Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 200: How is it so amazing?

The sky was overcast, the wind was strong, and it rained a bit. A group of people were taking shelter from the rain in a mountain temple by the roadside.

Among them were wandering swordsmen, nearby farmers dressed in coarse hemp clothing, and a small group of merchants.

The crowd was noisy and crowded into the small temple.

Several江湖客 (jianghu keke, martial arts practitioners) were a group of rough men with thick beards. They were quite skilled and called themselves the Four Heroes of Nanshan.

They had experienced the Ta Yunxia Incident and then traveled the world for a long time. Hearing that the Prince of the Northern Border was recruiting talented individuals, they wanted to seek a livelihood there.

Although many storytellers in towns may tell tales of chivalrous heroes traveling the world, how many chivalrous heroes in this world don't need to eat or drink?

Most people eventually have to find a way to make a living.

In fact, the four of them had applied to be retainers of the general before, but because they were not skilled enough, they were turned away by the general's mansion. After traveling around the martial arts world, they dared to visit the prince.

"I wonder how that young master I saw the other day is doing." While sheltering from the rain, the eldest of the four heroes suddenly muttered something as if he had just remembered something.

"Who?"

"It's the one we saw at Ta Yunxia before."

“We have seen many people at Ta Yunxia, ​​and I can’t count the number of those who can be called ‘young masters’ on two hands.”

"Don't joke with me." The leader's face darkened noticeably. "Didn't you hear about a young master fighting with Feng Aoshan's men in the tavern? I'm talking about him."

"Oh, I remember now. He's gotten himself into trouble with Feng Aoshan; he probably won't last long."

"I suppose so."

The three men's conversation drew the attention of the others in the mountain temple. The caravan's martial arts expert, upon hearing this, gave a soft snort, which also caught the attention of the four heroes.

The eldest brother's face darkened, and he coldly snorted:

"What insightful opinion do you have? Please speak frankly. We brothers are also puzzled by your cold attitude."

"The Feng'ao Mountain you mentioned was wiped out a few months ago. Where are the bandits from Feng'ao Mountain in the martial arts world anymore? Even the roadside bandits have become much more subdued."

"what?"

The Four Heroes of Nanshan looked at each other in astonishment.

News from the martial arts world isn't always quick; if you're not careful, it's not uncommon to find out a year or two later.

But that was Feng'ao Mountain! A notorious bandit stronghold, just gone like that?

The eldest brother couldn't help but subconsciously recall the scene he had witnessed at the restaurant that sold pig's head meat that day.

The handsome young man casually knocked on Feng Aoshan's accounting office with his strange martial arts skills.

Could it be that the young master has taken down Feng Ao Mountain in one fell swoop?

"May I ask, brother, who destroyed Feng'ao Mountain?"

"I don't know. I've only heard that the imperial court has taken action. It must be a master from the capital."

The eldest brother nodded knowingly.

If the imperial court takes action, the mere Feng'ao Mountain will naturally be no match for it.

For a moment just now, he even suspected that the young master had taken a dislike to the mountain stronghold and destroyed it, but it seems he was overthinking it.

Even though that young master was incredibly capable, he was ultimately all alone.

After the conversation, the mountain temple fell silent once more.

The eldest of the Four Heroes glanced sideways at the temple. Thick fog filled the air, and the mountain rain blurred the view, with distant peaks shrouded in mist barely visible.

It has a unique kind of beauty.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came from afar. Looking closely, they saw a group of people escorting a cart.

There was a middle-aged man on the bus wearing shackles and with lifeless eyes.

A convoy escorted by government officials!
Before the leader could even get nervous, he saw that the person leading the convoy was a handsome young man who looked very familiar.

If it were someone else, they might not remember it very clearly, but this young master was so handsome that they remembered him after just one glance.

Isn't this the young master I've been thinking about?

The entire group carried umbrellas that looked like sheets of white paper, either by hand or on their shoulders, to shield themselves from the rain.

Upon reaching the mountain temple, the group glanced inside and saw many people seeking shelter from the rain. They whispered a few words, and perhaps because the rain was still light, they did not stop and urged their horses forward.

The eldest brother looked at the young master, wanting to greet him, but fearing that the other party might not remember him and would make a fool of himself, he ultimately gave up.

Just as he was about to watch them leave, the eldest brother suddenly saw several farmers who had been taking shelter from the rain get up and walk straight in the direction of the young master.

Before they could react, the men had already pulled out cornbread from their pockets and thrown it at the people and horses in the distance!

Several steamed buns fell into the water, instantly expanded and burst open, turning into a wisp of yellow smoke that drifted towards the convoy.

The young master in the carriage was not surprised at all upon seeing this. Instead, he chuckled and opened his mouth to aim at the flying yellow energy.

Suddenly, a gust of wind surged, and the surrounding rain and the yellow mist in front of him poured straight into his mouth!
In the blink of an eye, the rain stopped and the fog dissipated, and the world became clear.

The young master then took out a few pebbles from his pocket and threw them at the men who were rushing towards him.

A pebble pierced a man's forehead, blood gushed out, and several men staggered and fell to the ground, dying instantly.

The Four Heroes of Nanshan were completely dumbfounded.

What happened? Why did they start fighting? Aren't these people villagers from nearby?
However, before the four old men could react, several merchants next to the martial arts master who had been speaking to them jumped up as well.

They opened their sleeves, and throwing knives and steel needles flew out from their clothes, aiming directly at the carriage in the distance.

