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The shuttle soared into the sky, heading towards the Hexi Valley...

Chung-hachi and Shin-san were still somewhat nervous, yes, nervous...

Because I contacted the company owner last night, the price surprised him greatly. He told them that if the deal went smoothly, it would be a great success.

They were very worried that something might go wrong on this trip.

These two had spent many years traveling the martial arts world, encountering all sorts of people, and were well aware of how unpredictable human nature can be.

Logically speaking, the villagers were suddenly given a powerful weapon like a gun, and they were in high spirits. However, getting them to hand over the gun smoothly would be a huge psychological letdown.

If the villagers collectively resist, it will cause a big problem.

Although their cultivation levels were all at the "Flower" level—both literary and Daoist are Flower level.

In theory, we are not afraid of anyone not cooperating.

But the villagers of Hexi Valley are no ordinary people.

They took over the Cangshan Sect's weapons and played with guns in new ways, even defying the world by getting bullets stained with filthy water. How utterly lawless they were!

The sect leader of Cangshan is no novice; he's also at the "Flower" level...

Amidst the turmoil, the shuttle flew past the Xiliang Mountains.

Suddenly, countless villagers appeared on the mountain peak, their guns pointed directly at the flying shuttle.

Suddenly, a figure stepped onto the side of the flying shuttle.

The warm winter sun shone on his face, and his handsome features were seen by the villagers of Hexi Valley.

"It's Young Master Zhou!" someone shouted.

"Put your gun away!" Zhang San shouted.

"Welcome, young master!" Xu Hai shouted...

The weapons were disarmed instantly.

As the shuttle landed, countless villagers came from all directions, forming an encirclement.

However, their faces were all beaming with excited joy, and there was not a trace of "unruly" about them.

Zhou Wenju stepped out of the flying shuttle, and Zhang San was the first to greet him.

"Third brother, is the clan leader present?"

"This old man is here!" The clan chief squeezed through the crowd. "Greetings, young master!"

He bowed deeply.

"Let's find a place to talk about something!"

Soon, the same group of people gathered in the cave as before...

Zhou Wenju began, "I've come here today to discuss something with you."

The clan chief smiled: "Young master, you're too kind! There's no need to discuss it; just give the order!"

Another old man said, "I completely agree with the clan chief's words. Young master has worked so hard for the 30,000 people of Hexi and risked so much danger. Yet, if the villagers of Hexi frown at his orders, they are all ungrateful."

Zhang San stood up: "Young master, you've seen it yourself. There's no need for discussion; just give the order!"

"Alright!" Zhou Wenju didn't mince words. "I'm here today to make you hand over all your guns and bullets!"

Upon hearing this, the entire cave fell silent...

A complex emotion flowed across everyone's faces...

They truly experienced what it meant to have hope emerge from the barrel of a gun!

In the past, they lived without dignity, and death was never planned.

In less than a month, they started living like human beings.

What is it that they rely on?

Isn't it just a gun in his hand?

If the young master gives the order, they can pick up their guns at any time and fight for him on the battlefield.

But today, the young master's order is to surrender all guns and all bullets...

Zhou Wenju's gaze swept across everyone's faces: "Back then, I made guns for you only because there were two mountains weighing on your heads in Qishan County for fifty years, which you needed to overthrow with your own hands. But today, all the goals have been achieved. The guns in your hands are no longer a necessity for life, but will only become a source of trouble. Based on this, I have decided to sell all the guns to the imperial court, and the same goes for the bullets. Of course, the imperial court still needs a continuous supply of bullets for its border campaigns, so this bullet production line will remain in place, and may even need to increase its output."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang San stood up: "Clan chief, what the young master says makes sense! Why do we carry guns? Is it to dominate the area? No, absolutely not. What we want has always been justice! Survival! Now that the He and Li families have been wiped out, the one sitting in the county government office is Young Master Zhou's father, a righteous and respected official we all know. What use are guns then?"

Xu Hai also stood up: "That's exactly right! Haven't we all been worried that this matter would implicate the young master? Now that we've handed the gun over to the court, the court will no longer be wary of the young master. Isn't that exactly what we've been hoping for?"

That makes things clear.

Young Master Zhou risked his life for everyone, even with his head tied to his belt.

Everyone was worried that this matter would affect the young master.

Countless young men cleaned their guns and swore oaths, ready to fight to the death for their young master on the battlefield... or to storm the execution ground!

Now that the young master has reached a consensus with the court, isn't this the best outcome?

Everyone stood up: "By order of the young master!"

Zhou Wenju smiled: "Let's go!"

A group of people emerged from the cave and began hurriedly putting away their guns...

A gentle breeze blows, and the morning mist dissipates.

The distant Halfway Peak.

The healer's gaze fell upon the special mirror field formed by the "Demon Eye". Her eyes shone with boundless light. This hazy and slightly surprised look in her eyes, combined with her unusually beautiful sickly appearance, gave her a strange and wonderful beauty.

