Chapter 711 Thousands of Miles Away with No Inhabitant

The northwest of the Chu Territory is considered a blank area in the world of spiritual practice. Due to the lack of spiritual energy in the area and the barren mountains and rivers, ordinary mortals can still work hard here and build cities and villages. However, it is completely unsuitable for practitioners whose spiritual energy is as important as life. , and for this reason, this area of ​​tens of thousands of miles has almost become a blank in the world of cultivation. I have never heard of half a sect sitting in charge. It is because it is located in the border area and the laws and regulations are loose, so that bandits are rampant and the folk customs are quite tough. Martial arts are very popular.

After nearly twenty years, Fang Xing felt a little strange when he returned to this area again.

I still remember in my mind that although this area is poor, it is still very populated. There is a village every ten miles and a city every hundred miles. It is above the official road, and merchants come and go. But now when I come back, I see everything is desolate. He Sitting on the green donkey, we shuttled between the mountain trails. After walking for several days, we didn't see a single person. On the roadside, we saw piles of fly-bitten corpses. Occasionally, we passed some villages. , we can only see that the house inside is complete, as quiet as a tomb, but there is not even half a living person in sight, which is extremely strange.

Fang Xing originally thought that there was a military disaster, but along the way, he saw no traces of war, let alone the shadow of the army. It seemed that they were the only living creatures in the world. This kind of desolation gave him a feeling that things were different and people were different. He paid attention and slowly patted the green donkey, trying to find the direction of Ghost Smoke Valley based on his memory.

However, after wandering around for a few days, I gradually felt lost. I hadn't returned in nearly twenty years, and things had changed. I couldn't find anyone to ask for directions, and I couldn't figure out the direction, which left Fang Xing at a loss. , reined in the donkey, stood on the hillside and looked into the distance.

"Damn it, why can't you see half of the people? I won't be able to make a living from robbing anymore..."

While he was smiling bitterly, he met an acquaintance... To be precise, he was in a familiar business. A group of horse bandits roared and gathered, rushing down the slope with murderous intent, shaking their weapons, shouting curses and shouting, and charging into the distance. passed.

"Oh, I'm going. I finally meet my colleagues. Wait for me..."

Fang Xing hurriedly chased the donkey forward, but the donkey went on strike again, just spinning in circles and refusing to catch up.

After finally dragging the stubborn donkey, and stumbling forward to catch up, I saw a black smoke billowing in front of me. In a small village with hundreds of households gathered in the valley, nearly forty or fifty horse bandits were rampaging. He wielded a knife to kill people and lit a fire. The bandit leader, naked from the waist up, shouted loudly to the bandits. They searched out all the food, pigs and sheep, and carried them to the mountain behind. By the way, he chopped down a man who was kneeling in front of him and begging for mercy. The old man smiled ferociously and rode his horse, trampling a village woman holding a baby to the ground.

"Move quickly, move quickly, we need food and livestock. With these things, we can comfortably get to Taizhou..."

Fang Xing, who was originally enthusiastic and wanted to rush up to recognize his colleagues, frowned. After a while, he spat hard on the ground and sneered: "Your uncle, it seems that our colleagues are enemies. You are indeed right... …”

"Hit...robbery..."

While this group of horse bandits were having fun robbing, they heard a loud shout coming down the hillside. The sound was so loud that it attracted the group of horse bandits. When they turned around, they saw someone coming down the hillside. There was a man riding a donkey. He was thin and wearing a bamboo hat. His chin was covered with stubble. He was holding a shining steel knife in his hand. It looked like it was made of fine steel.

"You...are coming to rob too?"

The bandit leader looked at the young man with a strange look, and his voice came out from between his teeth.

The horse bandits around him also looked at this young man with strange eyes, thinking that he was out to do justice?

