Longevity Martial Arts: I rely on luck to add points

Chapter 192 Jiang Feng, You Are Not Dead
The three brothers of the Zhang family looked puzzled.

Jiang Feng didn't explain much.

He took out a handful of brown rice from his pocket, sprinkled it on the side of the road, then retreated to the side, looking for a place to hide.

The three Zhang family brothers looked at each other and hid behind Jiang Feng together.

"Hey!"

After a while, a pheasant came out of the grass and picked up the brown rice on the ground.

Before it finished eating the brown rice on the ground, it wobbled and fell to the ground.

"The goods have been picked."

Jiang Feng rushed over, picked up the pheasant, weighed it in his hands, and said with a smile: "It's about two catties, it's just right to take it home and sell it to Aunt Yang."

"Master Ma always picks goods like this?"

"There are only small goods nearby?"

"How does Master Ma know that there is something in the grass?"

The three asked in succession.

"I raised a nest here, and every time I came here, or on the way back, I sprinkled a handful of brown rice here. I saw that the brown rice sprinkled in the morning hadn't been eaten yet, so I decided that there was something in the grass. .”

Jiang Feng explained.

"You put medicine in the brown rice?"

Boss Zhang asked.

"You smell it."

Jiang Feng grabbed a handful from his pocket.

The three brothers of the Zhang family all stepped forward and sniffed it carefully.

"liquor."

"Yellow rice wine."

"You've had a drink."

The three smelled alcohol.

"Giggle."

The pheasant that had fainted fell down in Jiang Feng's hands.

"These small people in the mountains are greedy for food and have a small capacity for alcohol. The handful of brown rice in my hand has been soaked in wine for a whole day. If the small people can't eat a few bites, they will fall drunk."

"Of course, most of the materials I throw here to raise the nest have not been soaked in wine."

Jiang Feng said and sprinkled a handful of unsoaked brown rice in the grass.

"Is that all you rely on to pick up goods every day?"

"Master Ma takes care of the nest well, most people don't have your patience."

"Master Ma is well prepared."

The three brothers of the Zhang family sighed.

They thought that Jiang Feng knew where there was a nest on the mountain, but they didn't expect that he would tell them how to raise the nest in the most barren place of Laojun Mountain.

It is an extremely crude method.

The three brothers used it for hunting when they were children, but the scattered material was either eaten by the cargo, or when the cargo was seen, the cargo was already dead.

Like Jiang Feng, they can't do things like soaking brown rice in wine, patiently standing aside, and going out to pick up the goods when they faint.

First of all, the time cost is high.

Secondly, the three of them did not have such patience.

More importantly, they couldn't be as accurate as Jiang Feng.

At the same time, in the eyes of the three brothers of the Zhang family, qualified hunters hunt big things in the mountains and forests, and big insects like tigers are their targets.

"It doesn't work every time. Sometimes it takes two or three catties of rice to catch a small one. Recently, I'm researching some traps to see if I can catch some big ones."

Jiang Feng laughed.

"OK."

"Master Ma, why don't you stay here, the three of us will go to the back mountain to have a look."

"Yes, if there are many people, it can scare Xiaohuo away."

The three brothers of the Zhang family suggested.

"Okay, everyone be careful."

Jiang Feng watched them leave.

He did not embarrass the three brothers of the Zhang family. Not all things require killing to solve the problem. The three brothers of the Zhang family only became hostile to him because of their competition.

Now when I tell the three brothers how I raised a nest and picked goods, and caught a small one in front of them, the three brothers felt disbelief and at the same time showed disdain.

He thinks that Jiang Feng can only sell some small goods.

Sometimes it's pure luck to get a big deal.

Such hunters pose no threat to them.

As the three brothers of the Zhang family let go of their hostility, Jiang Feng's luck value increased by more than 300 points.

At this time, Jiang Feng picked up a branch and threw it to the grass a hundred meters away. A hare that had just emerged from the hole felt as if it had been hit in the head and passed out at the hole.

Jiang Feng went to pick up the rabbit.

next morning.

The three brothers of the Zhang family returned to Hippo Village with a wild boar weighing more than a hundred catties.

The villagers did not hesitate to praise.

The three brothers set up a pot to boil water at the entrance of the village, and prepared to sell the wild boar meat to the villagers. If they couldn't sell it all, the three brothers would marinate it into bacon and sell it at the market in the city during the festival.

"Master Ma is back."

"Hey, Master Ma is a little short of goods today, why only a rabbit and a pheasant."

When the villagers watched the three brothers of the Zhang family burn water and sharpen their knives at the entrance of the village, Jiang Feng also came back from the mountain with a pheasant and a hare.

