I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 527 Hehe, Miss, the Taoist Priest Descends the Mountain

The big cat is so large that it looks somewhat bulky, giving it a clumsy yet adorable appearance.

But it was extremely fast; as it moved at breakneck speed, the earth shook.

Tiger Kui Xiaoyou's eyes and body instantly turned blood red, and in a flash, it transformed into a red shadow, fighting with the big cat in the mountains and forests.

Large numbers of trees were knocked down by these two enormous objects.

In just a short while, the woods were a complete mess.

The two incredibly ferocious beasts were constantly clashing back and forth, while the girl holding a bamboo branch leaped and bounded through the forest, dodging the two enormous creatures.

The big cat's claws were incredibly sharp, and even the tiger Kui Xiaoyou's black scales, which had turned red, could not withstand them.

The roars and howls echoed through the mountains and forests.

Bang! !

Big Cat and Little Ghost collided again.

Using the force of the collision, Xiao You quickly retreated, then suddenly opened her mouth and spat out a red burst of energy.

The red energy shot directly towards the large cat that was pouncing after it.

The big cat didn't slow down, using its body to withstand the red energy. As a result, the red energy struck it, cutting a long gash and exposing flesh and blood.

Upon seeing this, the girl watching from a distance lost her smile and pursed her lips.

The big cat roared angrily and pounced on the tiger-like creature at an even faster speed.

Just then, several incredibly thick bolts of purple lightning suddenly fell from the sky.

Boom boom boom! !

In an instant, large chunks of turf and mud were blown away, and fallen trees were instantly charred and pulverized by the purple lightning that fell from the sky, making the already chaotic forest even more chaotic.

One of the bolts of purple lightning struck down between the big cat and the tiger Kui Xiaoyou, creating a chasm.

This caused the big cat to pause.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of a flute drifted out from the woods.

Before long, a young Taoist priest dressed in a blue robe descended from the sky. He held a jade flute in his hand, placed it to his lips, and played a melodious and soothing tune.

Under the sound of the flute, the irritable tiger Kui and the angry big cat gradually calmed down.

The dark clouds in the sky had not yet dissipated, and amidst the flashes of lightning and thunder, it seemed that endless thunder was about to fall.

The young woman standing in the distance gripped a bamboo stick tightly in her hand, watching the Taoist priest in green robes leisurely playing the flute and stroking beasts amidst the messy forest.

The Taoist in green robes seemed to have noticed her as well, and turned to look at her.

That one glance left the girl holding the bamboo branch stunned in place.

In an instant, one scene after another flashed through her mind.

These images depict everything from her past.

From the time I can remember, all the warm and comforting images seemed to flood back in an instant.

Especially everything that happened that winter.

That winter, a little girl knelt by the roadside, selling herself to bury her mother.

Her father was a compulsive gambler. Their once well-off family lost everything in just a few years. After their daughter was born, he and his wife, a woman from a modest family, vowed never to gamble again. They even chopped off a finger to show their resolve, but they still couldn't resist the urge to gamble.

From the time that little girl could remember, all she saw every day was her father threatening to sell her to blackmail her mother into becoming a prostitute to earn money for his gambling.

His greatest achievement was his alcoholism and his wanton beatings and verbal abuse of his mother and son.

As the little girl grew up amidst hardship, her mother's beauty faded, and as she earned less and less money, her father became increasingly ruthless.

The girl could never forget those crude men who would walk out of their drafty thatched huts, belts in hand, and toss her father a dozen or so copper coins, their obsequious smiles as they bent over to catch the money.

Later, when the mother learned that the man was determined to sell her daughter, she, who was terminally ill, changed into the last plain dress she had kept at the bottom of her trunk, and then sent her daughter away to pick some wild vegetables and cook a pot of rice porridge with arsenic added.

When the girl returned home, the man who had never called her "father" since she was old enough to understand was already dead.

There was only enough rice porridge for six bowls, but he only cared about eating his fill and drank five bowls in one go, so naturally he died quickly.

