What do you mean by "the game editor has also traveled through time"?

At the same time.

Zhangjia Village, Zhangjia—the owner of the land.

If you want to know where Song Wen, the leader of the team, who is just as righteous as Brother Dou, went when the bandits arrived, just look in the hall and you'll know.

Not only Song Wen, but also the two big landlords Zhang and Huang were sitting on either side. The one sitting high in the main hall was dressed the same as the three bandits outside the village, but he was very imposing and looked like at least a minor leader.

He picked up the teacup with his rough hand, not caring about the heat, and gulped it all down into his mouth.

With a hiss, he said:

"Our sixth son died under mysterious circumstances in your Zhangjia Village. This matter needs to be explained."

Master Zhang: "The Fifth and Sixth Masters died on a small hill that winds its way out of Duan Yue Mountain. How can you say that it's within the territory of our Zhang Family Village? We, the people of Zhang Family Village, know nothing about this."

"Um?"

Master Huang quickly spoke up, saying some polite words and expressing his grief, and finally added, "The Fifth Master is overwhelmed with sorrow, so our Zhang Family Village is willing to offer a pound of deer antler to the Fifth Master to help him recover."

However, the bandit did not respond, but stared straight at Song Wen.

Song Wen: "Yesterday, Master Chen gave me a bead..."

"Which Master Chen? Chen Shiqing from Chongxu Temple?" the bandit interrupted.

"It is indeed Master Chen Shiqing, this bead is said to be a good thing for replenishing yang!" Master Huang said with a smile, thinking to himself that it was just a matter of extortion, and now he should be satisfied.

Unexpectedly, the bandits waved their hands dismissively:

"Don't try to intimidate me with Chen Shiqing! What kind of aphrodisiac stuff is that? What man needs to use such a thing? Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

Then, just as Master Huang was secretly pleased, he changed the subject again—"Add one pound of deer antler."

Master Huang felt dizzy and disoriented, and his mind raced with calculations.

One tael of deer antler is worth one tael of silver, which is twenty taels of silver. Even if we split the cost with the Zhang family—we don't need to split it in half anymore.

Because the fifth leader spoke again, pointing at Master Zhang, and lightly uttered three words:

"The same to you."

"..."

The fifth leader rolled his eyes and realized that Zhangjia Village was indeed unaware of Liu Zi's affairs, but with Chen Shiqing in the middle, he couldn't go too far.

Now that I have substance, all I need to do is add appearances.

Otherwise, if word gets out, people will think that Juyi Village can't stand up anymore.

So he spoke:

"I heard that a knowledgeable Taoist priest has recently arrived in your village? I'll take him."

"But the fifth leader... he's a man."

Clang.

Immediately, a footprint appeared on the thick layer of fat around Master Huang's waist.

"Damn it, what do you mean male or female? I need a schoolteacher, someone to teach my brothers to read! And while you're at it, tell me what those bald monks in the Northwest look like."

These days, even bandits have to study?

Everyone found it absurd; no wonder Juyi Village hadn't been wiped out for so many years.

After thinking for a moment, Song Wen finally spoke:

"Fifth Master, Master Chen also gave him those black beads yesterday, and he gave him three of them."

At this point, the only option left was to bring up Chen Shiqing. Although Master Chen's heart was not as magnanimous as the ocean, it was still as magnanimous as a lake. Besides, he would not take anyone's life.

It's better than being kidnapped by bandits.

Besides, that's the truth; what the bandits think is their business.

--"master!"

The arrival of someone from outside broke the silence inside the hall.

But when the visitor saw the person at the head of the table, he was immediately dumbfounded. Was the master going to join the Juyi Village?

Master Zhang coughed twice: "What is it? Speak."

"That guy surnamed Xu, he... he, he killed those three bandits."

"What?"

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"What?"

"You're saying Uncle Fu ate your wild ginseng? And you want us to pay you fifty taels of silver?"

Upon hearing the bandit's words, Xu Shimo almost burst out laughing.

What wild ginseng? It's probably wild radish. Besides, even if Uncle Fu was born in the Year of the Rabbit, he shouldn't be eating this fast.

Deceiving too much!

In an instant, everyone in Zhangjia Village with a shred of courage was enraged.

Seeing this, the bandit raised his whip, ready to give them a hard time.

But even faster than the whip was Xu Shimo's palm.

He raised his elbow, and the power of his internal energy circulated rapidly. Then, he unleashed a swift force along his shoulder and meridians, finally striking the bandit's wrist.

Although it was only a matter of Qi and Blood, and the force quickly diminished after leaving the palm, it still made the bandit feel dizzy for a moment.

The next blow was a hoe.

Xu Shimo snatched it from Zhang Fengshui's hand, then swung it powerfully, drawing a beautiful arc in the air before splattering blood with a loud bang.

The entire process was completed almost instantly.

Even with the strength of an ordinary adult, this hoe strike would be fatal, let alone Xu Shimo, who is at the first level of Qi and Blood.

Without a doubt, the bandit lying on the ground was dead beyond any doubt.

As for the other two, before they could even draw their knives, their eyes widened, they were struck by Xu Shimo's powerful palm strikes.

At the same time, Xu Shimo heard two sounds of ribs breaking.

It really is the Black Wind Palm at its peak!

Both of them fell to the ground, spitting out blood, but Xu Shimo had used all his strength in those two blows in his desperation.

His face was pale, and he almost fell to the ground.

The onlookers reacted instantly, surrounding the two bandits, but took no further action.

Zhang Fengshui gritted his teeth, picked up a large rock from the side, and smashed it hard on the head of one of the bandits.

Seeing this, Zhang Fu looked around and then also picked up a hoe.

One hoe.

Two hoes.

Three hoes.

Bloody.

At this point, all three bandits lay on the ground, lifeless.

The air was thick with the smell of blood. All eyes were on the young man sitting on the ground, panting. No one asked where the palm technique or martial arts came from, and no one even spoke.

But there was a different meaning in everyone's eyes.

It's called reverence.

Xu Shimo looked at the three heads in front of him and couldn't quite describe his feelings for a moment, but he quickly recovered.

—He's not some innocent college student, but a geologist and tough guy who braves wind and snow, emerges from yellow sand, travels tens of thousands of miles over mountains and rivers, and wears out his iron shoes a million times.

He calmly stood up and calmly began to search the corpse. The drop rate wasn't as high as in the game, but there were still two taels of silver and a small piece of wild ginseng.

He collected one ounce and tucked it into his pocket along with the wild ginseng.

"I've divided it among everyone." He handed the remaining one or two taels of silver to Zhang Fengshui, and then handed him a knife.

There were three knives in total. Xu Shimo took one for himself, and Zhang Fengshui and Zhang Fu, who were making the moves, each took one.

No one had any objections.

Xu Shimo:

"Throw the body into the ditch outside the village, then everyone go home and don't move around. I'm going to find Team Leader Song."

As he spoke, he quickly walked into the village, a surge of emotions welling up within him.

Why...

I just want to live. I've transmigrated here, and here I am, surrounded by cold winds and thick snow, with treacherous Buddha faces and these bandits. Why are they forcing me to this?

Why can't I do what these bandits can do?

Having made up his mind, Xu Shimo quickened his pace, only to bump into Huang Jiapu, who had rushed over to find him.

"Young Master Xu, we've been looking for you. Our master requests your presence."

Xu Shimo looked up and was startled by the servant.

What a powerful malevolent aura!

Could it be that he just came back from hunting? The servant wondered to himself, but when he saw the knife in Xu Shimo's hand, he finally realized something.