Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 31 Black Mountain Bandits

"Squeak." The largest black camel in the caravan stopped, and dozens of black camel beasts behind it followed suit.

"It's only a hundred miles to the He family's Shanlinfang, and behind Shanlinfang is the Li family's Heimafang. It will take at least half a month to reach Heimafang, and then we can return. Let's rest for an hour first."

There was a trace of fatigue on He Degong's handsome face, but he was still encouraging morale. He had encountered more things than usual along the way.

The world is getting worse day by day, and the number of monks who rob people on the road is increasing day by day. Fortunately, Jiang Qing was hired, and Wang Daoqiong and his gang are finally willing to help.

Big brother is right. We should find a way to pull this younger brother over here. What's the point of living a miserable life with the two brothers of Chong Mingzong?

Even the best future was delayed. A sect of three cultivators is also called a sect? It's really funny.

As soon as the team stopped, Wang Daoqiong and his group of close monks started a card game. Even those who were not very close to him came over to join in the fun and watch.

In this desolate wilderness, one must find something to do for fun in one hour. Could it be meditation to cultivate one's Qi? That would be so boring.

"Come here, brother Jiang, take some of the flower petals to refresh yourself." He Degong walked up to Jiang Qing and took out a box of brown scented petals. They were the best palm betel flower petals, seven pieces for twenty spirit stones, and had the effect of concentrating the mind. He would not give them to ordinary people.

"Thank you, Second Brother He." Jiang Qing declined politely. He had been taught by Kang Dabao since he was a child not to touch anything addictive.

He Degong put it away naturally. If he had known that Jiang Qing didn't like it, he would have taken out the box of green lang slices that cost 40 yuan for three slices.

"You have worked so hard on this journey, brother. When I see you, I will definitely tell you and mention Brother Jiang's salary."

This was just a polite remark. We encountered quite a few bandits and bullies this time, but we didn't encounter any that could confront the caravan head-on.

After giving the usual tributes to the major forces at various checkpoints, things went smoothly and Jiang Qing never had the chance to kill them.

The greatest significance of this brother to He Laoer at present is to check and balance the group of independent cultivators headed by Wang Daoqiong who are bullying their masters.

"Thank you, Second Brother He." Jiang Qing nodded calmly, with no expression of joy or sadness on his face.

"This kid really doesn't talk much." He Degong chatted with Jiang Qing for a long time, but he didn't feel that their relationship got any closer. He suddenly felt bored and found an excuse to leave.

He just carried the person on his back and walked to the outside of a box truck, put the flower petal in his mouth, and started calculating in his mind.

Over the years, the bulk of the He family's profits have been used to support the eldest brother's cultivation. There is nothing to say about this. After all, they are brothers from the same mother. If the eldest brother can really build a foundation, the status of himself, his younger brother, will naturally rise.

But my eldest brother's Yuan He and my own Yuan Bing both clearly have the qualifications of four spiritual roots. Why can Yuan He become a disciple of Puzhou Shishan Sect while my own Yuan Bing has to stay at home?

It is true that my elder brother is teaching Bingwu wholeheartedly, but how can that compare with the Shishan Sect. That is a very prosperous sect, with ten people who have established their foundation. I heard that the chief elder is expected to form a golden elixir.
Just as he was thinking this, he saw Wang Daoqiong, who was having fun, suddenly turn pale and his head suddenly tilted forward.

A tall and thin Taoist priest who was watching the card game behind him suddenly had a large amount of blood bursting out from the belly of his Taoist robe, and his face looked extremely painful.

Ah, not only that tall and thin Taoist, but screams were heard from two other places in the caravan.

"Enemy attack!" He Degong raised a silver armor shield to protect himself and shouted loudly.

There was no need for him to remind them, as they were all people living on the edge of a knife. Like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, the caravan members scattered in all directions, each using their own methods and using all kinds of defensive magic weapons and talismans to protect themselves!
"Don't worry about the box truck for now, everyone hide! Wang Shan, Ma Fu, why haven't you sent any news from your Flying Spirit Birds? Where's He Zhongren? Is he dead?" He Degong scolded the people who were on guard.