As for the mother who had only drunk a bowl of porridge, she held her daughter in her arms before she died, bleeding and weeping, unable to speak.

After washing her mother's face, the little girl, whose fingers were cracked and bleeding from frostbite, placed her on a straw mat, and without even glancing at the man, went into Liangzhou City.

Then, the girl knelt down beside the rolled-up straw mat.

In those days, such a scene was common in the winter of Beiliang, so there was no need to write anything down with charcoal, nor was there any need for her to cry out. But who would be willing to go through such a troublesome and unlucky thing for a poorly dressed little girl?

On the main road, people are dressed in fine clothes and riding spirited horses, wearing fur coats and hats.

But no one gave the little girl a second glance, perhaps because she wouldn't survive the harsh winter.

A group of ruffians who had emptied her house and frequented her hut passed by, kicked away the straw mat, revealing the girl's mother's corpse. They said her mother was a dirty woman and her body should just be dumped in the wilderness.

The little girl lay on her mother's body, crying and saying that her mother wasn't dirty at all. Then they went to trample on the corpse. The little girl bit one of the thugs' legs, but he grabbed her hair and lifted her up, punching her in the stomach and asking her if she was dirty or not. Every time she said she wasn't dirty and shook her head, she got punched.

Perhaps because she had been beaten by that man for years, she was able to withstand a few blows despite her young age. However, passersby were indifferent and no one paid any attention to it. On the contrary, many people were bored and watched with great interest.

Later, a luxurious carriage passed by. Perhaps hearing the commotion, a young nobleman dressed in a fine white fur coat got off the carriage and came to the little girl's side.

A beautiful woman stood next to the boy, covering her nose with a look of disgust. He asked her who was prettier, her mother or the woman beside her. The little girl, with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, gave an answer that made the onlookers burst into laughter.

The seductive woman who had been accompanying the young nobleman lost face, her once beautiful eyes now filled with anger and coldness.

The young nobleman, whose absurd reputation had spread throughout Beiliang, showed no expression. He took a hairpin that had just been given to the plaything beside him from her head. A large pearl was still pinned to the end of the hairpin.

The little girl didn't understand what it meant to be perfectly round and precious, nor did she understand that an inch of pearl is worth a thousand pieces of gold. She only saw the boy squat down, insert the pearl hairpin into her mother's hair, and ask her if it looked good.

The little girl cried and said it was beautiful, so he patted her head, chuckled, and didn't say anything.

He returned to the carriage and drove away, and soon after, someone buried his mother.

Later, while kneeling at the grave, she encountered another person.

From then on, she never suffered from hunger or cold again.

However, in the girl's heart, that winter was both the coldest and the warmest she had ever experienced.

The little girl, now a grown woman, was in tears as she emerged from her past.

She wiped away her tears, looked at the Taoist in the blue robe, grinned slightly, and then chuckled.

The large, black-and-white panda, with two dark circles under its eyes, sat obediently on the ground, munching on a bamboo stalk that had been knocked down.

Tiger Kui Xiaoyou, wagging its thick tail, also lay down on the ground, munching on a fruit.

The Taoist in green robes, Zhou Cheng'an, noticed the girl holding the bamboo branch's gaze. Seeing her smiling, he smiled kindly back at her.

"My name is Jia Jiajia."

Zhou Cheng'an bowed and said with a smile, "This humble Taoist is Zhou Cheng'an."

"Okay, I remember."

Zhou Cheng'an smiled again, said nothing more, patted Hu Kui Xiao You's head, then flipped over, sat sideways on Xiao You's back, and slowly headed into the forest.

“Miss Jia, if you miss your mother, you can come to me anytime.”

As soon as those words were spoken, the sound of a flute drifted from the woods again.

The flute's light and cheerful melody is captivating.

Hearing the sound of the flute again, the girl named Jia Jiajia laughed even harder.

the other side.

When Zhou Cheng'an rode the Tiger Kui Xiaoyou, with two little Tiger Kui cubs, back to Qingyang Palace, he frightened many of the Qingyang Palace disciples.

