Mortal Immortal Gourd

Er Gouzi and his companions searched the village of Po Ji Wang for most of the day, but did not find a single grain of food.

They only found some pickled meat jerky, all made by the people.

In a room, they found more than 200 prisoners, most of whom were children of a few years old or more.

These people were the military rations of the Po Ji Wangs.

Originally, Er Gouzi was still considering sparing Po Ji Wang's life for the sake of relatives.

But after seeing the food rations of the prisoners and some smoked bacon.

Er Gouzi chopped Po Ji Wang with a sword.

Although this battle was a great victory, it did not gain any benefits, but added more than 200 people to eat.

These people are weak and have little ability to survive.

If they are left to fend for themselves, they will become the military rations of another bandit group in the future.

Ji Cang was also a little surprised to see Er Gouzi bringing back a group of little brats with no fighting power.

"I didn't expect you to be so kind!"

"How kind can I be? I just can't bear to see them being eaten as military rations."

Er Gouzi said helplessly and sadly.

"There were not many grains of food to begin with, and now there are more than 200 mouths. It's enough to eat the northwest wind."

"The saint said: Compassion is the beginning of benevolence. It shows that you are a benevolent person." Ji Cang continued to praise.

"You! I mean, don't flatter me, I have kept all your IOUs."

Er Gouzi never thought of himself as a kind and righteous person.

As long as he can live well, it's enough.

Like the heroes in the books, he sacrificed himself to help others do good things, and he was determined to do it.

Maybe because he is cautious in making friends and is influenced by Sima Yi, he sometimes gets excited and does things that lose money.

Er Gouzi handed the people he brought back to Qiuyue for management.

He also asked them to continue to strengthen training every day and send people to patrol and guard around Shekou Mountain.

This time, there were several casualties on Shekou Mountain. We must be more careful in the future.

Returning to the top of the mountain alone, Yushan is still working hard and has made much progress compared to before.

"Yushan, you did a good job. From now on, Shekou Mountain is your home, and you should treat it as your home. Don't always think about running away."

For Yushan's progress in ideological awareness, Er Gouzi praised him generously.

Yushan was actually a little excited when he heard the praise from his boss.

"Look, there are grasses growing in the pepper field, and the rice should be harvested."

"Okay, I'll go later."

Yushan responded readily. The boss treated him as a family member, so he should work harder.

Er Gouzi gave an order and returned to the stone house.

Although he made a lot of money over the years, he didn't add any furniture to his stone house. There was still a stone table and a mud bed.

The bed was covered with a thick layer of dry straw, and on the straw was a straw mat, a cotton mattress, and a set of quilts.

Er Gouzi sat on the bed and took out the two blood soul pills and the skills he got today to check.

According to King Po, the blood soul pills are very effective. Eating one pill can make your cultivation level advance by leaps and bounds.

Er Gouzi looked at the two pills again and again, but he didn't eat them in the end.

Although he could even swallow pig food, he still ate this kind of medicine made by living people.

Then there was the technique.

This technique was called "Blood Evil Art", and it sounded very powerful.

I heard from King Po that this technique was very simple and very fast to practice. His generals all practiced it and made rapid progress.

The technique taught by the master didn't even have a name, but this one at least had a name. He planned to take a look and refer to it.

If this technique was better, he could even consider switching to "Blood Evil Art".

After reading this technique book from beginning to end, he found that it was indeed relatively simple to practice.

No wonder those old farmers in the rebel army who didn't even know the characters could practice smoothly and make rapid progress.

This technique is the same as the one he practiced. It is to condense the blood and qi in the body and cultivate something called blood evil.

In battle, you can mobilize blood evil to fight or cast spells. In this respect, it is very different from the method of true qi.

How to practice this technique?

Er Gouzi was a little confused.

He had enough experience. He had only seen two immortal cultivation techniques in his life. It was difficult to distinguish the pros and cons of them.

Ji Cang was knowledgeable and should be able to tell the good from the bad.

Thinking of this, Er Gouzi walked out of the stone house again.

The cold wind outside the house was biting, especially on the top of the mountain. Yushan was squatting in the pepper field to pull weeds.

Er Gouzi felt that Yushan had really changed and began to be motivated.

I plan to help him sew a piece of clothing tomorrow. It's snowing heavily, and I feel cold when I see him working with his bare chest.

The tribute pepper tree that I stole from Chengxi Town last time was propagated by him to an acre of land with seeds.

Because they watered the pepper seedlings in the gourd every year, the pepper seedlings grew well in winter, and the weeds in the field also grew wildly.

Yushan can only weed every one or two years.

When we arrived at the foot of the mountain, Ji Cang had just finished meditating.

"Brother Ji, how are your injuries? Are you okay?"

"You have too many internal injuries this time, and I don't have any healing medicine. It may take a year to recover."

Although Ji Cang said so, he looked calm and didn't seem to take it seriously.

"I'll bring you a piece of meat, maybe it can help you recover from your injury."

Er Gouzi was asking for help this time, so he had to be polite and brought a large piece of donkey meat.

It was stolen from the county magistrate's birthday banquet last time. It has been stored in the gourd for a while and has already contained spiritual energy.

Seeing this large piece of donkey meat containing spiritual energy, Ji Cang quickly wrote an IOU.

"I'm giving you a piece of meat, how can I ask you to write an IOU? Am I such a stingy person?"

Er Gouzi quickly pushed the IOU back, and his eyes were still carefully looking at the contents of the IOU.

"Yes!"

Ji Cang nodded decisively, admitting that Er Gouzi was a stingy person.

Er Gouzi blushed, reflecting on the fact that he had indeed hit Ji Cang too hard during this period, making it difficult for him to ask for help now.

"Brother Ji, this must be a misunderstanding."

"This is a sincere gift to you. I hope you can recover soon."

Ji Cang took the piece of donkey meat and carefully looked at the bright smile on Er Gouzi's face.

"Gifts must be given in return. You are such a stingy person, and you suddenly gave me a piece of donkey meat. There must be something wrong."

Er Gouzi's face was red again when Ji Cang revealed his thoughts. Fortunately, his face was originally dark, so he could see it.

"Brother Ji, you are really sharp-eyed. I can't hide it from you."

"Can you help me look at this martial arts method? Can I practice it?"

Er Gouzi said, taking out the "Blood Evil Art" and asking Ji Cang to take a look.

Ji Cang took the book and quickly flipped through it.

"This is a magic technique. The Great Zhou court has long banned anyone from practicing this kind of magic technique."

"This technique is incomplete and has major flaws. If you practice it without authorization, you may have unexpected risks."

After Ji Cang finished speaking, he threw the book back to Er Gouzi and said no more.