At this moment, the unassuming Taoist priest took out a sandbag that children used to play with from his bosom and threw it at the hidden weapon.

The moment the dangling pouch made contact with the hidden weapon, it rapidly expanded, enveloping the flying weapon completely before slamming it to the ground with a thud!
Seeing that things were not going well, the merchants turned to flee, only to find a petite young girl standing behind them.

Jiang Jinyue stretched out her arms and pressed them down on the group of merchants. The merchants hit the ground on the back of their heads and died instantly.

In the blink of an eye, most of the people who had been taking shelter from the rain in the temple were dead, their bodies scattered on the ground. The remaining people were clearly terrified, cowering in place, trembling, too afraid to move.

After everything was settled, the young master dismounted. Holding a paper umbrella, he slowly strolled to the temple, his gaze sweeping over the remaining Four Heroes of Nanshan and the martial arts community.

"Are you here to kill Liu Shuwen too?" the young master asked with a smile.

The rest were completely confused, shaking their heads vigorously; the leader of the Four Heroes of Nanshan repeatedly said:

"Young master, we've met before at Ta Yunxia's place!"

The young master stared at the eldest brother's face for a long time:
"Yes...really?"

Yes. Yes.

"I see." The young master said, "Since you're not here to kill Liu Shuwen, then rest here and take shelter from the rain. It's raining heavily today, and walking in the rain will easily make you catch a cold."

The eldest brother nodded repeatedly.

The young master smiled and turned around, then mounted his horse again.

The convoy swayed and staggered away again, disappearing completely into the depths of the rain and mist.

The remaining people then came to their senses.

They stared at the corpses on the ground with complicated expressions, completely disoriented.

If it were them, they probably wouldn't be able to hold out for very long either.

Such skill is truly formidable.

The Four Heroes of Nanshan, having regained their senses, looked at the equally bewildered martial arts practitioners standing beside them:
"Hey guys, what's up with this group of merchants you're escorting? Why did they suddenly pull out weapons and attack them?"

Upon hearing this, the martial arts practitioners also showed puzzled expressions: "We don't know either. We were assigned this escort mission yesterday morning, and we were asked to escort them along this road to the Northern Border. We thought it was a good job, but we never expected to encounter something like this."

This guy really went to great lengths to kill someone.

The leader turned his head and looked in the direction the convoy had left.

The rain started again, and the mountain fog rolled in once more, obscuring the road ahead. The convoy was completely out of sight.

The eldest brother was momentarily dazed.

Could it be that this young master really leveled Feng'ao Mountain?

……

"Many more people have died."

The sky remained overcast, as is often the case in summer.

It rains frequently.

The bamboo shelter, where people could take shelter from the rain, was surrounded by thick fog, obscuring the surrounding roads. No one else could enter; it was a truly quiet place.

Several martial arts figures were gathered around the table, dressed in various styles. Some looked like merchants, some like butchers, and others were simply dressed in black with gloomy faces.

Several people sat around the table, seemingly drinking tea. But as they were drinking, the man who looked like a merchant suddenly slammed his hand on the table, causing the tea to spill over.

"This is bizarre! Who exactly did the Dali Temple send this time? How are they so skilled?"

“I know that woman. She’s Jiang Jinyue, a famous constable from the Six Doors, from the Fifth Heaven,” the butcher said.

"That woman only killed a few!" The middle-aged man, who looked like a businessman, nearly bulged his eyes out. "I'm asking about that man! That young man! What kind of monster is he! Do you know how many people he's killed!"

"I don't know about that. There's no such person in the martial arts world. It's like they just appeared out of nowhere."

"If the information isn't complete, we'll offer a reward! Those bastards in the capital!" The merchant slammed his fist on the table, gritting his teeth, and stormed out.

"What are you going to do?"

"Those people in the capital are dishonest. I can't just watch my men die in vain." The merchant flicked his sleeve and walked away. "I'm not doing this job! You two can go ahead and add more lives to the line if you want, I won't stop you!"

His figure slowly disappeared into the surrounding clouds and mist, his whereabouts unknown.

After the merchant left, the butcher turned his head and looked at the man in black robes:
"How so? I don't want to do this job anymore either. Those corrupt officials are really unethical. My men are already complaining. Who wants to do something that's just a death sentence?"

"...Wait a little longer."

"Wait some more?" The butcher looked at the man in black robes with suspicion: "You scoundrel, did you somehow manage to get some benefits from the capital?"

The man in the black robe remained silent.

"Alright, I won't ask any more questions about this. I just advise you to be careful so you don't get yourself into trouble."

The butcher also got up, picked up the long knife from the table, and left.

After the two men had both left, the man in black sighed.

He stood up and bowed respectfully towards the direction of the fog.

His back was almost bent over to the ground:
“Old Master, the brothers in the pavilion are indeed reaching their limit. They have all staked their lives on me, and I really can’t bear to continue treating them like this.”

No sound came from the thick fog; it was as quiet as death. Yet the man in the black robe only felt a slight chill on his neck.

He kept the rest of his words to himself, and after most of the day, he didn't even dare to utter a sigh.

The red ribbons on their pavilions and the other two sides are not the same.

On the surface, they need to kill Liu Shuwen.

And actually...

The man in black subconsciously recalled the drawing he had seen before, which was their target this time.

He still remembers it to this day.

The picture depicts a handsome young man.

(End of this chapter)