From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 82 Hatred

The spring rain has stopped for a while.

The courtyard was in a mess.

Meng Yuan and Gong Zihua conducted another inspection and found that the seven dog demons were skinned and dismembered and put into the pot, and there were also nine residual corpses.

The bitch ancestor was lucky enough to be preserved because she was old and difficult to cook.

"No hurry." Seeing Meng Yuan was about to burn the corpse again, Gong Zihua quickly stopped him, "The eighth-grade dog demon is already quite precious. The canine teeth and bones are useful. You can burn other things."

The most valuable one is the bitch ancestor. Meng Yuan had no choice but to gather the remaining dog demon corpses outside the yard and stretched out his hand to summon fire.

Soon the corpses of the dog demons were reduced to ashes, and the spirit fire finally grew a little stronger.

Seeing that Gong Zihua was quite skilled at skinning and bone removal, Meng Yuan took out the dog meat and roasted it together.

But even an eighth-grade old bitch can only provide limited help to the essence and fire.

"First, his tendons and bones were taken away, and second, he had been dead for two hours."

"It's good to kill and bury the dead, but they have to be buried in time."

Meng Yuan made a summary and considered what to do next.

After a while, a magpie was heard calling in the sky, followed by the sound of horse hooves.

I saw Zhang Lingfeng leading five riders, all of them wearing straw raincoats.

After walking up to talk, Zhang Lingfeng asked a few questions and didn't say anything, just waited.

It was not until the middle of the afternoon that Zhang Guinian and Nie Yannian's large army arrived. There was no one from the government office, but hundreds of people from the garrison filled the village.

Nie Yannian was a meticulous person. He first asked Zhang Lingfeng and Gong Zihua. He wanted to ask the villagers who played drums and music, but they were almost fools, so he couldn't get anything out of them.

It was Zhang Guinian who came to comfort Meng Yuan first. He patted Meng Yuan on the shoulder and said, "Xiao Gong is an honest man. He always speaks well of you, which shows that you did nothing wrong."

He pulled Meng Yuan to a corner and whispered, "Make Qingqing feel comfortable, have a drink at night, etc. You are young and know better than me. When the time comes, the rice is done and the old dog will have no room for regret. Do you understand?"

"What are you talking about?"

While the plan was being passed here, Nie Yannian rushed in, pushed Zhang Guinian aside, and pulled Meng Yuan aside.

When the two of them arrived outside the village, Nie Yannian asked, "Are you thinking of your young wife?"

"That's why." Meng Yuan answered honestly.

"Fortunately, the opponents are all wimps and have no ability! What if they are masters of the seventh, sixth or fifth rank? Would you still draw your sword?" Nie Yannian said angrily.

"I had the ability to save him at that time, and I had a good chance of success. If the opponent was so strong that I had no power to fight back, I'm not a fool and would naturally wait until another day." Meng Yuan said honestly.

"You are a gelder. I don't see how good you are at cutting balls, but you are quite good at pulling balls."

Nie Yannian pointed his finger at Meng Yuan's forehead, "I've said it before, you're ruthless in both hands and heart!"

He pointed at the village behind him and said, "When a person is sick, he takes medicine. When the world is sick, he eats people. If you don't eat him, he will eat you! If it were me, I would have just been ruthless and killed them all at once! A fire would have wiped out all traces! You and Xiao Gong must have been stupid from studying, and you are still worried about hurting innocent people! You can't accomplish anything great if you are tied up!"

Meng Yuan had been keeping his head down obediently, but when he saw that Master Nie was braver than himself, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at Nie Yannian.

"Don't look at me, you're just causing trouble for me!" Nie Yannian was annoyed, "You and Xiao Gong went crazy, insulting each other and chasing people away like dogs. The hatred is now formed!"

He asked, “Do you know why it happened this way?”

Meng Yuan held the handle of the knife and said, "My knife is not sharp enough, not fast enough."

"You have some brains after all." Nie Yannian was still in a bad mood, and continued: "But you have to remember, as your sword becomes sharper, your status and position will also rise. In this way, others don't need to see your sword, but only see your clothes and your person, and they will know to show respect first and say nice things."

