The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 143 This Old Six
At the foot of Wuliang Mountain, Yuelai Inn.

"Dongmei, Wuliang Mountain is located in Dali, and its location is remote. Why do so many people from the martial arts world come here?"

In a private room by the window on the second floor, Shen Yuanliang, who was exhausted from traveling, was washing up and preparing to have a drink when he accidentally caught a glimpse of waves of gangsters on the street, and he felt very confused.

"Half a month ago, a hunter in the mountains accidentally saw the Manggu Red Clam. The news spread like wildfire, and many people in the martial arts world wanted to take the opportunity to capture the King of All Poisons."

"The Shennong Gang, who make a living by collecting herbs, Ding Chunqiu from Xingxiu Sea, the Beggars' Gang, the Gusu Murong family, and many others from the entire Song Dynasty have come."

After picking up the wine jug on the fire and pouring a glass of warm wine for Shen Yuanliang, Dongmei smoothed her hair and said without hesitation.

Dongmei and her group arrived at Wuliang Mountain three days in advance following Shen Yuanliang's instructions. The accompanying astronomical monitoring personnel followed the Shen family's fine traditions and had already figured out the situation in Wuliang Mountain.

"Has the prince of Zhennan, Duan Yu, arrived?"

Recalling what happened three days ago, Shen Yuanliang turned to ask about Duan Yu's situation, but his answer was so anticlimactic that Dongmei was confused.

Only those with great luck and great opportunity can see the Manggu Zhuha.

For a full half month, thousands of people from the martial arts world searched all over Wuliang Mountain but found no trace of the Manggu Zhuha. This is the proof.

It can be seen that Manggu Zhuha was specially prepared by God for Duan Yu. If he did not appear, Manggu Zhuha would not show up.

"Is that Duan Yu who doesn't know martial arts and is even unwilling to learn it?"

After confirming it again, Dongmei frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "According to the speed, Duan Yu should reach Wuliang Mountain at noon today."

Shen Yuanliang picked up the warm apricot wine and drank it all in one gulp. Then he asked calmly, "Is today the Wuliang Sword Sect's East and West Sect's five-year martial arts competition?"

"Yes, today."

Dongmei nodded and said without hesitation.

……

"Jiang Ang, Jiang Ang, Jiang Ang."

In the deep and dense forest, loud roars similar to the mooing of cows resounded everywhere.

A toad-like creature, no more than two inches long, with a blood-red body and eyes shining with golden light, jumped out from the grass, and right in front of it was a young man from a noble family.

He was dressed in a gorgeous frost-white robe, with a purple gold crown on his head, and a jade-like face. He was lying on the ground motionless.

A hundred feet away, Shen Yuanliang, dressed in moon-white tights and with a wooden sword hanging from his waist, was walking towards them. Upon hearing the voice of Manggu Zhuha, he immediately used the finger-snapping magic he had learned from Huang Rong.

With a "swoosh" sound, a round stone flew across the sky like an arrow shot from a bow, and knocked the Manggu Zhuha, which was about to jump up, to the ground.

Relying on his cleverness, Shen Yuanliang knocked the Manggu Zhuha unconscious without causing it any harm.

Then he took out the leather bag from his waist and put the defenseless Manggu Zhuha into it. He did it in one go, smoothly and effortlessly, which seemed to be premeditated.

"Mr. Duan, Mr. Duan."

Faint shouts were heard, and Shen Yuanliang glanced at Duan Yu, who was stiff and unable to move. He then used his Qinggong skills to cover a distance of ten feet in one step and quickly disappeared into the dense forest.

"Find the right way to do things, and you will get twice the result with half the effort. Manggu Zhuha, just be my mount."

In the room with the moon in the sky and the candlelight flickering, Shen Yuanliang flicked the dew on his clothes and took out the blood-red Manggu Zhuha from his cowhide bag. Taking advantage of Duan Yu, who had great luck and a karmic connection with Manggu Zhuha, Shen Yuanliang acted like a tiger and took Manggu Zhuha directly into his pocket without anyone noticing.

"Master, is this the Manggu Red Clam that everyone wants to catch?"

"Legend has it that Manggu Zhuha is the mount of the God of Plague. Whenever people hear the roar of Manggu Zhuha, it means the God of Plague has arrived and disaster has come."

Looking at the extraordinary Manggu red clam on the table, Dongmei shrank her neck and said with some fear.

For girls, fear of snakes, insects, rats and ants is ingrained in their bones, regardless of age, let alone a red "toad";
On the other hand, the Manggu Red Hale is an ominous sign in folk legends and no one likes it, so Dongmei can't help but be afraid!
"As the king of all poisons, every time the Manggu Red Hali appears in the world, it will definitely cause people to scramble for it. In addition, its poison is incurable, so it is not an exaggeration to have such a legend."

With the corners of his mouth slightly raised, Shen Yuanliang smiled and said nonchalantly.

With this "weapon" in hand, the ones who will be hurt are others, Shen Yuanliang's enemies, not his own people. The more poisonous the Manggu Zhuha is, the better.

"I will use my blood to bind your soul and make a contract with you for eternity. You must not betray me."

An hour later, Shen Yuanliang, who was burning incense and bathing, took a drop of blood from his fingertip and dripped it on the belly of the Manggu Red Clam. Using his hand as a pen and his blood as ink, a contract spell was carved in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Yuanliang used his own mental power to perform the "Beast Taming Technique" to light up the drawn talisman and communicate with the supreme power in the dark.

"Buzz!"

A blood-red light filled the entire room, and the mysterious contract spell was gradually imprinted in the flesh and soul of Manggu Zhuha, becoming one with it.

"Jiang Ang, Jiang Ang."

Accompanied by an earth-shaking roar, the awakened Manggu Zhuha quietly opened its golden eyes and looked at Shen Yuanliang in front of him, with admiration evident in its words.

After the contract was signed, Manggu Zhuha became Shen Yuanliang's pet, and from then on, it would follow him through life and death and become his closest fighting partner. This was the art of taming beasts.

"You are all red, so I will call you Honghong!"

Fiddling with the Manggu red clam that was less than two inches in size on the table, Shen Yuanliang narrowed his eyes and said without any doubt.

Cultivating immortals is not something one can do alone. One needs poisonous insects, pets, combat puppets, etc. As the first immortal cultivator in the world of Zongwu, Shen Yuanliang can only explore on his own.

"The Art of Taming Beasts" is the result of Shen Yuanliang's hard work during this period, and it looks pretty good.

"Jiang Ang."

Manggu Zhuha glanced at Shen Yuanliang, with a hint of resentment in his golden eyes, as if he was dissatisfied with the name.

The use of "Beast Taming Technique" is a two-way process, beneficial to both parties, and not enslavement.

Shen Yuanliang got a pet with extraordinary potential, and the Manggu Zhuha was endowed with a hint of spirituality. It was no longer a muddle-headed beast, but a spirit beast, the spirit beast that guarded the mountain gate in mythology and legends.

"Ah, you think the name Honghong is nice and you like it very much."

"I knew you would like it, Honghong."

Trying hard to suppress the smile in his heart, Shen Yuanliang still gave the name Honghong to Manggu Zhuha. It was because he didn't know how to name. If he thought of other names, they would probably be Jinjin, Zhuzhu and the like.

(End of this chapter)