Grandpa Zang also showed some respect. Many mountain villages were like Ginseng King Village, and hunter villages were even more so. After all, it was much easier to be a hunter than to hunt beasts. If they encountered a lone traveler, they could kill him with one arrow and take the item. It was simply too easy.
Ever since Huang Binghu had led Drawn Reins village, he had strictly restricted the villagers. This had never happened before.
On the mountain path, Oxen said to Li Qingshan, "You gave that bottle of spiritual wine. At least two people have seen through the matter of the spiritual ginseng."
Li Qingshan said, "I know!"
"It's very possible that they will attack and make you stay in Drawn Reins village forever."
"I know that too." Li Qingshan had lived two lives and was not a naive teenager. He knew of the many dark sides of human nature.
"But I'm willing to take this risk. In life, if I'm always careful and don't believe in others or myself, then what's the point of mastering a peerless technique?"
He had some measure of his own strength and was confident that even in the worst-case scenario, he would be able to kill his way out. Furthermore, he believed that his own strength would have the effect of intimidating others.
"On one hand, he warmly invites me while on the other, he silently presses on his sword. Does this count as becoming mature?"
Li Qingshan sighed in his heart as he caressed the locust wood tablet on his waist that had the two words "Nan 'an" carved on it. However, there were still people in the world that he could wholeheartedly trust. Hmm, ghosts.
They slowly walked along the rugged mountain path. The red, yellow, and green maple trees were like fire along the way. It was very beautiful.
Li Qingshan took out his bamboo flute again and began to play it. The clear sound of the flute echoed through the autumn mountains.
"Still can't find it?" the young man who was called "young master" by the swordsmen asked somewhat anxiously. He had already led people to search Bailao Peak for many days and had even expanded the search area, but there was no sign of the spiritual ginseng.
"Young master, we've already brought people to flatten Ginseng King Village. The spiritual ginseng is definitely not there. They said that it must have been taken by Drawn Reins village. Should we flatten Drawn Reins village while we're at it?" a swordsman asked.
"Hmph, they have great enmity with the Drawn Reins Village, so of course they would say that. They think I don't know that the Drawn Reins Village withdrew from the mountain on the day of the mid-autumn festival, and then went to the north for the autumn hunt. Drawn Reins Village isn't like those country bumpkins from Ginseng King Village. Huang Binghu's archery skills were famous in Jianghu back then. Unless it's absolutely necessary, don't provoke him. "
No one in Jianghu dared to underestimate a strong bow or crossbow. Even a first-rate master would be at a disadvantage if the arrows were fired randomly.
"Young Master is wise. Looks like we can only wait until the next full moon."
The Young Master felt a little proud. Suddenly, his ears twitched. "What's that sound?"
"It sounds like a flute."
"Siren? The closest villages to here are the Ginseng King and the Reining Horse. Let's go take a look. "
Oxen suddenly stopped in his tracks. Li Qingshan also saw more than ten silhouettes lightly stepping on the treetops and rocks as they flew over from afar. Each of them had a sword on their back, and their posture was incomparably elegant.
"Is this Light-body Technique?" Li Qingshan exclaimed. He immediately thought of the person Little Ann had mentioned and raised his guard. However, this place should be quite a distance away from Bailao Peak.
The Young Master was the first to arrive in front of Li Qingshan. His subordinates behind him loudly praised, "Young Master has great Light-body Technique!"
Li Qingshan saw that the Young Master had red lips, white teeth, and a handsome face. After being praised by his subordinates, his face was filled with an arrogant smile. Other than the calluses on his sword-wielding hands, he looked like a rich young master.
He sized up the Young Master, but the Young Master didn't look at him. He glanced at him lightly and asked, "Are you from Drawn Reins Village?"
Li Qingshan replied, "That's right. If not, then who are you?"
"Who are you to ask for our Young Master's name?" A tall and skinny swordsman with a pale complexion saw that Li Qingshan was still sitting casually on the cow. His sword flashed, and he used "Immortal Guides the Way" to stab towards his face. "Get down here!" He wanted to scare him off the cow and make a fool of himself.