"Damn it, what's there to ask! These three people are not here, they are either dead or ran away! What's the difference! Be damn careful, the black needles used by this group of people will at least cost you half your life if you don't die." Wang Daoqiong hid in the back of the carriage and reminded them while cursing. He had just saved his life and his face looked very ugly.

"How could He Zhong run away?" He Degong denied it in his heart. This family had been servants of the He family for nine generations. Without his loyalty, how could the He family teach him the magic?

"kill!"

Just as He Degong was thinking, a large group of monks attacked.

"Twenty people, that's a lot! Even if we win, almost all of them will die!" He Degong thought, "Whose friends are they? We are the He family's caravan. We can discuss anything!"

"I'm a Black Mountain bandit, and I'm here for your He family. I can't take He Dezong away, but your lives are not that hard!" A dark-faced burly man among the monks said hatefully, holding a heavy blue sword in both hands and running straight towards He Degong.

Black Mountain Bandits? He Degong didn't have time to think. The strong man's cultivation was not weak, about the seventh level of Qi training. He couldn't hold on for long.

The two first-grade fire dragon talismans were used. The strong man slashed them open with one sword, and then slashed He Degong's silver armor shield with another sword. He Degong was almost knocked over by the force transmitted from the shield, and his face darkened.

"High-quality magic weapon!"

Two close monks came to protect him. The wooden board-shaped defensive magic weapon raised by one of them was only of low grade. The sturdy man slashed it horizontally, and the wooden board was chopped into pieces. The monk's face turned pale, and he quickly stepped back, and was almost chopped in half by the sturdy man.

"Brother, how could we have provoked such a ruthless person!" He Degong secretly groaned, threw out a handful of talismans, and struggled to support him with his two subordinates.

"No more fighting, no more fighting, I surrender! I surrender!"

A pale-faced young scholar in the caravan cried out in pain when he saw his Ruyi-shaped magic weapon lose its luster after being hit by his opponent.

He just came here to earn a few spirit stones, why bother losing his life here? At worst, he could just work with this group of Black Mountain Bandits and sell it to any family! "Capture your grandma!" The Black Mountain Bandit showed no mercy.

While the scholar had completely lost his will to fight, he dodged the Ruyi and summoned a pitch-black spear, which easily pierced through the several golden shields that the scholar had put in front of him, leaving only a fist-sized hole in his throat.

The Black Mountain thief was very agile. He didn't even pick up the scholar's storage bag and went on to find his next opponent.

"Where did the boss of the He family make enemies? He killed people! He is trying to take lives! Put away your little tricks, nothing is more important than life!" Wang Daoqiong was forming a formation with a few close monks to protect themselves. He has been running a caravan for so many years, and what he fears most is death.

The one who asks for money is the master’s money, and he doesn’t feel sorry for it, but his life is his own!
When did the Black Mountain Bandits appear? How could there be so many good hands? They are trying to use the reputation of the He family to establish a stick!

After all, he had a high level of cultivation, and the talismans and magic weapons in the hands of the caravan guards around him were much better than those of the other side. Facing enemies that were twice his number, he was able to cope with them for a while. Wang Daoqiong even took the opportunity to injure the legs of a Black Mountain bandit with a sword.

"One is at the seventh level of Qi training, two are at the sixth level, one is at the fifth level, and the rest are all below the fourth level."

Jiang Qingyu used the third-level Qingfeng Sword to deal with a green-faced old man who was at the fifth level of Qi training. He began to think in his mind that this group of thieves was not much stronger than the caravan.

But the caravan lost the initiative and was robbed of its momentum by the Black Mountain bandits, so they had to fight!

Wang Daoqiong and I are both at the sixth level of Qi training, He Degong and his two confidants are at the fourth level of Qi training, and the remaining eleven or twelve people are at the early stage of Qi training. Not only is there a chance of fighting, but we are sure to win!
Jiang Qing forced the opponent in front of him back with a sword, and glanced at the bandit leader who had put He Degong in danger. What a good opponent!
After thinking about it, Jiang Qing was in no mood to play with the green-faced old man in front of him. He pinched the sword gesture in his hand, and the three-turn green sword spun half a circle in the air, emitting three green rays of light.

The green-faced old man opposite was using a black stone tablet to block the attack, but three deep marks appeared on his face, which frightened him so much that he used his body skills to retreat several feet.

