The northwest of the Chu region was considered a blank area in the world of cultivation. Because of the lack of Spiritual Qi and the barren mountains and rivers, ordinary people could still work hard and build cities and villages here, but for cultivators who valued Spiritual Qi as much as their lives, it was completely unsuitable for cultivation. Because of this, this area with a radius of tens of thousands of miles had almost become a blank area in the world of cultivation. There was no news of any sect guarding it. However, because it was located at the border, the laws were lax, causing bandits to run amok. The people were quite tough, and martial arts were very popular.
After nearly twenty years, Fang Xing felt a sense of unfamiliarity when he returned to this area again.
He still remembered that although this area was barren, there were still many people. There was a village every ten miles and a city every hundred miles. On the official road, merchants came and went. But now that he was back, it was desolate everywhere. He sat on the green donkey and shuttled between the mountain paths. After walking for a few days, he did not see a single person. Instead, he saw piles of corpses on the side of the road. Occasionally when he passed by some villages, he could only see that the houses were intact and quiet like a tomb, but he could not see a single living person. It was extremely strange.
Fang Xing initially thought that it was a military disaster, but along the way, he did not see any traces of battle, and did not even see the shadow of an army. In the vast world, it was as if only the man and the donkey were alive. This kind of desolation, made him feel that things were still the same, but the people had changed. He paid attention, slowly patted the green donkey, trying to find the direction of the Ghost Smoke Valley based on his memory.
But after a few days, he gradually felt lost. He had not returned for nearly twenty years. Things were the same, but people had changed. He could not find anyone to ask for directions, so he could not find the direction. This made Fang Xing at a loss. He reined in the donkey and stood on the hillside, looking into the distance.
"Damn it, why can't I see a single person? I can't do robbing in the future …"
While he was smiling bitterly, he met someone familiar … or to be exact, someone he was familiar with. A group of horse bandits gathered and rushed down the slope. They were full of murderous intent. They swung the weapons in their hands, cursed loudly, and rushed into the distance.
"Oh my, I finally see someone of the same trade. Wait for me …"
Fang Xing hurriedly urged the donkey forward, but the donkey went on strike and refused to catch up.
When he finally managed to drag the donkey and stumbled to catch up with them, he saw black smoke billowing in front of him. In the small village of a hundred families gathered in the hollow, nearly forty to fifty horse bandits were rampaging, brandishing knives to kill people and lighting fires. The bandit leader was naked from the waist up, shouting at the bandits to search for all the grain, pigs and sheep, and loading them onto the mountain behind him. At the same time, he chopped down an old man who was kneeling in front of him and begging for mercy, and with a hideous smile, he spurred his horse and trampled on a village woman who was holding a baby to the ground.
"Move quickly, move quickly. We need food and livestock. With these things, it will be enough for us to comfortably reach Taizhou …"
Fang Xing, who was brimming with enthusiasm and wanted to rush forward to identify his peers, frowned. After a long while, he spat on the ground and sneered, "Damn you, looks like the saying that peers are enemies is true …"
"Rob … Rob …"
Just as this group of horse bandits were happily robbing, they heard a loud shout coming from the hillside. The voice was loud and attracted the group of horse bandits. Turning their heads to look, they saw a man riding a donkey coming down the hillside. He was skinny and wore a bamboo hat. His chin was full of stubble and he held a shiny steel knife in his hand. One look and one could tell that it was made of steel.
"You … are also here to rob?"
The bandit leader looked at this young man with a strange expression, his voice squeezed out from the gaps of his teeth.
The surrounding horse bandits also looked at this young man with strange expressions, thinking to themselves, is he here to help the weak?
Fang Xing came down the hillside with his hand on his steel knife. His gaze swept across the group of horse bandits and suddenly laughed coldly, "Where did all of you bastards come from? How dare you rob here. Don't you remember that this thousand mile radius is the territory of the Ghost Smoke Valley? F * ck you, crossing the boundary is a death grudge. Moreover, have you forgotten the rule that the Ghost Smoke Valley does not rob poor people? "
"Ghost Smoke Valley?"