Li Qingshan's face turned cold. He slightly tilted his body, and when the sword was about to reach its end, his eyes flashed. He quickly stretched out his hand and grabbed the blade of the sword.
The tall and skinny swordsman coldly snorted in his heart, "You actually dare to grab my sword. This is a fine steel treasure sword given by my sect. I only need to turn the blade of the sword and I will chop off your hand."
However, when he used his strength to turn the sword, not only did he not achieve his goal, he instead twisted the fine steel treasure sword like a fried dough twist. The blade of the sword remained unmoved in Li Qingshan's hand. Even with the strength of his arm, he couldn't even match the strength of a few of Li Qingshan's fingers.
Li Qingshan was enraged. There was no grudge between them, yet they wanted him to be crippled for life. These people of the pugilistic world were too vicious. "Bang!"
With a "peng" sound, the blade of the sword was broken. The tall and skinny swordsman's complexion turned pale. His sword was unexpectedly broken by an unknown brat. How could he endure this? He wanted to forcefully attack with his broken sword.
The young master reprimanded him, "Chi Da, get down. You are not skilled enough. Don't embarrass our Dragon's Gate Sword Sect."
"Yes, this subordinate deserves to die. When we return, I will go to the disciplinary hall to receive my punishment." The tall and skinny swordsman named Chi Da did not dare to disobey. He retreated, but he looked at Li Qingshan with incomparable malice.
The young master said with interest, "I did not expect to meet an external expert deep in the mountains. You are qualified to know this young master's name. Listen well, I am the Dragon's Gate Sword Sect's Yang Jun."
Li Qingshan shook his head, "Never heard of you before."
"Country bumpkin, you are ignorant and inexperienced. The sword of our Dragon's Gate Sword Sect cannot be broken by others. I will not make things difficult for you. Leave behind a hand!"
"Which hand do you want?" The rage in Li Qingshan's chest surged. He wished that he could kill Yang Jun with one strike. Originally, he thought that even if a person who practiced martial arts could not be chivalrous, he would still be somewhat cultured. From the looks of it, he was very wrong.
The good and evil of human nature all depended on a single thought. When a person had the power to toy with the lives of others, how many people could maintain their so-called humanity, not taking and doing whatever they wanted?
However, this group of people could not be compared to the ginseng foragers who practiced shallow martial arts. They were true practitioners of martial arts. The Ox Demon Forges its Hide could block fists, but it could not block fine steel swords infused with inner Qi. Furthermore, they all possessed movement techniques. Even if they managed to escape, it would not be easy.
Yang Jun said, "Though, seeing how you're so young, your talent is quite good to be able to practise external martial arts to such a level. Crippling you like this is quite a pity. Why don't you become my servant?"
This was his true objective, as most people who practised external martial arts were straightforward and honest. They did not have as many thoughts as people who practised internal martial arts. In other words, their muscles grew into their brains. As a result, many masters of the jianghu had powerful external martial artists as servants.
He had always wanted to be cultured and recruit someone like that. When he saw Li Qingshan, he beamed inside. Wasn't this exactly what he was looking for? If he beat him up now, all he needed to do was give him some benefits in the future, and he would be able to raise a loyal dog.
"Young master, you mustn't!" Chi Da tried to dissuade him in a hurry. If this kid really became the young master's servant, his status would rise.
Yang Jun shot him a glance, and he immediately shut up.
Another swordsman said, "Why don't you hurry up and agree? Our Dragon's Gate sword sect is renowned throughout Qingyang city. Even becoming a servant disciple is difficult. Now that the young master is promoting you, you'll reach the top in a single step."
"I, Li Qingshan, will not become anyone's servant!" Li Qingshan emphasized each word. He came from a different world. He had the same love and hatred as the people of this world, but there was one thing that was different. He had no loyalty. He would not be loyal to anyone, no matter how benevolent, noble, or terrifyingly powerful the person was.
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