Comprehensive Martial Arts: Others Practice Martial Arts, I Cultivate Immortals

Chapter 483 Alone
In this way, two years passed in a flash.

This year was the fifth year Wu Chong joined the bandit suppression team.

In five years, the generals above changed twice.In the past, he and his brothers had changed several dials. Except for the 'problematic old Zhang', everyone else died. Luckily, Luo Xiaolu survived, but he also broke an arm and became a crippled.

In the end, he couldn't save enough money to redeem the oiran, and he could only watch helplessly as the "goddess" he dreamed of was bought home by a fat man with big ears and became a concubine.

That night Luo Xiaolu cried like a child.

Wu Chong didn't care about these trivial matters, they were all sufferings in the world. For Luo Xiaolu, it might be a good thing to recognize the reality earlier.

Because the oiran is not suitable for him.

He can't afford it.

Wu Chong, an old man of five years, had a hard time with the bandit suppression team, and became even more marginalized.If there is no deliberate relationship management, this will be the case in this life.

He is still the captain, but he has been forgotten due to the deliberate efforts of some people. Few newcomers know him anymore, and those assigned to him are all dull people waiting to die.He didn't know the result of the struggle between the national teacher and the demon division, he just knew that no one came to trouble him later, and he, a monster, seemed to be forgotten like this.

This winter, Wu Chong received another mission.

"The Thirteen Bandit Suppression Squad has a mission."

"Bring it."

The handover was very simple, the superiors came over with the task, Wu Chong accepted the task, and then left the team.

It's been done before, but this time it's a little different.

The Heiyun Village that was attacked this time has become popular. More than 8000 rebels gathered together, known as the Heiyun Army, and the owner of the village even proclaimed himself the "King of Heiyun".

At this point, the country is on the brink of collapse.

The flames of war burned more and more urgently, and the bandit suppression team could no longer keep up. Up to now, except for some areas around the important town of Heishui, no other places have the strength to conquer.Personnel are lagging behind, supplies are often in short supply, and the atmosphere in the bandit suppression team has also undergone great changes.

Wu Chong glanced at the members of the Numb Bandit Suppression Squad following him, but none of them raised objections.

It was as if they had had enough.

"Is no one refusing?"

Before going out, Wu Chong asked a special question.

The team was silent, looking around, it was full of hopeless people.

Wu Chong turned his head and led the group of people on the road to death silently.These people may just want an excuse. They sacrificed, and their families could get some rice cakes, which was agreed by the material officer before departure.

A bloody battle, lost without any surprises.Wu Chong had just killed two people, and the members he brought were shot to death by arrows, and they didn't rush in through the gate.

After the rain of arrows, not even a body collector came out from the cottage.

Wu Chong glanced at the towering Heiyun Village, turned around and left.

He was just eating and drinking, and never thought of working his life. The emperor of this country is not a wise king, let alone worthy of his sacrifice.After leaving the important town, Wu Chong found a dilapidated temple and lit a fire to rest.

"team leader."

Lao Zhang walked over to Wu Chong and sat down, threw a taro into the fire and burned it.

This time the bandits were suppressed, only the two of them survived.

Thirty to eight thousand.

The people above didn't want to keep them alive, they were all consumables that were as cheap as grass.At the stage of shortage of supplies, the people above are not even willing to support them.

Wu Chong glanced at Lao Zhang who was sitting opposite him.

Like him, the clothes were all torn by arrows, the difference was that there were fish scales under his clothes, and the blue-black skin under Lao Zhang's clothes.This guy really isn't human anymore, looking at his aura, he reckons it's a zombie or something. I don't know if the canteen master captured by the demon extermination two years ago has something to do with him.

In the past, Wu Chong might still ask, but now, he doesn't bother to care about it.

After this operation, he did not intend to return to the bandit suppression team.

In the past, I planned to take the official road to slowly integrate into it, but now it seems that this road is not very realistic.There is no place for him in the decaying imperial court, not even a chance to send money.Besides, he had no money on him, not to mention natural materials and earthly treasures, he ate everything he could eat.

"It's good to live."

Wu Chong reached into the fire and took out the taro he had baked.

We are not human, so there is no need to cover up.When Lao Zhang saw it, his eyes flickered slightly.

"Am I still alive?"

"Being able to eat and drink is not what it means to be alive." Wu Chong took a bite of taro.

The taste is not meaty.

After being in human society for so long, he almost forgot that he is a big herring and also a vegetarian.

Lao Zhang was silent.

He didn't know what state he was in now.

"It's a pity, little donkey, this kid has a broken arm, and now he is in troubled times, I don't know if he can survive."

"Everyone has his own destiny, you are not Buddha, you cannot save everyone."

Wu Chong got up and patted Lao Zhang on the shoulder, and walked into the distance without looking back.When he was not going to go back, the Thirteenth Bandit Suppression Squad ceased to exist.

"Let's go, the thirteenth team will no longer exist."

This is just a temporary foothold, there is nothing to give up.

At night, it rained more.

Lao Zhang, who had finished eating the taro, also left, in the opposite direction to Wu Chong.

Overnight, the news of the demise of the Thirteenth Bandit Suppression Squad came back to the Suppression Bandit Squad, just like a pebble thrown into a galloping river, without even hearing a single sound, but occasionally some people who knew would say something like 'I didn't expect The five-year old man has not carried it through'.

After leaving the bandit suppression team, Wu Chong went back to Wild Beast Mountain again.

After he left, the place was occupied by a long worm, and when he came back, the long worm grinned and threatened him, but after Wu Dazhao's blasting hammer, this guy immediately became honest.

"Very little has changed."

Five years is not too short for human society.

But for the Wild Beast Mountain, there is almost no change. Their structure is completely different from that of human society. Except for a new batch of 'residents', everything else remains the same.Wu Chong also went to the small lake where he was born.

This is a small lake in the mountains, not connected to the outside water system, calm like a paradise.

"Brother Heceng still hasn't come back."

Master Wu was a little disappointed.

At the beginning, he specifically let Brother Hebang go, because he wanted him to find some old local cousins ​​to come back for additional meals, but after going out for so long, he didn't see him back, so he wondered if he got lost.

After walking around, Wu Chong came to the old den of the great white python again.

Seeing him coming in, the great white python immediately coiled up with a cautious look on his face, and also hid his snake eggs by the way.

"I want to ask you something, are there any other monsters in this place? I heard that there is a big grizzly bear in the mountain. Do you know where he lives?"

Grizzly Bear King, the number one monster in the Beast Mountain.

700 years of cultivation!
Wu Chong had heard of this a long time ago, and the mountain demon had also mentioned it back then.At that time, Wu Chong did not take risks there out of caution. Now that he has been in human society for five years, his cultivation has reached the level of 90 years.Nearly a hundred years of practice gave him the confidence to talk to the Grizzly King.

The boa constrictor looked bewildered.

This guy is not very smart, and he can't understand complicated words at all.

(End of this chapter)