"Miss, did you ever expect it to end like this?" Beside her, the little white fox Xue'er sat on the ground like a human, her eyes filled with wisps of gray, maintaining the operation of her demonic eye.

"Miss, did you ever expect it to end like this?" Beside her, the little white fox Xue'er sat on the ground like a human, her eyes filled with wisps of gray, maintaining the operation of her demonic eye.

"I truly never expected this!" The Healer sighed softly. "He made the guns to eliminate a major threat to the villagers, and handed them over to mitigate the negative impact. He controlled the situation with ease, manipulating the situation as he pleased. His actions, whether releasing the guns or withdrawing them, demonstrated his compassion or his wisdom. It's not the art of war, yet it surpasses it!"

Xue'er smiled gently: "Now that his crisis is over, he should be able to take a break from his busy schedule. Would he like to come over?"

The healer gently shook her head: "The dynasty has already seen him. His future path is now vast and boundless, so why would he return to this place halfway through his journey? And why should he care about a withered flower that drifted down on a rainy night..."

puff!

She coughed up a mouthful of blood!

This mouthful of blood was surprisingly not fresh at all.

Xue'er was shocked. She raised her right claw, and a gray light pierced into the Immortal Healer's brow...

The healer took a deep breath and coughed for a long time before finally managing to stop...

"Miss, my evil aura is like drinking poison to quench your thirst. I can't let you touch it too much. You have to bear with it, bear with it..." Xue'er was so anxious that she was rubbing her hands together.

The Immortal Healer slowly raised her gaze and took a long breath: "I have returned from the Nine Netherworlds and cannot linger here any longer. Xue'er, my time is drawing near."

"Miss, please don't say that. The world is vast; perhaps there's still a way..."

"The world is vast, and I am but a half-peak of enlightenment. As for life and death in this world, I can only leave it to fate." The Immortal Healer smiled gently: "After five years of struggle, I have seen through all this. Leaving is not a bad thing. At least Xue'er, you no longer have to suffer by my side under the sun. You can finally return to your world, where you have your pursuits, your path of cultivation, and your vast sky..."

Xue'er sighed deeply, "Yes, that's where my world is, where my people are, where my vast land is! But Miss... will I still be able to find sisters there who understand me, share my joys and sorrows, and stand by me through thick and thin?"

The healer gently stroked her soft fur.

Xue'er gently placed one of her forelegs on her leg...

The whirlwind gunfight in the Hexi Valley quickly came to an end.

Three thousand guns were sent into the flying shuttle.

A million bullets were fired into the shuttle.

Even those large buckets of wicked water were given as a gift, and Xin Shisan loaded them onto the flying shuttle in a strange cauldron.

This cauldron was taken out of Shin-san's pocket. It was shimmering with light and extremely mystical. It magnified when it was placed on the ground.

However, once the water of the Way was poured in, it lost its supernatural powers.

It can no longer be carried back to the capital in a pocket; it can only be used as an ordinary water vat, and it must be sealed tightly.

Otherwise, if the flying shuttle is installed, the Heavenly Dao Formation on the shuttle will be disturbed, and it will not be able to fly.

Dozens of boxes of silver were also moved from the flying shuttle to the Hexi Valley.

The transaction is now complete.

Zhongba let out a soft breath: "Young Master Zhou, there is another matter. I will inform you of it through the transmission of my thoughts. Do not reveal it to others for the time being."

"Lord Zhong, please speak!" Zhou Wenju's voice also entered Zhongba's sea of ​​consciousness.

This was the first time in his life that he had used the divine power of literature: the transmission of sound through literature.

After reaching the Wenshan realm, one can transmit words through literature.

"On the seventh day of the second month next year, there will be a very high-level literary gathering called the Qingshan Literary Gathering. His Majesty is interested in having you attend!" Zhongba said, "If Young Master Zhou is willing, he can come to the capital after the New Year!"

"The Qingshan Literary Gathering?" Zhou Wenju's heart skipped a beat. "Lord Zhong said the standards are extremely high. Just how high?"

"This is a battle between the Great Yu Kingdom and the Great Yan Kingdom, concerning the stability of the northern border. Therefore, both countries are going all out!"

"Is this person truly qualified to participate in such an important matter?" Zhou Wenju asked.

"If a master of poetry isn't qualified, then who in the world is?" Zhongba chuckled lightly. "However, some people may not want to see you rise to power, so you need to keep this a secret for now. When you arrive in the capital, contact me beforehand, and I will come to pick you up to avoid any unforeseen events on your long journey to the capital."

"Lord Zhong is so sincere, I can only express my gratitude."

"So it's settled then?"

"good!"

Zhong Ba gently clasped his hands in a gesture of respect and withdrew from the literary transmission, saying, "Young Master Zhou, I shall take my leave today!"