Fang Xing walked down the hillside, held the steel knife in his hand, and swept his eyes across the group of horse bandits. He suddenly smiled coldly and said: "You are such bastards from where did you come from? How dare you rob here? Don't you think so?" Do you remember that this thousand-mile radius is the territory of Guiyan Valley? It belongs to Uncle ****, and if it crosses the boundary, it will be a mortal enemy. What’s more, have you forgotten the rules of Guiyan Valley not to rob the poor? "

"Ghost Smoke Valley?"

The bandit leader was even more surprised, and for a moment he was not sure about the identity of this person.

On the other hand, from beside him, a master with a mustache came up on a thin horse, looked at Fang Xing with a nonchalant look, and sneered: "Ghost Smoke Valley, I remember, twenty years ago He was also a heroic man in this area, and he even robbed the government of his salary, but it is said that he once offended an immortal and was slaughtered overnight, with weeds growing all over his grave!"

"Twenty years ago?"

After hearing this, the bandit leader sneered and felt slightly relaxed.

"Who said they were all killed? Isn't there only one uncle left?"

Fang Xing waved the knife in his hand and sneered: "From today on, Ghost Smoke Valley has the final say in this area!"

"Where did this madman come from? Don't disturb the elders from escaping. Young ones, kill him and dry him for food!"

The bandit leader was a real person. Facing this madman who jumped out of nowhere to seize the territory, he just waved his hand, and the fierce and violent horse bandits rushed up, laughing loudly and slashing at Fang Xing, and Fang Xing Seeing this, he also sighed softly, raised the gourd and took a sip of wine, then slapped the donkey's butt hard, murderous intent suddenly rose, and then... he turned around and ran away!

The green donkey's hooves were flying, and the escaping one was screaming, which shocked a group of horse bandits.

"...I wiped it, but it was reversed!"

Fang Xing screamed strangely and tried his best to rein in the stubborn donkey.

This guy was really timid. When he saw the other party charging at him so aggressively, he turned around and ran away.

Fang Xing couldn't restrain it, so he had no choice but to jump up from the donkey's back, brandishing his sword, and charged towards the group of ruthless bandits ahead.

One person, with a single sword, faced the forty or fifty mounted bandits charging fiercely, and his courage soared.

"Haha, kill him!"

"Just trample him to death..."

The group of horse bandits laughed ferociously, rumbled and flew with their horse hooves, and rushed towards Fang Xing.

"puff!"

One person and a group of thieves collided with each other, and Fang Xing rushed into the horse bandits like a dragon.

The sword flashed across like a sword, and the fierce bandit who was rushing forward was cut into two pieces by him, including man and horse, and blood flew like a violent spring.

Although he has lost his cultivation, his fighting instinct is still there, and after meeting Ying Qiaoqiao and Ye Guyin, the knots in his heart gradually unraveled, and Fang Xing also felt that he had some strength. At this time, facing this A group of tough bandits who could knock down a group of thugs with just a breath in the past, he felt that he had regained the feeling of facing a strong enemy. The murderous aura was attached to the knife, and every time the knife was struck, someone would die.

He was full of murderous intent, like a fierce god.

I don't know how many people were killed. For a moment, this small village looked like a Shura battlefield, with rivers of blood flowing.

After all, they are just a group of rabble. Not to mention those well-trained Taoist disciples, even the army of the mortal country cannot compare. Although there are forty or fifty people, when Fang Xing killed more than ten people, they were already frightened. Losing his courage, the bandit leader saw Fang Xing and rushed towards him with murderous intent. The first one's face turned pale with fright, he turned his horse's head and ran away. The people behind him were naturally rude and patted the horse one after another, having already grabbed it. The food and livestock were no longer needed, they were thrown all over the ground in a mess, and they escaped easily.

"Let's hope you can escape quickly..."

Fang Xing chased for a few steps, but was tired and dizzy. He was sweating. The steel knife was stuck on the ground. He took a few breaths. When he wanted to stand up, he suddenly felt dizzy again. He staggered a few steps and lay down limply. On the ground, his eyesight turned black.

"Damn it, this strength just doesn't work anymore..."

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"Knights wake up, knights wake up..."

I don't know how long I had been in a daze, but I only heard a voice calling, and then I opened my lead-filled eyelids.