The bandit leader was even more surprised. For a moment, he could not figure out the background of this newcomer.
Beside him, an advisor with a handlebar mustache rode over on a skinny horse. He looked at Fang Xing with an indifferent gaze and sneered, "Ghost Smoke Valley, I do remember. Twenty years ago, you were also a hero in this area. You even robbed the government's salary. However, it was said that you once offended an immortal and were slaughtered in one night. Even weeds grew on your graves!"
"Twenty years ago?"
When the bandit leader heard this, he sneered even more, his mind slightly relaxed.
"Who said that they were slaughtered? Isn't there only me left?"
Fang Xing waved the knife in his hand and sneered, "From today onwards, the Ghost Smoke Valley has the final say in this area!"
"Where did this madman come from? Don't disturb us as we escape. Little ones, kill him and dry him for food!"
The bandit leader was a practical man. Faced with this lunatic who had jumped out of nowhere to snatch his territory, he waved his hand and the ferocious and violent horse bandits rushed forward, laughing loudly as they slashed at Fang Xing. Seeing this, Fang Xing sighed softly, raised his gourd and gulped down a mouthful of wine. Then, he slapped his donkey's buttocks forcefully. A murderous aura suddenly rose, and then … he turned around and ran!
The green donkey's four hooves flew as it ran away. The group of horse bandits were all shocked.
"… Damn, it's the other way round!"
Fang Xing cried out as he desperately tried to rein in the donkey.
The donkey was really timid. Seeing the other party charging over so aggressively, it immediately turned around and ran.
Fang Xing could not rein it in and could only jump down from the donkey's back. Waving the knife in his hand, he charged towards the group of bandits in front.
One man, one knife, facing the forty to fifty ferocious charging bandits. His spirit soared.
"Haha, kill him!"
"Trample him to death …"
The group of horse bandits laughed ferociously. With a rumble, their hooves flew and they charged towards Fang Xing.
"Poof!"
One man and the group of bandits collided. Fang Xing's body was like a dragon as he charged into the group of horse bandits.
The knife light swept across like a waterfall. The bandit at the front was cut into two along with his horse. Blood splattered like a wild spring.
Although he had lost his cultivation, his battle instinct was still there. Moreover, after seeing Ying Qiaoqiao and Ye Guyin, the knot in his heart was gradually unknotted. Fang Xing also felt some strength. At this moment, facing this group of fierce bandits that he could blow away with a single breath, he felt that he had found the feeling of facing a strong enemy again. There was a murderous aura on his knife. Every time he swung his knife, someone would die.
The murderous aura was like that of a ferocious god.
No one knew how many people he had killed. For a moment, this small village was like a Shura battlefield, with blood flowing like a river.
After all, they were just a group of disorderly people. Not to mention those well-trained Taoist disciples, they could not even be compared to the army of a mortal country. Although there were forty to fifty people, when Fang Xing killed more than ten people, they were already scared out of their wits. When the leader of the bandits saw Fang Xing charging towards him with a murderous aura, he was the first to turn his horse around and escape. The people behind him naturally did not stand on ceremony. One after another, they patted their horses and left the food and livestock that they had already snatched in their hands. They threw them all over the ground and escaped without hesitation.
"Consider … consider yourself lucky that you escaped fast …"
After chasing for a few steps, Fang Xing was also tired to the point of dizziness. He was sweating profusely and stabbed his knife into the ground. After taking a few breaths, when he wanted to stand up, he suddenly felt dizzy. He staggered a few steps and laid down on the ground weakly. His vision was blacking out.
"Motherf * cker, I can't use this strength now …"
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"Hero, wake up, hero, wake up …"
Not knowing how long he had been unconscious, Fang Xing only opened his leaden eyelids when he heard a call.
