ragginovel Chapter 92 Ferocious Beasts in the Mountains
Chapter 92 Ferocious Beasts in the Mountains
Chapter 92 Ferocious Beasts in the Mountains
The boy was deep in thought, head down, when the little girl immediately perked up: "See? I told you you didn't know!"
"I know!"
The boy, his eyes red, looked up and said, "It's written in the Three Cavern Pearl Pouch: Metal energy vanquishes evil, and dryness energy overcomes wind!"
"Never heard of that, little brats like to talk nonsense," the little girl said.
The boy was so angry that tears streamed down his face. He burst into tears, turned around, and ran away.
Wei Ting looked helpless and said, "Why did you make him cry again?"
"Who told him to be such a sissy all day long, a bookworm who only knows how to read books!" The little girl continued eating her steamed vegetables without a care in the world.
It's sour, spicy, and a little sweet—delicious!
Wei Ting chuckled and shook his head. Chu Xun asked, "That child just now—"
Wei Ting said, "Pei Yuxing's father is named Pei Luo. Three generations ago, he was a historian, but he resigned after the founding of the Jing Kingdom."
"The room is full of books, yet he is unwilling to take the imperial examinations and doesn't know what the point of reading them is."
"Let's not talk about him anymore, come on, let's drink!"
Chu Xun picked up his wine glass and couldn't help but glance at the now empty doorway.
However, after resting here for one night, I unexpectedly gained something.
Whether what the child said is truly recorded in ancient books or is just nonsense, we still need to verify.
Wei Ting was both eloquent and a heavy drinker, drinking from noon until night, until the woman couldn't stand it anymore and came to pull him away.
After seeing Wei Ting off, Chu Xun lifted the courtyard gate.
The walls on both sides kept extending, and the door was stuck in the middle, unable to move.
Back under the old locust tree, Chu Xun looked up at the countless locust blossoms still in bloom.
"I have to go."
The locust blossoms fell again, covering me completely.
Chu Xun laughed: "No need to be so polite, there's plenty of time in the future."
Spiritual energy flowed into the tree trunk.
Wood Sprout Technique +1
Wood Sprout Technique 3/30000: Provides a small boost to plant growth. Water Movement Technique +1
Water Movement Technique 99478/100000: Limited control over the rain within a thousand feet, covering an area of a hundred feet, especially the area within the courtyard.
The tree branches stretched out with all their might, and the leaves, washed by the rain, appeared even more glossy and emerald green.
Chu Xun did not linger. He went to the wall and passed through it.
As you exit the alley, you can see houses with faint candlelight and hear the sound of reading aloud.
Chu Xun walked over and knocked on the door.
Footsteps approached, the door opened, and a middle-aged man who looked very refined looked at Chu Xun with some confusion.
Chu Xun cupped his hands and said, "I've heard that you have a large collection of books, including a book called 'Three-Hole Pearl Pouch.' I'd like to borrow it for a look."
The boy peeked out of the house, saw it was Chu Xun, and immediately shouted happily, "I'll get it for you!"
Seeing that the child recognized him, the middle-aged man let Chu De enter first and asked, "Young man, you look unfamiliar. You're not from Fenggu City, are you?"
"Just passing by," Chu Xun said as he entered the house.
The middle-aged man hummed in agreement and didn't ask any further questions.
This family only likes reading and is oblivious to everything else. Their child is already considered the most lively and outgoing.
Soon, a yellowed ancient book was delivered to Chu Xun.
Although it's old, it's very smooth, and you can tell at a glance that it's been carefully preserved.
"You want to see 'Golden Qi Slays Evil,' right? It's in volume twenty-four. I'm not making this up!" the boy said.
Chu Xun opened it as instructed. The writing was slightly different from what was commonly used in Jing State, but he could still barely recognize it.
It's just that it's more profound and detailed than what children say.
"Clench your teeth seven times facing west, inhale white breath, and chant the mantra 'Flying Mystery Eight Assemblies,' then gather your Qi and attain true enlightenment."
"Golden essence enters the vessel, dryness overcomes wind, and vanquishes evil spirits—"
The middle-aged man said, "I've tried it, but it didn't work."
Chu Xun looked up at him, closed the ancient book, handed it back, and said with a smile, "I was just looking at it, thank you."
As she turned to leave, the middle-aged man called her back.
He asked the boy to bring an oil-paper umbrella, saying, "I don't know why it suddenly started raining, be careful not to catch a cold."
He paused for a moment, then added, "Scholars all like things to be clean."
Chu Xun was not a scholar; he was just a farmer.
But after hearing this, he still accepted the oil-paper umbrella, saying, "Thank you."
"The roads are slippery on rainy nights, so drive carefully and slowly," the middle-aged man said.
Watching Chu Xun leave, the boy looked up and said, "Dad, this is the only umbrella we have left."
The middle-aged man closed the door and said, "Only an umbrella can help people shelter from the wind and rain."
The boy looked at him, seemingly understanding but not quite, and remained silent.
Chu Xun held up his umbrella, and after passing a hundred feet, the rain stopped.
But he didn't put away the oil-paper umbrella until he was a thousand feet away.
Instead of discarding it, it was tucked under his arm.
Each step covers tens of meters.
It was still dark when we arrived at Songguo Village.
In front of his own courtyard gate, Chu Xun saw Qi Ermao squatting against the wall, asleep.
He didn't go any closer, after all, there was still something he hadn't finished doing.
The crows on the eaves, having already sensed his arrival, joyfully flapped their wings and flew over.
Chu Xun strode south, at which point Qi Ermao was awakened.
Looking up, I was taken aback to see a flock of crows flying south in a flurry.
What happened?