"I was unlucky yesterday, and I'm sure I'll be able to catch big things when I go into the mountains at night."

Jiang Feng boasted.

"Big goods? Is it like the big goods caught by the old Zhang family?"

A villager laughed.

"Master Ma, why did you come back?"

Zhang Laoer poured a spoonful of freshly boiled boiling water on the bled wild boar.

Jiang Feng was startled when he saw the wild boar, and then he said in embarrassment: "Yesterday I also went to the back mountain, the road is not familiar, and I made a big detour, you are busy, I will bring the pheasant to Aunt Yang .”

"it is good."

Elder Zhang nodded.

"Hahaha!"

The villagers laughed heartily as they watched Jiang Feng run away in despair.

The three brothers of the Zhang family also beamed with joy. Compared with Jiang Feng, they all felt that they had more face. The villagers' praise became more and more intensive, and they regarded the three brothers as the most powerful hunters in ten miles and eight villages.

Day and night out.

Half a month passed in a blink of an eye.

Jiang Feng became an unremarkable hunter in Hippo Village.

The three brothers of the Zhang family never bothered him again.

Getting along with the villagers is also peaceful.

Because they can always find small goods, if any family in the village needs to replenish their bodies, they will tell Jiang Feng in advance to leave some meat for them the next day.

In the eyes of the villagers, the silver obtained by hunting in this way is not considered rich, but they have more than enough food and clothing. Even if they are not as outstanding as the three brothers of the Zhang family, they are still hardworking men.

Some unmarried girls in the village were also introduced to Jiang Feng by matchmakers.

Widow Liu next door often asked her youngest son to bring food to Jiang Feng.

Since then, Jiang Feng has caught fewer and fewer goods, often returning empty-handed.

Sometimes when they managed to catch small goods, they would eat them all by themselves, and gradually became more drunk, Widow Liu and the matchmaker also gradually lost interest in Jiang Feng.

In two months, Jiang Feng became a transparent person in the village.

On this day, the entrance of the village was very lively.

People who fled from the south formed a large circle, talking about the situation in the south.

"King Xiao is brave and invincible, and drove the blood wolves back to the forbidden forest."

"I heard that there were three blood wolf kings, two of them were killed by King Xiao, and the remaining one went to nowhere."

"The wolves are gone, the rebels are gone, we can go back."

"King Xiao will return to court in a few days, let's meet him at the gate of the city."

……

It was two months since Han Dong learned of Jiang Feng's death.

The wolf slaughter army was in full swing, with the help of Yun Guizong and the masters of the imperial city, they finally drove the blood wolves back to the deep forest of the forbidden area.

Of the three blood wolf kings, two died on the battlefield.

The remaining one is missing.

The three blood moons that were originally hanging in the sky also disappeared.

A large number of refugees from the south are planning to return to their hometowns.

Jiang Feng had a bearded face.

Lying on the recliner that he wove out of rattan, he thought to himself: "Sister Dong, are you coming back?"

Wait until dusk falls.

With a bow and arrow on his back, Jiang Feng passed by the entrance of the village and walked towards Laojun Mountain. The villagers talking at the entrance of the village seemed to have not seen him, and they talked about the situation in the south.

Night covered the land.

Jiang Feng's figure appeared in Longdu.

He chose to hide in Hippo Village as a hunter, in order to go to Longdu to investigate the movement of Zhenbei Prison when he went into the mountains to hunt goods at night.

Of course, he was just watching from a distance.

Did not approach rashly.

In today's Zhenbei Prison, the deputy commander is Huang Butou, who used to work in the Longdu yamen. Because of Yang Qi's case, he changed from being a head-hunter to a chief arrester, and because of Yuan Tiangang's case, he was demoted. Headhunting.

Now under the manipulation of the backer, he has changed from a headhunter to the deputy commander of Zhenbei Prison.

Compared to Jiang Feng who lived in Zhenbei Prison all day, Huang Catcher obviously didn't have this habit. Like Cao Zhengyang, he moved into the Commander's Mansion on the first day.

Jiang Feng has been paying attention to him.

Although Huang Butou's cultivation base is not high.

But as the deputy commander of the prison, if there are any abnormalities in the prison, he will be easier to spot than ordinary people.

One and a half months ago, after finishing his official duties, Huang Botou returned to the Commander's Mansion and ate and drank with a group of friends at home or at the Sun Moon Tower.

But in the last half month, Jiang Feng found that Huang Tutou rarely left Zhenbei Prison.

