The years when I explored the fairyland.

Chapter 118: Xuanyue Sect, Going on a Mission
night is deep,
In a remote courtyard.

The high walls blocked out the light from the lamps, but they could not block out the noisy noises.
All kinds of strange people were on the grass, in the attic, and on the stage, drinking, playing, or howling to the sound of drums and music, and some were so impatient that they hugged the dancers and touched them all over, without any scruples.

From a distance, it looks like a group of demons dancing wildly!
When Zhou Wu stood in front of the door, he couldn't help but frowning. When he pushed the door open and saw the scene of a group of demons dancing wildly, his frown deepened.

Even though there were countless messy people gathered in Wenxiang Temple, no one dared to act recklessly in front of him. There had been a precedent before where the presumptuous person was slapped to death by him.

But at this moment, he still held back.

Stepping forward, avoiding all kinds of unbearable things, he walked to the depths of the courtyard and saw a woman at the top of the living room.

She must be a gentle woman, with a dignified appearance, soft eyes, a faint smile on the corners of her mouth, and two small dimples when she smiles.

Seeing Zhou Wu coming, she chuckled and asked, "The master seems to be in a bad mood, but are the people in Tingfeng Tower not working?"

“They work great!”

"That's because you don't like my subordinates, but you should know that the people of my Xuan Yue Sect have always believed that life is short and we should do whatever we want and enjoy ourselves.

They may look unruly, but when they help you kill someone, they will risk their lives, without fear of life or death."

After hearing this, Zhou Wu's expression relaxed. He paused for a moment and asked, "I heard that Ba Zong sent someone here?"

The woman's smile faded: "So what? He's just a Tyrant. I'm not afraid of him."

"In that case, I'll leave this matter to the Saint."

"Okay, okay, but Master, please don't forget your promise to my Xuan Yue Sect."

"I will do what I have to do, so you can rest assured."

At this point in the conversation, both parties had said everything that needed to be said, and Zhou Wu slowly walked away, once again passing through all the unbearable things without looking away.

The saintly lady stared at his departing back, the smile on her face faded slightly, and her eyes became increasingly gloomy.

But when she turned her eyes and saw her men all over the yard, a smile appeared on her face again.

If you look from a higher place at this time, you can seem to see a faint aura swirling in the courtyard, covering the entire courtyard, making outsiders unaware.

……

A sect as powerful as the Husha Pavilion cannot be powerful only in itself.

The hundreds of inner disciples, the thousands of outer disciples, as well as the deacons, elders, masters, and even the powerful men of the previous generation, all require huge resources and money to support them continuously.

As a result, the sect's tentacles will extend to all areas of society and expand to almost all areas of Tianquan County.

There were even specially organized caravans that would travel to other counties or prefectures to exchange what they had.

Furthermore, when the sign is put up, naturally countless people will try every means to get close to it, even if it is just a little relationship or a name, they can keep themselves safe.

But when the Husha Pavilion was nearly wiped out and its strength was greatly damaged, these extended tentacles were in trouble.

There is no fairness in this world, and there are no business rules.

Once you are sure that you have lost your backing and support, you don’t know how many people will pounce on you and tear your flesh apart.

Therefore, the loss of Husha Pavilion was not only the death of its disciples, elders and the headmaster, but also the continuous collapse of this huge system.

Without the wealth and supplies provided by these people, even if the Husha Pavilion is still there, even if they still have innate strongmen, they are already at the end of their strength.

They were no longer the third-ranked martial arts sect in Tianquan County, and could not have any influence on the Yunya Sword Sect and Wenxiang Temple.

They even have to worry that more powerful forces may be eyeing Husha Pavilion.

One can imagine how miserable the Husha Pavilion is going through nowadays.

But this is no longer the main contradiction in Tianquan County. Without the buffer of Husha Pavilion, the Yunya Sword Sect and Wenxiang Temple have reached a life-and-death battle.

At this point, even Chu Zhou couldn't stay out of it.

Zhou Wu assigned him many tasks and asked him to travel around Tianquan County.

……

A few days later,
night,
The top of the barren mountain.

A bonfire was about to burn out, and people were sitting on both sides of the bonfire.

Chu Zhou sat aside, picked up a piece of firewood at random, and fiddled with the fire, trying to make it burn more vigorously.

On the other side, there was an old man with white hair and cloudy eyes, but he was dressed gorgeously, and the sword in his hand was embellished with many gems.

"Little kid, it's not easy for Xuanzhen to see a genius like you, surrender!"

"When Meng Gongyi died in my hands, he didn't dare to say this. Are you more powerful than him?"

"He should call me Uncle Master. I taught him a lot of sword skills back then.

"Little kid, don't treat Yunya Sword Sect as Wenxiang Temple. Our background is not what you can imagine."

"Your so-called foundation is to let old people like you come out to fight to the death?"

"Haha, do you think that an old man like me is making a profit by replacing a young man like you?"

“I think this is sad!”

"It seems that you are determined?"

"We've said a lot tonight, let's end it early."

"In this case, we can only fight."

Clang! The long sword was unsheathed, and extremely pure true qi turned into sword energy, and the bonfire was instantly extinguished.