I stood up and looked south, where I could vaguely see a blurry figure.
"Is that Xun-ge'er?"
Qi Ermao hurriedly chased after him, but he couldn't catch up with him at all.
They hadn't run far when they disappeared from sight.
He stopped, feeling both hopeful and dejected.
"It must have been a mistake—"
"Brother Xun is so old, how could he possibly walk so fast? Sigh—"
He walked back dejectedly, thinking that the grass was gone and the crows had flown away.
When the young master returns, how am I supposed to explain this to him?
Back at the courtyard gate, I noticed that an oil-paper umbrella had appeared there sometime earlier.
Outside Songguo Village, Chu Xun walked briskly.
Crows followed closely behind, and an old crow landed directly on his shoulder, nuzzling affectionately against his face.
Ordinary people only judge by appearance, but animals don't.
They rely on their breath; their faces and bodies may change, but their breath will not.
Chu Xun smiled and raised his hand to stroke the crow's stiff feathers: "It's time to go see what exactly was that was competing with you for the fruit back then."
quack-
The old crow cawed twice, followed by a sky full of crows responding.
Deafening!
After traveling 180 li south from Songguo Village, it was already dawn.
A small village appeared ahead, with wisps of smoke rising from the blackened chimneys.
Further ahead lies the mountain forest that the merchants spoke of.
Chu Xun stepped into the village. Occasionally, early-rising villagers would see him, their curiosity mixed with confusion.
But they were quickly drawn to the view by dozens of crows, who looked up in amazement.
Until they reached the foot of the mountain, the last villager they encountered was a blacksmith.
A stove, taller than a person and made of bricks and mud, stands in front of the house.
Anvils, hammers, and clamps stood side by side.
The middle-aged blacksmith who was chopping wood at the door saw Chu Xun heading up the mountain and said, "Hey, the sun hasn't risen yet, don't go up the mountain! There are unknown ferocious beasts on the mountain, and several powerful martial artists have been eaten if they go up there."
Chu Xun turned his head and looked at the middle-aged blacksmith, who sized him up and asked in confusion, "Whose child are you? I don't think I've seen you before."
"From other villages," Chu Xun replied casually, then asked in return, "Does the danger disappear once the sun rises?"
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The middle-aged blacksmith nodded: "That ferocious beast is nocturnal, and the brighter the sun, the safer it is. But sometimes when the fog on the mountain is thick, it's not safe either."
These villagers no longer dare to go up the mountain easily.
Chu Xun cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you."
After saying that, he turned and walked up the mountain.
The middle-aged blacksmith was about to say something when he saw the boy disappear in a few steps, and he was taken aback.
Everyone says mountain roads are difficult to travel, but for Chu Xun, it was like walking on flat ground.
The flock of crows still followed beside me, but they stopped cawing and seemed much more cautious.
With them leading the way, things will be much more convenient.
Before long, Chu Xun arrived at a valley.
This place is surrounded by towering ancient trees, whose branches intertwine and block out the sunlight.
Thick morning fog churned, mixed with damp, cold air, clinging to the jagged black rocks and overgrown vegetation.
Strangely, there were no decaying leaves on the ground; it was so clean that you could see stones and dark green moss.
Chu Xun walked forward and soon saw several scattered skeletons.
Bones are human bones, and their surfaces are covered with countless fine, unidirectional scratches.
A few old crows suddenly hopped over and peered into the deeper part of the area.
Chu Xun looked up and saw two faintly visible red lanterns appearing in the mist, flying rapidly toward them.
call-
A gust of wind whistled into his ears, and Chu Xun immediately took several steps back.
The soil beneath their feet churned and transformed into a stone wall nearly a meter thick, blocking their path.
boom-
A deafening impact resounded from the stone wall; although it did not shatter immediately, the terrifying force of the impact was palpable.
Chu Xun had fought with a first-rank martial artist before, and from his perception, this power was in no way inferior to that of a first-rank martial artist, and might even be slightly stronger.
The crows took flight, as if to rush over and help.
"retreat!"
Chu Xun gave the order, and his words were like a royal decree; the crows had no choice but to fly back.
Until they left the valley, the stone wall collapsed, and the enormous creature briefly appeared in the mist.
Fortunately, Chu had excellent eyesight and spotted the other person in an instant.
A look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then he felt it made perfect sense.
"bat."
It was an old bat that stood taller than a person, with a wingspan of about two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), and had lived for countless years.
No wonder the ground in the valley is so clean; even with such large bats running out, it can sweep away all the leaves.
What just crashed into the stone wall was not the old bat itself, but the gale it created.
Thinking of the fine, brush-like marks on the bones scattered in the valley, Chu Xun already had a clue.
The old bat seemed wary of Chu Xun's Foundation Establishment cultivation level, and since the sun was already visible outside the valley, it did not chase after him.
As the old bat disappeared into the mist, the crows cawed again.
Chu Xun patted the head of the old crow beside him and said, "Don't rush, let's go make something, and then we'll kill it."
The crow blinked its round eyes, seemingly unaware of what Chu Xun was looking for.
Chu Xun didn't say anything more and turned to walk down the mountain.
Before long, they returned to the foot of the mountain.
The middle-aged blacksmith breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was unharmed.
Although I don't know him, it would be a pity if such a handsome young man died.
Chu Xun walked up to him, flipped his hand, and revealed several silver ingots, about twenty taels in total.
"I want to learn blacksmithing, could you teach me?"
The middle-aged blacksmith, still chopping wood, looked up in surprise: "Why learn blacksmithing?"
Chu Xun placed the silver on the wood in front of him: "I want to forge a sword myself."
"What kind of sword?"
"A sword that can slay evil spirits."
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