The war horse allocated to him by the imperial court has been in the stables of Zhenbei Prison these days.

In addition, the power of heaven and earth around Zhenbei Prison also fluctuated abnormally. Jiang Feng felt that perhaps the fluctuation of spiritual power coming from the underground palace had become very obvious. discovered.

Although acquired and innate warriors cannot devour spiritual power, if they can bathe in spiritual power, they will feel refreshed, and their qi and blood will grow unconsciously.

If there is an obvious change in Huang Butou's breath, it means that his deduction is correct.

Late at night.

Jiang Feng saw that the horses in the stables were all sleeping soundly, Huang Butou didn't seem to be leaving tonight, so he could only go back to Hippo Village first, and come back tomorrow night to check.

"Out."

But just as he was about to leave, he saw a figure coming out of Zhenbei Prison. That person was none other than Huang Butou.

"what!"

Get out of jail.

Huang Butou opened his hand and howled towards the night sky.

It seems that I haven't been out of prison for a few days, and I can't bear it anymore, so I come out to do some activities.

"This voice... the energy and blood have really become stronger?"

Jiang Feng said in surprise.

He knew that Huang Butou was only at the seventh-rank level at first, but later because of Yang Qi, he became the chief catcher of the Longdu Yamen and obtained the vitality pill, so he became a third-rank martial artist.

Later, because of Yuan Tiangang, he was demoted to an ordinary catcher. Jiang Feng had always been clear about his strength, but Huang catcher's cry just now contained the energy and blood of a third-rank martial artist.

There is a big change from the previous period.

Is it possible to get an adventure in prison?
After howling, he asked his subordinates to lead his horse out of the stable, and then rode the horse towards the direction of Sun Moon Tower.

Jiang Feng followed behind.

After entering the Sun Moon Tower, Huang Tutou and Hua Kui were unlocking various moves on the bed. Jiang Feng passed by the door to confirm that Huang Tutou's strength had changed a lot.

Perception overrides the past.

Huang Butou felt a chill down his back, but he didn't take it seriously, and continued to have sex with the oiran.

"Spiritual power."

"Hey, this guy..."

Jiang Feng shook his head and sighed, he left quickly, as if he had never been here before.

As he expected, Huang Cattou's strength increased greatly, which was caused by spiritual power.

However, neither innate nor acquired warriors can devour spiritual power.

Even Jiang Feng was the same.

The spiritual power armor he has now is actually just fake spiritual power, and the real energy on his body has not been completely converted into spiritual power.

Once converted successfully.

He is a qualified immortal cultivator.

But before that.

Even if the external spiritual power entered his body, he would not be able to digest it, and it would even leave a powerful hidden danger.

But Huang Tutou actually absorbed spiritual power. Although his strength increased sharply in a short period of time, it was only an illusion. Once the spiritual power returned, Huang Tutou would die in pain.

And according to the current situation, Jiang Feng knew that this day was definitely not far away.

He left the Sun and Moon Building, and originally wanted to go out of the city and return to Hippo Village.

Suddenly he saw the figure of Heitieshan.

Thinking of Xiao Zhan on his way back to the court, if Han Dong knew the news of his death, he would come back to see him as soon as possible after the victory.

Jiang Feng then quietly came to the Black Iron Mountain.

He glanced at his own grave.

In a few months, the grass on the grave has already grown.

There are a few wine jugs in front of the grave.

It was a wine jug commonly used to hold yellow rice wine, and Jiang Feng seemed to see Uncle Huo holding the yellow rice wine and a handful of peanuts, sitting on the top of his grave and cursing.

He didn't see Han Dong.

Probably did not return to the city.

Of course, maybe people don't care about him at all.

Jiang Feng told himself not to think too much, but just as he was about to leave, a black shadow in the distance swooped towards the Black Iron Mountain.

It's a falcon.

"Sister Dong!"

Jiang Feng saw Han Dong on Falcon's back.

"puff!"

With a wingspan of more than ten meters, the falcon hovered over Jiang Feng's grave.

Han Dong jumped off Falcon's back.

The falcon spread its wings and flew to the top of the mountain. After turning around, it flew south.

"Sister Dong actually rode Liu Yun's falcon and came back alone first."

Jiang Feng was in a complicated mood.

Han Dong couldn't find Jiang Feng.

She looked at the name on the tombstone.

Jiang Feng, deputy commander of Zhenbei Prison!
She felt a tightness in her chest.

I wish I didn't have the cultivation base of the third rank, so I couldn't see this line of words in the night.

"Jiang Feng, come out for me!"

Han Dong shouted.

Then she looked around.

