Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 217 If you can eat, you can live; if you can't eat, you will die!
The present world is a chaotic world in which nine kingdoms stand side by side, namely Liyang, Western Chu, Western Shu, Northern Han, Great Wei, Later Song, Later Sui, Eastern Yue, and Southern Tang.

Then, Liyang, a barbarian land on the border of the Central Plains, destroyed eight states during the Spring and Autumn Period and added thirteen provinces, bringing its territory to nineteen provinces.

Xu Xiao, who made great contributions to the Liyang Dynasty, became the only remaining king of a different surname after his meritorious service in annihilating six kingdoms, and ruled over the three northwestern states.

In the southeast of Liyang, outside a small county town, two boys of about sixteen or seventeen years old were panting as they searched for something.

"Xiao Ran, don't worry, we will definitely find Wangcai."

A boy with hair like a tangled haystack offered words of comfort. He had a wooden sword slung across his shoulder, thick eyebrows, and bright eyes, giving him an air of untamed spirit.

Another boy was dressed in a gray linen shirt. Although he had a handsome face, his skin was rough and his hands showed the calluses from years of working in the fields. It was as if a beautiful jade had been covered in dust.

"Wen Hua, Aunt Lin just said that two beggars stole Wangcai, and it's been almost half an hour already." A bitter look appeared on the lips of the young man in the gray linen shirt.
Do you think they might...?

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Hua quickly interrupted him:

"Pah, pah, pah, no, Wangcai is lucky and has a long life, he will definitely be fine."

"According to Aunt Lin, the two beggars were an old man and a young man. The old man carried a long, narrow bag wrapped in rags, had white hair, and was leading a skinny, lame horse. The young man was dressed in rags and had a dirty face."

"Anyone who has encountered them must have a deep impression of them. We have searched all the way to this place, and this road has no forks, leading directly to the county town."

"If we keep chasing them, we're sure we'll find their trail."

After saying that, he quickened his pace, and the boy in the gray linen shirt immediately followed.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the two men asked everyone they met for information about the two beggars, and finally tracked them down to where they were staying.

But all that remained was a extinguished campfire and a pile of dog bones.

The boy in the gray linen shirt was struck dumb, staring blankly at the scene before him.

"Xiao Ran, this...it shouldn't be Wang Cai, it definitely isn't. Let's keep investigating," Wen Hua hurriedly said.

The boy in the grey linen shirt knelt down, picked up a bloodied severed tail, and then, trembling slightly, picked up a twisted leg bone, saying softly:
“When I was nine years old, my parents passed away one after another. To bury them, the family’s savings were almost exhausted, leaving only two acres of poor land. After that, some distant relatives tried to take advantage of our family’s poverty.”

"In the end, it was Wangcai who protected me when I was young. For this, it lost a leg, a broken ear, and most of its tail was bald."

"For the next two or three years, I worked in the fields and went up the mountain to chop firewood, and I relied entirely on its care. Many times, it was its calls that saved me from attacks by snakes and insects."

"As it grows old, I will say to it in person, 'You once protected me, now it's my turn to protect you.'"

After speaking, the man in gray clothes and linen clothes paused, a glint of white light appearing deep in his eyes.

Wen Hua's face darkened, unsure how to comfort him. He, too, had lost his parents when he was young, but he had his older brother and sister-in-law to rely on. His brother had always cared for him, and his sister-in-law, though she complained that he was too ambitious, had never treated him poorly.

He simply disliked his sister-in-law's nagging, so he took a wooden sword he made himself and left home to venture into the world.

Unexpectedly, after leaving the village, passing through the town, and arriving in the county seat, I was defeated by the harsh reality.

The real martial arts world has no elegant figures in green robes wielding swords, no breathtaking sights of flying swords across mountains and rivers, no chivalrous heroes punishing evil and upholding justice, and no exhilarating moments of righteous indignation. It only has the wretchedness of being hungry and the unbearable hardships of wind, frost, rain, and snow.

Thanks to the help of this boy of the same age in front of him, he was spared from resorting to petty theft.

Unwilling to go home like this, and still holding onto the dream of wandering the martial arts world, he helped the gray-clad boy with his work while also encouraging this peer who only wanted to farm to venture into the martial arts world.

