The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

Qishan in Lanzhou is not far from the capital of Daning. If you hurry up, you can reach it in just one or two days, so it didn't take long for Xuan Yuan to get to Qishan in Lanzhou from the capital. If Qishan was not far from the capital, and Chen Lansheng went to Beijing to take the exam, if the journey was too far, where would he have earned the expenses along the way?

"Absolutely not! Absolutely not possible!" When the village chief of the village at the foot of Qishan Mountain learned that Xuan Yuan asked him to take care of the horse for a while, and he was about to enter the mountain, his face suddenly changed, and he stopped him with an anxious look on his face. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Xuan Yuan's right wrist. His skinny old face was full of panic, "Young Master, you must never enter that deep mountain alone!"

Seeing that Xuan Yuan only raised his eyebrows slightly, with a few noncommittal smiles on his handsome face like the bright wind and bright moon, and seemed not to have listened to his persuasion, the old village chief sighed with relief. He opened his hand and grabbed Xuan Yuan, with a look of vicissitudes of life on his face.

Even though he is the village chief, the gray robe worn by the old village chief has many patches, which shows that his family is obviously not well off. He was old, leaning on a cane, and was a little shaky, but he still continued to persuade: "Young master is not a resident near Qishan, but you don't know. There are goblins and ghosts deep in Qishan. If we ordinary people go deep into it rashly, we are afraid that we will It’s hard to save your life.”

"Thank you for your kindness, but the rumors about monsters running rampant in Qishan Mountain are just rumors. If it is true, why haven't I and others living at the foot of Qishan Mountain been snatched away and killed by monsters? It can be seen that the rumors are nothing more than rumors." Xuan Yuan knew that the village chief was Sincerely admonishing, he said with just a smile.

Seeing the bitterness on the village chief's face, Xuan Yuan added: "To take a step back, there is a real evil in Qishan, and it is not an evil demon at all. Otherwise, wouldn't the people living near Qishan have suffered a long time ago? Besides, over the years, there have been , Is there really no one near Qishan who has gone in and out of the mountains without being killed?"

Having said this, the village chief naturally thought of Chen Lansheng, a poor scholar who lived nearby. When Chen Lansheng was a child, his family was fairly well-off, otherwise he would not be able to study. However, reading and writing did not cost money, but the Chen family's family was relatively well-off. He was dragged down by life and became extremely poor. His parents also passed away long ago, leaving him alone in the world.

Although Chen Lansheng was a scholar, people around Shicunbadian took good care of him. However, Chen Lansheng had to find another way to make a living if he wanted to live. Although he was a scholar, the people around Qishan were all poor. No one asked him to be an enlightenment teacher, and no one asked him to polish his pen. He had no choice but to risk his life and go to the mountains to find medicinal materials to make a living.

Thinking about Chen Lansheng, the old village chief finally let out a long sigh. He held a cane in his skinny right hand to support his body. He still insisted on preventing Xuan Yuan from entering the mountain: "In recent years, a scholar named Chen Lansheng has indeed come and gone. Qishan is safe and sound, but you must not take risks just because you think you are lucky..."

The old village chief didn't want to gossip behind anyone's back, but he really couldn't bear the thought of such a brilliant, clear and handsome young man like Xuan Yuan who would rush into the mountains and lose his life, so he sighed with emotion: "I'm afraid Chen Lan is the same as The monster has some connections, and he just survived in the mountains. He lives near the village, and we often see many mysterious things happening in his house, so we pretend not to know about it, for fear of attracting monsters. "

Lowering his eyes, Xuan Yuan couldn't help but laugh deeply. He thought that Chen Lansheng was considered a talent, otherwise how could he win Xueying's heart and win the favor of the Xie family as his husband because he was the number one scholar in high school? But now it seems that Chen Lansheng is not cautious enough in his actions and is definitely not a capable person. Moreover, he relies on Xue Ying and other demons to get the top prize, so he may not have much talent or learning.

Xuan Yuan really didn't understand how a person with this kind of character and such shallow ability could be chosen as the Son of Destiny, and a slightly cold sarcasm could not help but appear on his face. After experiencing so many worlds, Xuan Yuan has long known that some of the destined children in each world are really worthy of this destiny, but some... are purely loved by heaven and may not be very capable themselves.

Xuan Yuan had planned to go deep into Qishan Mountain. At this time, he saw that the old village chief still had a worried face and his eyes flashed lightly. He couldn't help but said with relief: "Don't worry, old man. In fact, I came here just to cause trouble in Qishan Mountain." Seeing the old village chief's face full of shock Puzzled, Xuan Yuan paused and continued, "Chen Lansheng's collusion with monsters has been exposed. I am here to conquer the monsters on behalf of the Tianshi Taoist Temple."

"If the monsters in Qishan are eliminated, I will be lucky for you and the people living near Qishan. There are many treasures in Qishan, whether they are medicinal materials, prey, or going up the mountain to chop wood. They are all ways to earn money and make a living. In the future, you The days will get better and better, and we will not be unable to use the treasure mountain."

How come the old village chief didn't know what Xuan Yuan said. However, he saw that Xuan Yuan was polite, handsome and gentle, but he was powerless and unlike a Taoist priest. He was not willing to let him go into the mountains to slay demons alone. The people in the countryside are simple and honest. Even though they know that Xuan Yuan's demon removal is a good thing for them, they are not willing to let Xuan Yuan die.

