The Heavens: Rebirth of Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 33 Going down the mountain

In the early morning, there was a cold wind and a drizzle.

A strong-looking young man wearing a bamboo hat came down the Shaoshi Mountain Road and rushed towards Xujiaji in the distance.

'After seven days of delay, most of the internal energy was transferred to the incarnation. This is enough to extend the existence of the incarnation for three months. It's true.'

This person is Ye Wuxin who sneaked out from the Shaolin Temple. The purpose of his trip is to find Qiao Feng and sit back and watch the development of the situation.

If things were as he thought, A'Zhu would not die, and the Liao Kingdom would change its dynasty after encountering a crisis of rebellion, then the 400,000 Liao army attacking the Song Dynasty would become a certainty.

As a human being, you have to have a conscience. If you lose your conscience, you will earn more by being emotional.

Four hundred thousand Liao troops went south because of him, and once the war started, a steady stream of emotional points would be recorded.

Thinking of this, he also understood why the system reward for that task was so high.

This system seems to be afraid of chaos in the world and wants to constantly capture human emotions, but it doesn't know what its purpose is.

Therefore, there were only two choices before him at this time.

"Sir, do you want to work as a professional or stay in a hotel?"

"One pound of stuffed osmanthus, one pound of cooked beef, two braised pig's trotters, and a plate of vegetarian dishes."

He couldn't wait to take a bite of beef. The familiar taste and chewy meat almost made him burst into tears.

Most of the whispers among the pedestrians were trivial matters, but the words of the two beggars on the edge made him a little concerned.

"That's all, since this is the guest, please come in."

Most of the people coming and going were armed with swords, and their eyes were occasionally wary of the surroundings. They whispered private words to those who were walking with them. There were also many people wearing bamboo hats like Ye Wuxin.

After hesitating for a moment, Ye Wuxin said slowly.

"Comfortable, this is how people live."

Many villagers secretly winked at the village chief and seemed quite happy to let Ye Wuxin stay.

In the lobby, pedestrians were sitting around in twos and threes, and from time to time someone was talking loudly.

"Dear fellow villagers, I have been traveling for a whole day. Could you please use your place to rest for a while? If you can open the door for convenience, I would also like to thank you."

"There will be a condolence meeting in Weihui in seven days. Most of the elders and brothers in the gang will go back. It must be like a capture."

After the waiter made a pot of hot tea and served it, he went to greet other customers.

As soon as he entered the village, Ye Wuxin saw several panic-looking villagers rushing out carrying iron fork farm tools.

The old man looked troubled. As soon as the surrounding villagers saw him entering the village, they picked up their farm tools and surrounded him, thinking that something must have happened.

Walking into the largest inn in Xujiaji, the waiter on the side walked over with a smile.

The old man hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded slowly.

Ye Wuxin raised his eyebrows and knew where to look for them.

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

On Tiantai Mountain, Zen Master Zhiguang, who once knew the whole story, lives in seclusion in the Zhiguan Temple there, and Xiao Yuanshan will also be one step ahead of the two of them.

After seeing Ye Wuxin with long hair and dressed in black, he lowered the weapon pointed at him, but still did not relax his vigilance.

While he was thinking, the bustling market appeared in front of him.

This kind is more challenging. Even Xu Zhu, who inherited the Lingjiu Palace and became the consort of the Xixia Kingdom, is not qualified to stop an army of 400,000.

"This old man, I have been traveling for a day and a night, and I am really tired and can't bear it. Could you please be accommodating?"

The two came to a dilapidated earthen house, and the old man whispered.

After hastily preparing water bags and dry food, Ye Wuxin showed off his Golden Goose Kung Fu, and after running for two days and one night, he took a break in a rather dilapidated village.

Although he can be regarded as a second-rate master, it is best not to provoke that kind of enemy, at least until he truly becomes the protagonist.

'Having been a monk for more than half a year, I almost thought that I would have to live a vegetarian life for the rest of my life. Meat still smells good!'

"Have you heard? Elder Xu is dead."

At this point, the two of them looked around cautiously and then used the opening in the Beggar Clan to continue communicating.

However, Xiao Yuanshan might find out if he rashly follows Qiao Feng and A'Zhu, so it's better to find another way.

"It must have been the vicious hands of that evil thief Qiao Feng. The ribs on his chest and back were completely broken. Someone with such palm power still has a grudge against the Beggar Clan, haha."

Not long after, an old man with white beard and hair staggered up to Ye Wuxin.

The second, which is more challenging, is for Ye Wuxin to deal with the 400,000 troops by himself to end the war.

"The house is humble and crude, and I have wronged my guests."

Hearing what Ye Wuxin said, all the villagers looked at each other, as if they had unspeakable difficulties.

When you take a sip of something in the cup, a soft and sweet taste turns into a line of snow and melts into your throat.

Relying on his good light skills, Ye Wuxin was surprised to encounter a village after climbing the mountain road for two days.

"Elder Xu is dead, could it be that Qiao Feng did something good again?"

After drinking and eating, Ye Wuxin quickly set off, but instead of rushing to the condolence meeting that was about to be held by the Beggar Clan, he rushed to Tiantai Mountain.

One is to let Qiao Feng and A'Zhu return to the original ending, and let A'Zhu be killed by Qiao Feng himself, so that everything will return to its original trajectory.

There is no way, this is a world of low martial arts after all, and the upper limit of a warrior can only function like a sharp knife.

It just so happened that he wanted to test how big the gap was between the second-rate and the first-rate, so he might as well take this opportunity to compete with them.

One of the beggars drank a glass of wine, sneered twice, and secretly cursed Qiao Feng.

With Xiao Yuanshan following behind him, he would not dare to get close to Qiao Feng and A'Zhu easily, otherwise someone would be killed.

He had only heard of the fact that he could win against an army of 400,000 people at a time in some middle-to-high-level martial arts worlds with chaotic combat power, and he had no idea whether he could achieve it or not.

"This young knight, I am the mayor of this village. Please forgive me for not being able to agree to the young knight's request."

The horse is moving very fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt.

Secretly transporting his inner strength, he could hear the whispers around him.

Therefore, the target he wants to go to this time is not Wei Hui, but Tiantai Mountain.

Soon after, dishes of dishes and turbid wine exuding the aroma of osmanthus were placed on Ye Wuxin's table.

When following the old man into the village, Ye Wuxin looked around without any trace. When he saw faint marks of sword slashes on the nearby doors and windows, he secretly increased his vigilance.

"The scenery here is pleasant, how can there be any grievance? But you are old, why do you keep lamenting?"

Hearing Ye Wuxin's question, the old man sighed deeply, and he was shocked as soon as he opened his mouth.

The horse is moving very fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt.

Quoted from Xin Qiji's "Broken Array" Xin Qiji attached a heroic poem to Chen Tongfu and entrusted it to him.

(End of chapter)