He saw a white-haired old man with a wrinkled face leading the villagers to kneel in front of him. They were calling him with gratitude and awe. Seeing that he opened his eyes, the old man was so scared that he kowtowed again. Behind him, a group of people also knelt down. They said repeatedly, "This old man is the head of this village. On behalf of the entire village, I thank the hero for saving our lives …"
"Hero? Saving our lives? "
He forcefully suppressed his anger and stood up. He scolded, "You're the chivalrous one. Your whole family is chivalrous. Old man, don't be so ungrateful. I'm not a chivalrous man. Twenty years ago, I was already the tenth most powerful bandit in this area. Cut the crap. You've scared away those people who tried to cross the river. Now, it's my turn to rob …"
"Ah … really robbing?"
Na Zheng was shocked. Behind him, some of the young men in the village also had angry expressions on their faces.
Fang Xing scolded, "Of course I'm robbing. Otherwise, what will I eat?"
As he said this, he pointed his knife at the old man and said with a murderous look, "Hurry up, serve the good wine and dishes. Slaughter the fat pigs, but not the fat ones. Don't think that I'm easy to talk to. If you dare to fool me, I won't forgive you …"
"Er … Hero … Ah no, Sir, you're just robbing a meal?"
Na Zheng was a little confused and asked blankly.
Fang Xing smiled and said, "Why? Do you want me to rob a few women in your village?"
Na Zheng was shocked and said, "No, no … Please wait a moment, Sir. I'll prepare the food and wine!"
After saying this, he quickly got up and arranged for the villagers to prepare the food. All kinds of wild animals and vegetables were cooked. He even slaughtered a fat pig that had been tied to the cart by the robbers. Together with the village's home-brewed local wine, the food was served like flowing water and filled the table. Even the donkey was fed fresh grass. Fang Xing did not stand on ceremony. He sat down and ate and drank to his heart's content.
"Sir, are you really going to leave after eating?"
Na Zheng accompanied by the side and carefully poured wine for Fang Xing. He asked with an anxious expression.
"Of course I'm leaving. What's there to rob in this broken place of yours?"
Fang Xing did not bother to answer. Naturally, he wanted to calm Na Zheng down.
However, he did not expect Na Zheng to become even more worried when he heard this. He forced a smile and said, "Sir … don't you want to stay for a few more days?"
When Fang Xing heard this, he laughed angrily and said, "Old man, you're really bold. You want robbers to stay in your village?"
"I don't dare, I don't dare …"
Na Zheng was shocked. He wanted to say something but stopped. He did not dare to say anything else.
After eating and drinking to his heart's content, Fang Xing wiped his mouth and prepared to leave. But no matter how he looked, he couldn't find his donkey. Looking around, he saw that the villagers were all stuttering as they surrounded him. Wherever he looked, they all avoided his gaze, as if they were ashamed and didn't dare to look at him. In the distance, under the locust tree, his donkey, which he had just tied there, had disappeared.
"Haha, I didn't rob you. Are you going to covet my donkey?"
When the villagers heard this, they trembled and no one spoke.
However, Fang Xing was annoyed. He sneered and suddenly pulled out his steel knife and slashed it on the table. There was a bright and dazzling clang.
"Damn it, do you really think I'm a kind person? If you don't hand over the donkey, I'll slaughter your entire village. "
"Sir, please spare my life …"
Na Zheng knelt down with a thud. Following his action, the people behind him knelt down.
"If you want to live, hand over my donkey …"
"I just want to beg Sir to stay for a few more days …"
"If you don't hand over the donkey, I'll slaughter the entire village …"
"Sir, please spare my life …"
"If you want to live, hand over my donkey …"
"I just want to beg Sir to stay for a few more days …"
"…"
"…"
"Sigh … I'm calling you Sir. Can you return my donkey?"
After a meaningless conversation, Fang Xing almost cried.
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