It suddenly dawned on me that one person is ultimately powerless and alone; if I had a helper, I certainly wouldn't be in such a sorry state.

Just then, the weather suddenly changed. The bright, clear sky turned gloomy, thick dark clouds appeared, and thunder roared. A bolt of lightning ripped across the sky, illuminating it.

Wen Hua was taken aback when he saw the gray-clad boy suddenly stand up, his long hair flowing freely, moving without wind, and his eyes, which had always conveyed a sense of simplicity and resilience, now revealing an unfathomable depth.

He couldn't help but ask:
"Xiao Ran, what's wrong?" "Wang Cai is feeling lonely walking alone on the road to the underworld. He needs to repay kindness with kindness."

A brilliant light appeared between the ancestral apertures of the gray-robed, linen-clad youth's brows as he calmly said:

"Heaven and earth shall be my weapons, and the eight desolate fire dragons shall appear!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the clouds in the sky began to surge wildly, and an inexplicable mysteries of heaven and earth began to vibrate. A faint golden light shone through the edges of the thick black clouds, and in an instant, a blazing and churning aura covered an area of ​​a hundred miles.

A thunderous roar erupted, and a colossal fire dragon, as dazzling as the blazing sun and impossible to look directly at, flew out from the thick, dark clouds.

Wen Hua stared dumbfounded at the enormous fire dragon above the gray-clad boy's head, trembling as he said:

"Xiao Ran, are you... a celestial being descended to earth?"

"In this world, I am a true deity. Help me collect Wangcai's remains, and I will be right back."

Zhuang Buran used his divine speed to demonstrate his ability to fly through the clouds, and a huge fire dragon quickly caught up with him, hovering beneath him, making him feel as if he were riding a dragon.

On a flat, wide meadow, lay an old man and a young boy, both well-fed and watered, with a thin, lame horse beside them.

"We finally had a good meal today and were just looking forward to a good night's sleep, but the weather is not cooperating. It feels like a downpour could happen at any moment."

"Old Huang, get up quickly, we need to find somewhere to take shelter from the rain."

As the ragged young beggar shook his head and stood up, he saw that the disheveled old man who had been following him all along had an extremely solemn expression, no longer showing any of his simple-mindedness.

A gray linen shirt boy appeared before the two of them at a speed that seemed extremely slow but was actually extremely fast.

He said calmly and slowly:
"Gentlemen, do you know that the dog you are eating today is mine?"

"Oh no, the victim has come knocking." The young beggar, Xu Fengnian, whispered:

"Old Huang, this guy seems to know martial arts, and he seems to be a master. I don't think he can slip away like he used to."

Jian Jiuhuang, abandoning his usual jovial demeanor with Xu Fengnian, shielded him behind him, then placed the wooden box on his back in front of him and said in a deep voice:
"You have no internal energy or strength, yet your every move resonates with heaven and earth. You dress like a poor boy. When did such a freak appear in the martial world?"

The gray-clad boy in linen clothes said expressionlessly:

"My dog ​​died. Did you two leave anything behind?"

Before Jian Jiuhuang could reply, Xu Fengnian said casually:

"It's just a dog. Don't let my current appearance fool you; I have plenty of money at home. When I get back, I'll repay you with a fortune."

"This deal will ensure you never have to worry about food or clothing for the rest of your life, and you can have any dog ​​you want."

He added at the very end:
"Besides, your dog doesn't look like it'll live much longer. Trading a dying old dog for a lifetime of wealth, don't you think you've made a huge profit?"

In an instant, a blazing flame descended upon the two from the dark clouds.

The wooden box in front of Jian Jiuhuang trembled like a dragon's roar, buzzing and shaking the soul.

Three sharp swords shot out in an instant, transforming into a sky full of sword light, extinguishing the falling flames with an overwhelming force that enveloped the heavens and earth.

"You like to eat, right? I still have a fire dragon, so you can keep eating."

Zhuang Bu Ran's face was as calm as a still lake.
"If you can eat, you can live; if you can't eat, you'll die!"

(End of this chapter)