But he saw a white-haired old man with a chicken-skinned face, leading a whole village to kneel down in front of him. He was calling him with gratitude and awe. When he saw that he opened his eyes, the old man was so frightened that he kowtowed again. As he went down, people fell to their knees behind him, and they kept saying: "Young man is the leader of this village. I am here to thank the knights for saving their lives on behalf of the whole village..."

"A chivalrous man? A great favor for saving my life?"

Fang Xing was stunned for a moment, feeling quite uncomfortable. He forced himself to hold back his breath and stood up, scolding angrily: "You are just a chivalrous person. Your whole family is a chivalrous person. The old man doesn't know what is good and what is bad. I don't know how to do it." What kind of knight? Twenty years ago he was the tenth-ranked thief in this area. Stop talking nonsense. Those who fished across the river were scared away. Now it's my turn to rob..."

"Ah...really robbery?"

Na Zheng was startled, and behind him, some young adults in the village also looked angry.

Fang Xing cursed: "Of course we have to rob, otherwise what will I eat?"

As he spoke, he pointed his big knife and said to the old man with murderous intent: "Hurry up, bring the good wine and food, and take a bite of the fattened pig. You can't do it if it's not fat. Don't act like a young man who talks easily and dare to fool me." I can’t spare you…”

"Uh... Xia... ah no, uncle, you just want to rob a meal?"

Everyone there was a little confused and asked blankly.

Fang Xing chuckled and said, "What's the matter, how many more sex do you want me to rob in your village?"

Li Zheng was immediately startled: "I don't want to, I don't want to... Master, wait a moment, we are going to prepare wine and dinner!"

After saying that, he hurriedly got up and arranged for the villagers to prepare meals. They stewed various game meats and vegetables, and actually slaughtered a fat pig that had been tied up by the robbers on the cart. Together with the local wine brewed in the village, the water was flowing. The usual food was served, and a large table was set up. Even the barking donkey chose fresh green grass to feed. Fang Xing was not polite and sat down directly, eating and drinking.

"Uncle, are you really going to leave after eating?"

He was accompanying him inside, carefully pouring wine for Fang Xing, and asked with a worried expression.

"Of course I have to leave. What's there to grab in this crappy place like yours?"

Fang Xing didn't bother to answer, naturally he wanted to put his mind at ease.

However, I didn't expect that after hearing this, Li Zheng's expression became more and more worried, and he forced a smile and said: "Master... don't you want to stay for a few more days?"

Fang Xing laughed angrily when he heard this: "Old man, you are so cruel that you still want bandits to live in your village?"

"Don't dare, don't dare..."

Li Zheng was startled and hesitated to speak, but he did not dare to say any more.

After having had enough wine and food, he regained some energy. Fang Xing wiped his lips and prepared to leave, but he couldn't find his donkey. Looking around, he saw that the villagers around him were all looking forward to Ai Ai and gathered around him. Wherever he looked, people flickered to the side, feeling ashamed and not daring to look at anyone. Under the locust tree in the distance, the donkey he had tied there just now disappeared.

"Haha, I didn't rob you, but you want to covet my donkey?"

The surrounding villagers trembled after hearing this, but no one said anything.

Fang Xing was annoyed, sneered, and suddenly took out the steel knife and chopped it on the table. There was a bright and dazzling clang.

"******, do you really think I am a good person? If you don't hand over the donkey, your whole village will be slaughtered, do you believe it?"

"Please forgive me, sir..."

Someone kneeled down with a plop, and following his movements, people immediately knelt down from behind.

"If you want to live, please hand over my donkey to me..."

"I just want to ask you to stay a few more days..."

"If you don't hand over the donkey, the village will be slaughtered..."

"Please forgive me, sir..."

"If you want to live, hand over the uncle's donkey..."

"I just want to ask you to stay a few more days..."

"..."

"..."

"Oh...I'll call you uncle, can you please return the donkey to me?"

After a nutritious conversation, Fang Xing almost cried.