death in public twice in a row is a great shame and humiliation. With his temperament, he will definitely not let it go..."

Xu Yuanfeng also found a rope, put it on the beam, then stepped on the stool and started hanging:

"He wants to humiliate himself, just let him go, give him a hundred chances, and he won't even try to get his face back."

After finishing speaking, Xu Yuanfeng kicked the stool and hung on the upper rope, shaking it back and forth.

The reason for this is naturally to leave Huangliang blessed land.

The soul of a person is very special, it is easy to leave a memory on people, all the senses are the entrance, and Huangliang Fudi can project false memories into the monk's mind in various ways without anyone noticing.

But trying to erase the memory in the cultivator's mind is nothing like going to heaven. This is no different from directly attacking the soul, it will trigger the soul's self-defense reaction and wake up the cultivator.

So send a new person into the dreamland and make up a past for everyone to remember; but once in, there is no way to erase the traces of this person's existence from other people's minds.

According to the state of the two, they can wake up directly, but in the eyes of other dreamers, they will disappear out of thin air, and Xianteng can't use logic to smooth things over, which will disturb the dream and cause strange changes.

If two people want to leave the dreamland and maintain a logical self-consistency, the easiest way is naturally to commit suicide.

Zheng Jie kicked off the stool and hung up with Xu Yuanfeng, his face turned blue, and he couldn't help complaining:

"Castle Master, let's wipe our necks with a knife next time, this way of death is really uncomfortable..."

Xu Yuanfeng's face also turned black and blue, but his mentally domineering expression did not change, but he said in a hoarse voice:

"It is unlucky to commit suicide with a knife."

According to the traditional saying, hanging oneself without blood and leaving the whole body is a very decent way of death, but adding a knife and an ax to the body will lead to mutilated corpses, loss of dignity in front of the body, and even reincarnation to become disabled. Zheng Jie responded to this:

"Practitioners can't be superstitious or heretical. If you die, you will die, so it doesn't matter if it's auspicious or not..."

Before he finished speaking, there was no sound in the room, and there were only two corpses left dangling on the beams of the house.

Squeak——

Squeak——

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(end of this chapter)