This was the first time in four years that he had brought Hu Kui back to Qingyang Palace.

The main reason we hadn't brought it back before was because Hu Kui Xiao You was too ferocious in the past, and if we brought it back to Qingyang Palace, it would inevitably cause some trouble.

Now, after several years of his teaching and taming, and with Xiao You now a mother, its ferocity has diminished considerably compared to before.

They can no longer be called ferocious beasts; they should be called spiritual beasts.

Although there is only a one-word difference between spirit beasts and ferocious beasts, their treatment is worlds apart.

In the past, the tiger-like creature Xiaoyou hid alone in the deep mountains. But now, having given birth to two cubs, it is no longer solitary.

Tiger Kui is born with a spirit, not to mention that Xiao You has lived for at least three hundred years. After spending a long time with Zhou Cheng'an, she naturally understands the benefits of following him.

However, since Zhou Cheng'an brought Hu Kui back to Qingyang Palace, he must ensure that neither side is harmed.

Therefore, Zhou Cheng'an summoned Xiao Shanzha and made him a tiger-raising boy, who would serve Hu Kui Xiao You on a daily basis.

He made this arrangement not only because Xiao Shanzha had spent several years with Hu Kui and Xiao You, but also because he wanted Xiao Shanzha to spend more time with Hu Kui.

In the future, the two little tiger cubs will eventually have an owner. Little Sparrow doesn't need to worry. This girl is very clever. She takes Wu Jing and the two little tiger cubs to play together every day.

If Xiao Shanzha wants to control the two little tiger cubs in the future, she will have to continue to cultivate their relationship.

After arranging for Hu Kui, Zhou Cheng'an summoned Zhao Huai'en, Wu Lingsu, Zhao Yutai, and others to give them some instructions.

Then, after spending three more days with his family, he went down the mountain to protect Xu Fengnian at his mother Wu Ning's request.

……

Three months later.

A desolate wasteland, with no village in sight and no shop in sight.

"Master."

Old Huang shouted, grabbing Xu Fengnian, who was dressed as a beggar, and said, "Be careful!"

"Old Huang, do you think he's a god?"

Xu Fengnian found a tree branch and gently poked the unconscious Zhou Chengan.

At this time, the two of them, master and servant, had been away from Qingcheng Mountain for more than half a year.

Xu Fengnian originally thought he would be living a life of luxury and excitement, but little did he know that not long after leaving Qingcheng Mountain, all his valuables would gradually be used up.

Now, besides the two of them, master and servant, there is only a skinny horse and an eagle that looks like a sick chicken.

Two days ago, Xu Fengnian traded his last belt with a family he passed by for a chicken and a pot of wine, intending to treat himself to a good meal today.

However, just as he and Lao Huang were about to have a big meal, the sky above them suddenly exploded with a deafening roar and burst forth with a dazzling light.

Then, Zhou Chengan descended from the sky.

For some reason, Xu Fengnian felt a natural affinity with him, and out of curiosity, he wanted to go forward to check, but Old Huang stopped him, so he poked him with a twig.

Old Huang did not answer Xu Fengnian, glanced around a few times, and then walked up to Zhou Chengan.

He reached out and touched the body, saying, "Young master, this man's bones are all broken."

"what?!"

Xu Fengnian was startled. He stepped forward, squatted down, and examined the man carefully. He said, "Old Huang, please help him."

"Young Master, you can let Old Huang take care of horses, but I don't know how to save people."

Upon hearing this, Xu Fengnian paused for a moment, then said firmly, "Then we're not in a hurry to continue our journey."

After saying that, he plopped down next to Zhou Chengan.

Logically speaking, given Xu Fengnian's personality, he wouldn't care so much about a stranger, but he always felt an inexplicable closeness to Zhou Chengan.

This inexplicable sense of closeness made him feel uneasy.