"Respectfully seeing you off as you return to the capital!" Zhou Wenju bowed.

On the flying shuttle, Xin Shisan also clasped his hands in a traditional Jianghu salute: "Young Master Zhou, you might as well have the villagers of Hexi Valley increase the production of bullets. It is expected that the escorting officials from the capital will come again in a month."

"Rest assured, Lord Xin, the follow-up procedures have been finalized, and we will naturally proceed according to these procedures!" Zhou Wenju also bowed to Xin Shisan and agreed.

The arms deal was thus concluded.

The shuttle soared into the sky and disappeared beyond the clouds.

The clan leader waved his hand: "Young master, shall this 400,000 taels of silver be delivered to your residence now?"

"Send it to my residence?" Zhou Wenju frowned.

"Yes..." the clan chief said.

"You!" Zhou Wenju sighed softly, "The He and Li families have just finished extorting money from the people, and now you want me to do the same? Aren't you afraid I'll end up like them?"

"Young master, you are mistaken!" an old man said. "The He and Li families have been plundering the people's wealth without any moral justification or restraint. How can they be compared to you, young master?"

"Old sir, you are absolutely right! Taking things unjustly and exploiting them without restraint are evil deeds! The key is moderation!" Zhou Wenju said, "While I, Zhou Wenju, have certainly contributed to the acquisition of guns and ammunition, the villagers of Hexi have also played a crucial role. Everything must be taken in moderation! I won't be coy; I'll take 20%, and 80% will go to Hexi Valley. What do you think, clan chief and everyone else?"

Everyone was simultaneously shaken.

Before handing over the guns, no one had considered what they would get in return.

The villagers were very simple and honest; they let the young master make all the decisions.

The people from the imperial court have now left.

The money was left behind.

The clan chief's first reaction was to have the 400,000 taels of silver delivered to the young master's residence.

But the young master proposed a 20/80 split.

Could it be that the Hexi Valley could actually make a fortune?

Eighty percent of the 400,000 taels of silver, that is, 320,000 taels!

My goodness, there are only less than 30,000 people in Hexi Valley at present, and each person is worth 10 taels of silver?

This is just the first time; there will be more to come!

The demand for bullets is huge, and bullet manufacturing is not difficult nowadays. With a large workforce, it's easy to produce a million bullets a month.

At a price of one cent per piece.

He earns 80,000 taels every month.

Is Hexi Valley still the barren mountains and bad waters of Lingnan?

Isn't this even richer than the wealthiest region in Jiangnan?

"Young master, this won't do! How can you only take 20%?" the clan chief said. "If you truly pity the suffering of our fellow villagers, then you should take 80%, and Hexi Valley will also appreciate your kindness and take 20%!"

"Alright, alright, let's not argue about this anymore. Money is enough as long as it's enough to get by. Arguing about this shows a lack of class!" Zhou Wenju said, "It's settled then! Don't argue anymore!"

The crowd fell silent.

Finally, after much difficulty, it was achieved...

The clan chief finally raised his hand: "Xu Hai, since the young master insists so much, then... send 80,000 taels of silver to the Qishan County government office."

"No way! Why are you sending it to the county government? You know my father, he really can't stand money..." Zhou Wenju objected, "Just send it to the 'Qiankun Bank' in the county town, exchange it for general-purpose banknotes, and give it to me directly!"

"yes!"

The matter of the banknotes is completely settled.

Zhou Wenju returned home.

Zhang San saw them off all the way...

"Third brother, have the villagers of Hexi Valley received their allotted land?"

"They've separated! Some people have left, while many others are reluctant to leave their hometowns."

"It's hard to leave one's homeland!" Zhou Wenju chuckled softly. "Has the Hexi Valley become their homeland too?"

"Who can argue with that? After all, this period of their lives has been the most exciting and eventful. Now that the young master has left a fortune for Hexi Valley, this place is becoming more and more promising." They had already reached the top of the hill, and Zhang San looked back from there.

"And you? Where is your allocated land?"

"I didn't want it!" Zhang San said.

"You don't want it?"

"I have no father, no mother, no relatives, no children. What use is land to me? So I gave it to Xu Laosi, who has many children," Zhang San said.

"Third brother!" Zhou Wenju slowly turned around: "Come with me!"

Zhang San was startled.

His eyes shone brightly.

He didn't want the land that was allocated to him!

The main reason is that he prefers the mountains and forests. How pleasant it would be to walk through the mountains and forests with a gun.

However, after today, he has no gun!

The mission of guarding Hexi Valley while traversing the mountains and forests is also gone—Hexi Valley is a place for forging weapons for the imperial dynasty, who would dare to disrupt the imperial dynasty's grand plan? Even if the villagers themselves have no ability to defend themselves, the imperial dynasty still has to protect this valley well.

His life goals were gone.

However, at this very moment, Zhou Wenju, the person he admired most, extended an olive branch to him.