In the dark night, the blood-red sword light was like a storm, spreading outward in circles and turning into a huge tornado that seemed to crush everything.

In the center of the tornado, one could hear the sound of punches shaking the ground, like beating drums, which turned into shock waves that spread outward.
The sword energy tornado was activated, expanding and contracting like the beating of a giant beast's heart.

Each time, the impact caused shock waves within a radius of hundreds of meters. Wherever it passed, all the rocks and plants were crushed to dust.

After a stalemate that lasted for a full cup of tea, the old man's face turned red and he let out a roar.

The sword in his hand pointed directly at Chu Zhou, and he pressed his palms on the hilt of the sword again and again, and the powerful true energy surged in like a substance.

——Unparalleled sword skills, piercing the sun!
All of a sudden, more than ten red sword auras shot out from the sword energy tornado, as if to poke seventeen or eighteen holes in everything within sight.

But all of this was not as powerful as the word "叱" that Chu Zhou uttered when he opened his mouth!

A beam of red and white sword light spurted out from his mouth and soared into the sky in just an instant. Wherever it passed, sword lights and tornadoes were all cut in half.

Also chopped into pieces was the old man with the sword on the other side of the campfire.

pat!

A sword fell from his hand. The old man seemed a little confused. He looked at Chu Zhou, his lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but finally fell to the ground softly.

With a bang, he split into two halves, splitting in half from the middle, and blood dyed the ground red.

Chu Zhou sat down again and gestured in the air for a while. The light blue light formed a complex pattern until the last stroke was closed.

With a bang, flames ignited out of nowhere, and a fire crow jumped out, flapping its wings and flying around.

It flew over the campfire, and the flames dripping from its wings reignited the fire. It then circled and croaked non-stop.

"It's done!"

Chu Zhou clenched his fist and waved it, his expression indescribably happy, as if using this magic made him happier than killing a congenital warrior.

……

Ten days later, in another place,
Halfway up the mountain, on a narrow road.

Chu Zhou looked down into the distance from his high vantage point, his eyes gleaming with divine light. He could vaguely see a man in black holding a sword approaching at an extremely fast speed, flashing between the treetops and rocks.

Chu Zhou looked behind him again. The mountains were leveled into terraced fields with many herbs planted on them and a few thatched huts dotted around.

This is a medicinal field, which was specially opened up by Wenxiang Temple in the mountains to grow various medicinal herbs.

It is well known that wild herbs are more effective, but if there are too many of them, it would be impossible to supply them all by relying on wild herbs alone.

Therefore, any large sect must have its own medicinal fields, or even zoos for taming spiritual beasts.

Now, Chu Zhou is stationed in this medicine garden to prevent attacks from the Yunya Sword Sect. He thought this mission was good and would give him some peace and quiet.
But who knew that the attackers arrived within a short time.

"Ugh……"

Chu Zhou sighed and accepted his fate. He gestured casually, and a little magical power flashed. After failing twice, he finally completed the outline.

At the moment the spell took shape, the air above the mountains and the earth suddenly turned cold, and the pervasive water vapor turned into white mist, rolling up into the sky.

In just a moment, the foot of the mountain was shrouded in fog.

The men in black inside screamed in fear at the strange fog, while Chu Zhou plunged into it.

After a while, besides screams, there were more screams.

Until a moment later, a sword light broke through the air, flashed like a meteor, and broke through the cover of the fog.

When he appeared again, there was an extra person standing on the treetop holding a sword. He looked back at the fog, listened to the screams, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

After just a slight hesitation, he left without hesitation. The man followed the sword and the sword followed the man, at a very fast speed!

……

Anyue City,
An underground bank somewhere.

"Huang Ming's group of the Huang family would like to borrow 1,000 taels of silver with the business contract of our own restaurant as proof, for a period of three months, nine out of ten and thirteen back. Is that okay?"

"Ready, prepare the money, enter the account!"

"Yes!"

"Li Degui of the Li family, I would like to borrow three thousand taels of silver with the deed of one thousand acres of good farmland for a period of one year, nine out of ten and thirteen back. Is this okay?"

"The Li family's land is all cultivated land. Three thousand taels is too much. I will only give you one thousand five hundred taels for a period of six months, nine out of ten and thirteen back.

That’s it, let’s discuss it later…”

"Yes!"

Under the curtain, Chu Zhou sat there, looking at the busy scene, his expression becoming a little uncomfortable.

It would be fine to let him go out and fight, but why do you actually let him come here to watch the show?

What is this thing called? !
However, Chu Zhou also knew that this was the largest underground bank in the entire Tianquan County and one of the most important industries in Wenxiang Temple.

The silver and money stored inside account for at least half of the circulating money in Wenxiang Temple, so we really need to find someone capable to look after it.

If Chu Zhou had not completed the tasks so beautifully these days, even a congenital warrior would have either died or escaped in his hands, and it is estimated that this good job would not have been his.

However, after sitting there for just a moment, he ignored the silver and money in the room and thought carefully about the situation in Anyue City over the past month.

　Second update!
　　
　
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