Xuan Yuan had no intention of talking to his father-in-law anymore. He just raised his right hand slightly, touched his lips with his index finger and made a loud whistle. The horse he had ridden from Xie's Mansion ran out from the alley, without any hesitation he was nibbling just now. After eating the green grass and stroking the horse's pure white hair without a trace of hair, Xuan Yuan entrusted the horse to the old village chief.

Just as he was about to leave this small village and go up the mountain, Xuan Yuan came back and took out another ingot of silver from the money bag hanging at his waist, about to hand it to the old village chief. He seemed to be smiling but not smiling, as if he had some idea in mind.

"I can't do it, I can't do it." The old village chief waved his hands repeatedly and refused to take any more, "I'm just looking after the horses for you. You've already paid me, how can I feel at ease if I take your money again? Master, how can I feel at ease? Don’t worry, I know this is a good horse and you will take good care of it. You really don’t need to give me any more money.”

Xuan Yuan did not take back the silver ingot in his hand, but the smile on his lips became deeper and deeper, with some deep meaning, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt that it was malicious. Xuan Yuan raised his slender eyebrows slightly, and his starry eyes were full of smiles, but If this smile had been seen by someone who had suffered a loss at the hands of Xuan Yuan, I'm afraid it would have made the hair stand on end. It was really a sinister thing.

Putting the silver ingot into the village chief's hand, Xuan Yuan leaned over, with a hint of a smile on his lips, and whispered something in the village chief's ear. His voice was so low that no one except the old village chief could hear it. People knew exactly what he said, and only fragmented words such as "cage...oxcart..." remained in the wind.

The old village chief had a confused face, but he finally nodded in agreement. He did not refuse the silver ingot, but solemnly nodded in agreement. When the old village chief agreed, there was not much joy in Xuan Yuan's brows, but an unpredictable and deep look that seemed to be a smile but not a smile. It really made people wonder what "clever tricks" and plans he had in store.

It is not an exaggeration to call Qishan Mountain a treasure mountain. After Xuan Yuan went up the mountain, he saw that the beautiful and spiritual mountain was full of flowers, including many rare varieties of exotic flowers, wild beasts running and jumping, and many deer, foxes and other prey. , and with Xuan Yuan's spiritual consciousness, he naturally discovered the precious medicinal materials scattered all over Qishan Mountain. It has to be said that there are really treasures everywhere here.

It's no wonder that with the help of the butterfly demon Xue Ying who lives on Qishan Mountain, Chen Lansheng not only found treasures worth enough for his daily life, but also had enough money to continue studying and even went to the capital to take the exam.

"In just one Qishan Mountain, there are seventeen monsters that have been cultivating for more than a hundred years, which is really a lot." Even the medicinal materials hidden in the mountains can be found, and those monsters hiding in the mountains will naturally not be discovered by Xuan Yuan. No, he raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but sneered slightly.

Thinking that Xueying was originally a monster inspired by the mountain god, and that many monsters in this mountain also had such origins, Xuan Yuan couldn't help but doubt that the Qishan Mountain God might not have such a hobby, and deliberately instilled monsters in this Qishan Mountain, so as not to save himself Boring, if this is the case, this Qishan Mountain God is too incompetent.

Since he has no intention of protecting the people at the foot of Qishan Mountain and ensuring the safety of a mountain range, but instead cares about enlightening monsters, why should he be called a mountain god and be worshiped by the villagers? Wouldn't it be more appropriate to call himself a mountain monster? In order to avoid taking the villagers at the foot of the mountain to worship, but ignoring everything and allowing the monster to grow bigger, it is really despicable.

Xuan Yuan thought with a slight sneer, but his figure suddenly flashed. He who was still halfway up the mountain suddenly disappeared. When he appeared, he had already appeared in Qishan, the most mysterious place in the mountain. This is the residence of the mountain god, and it is also where the monsters from Qishan usually come to talk to the mountain god and listen to his sermons.

The place where the Qishan Mountain God lives is a valley deep in the Qishan Mountains, surrounded by mountains and with flowers blooming all year round. In the mid-air of the valley, a shadow slowly emerged. It gradually transformed from the original transparency into an entity. It actually appeared out of thin air in the mid-air of the valley. It was really unpredictable.

And when this figure slowly emerged in the mid-air, no one, whether it was the owner of the valley, the Qishan Mountain God, or the few fairies who were talking in the valley, noticed his arrival. It was as if the figure in the mid-air was the wind or the cloud, existing in the air. This is the most natural thing.

"Xue Ying, last time I secretly ran to a town far down the mountain. I heard from the stories told by the storyteller in the tavern that for every dog ​​slaughtered by a righteous man, a scholar would be betrayed... Do you think Chen Lansheng can do that? Like the person in the story, he went to the capital and became prosperous and then never came back? If so, wouldn't he have let you down? "

A fox with fiery red fur lay on a rock. It scratched its nose with its front paws, shook its ears and tilted its head and asked. Its movements were naive, but its voice was a sultry low female voice with a bit of hoarseness. The sound alone exudes a sense of charm.

Xuan Yuan squinted his eyes in mid-air, and glanced condescendingly at the red fox lying lazily on the bluestone, but secretly thought: "Winter is coming soon, why not make a fox for Xie Tian Scarf, the fur of this flaming red fox is quite smooth.”