Angrily said: "Come out, you can hide it from others, but you can't hide it from me!"

"Miss Dong."

Jiang Feng was startled, and was about to go out.

"She's blowing me up."

But he realized in an instant that with his current strength, even Xiao Zhan would not be able to spot him, let alone Han Dong.

"Jiang Feng!"

Han Dong roared.

There is only her echo on the Black Iron Mountain.

Her gaze returned to the grave.

"Even if you are dead, I will dig you out and find out!"

Han Dong took out a small knife.

She turned around the grave and looked carefully.

After a few months, new grass grew on the grave.

And because it is a new tomb, the traces of being passive have long since disappeared.

Han Dong inserted the knife into the grave, trying to scrape the soil away, but after a few times in a row, she stopped, and put the soil back again.

"How did you go mad and die?"

"He still died in Zhenbei Prison."

"Die early and die late, why did you wait until I went to the south?"

Han Dongyue said more and more angry, and punched Jiang Feng's grave, his fist sank into the mud.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

But the next moment, she was full of apology, as if stroking Jiang Feng's face, she repaired the grave.

"I heard from Uncle Huo that you and he often go to the tavern to drink together. Every time you drink yellow rice wine, a stack of peanuts, half a catty of pork head meat, and two catties of boiled tofu with pickled vegetables, it is a fairy day."

"I will often come to drink with you in the future."

Han Dong smiled when he saw the jug in front of the grave.

Then she glanced at the woodland of Heitieshan, and said: "I will investigate clearly, if you really went crazy and died, I will take care of your grave. If you are not dead, or..."

Han Dong clenched his fists.

With red eyes, he said, "I don't want you to die!"

After finishing speaking, Han Dong's figure ran towards the foot of the mountain.

This time, when she went to the south to slaughter wolves, her skill greatly increased, and she might have become a first-rank Qi Refining Realm expert through an adventure.

She is not slow.

It quickly disappeared from Jiang Feng's sight.

After she left.

Jiang Feng came to his grave in a depressed mood.

Looking at the fist marks left by Han Dong on the grave and the marks that had been smoothed, he didn't know how to explain it to Han Dong.

Maybe it's best to keep it that way.

Time can make each other forget.

Jiang Feng returned to Hippo Village.

Han Dong came to Zhenbei Prison the next day.

"Master Director Han!"

When everyone saw Han Dong, they all saluted.

"I'm no longer the director of prison, I'm going to Jiang Feng's former yard to see."

Han Dong wanted to find out if Jiang Feng really went mad and died.

"No matter what, you have always been the prison director in our hearts."

Zhao Dutou and three people came out to greet him.

Han Dong nodded in relief, and said, "The day Jiang Feng lost his temper, any of you were there at the time, so call them all over and look for me in the courtyard where Jiang Feng used to live."

Han Dong wanted to ask each one clearly.

As she spoke, she went to the courtyard where Jiang Feng lived before.

"This...reporting to General Han, Commander Jiang used to live in the yard where Commander Huang now lives."

Zhao Dutou bit his head and said.

"Commander Huang has been practicing in his room recently, let the younger one go and report to him first."

Duan Tutou said awkwardly, now Huang Butou is their boss.

"Commander Huang seems to be beating chicken blood, yelling that he also wants to retreat and practice."

Yang Dutou said in embarrassment.

Han Dong broke in directly, Huang Butou didn't dare to embarrass Han Dong, but he could trouble them.

"Shut up?"

Han Dong frowned even deeper.

Ordinarily, living people would be somewhat taboo to move into the room where the dead lived, especially the dead, who died in the room after going into seclusion and becoming obsessed. How could Catcher Huang learn from Jiang Feng to retreat in the room?

No matter how you hear it, there is a problem.

"General Han, Commander Huang's temper has been very weird recently. Please bear with me. On the day Commander Jiang went mad, I stood guard at the door. If you want to know anything, just ask me directly."

Governor Zhao wondered.

Obviously, he didn't want Han Dong to bother Huang Butou.

"Okay, I'll ask you something first, and I'll go to Commander Huang after his training is over."

Han Dong knew the difficulties of the three of them, and she could understand.

"what!"

Suddenly, a scream came from the direction of Jiang Feng's former yard.

"It seems to be Commander Huang's voice."

Duan Duan was shocked.

"Go and see."

Governor Zhao rushed over in a hurry.

The last time he heard Jiang Feng's screams, he didn't dare to go in, and he was worried for the next few days, but fortunately Bao Longwei didn't make things difficult for him, if something happened to Huang Butou, it would not be so easy to explain this time.

(End of this chapter)