Could it be... that this person is Xu Xiao's illegitimate son?!
Thinking of this, Xu Fengnian carefully examined Zhou Cheng'an, who was lying unconscious on the ground, then rubbed his eyes and asked Lao Huang, "Lao Huang, don't you think he looks a bit like me?"

Old Huang was giving Zhou Chengan water when he heard Xu Fengnian's question and looked back and forth between the two of them.

"Yes, it does look somewhat similar."

When Xu Fengnian heard Lao Huang say that they looked somewhat alike, he immediately clenched his fists tightly.

"You damned Xu Xiao, you just wait!"

Time flies and three days have passed.

Zhou Cheng'an remained motionless and unconscious, showing no signs of waking up.

Old Huang tried to speak several times, but Xu Fengnian silenced him with a look.

Every day, Xu Fengnian would give Zhou Chengan some water, not because he was reluctant to give him food, but because Zhou Chengan was in such a condition that he was unable to eat.

Two more days have passed...

Xu Fengnian felt that he couldn't just wait for Zhou Cheng'an to wake up any longer, so he decided to take Zhou Cheng'an to the nearest town to find a doctor.

So he made a makeshift stretcher and dragged Zhou Chengan along.

This delay lasted for several days.

Even Lao Huang was surprised that Xu Fengnian would go to such lengths for a stranger.

"Young Master, how about I do it?" Old Huang said with some concern.

These past few days, Xu Fengnian hasn't had a good night's sleep because he's been taking care of Zhou Chengan, and his hands have developed a lot of blisters.

"Need not."

"How about we take a break first?"

Old Huang spoke again, glancing at Zhou Cheng'an on the stretcher, and said, "Anyway, he hasn't woken up for so many days, so it won't make a difference if he wakes up a little later."

This time, Xu Fengnian did not refuse and found a shady spot nearby to rest for a while.

evening.

The three men, along with a horse and an eagle, found a dilapidated temple to spend the night in.

Xu Fengnian was indeed exhausted. He ate a few bites of dry food and fell asleep immediately, soon snoring.

The night is getting darker.

Outside the dilapidated temple, the assassins arrived as promised.

This is the third group of assassins who came to kill them after they left Qingcheng Mountain.

At that moment, Zhou Cheng'an, who had been unconscious, began to make slight noises.

Old Huang went over to take a look and found that his bones were healing rapidly.

However, Lao Huang was not surprised. Instead, he looked at the three assassins who rushed into the dilapidated temple.

They didn't waste words.

Because in their view, there's no need to waste time talking to dead people.

Xu Fengnian was fast asleep and the assassin's entry did not wake him at all.

Of course, Lao Huang wouldn't let anyone disturb Xu Fengnian's rest. Although he still had that simple and honest look of a toothless stable boy, his actions were anything but hesitant, and his masterful demeanor seemed to overflow from the screen.

Sword One, Dragon and Snake!
With a swift stroke, an assassin fell dead under Old Huang's sword before he could even react.

The remaining two exchanged a glance, but instead of retreating, one of them engaged Old Huang while the other charged towards the sleeping Xu Fengnian.

Old Huang struck again with his sword and killed the assassin who was harassing him.

Just as he was about to unleash his third sword strike, someone else was faster than him.

Zhou Chengan, who was on a makeshift stretcher, suddenly sprang up and punched the assassin who was rushing towards Xu Fengnian.

This punch was extremely deadly!
The assassin was blasted away, his life hanging by a thread.

After throwing the punch, Zhou Chengan collapsed onto the stretcher and lost consciousness again.

Old Huang looked at Zhou Cheng'an, whose origins were unknown, with a worried expression.

"Good heavens, that punch almost scared me so much I wanted to grab the young master and run away. Just who is this guy?"

Old Huang muttered to himself, his gaze lingering on Zhou Chengan for a moment before he went to deal with the body.

Mentioning the assassin who was killed by Zhou Cheng'an with a single punch is like picking up a lump of mud.

Based on this feeling, Lao Huang knew that the assassin's bones had been blasted into pieces.

"That was a really powerful punch!"

(End of this chapter)