"Just some common tricks!" Jiang Qing saw this and took advantage of the situation to pursue the victory. The sword gestures in his hand changed, and the three-turn Qingfeng sword roared, bringing with it a scorching sun energy and shooting straight forward.

The green-faced old man's expression changed several times. He realized that he could not avoid it. Finally, he gritted his teeth and sacrificed the black stone tablet to meet the attack. At the same time, he took out a jade axe and chopped Jiang Qing's head.

"Bang!" The black stone tablet couldn't resist at all and was knocked far away by the three-turn Qingfeng sword. Jiang Qing's sword changed its momentum, and the scorching sun energy on the sword edge became stronger. He swung the jade axe away and took the green-faced old man's head with ease.

"Third in command!" The Black Mountain Bandits were all furious when they saw this.

Jiang Qing had been educated by Kang Dabao for many years and had always been frugal. He had just received the magic weapon and storage bag from the green-faced old man when a leader of the sixth level of Qi training and seven or eight minions rushed over.

The pressure on Wang Daoqiong and his gang was instantly reduced, but the opponent's other leader, who was at the sixth level of Qi training, was no less capable than Wang Daoqiong, and there were many casualties in the caravan, so they were still suppressed and the situation did not improve!

"Come on!" Jiang Qing raised his sword and the restriction on the white cloud robe flashed, and he swept past the horse-faced monk who was the sixth level of Qi training and rushed into the opponent's formation. The long-bearded monk who was facing him flashed a trace of cruelty on his face. At this time, there was no way to avoid it, and he could only fight to the death! What's there to be afraid of!

"Puff." The long-bearded monk took out the white jade plate and was hit by Jiang Qing's sword. Three cracks appeared on his face.

He did not have time to feel bad, so he took back the white jade card and threw out a talisman, intending to delay the opponent and hide back to the leader's side. He just dodged and was about to leave, but saw a green light breaking through the talisman, with a sharp aura.

"How could it be so fast!" He didn't even have time to sacrifice the white jade token and could only stare blankly and wait for death!

"Deacon Ge!" The bandits saw the enemy killing another person while being surrounded by them!
At this time Jiang Qing had no time to put away the storage bag. He first avoided the flaming palm of the horse-faced monk, then leaned sideways with the long sword in his hand and lightly tapped the forehead of a fourth-level Qi training monk.

Another person died!
Kill three people in a row!

The group of bandits surrounding Jiang Qing felt a little scared, and the horse-faced monk looked even uglier.

"What are you standing there for! If he doesn't die, we will." The horse-faced monk shouted coldly, as a warning to the bandits.

They rushed forward again, surrounding Jiang Qing tightly and temporarily suppressing Jiang Qing's momentum.

But how could these people stop him for long? Jiang Qing was ruthless. With three sword strikes, three more cultivators in the early stage of Qi training died! Half of the people who surrounded him were dead!

The horse-faced monk was even more anxious. His methods were actually not weak. He had already mastered the middle-grade Fire Gathering Palm of the Wild Rank and it was extremely powerful.

However, Jiang Qing's body was so light and nimble and he had the blessing of the white cloud robe, so he couldn't be hit at all. Not to mention being unable to hit him, he couldn't even be stopped!

He didn't have any good defensive weapon in his hand. If the flying sword got close to him, he would be killed in a few hits. He had to find another way.

"Damn it!" The horse-faced monk gritted his teeth, took out a piece of fine yellow paper and held it in mid-air, then spat out a stream of black blood and sprayed it on the paper. He curled his fingers into a sword, dipped the black blood, and drew a mysterious rune on the fine yellow paper.

After doing all this, his eyes suddenly turned dark, and his momentum dropped significantly, obviously he was exhausted.

The fine yellow paper fluttered in the wind, and the runes on it flashed a mysterious light, and then the mysterious light was projected above the fine yellow paper.

The mysterious light runes gathered together to form a black light curtain the size of an egg. After a while, a black light shot out from the light curtain and fell to the ground, taking shape, revealing an evil creature shrouded in death.

The evil creature roared strangely and spit out several sharp spikes from its mouth, shooting at Jiang Qing's vital points.

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