"Mountain Gentleman, Yu Kong Zi, there's no need to send me off …"
Early in the morning.
Fang Xian walked out of the mountain where he had stayed for a long time and waved behind him.
These two names were the last gifts he had chosen for the two beasts.
There, a tiger and an eagle were silently staring at his back, as if they were sending him off. They pressed their heads to the ground in an extremely human-like manner, as if they were kowtowing to something.
They watched as Fang Xian's silhouette disappeared. After a long time, they each let out a long cry and headed off in different directions.
Wind blew under Fang Xian's feet as he traversed the mountains and ridges like it was a walk in the park.
"I came down the mountain to pursue the tribulation … But the body of the white ape is inconvenient. Do I have to possess it again?"
He frowned.
Not to mention the entanglement of fate, the Divine Power of Possession also consumed a lot of Dharmic powers.
Fang Xian was reluctant to do so.
"What's wrong with the white ape? I'm going to explore the world with the body of the white ape. "
In fact, Fang Xian had already considered this problem.
The white ape was similar to a human. As long as it wore clothes, a bamboo hat, and gloves … there was not much difference.
That was why he had chosen the body of the white ape in the beginning.
"And the Extraordinary system of this world, whether it exists or not, I have to explore it …"
"But it's still a little troublesome … The second transformation of the Nine Transformations of Polaris is to use the Tribulation power to create thousands of illusions … It can be called the Invisible Phantom!"
Fang Xian valued the Nine Transformations of Polaris very much.
After all, the Mysteries Temple of the Daluo Cave did not have any direct destructive power. This technique would ensure the safety of the necromancers in the future!
But even though Fang Xian had an idea, he felt that it would be difficult to master the transformation of this "Invisible Phantom."
This was mainly because the Tribulation power was insufficient.
The Tribulation power was to the necromancers like Spirit Qi was to the cultivators and water was to the fish.
The first transformation of the Nine Transformations of Polaris, the Flesh and Blood Transformation, had some martial arts elements. Coupled with the thin Tribulation power in the air, he could barely cultivate it.
The second transformation wasn't enough.
"Necromancers pursue the Tribulation Power to cultivate and pursue disasters … But the world seems to be peaceful. Do I have to create disasters myself?"
Fang Xian pursed his lips.
'In fact, if I cultivate the Flesh and Blood Transformation to an extremely high level, I can turn into a real human or beast at will. Unfortunately … this is only my perfect ideal … It's already not easy to refine the hyoid bone to speak …'
This principle was very simple. When one's martial arts reached an extremely profound level, one could control any of the tendons, veins, and tiny pores in the human body. However, it was only a 'fine adjustment'. Once the boundary was crossed, the person would die, and it would be the kind of flesh and blood collapsing. It was a horrible sight to behold.
Perhaps in the future, Fang Xian would be able to cultivate the Art of Fleshly Embodiment to the point where he could casually transform into any creature of flesh and blood and have them look exactly the same. But by then, Fang Xian would have definitely raised his level of necromancer to an extremely high level.
No matter how good a magical ability was, it still required the support of one's own realm.
Just like the Mysteries Temple of the Daluo Cave. At this moment, Fang Xian could only vaguely sense his own fortune and misfortune.
Once a necromancer cultivated to a higher level, it was possible for him to know all the mysteries of this world, including the past and the future. It was as if he could read the lines on his palm.
…
Wang Shun's clothes were ragged. After climbing over a hill, he finally saw his stockade.
Recalling what he had experienced during this period of time, it was like a dream.
"This world … really has monsters?"
A thought lingered in his mind.
Perhaps he didn't quite believe it before, but after seeing and hearing White Ape with his own eyes, he had no choice but to believe it.
"Buttface and the rest will be very surprised when they hear what I have experienced …"
Just as he was thinking, he suddenly saw the stockade's gate wide open. A few tax collectors and idlers in yamen uniforms were looking into the stockade with a smile. He couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. "Oh no … something has happened!"
He hurriedly walked into the stockade and immediately saw the stockade chief and the clan elder. There was a group of people gathered around them. There were men and women, old and young, and they were confronting a tax collector leader.
"Master … please give us some time. Our stockade is really poor …"
The clan elder was skinny and frowning, and he bowed repeatedly.
The tax collector leader had a greasy face, a fat head and big ears. His name was Kong Cao. At this moment, he laughed. "Didn't we already agree to give you some time? What about the auspicious sign? "
"Our hunting team entered the mountain early, but we were unlucky and encountered a tiger …" The clan elder's face was full of bitterness.
Not only that, but they had also lost the leader and a few members. It was really an unlucky year.
"I don't care. If there is no auspicious sign, we have to pay taxes!"
Kong Cao touched his chin and looked around. "If there is no money, then we have to use people. Now that the world is peaceful, a girl can be sold for five taels of silver …"
Hearing this, Wang Shun could not bear it anymore and rushed out. "You are forcing us to destroy our homes! Aren't you afraid that the officials will force the people to rebel?"
"It's Wang Shun!"
"Brother Wang is back."
"It's great that you didn't die, wu wu …"
The youths in the stockade seemed to have found their pillar of support.
"Officials force the people to rebel? Haha … are you people? You haven't even been registered, what kind of good citizen are you? Also, I'll give you ten guts to rebel. Let's see if you dare! "
Kong Cao sneered and took a step forward.
"Ah Shun, you can't!"
Wang Shun was so angry that he wanted to attack, but was held back by the clan elder.
In times of chaos, even if a lowly official was killed, the villagers would not take it seriously, much less a lowly official.
But now that the Great Zhou Dynasty had been in power for sixty years, it was the time when the country was at its strongest. This nerve was the most sensitive.
Daring to kill an official and rebel? It would definitely result in the destruction of the entire stockade.
In reality, this was because the villagers were wild and hard to tame, which was why they rebelled.
In the vicinity of the county, the ordinary farmers would only dare to kneel and kowtow when they met Kong Cao.
"Hmph … I don't think you dare. I'll give you three more days. I'll come again in three days. At that time, I'll bring three teams of bailiffs with me …"
Kong Cao snorted and turned to leave.
Only when he walked out of the stockade did he seem to heave a sigh of relief.
"Boss? You're letting them go just like that? "
One of the helpers came over and asked unwillingly.
Smack!
Kong Cao gave him a backhand slap. "Who's the one who's going to die if they're cornered? If even a hair on the old master's head is hurt, even if the stockade is razed, it won't be able to make up for it. "
Seeing Wang Shun's arrival, the young people in the stockade seemed to have found a pillar of support. He knew that things would not be easy today.
In his heart, there was a different thought.
'The imperial court has always been lenient and strict. The villagers have surrendered, and according to the rules, the county not only has to give them land and houses, but also tax exemption for several years to show their leniency … This time, it's actually us, the Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue, secretly trying to fish for benefits … If things really get out of hand, although I'm not afraid, it won't look good.'
The country had been peaceful for a long time, and the power in the county was mainly controlled by the officials of the three squads and six households. If the new county magistrate did not have the means, he could be a mere figurehead or even be kicked out.
Moreover, it had become an unspoken rule. Even if they encountered those officials who had the means, they could at most deal with them for a while. In the end, they still had to rely on them.
Therefore, the Secretary of the county was not particularly afraid of the superior officials, but they were afraid that the villagers would really rebel and kill them all here. If that happened, the unspoken rule would really be useless.
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