"Master Nie, are you saying that I should practice martial arts again and then find a way to become an official?" Meng Yuan said. "Practicing martial arts and becoming an official at the same time, you've got everything you need!" Nie Yannian was annoyed.

Meng Yuan pretended not to understand the curse words and just said, "Follow Uncle Zhang's path?"

"Old Zhang is nothing. He tried to get promoted to a centurion, and I had to help him get the job!" Nie Yannian casually said to his friend, "Besides, the Xie family has someone in the Thousand Households Office, who is better than Old Zhang!"

Meng Yuan understood what he meant and immediately asked, "Princess?"

"That's right." Nie Yannian held Meng Yuan's shoulders and said, "The princess is more capable than you think! If it's just a small fight, there's no need for the princess. If you want to go further and be smoother, then our princess will have to take action!"

He tapped Meng Yuan's nose and said unhappily, "It's no use for you to sing poems with that stupid prince. If you can sing poems with the princess, you'll be really talented!"

"Master Nie," Meng Yuan spread his hands helplessly, "If I could write proper poetry, would I need to sing with the prince?"

"That's true. Only a turtle and a mung bean can fall in love with each other." Nie Yannian finally laughed out loud. He patted Meng Yuan on the shoulder and said, "Go back and wait for the arrangements. The princess will probably need to measure... take a look at you."

He stopped swearing in time, which showed that he really respected the princess.

"What about Jie Shen's matter?" Meng Yuan asked again.

"A playboy, what a piece of shit!" Nie Yannian just scolded Meng Yuan for causing trouble, and now he also scolded him, "We'll talk about it when we get back to the capital."

In the following days, Meng Yuan continued to work together with Gong Zihua.

The two led a team to sweep through several villages and towns and captured many small monsters, but there was no news of Pangolin Cangshan Jun.

Even when interrogating the little demon, he said all sorts of things. But the Lord of Cangshan really did not harm anyone, and he only appeared in the mountains and never left the mountain, which showed that he was a cautious person.

There was no way to continue wasting time, so Zhang Guinian immediately ordered to go to another county.

In total, they swept through the two counties in ten days, captured and killed more than twenty high-ranking monsters, and hundreds of other monsters.

However, even among the monsters that have entered the realm of rank, the highest is only a seventh-rank monster, and he is still a cultivator.

Zhang Lingfeng was lucky enough to see it, but it was destroyed by Zhang Guinian's team. Meng Yuan had no chance to see it, and couldn't burn it even if he wanted to.

At this point, there was nothing serious to worry about, so Zhang Guinian ordered his troops to return to the city.

After two or three days of traveling and ten days of sweeping, the group had not touched the ground and was very tired. Even the horses did not eat or sleep well and had lost weight.

Meng Yuan and Gong Zihua were still the vanguard officers. They rode side by side on horses, followed by a dozen white servants.

After walking like this for most of the day, we arrived at a deserted post station and planned to spend the night there.

It was already April. There was ivy on the walls of the post station and three corpses were hanging on the door, obviously they had died not long ago.

Looking forward to identify them, I saw a young boy, a young girl, and an old man, all of whom looked very familiar.

Gong Zihua was sitting on his horse, cursing something under his breath.

"It was a monster's doing, let's bury him quickly." Meng Yuan looked back and saw that the main force was still far away, so he gently patted Gong Zihua's shoulder.

It had been raining for several days in spring, so it was not appropriate to collect firewood for burning. A few unemployed servants dug a shallow pit, threw all three bodies in it, and then covered it up casually to fool people.

"Brother Gong, don't report this matter. Just treat it as an ordinary monster killing people." Meng Yuan said.

Gong Zihua turned around to look at Meng Yuan, and saw that Meng Yuan was riding on a little red horse. There was no expression on his slightly weathered face. He was holding a knife in his arms, wiping the scabbard with the hem of his clothes with one hand, and pressing the handle with the other hand, as if the knife in the sheath was about to turn into a dragon and break out of the box.

He nodded, grabbed Meng Yuan's hand, pressed it hard, and said, "Let me know when the time comes."

Meng Yuan smiled and nodded.

(End of this chapter)