Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 863: Massacre (two in one)

At the front of the queue, Nangong Qianrou caught up with Chu Pingsheng.

"Chuzhou City is within reach, what do you have to say?"

The horse was moving, and the bangs on her right temple rose and fell, making her look heroic, beautiful and cool, but her face was sullen, cold and stiff all the way.

"Why should I have anything to say? I won't."

Chu Pingsheng looked straight ahead, staring at the powerful words "Chuzhou" on the plaque above the city gate.

"Three thousand miles of bloody massacre, there is no such thing as three thousand miles of bloody massacre. In my opinion, you have been fooled by the monk."

"I didn't stop you from meeting Zheng Xinghuai. You could have gone with Li Miaozhen. Not only did you not go, you also acted weird all the way."

If you want to know why Chu Pingsheng didn't go to see Zheng Xinghuai, the governor of Chuzhou, the answer is very simple. In the TV series, Xu Qian'an came to investigate the case. He didn't know what "three thousand miles of bloody massacre" meant, so of course he had to listen to Zheng Xinghuai's words.

He is different. He knows exactly what happened in the northern border. There is no point in meeting Zheng Xinghuai. With his strength, he can just take off the mask and rush forward when he arrives in Chuzhou City.

"Nangong Qianrou, it's hard to get married with your personality."

"What does it have to do with you whether I marry or not?"

"As far as I know, the Nangong family offended the Yunzhou Ji family, and only a few women and you were left. Your mother has been thinking of recruiting a son-in-law to inherit the Nangong family. I think this is difficult, as difficult as climbing to the sky. The ones you like can't stand your bad temper, and those who are not as good as you are difficult to treat with favor."

"Xu Qian'an!"

Nangong Qianrou pulled hard, and with a snap, she actually broke the whip in her hand with brute force.

"Do you think I am willing to take care of you? It would be better if you died at the hands of the Kui people."

"thank you."

Rather than being perfunctory, it would be more accurate to say that this “thank you” was sarcastic.

Chu Pingsheng tapped the horse's belly with his feet and gave a light shout. The green horse suddenly sped up and passed through the gate under the scrutiny of the soldiers guarding the city.

"You... hum!"

Nangong Qianrou was criticized every day, and was angry every day. She fought back every day, and was criticized again, and got angry again. This state repeated day after day, and Mu Nanzhi in the first carriage was numb from watching.

Soon, a convoy carrying the imperial envoy entered the city.

There were soldiers standing guard next to the bulletin board at the door, on which was posted information about the whereabouts of the Kui tribe. Several traveling merchants were asking the sergeant for details.

Farmers who went to the fields to work in the early morning came in carrying hoes. The soles of their shoes and the blades of their hoes were covered with mud, which fell off as they walked. The servant on duty who had just cleaned the road started to curse at them.

The proprietress of the bun shop on the left lifted the lid of the pot at the right moment and brought a tray of steaming hot buns to the table. The diners under the wooden shed rushed over. Some asked for buns with leek and egg filling, some asked for pure mutton filling, and some asked for the northern region's unique ground vegetable and vermicelli filling. The proprietress said there was no vegetarian filling, and the buns in this tray were all meat-filled. Some diners were happy, while others were depressed.

The convoy stopped for a while in front of the gouache shop and then went on its way again. It was not the princess who ordered her entourage to buy rouge, but a little girl in a red jacket with a pair of pigtails hanging behind her head with red bows at the end who tripped while crossing the street, her face full of grievance and tears in her eyes.

The cold-blooded Jin Luo, who loved to study how to torture prisoners, showed his gentle side very rarely. He picked up the person and put her on the roadside, and asked the blind old man selling candy figures to make a big red rooster for her.

Chuzhou City is just like other cities. Except that there are slightly more soldiers patrolling back and forth, the situation in the city is not much different from that of the capitals of various states in Dafeng Prefecture.

At this time, the clerk asked whether they should take the carriage to Zhenbei Palace, but Minister Sun did not agree. When they arrived at the door of Ping'an Inn, they asked their men to check in. The three of them got out of the carriage and saw an old man selling calligraphy and paintings across the street, so they walked over to inquire about his news: "How are you, old man?"

"Okay, do you three want to buy calligraphy and paintings?"

"I don't need this for now. Can I ask you a few questions?"

"Ask, my Lord."

"Is Chuzhou City peaceful recently?"

"That's great. With the King of Zhenbei in charge of Chuzhou, the northern barbarians are very obedient."

The three of them looked at each other and frowned.

When Censor Gou saw Chu Pingsheng and Nangong Qianrou coming, he looked at him with a little contempt: "Hearing is not believing, seeing is believing. Xu Yinluo, the peace and tranquility in Chuzhou City is obvious at a glance. The fact of a bloodbath over 3,000 miles is nonsense."

"Is it?"

Chu Pingsheng was not annoyed: "Master Gou, don't you know that what you hear is not necessarily true, what you see is not necessarily true, and if the strong attack the heart, the heart can also be poisoned."

Yuan Shaoqing said: "What do you mean?"

Chu Pingsheng was about to speak when he heard the sound of horse hooves approaching from behind. A team of fully armed border soldiers rode through the city and came towards where they were staying. Leading the team was a fierce general wearing armor, with a sword hanging from his waist. His left eye was covered by a black leather mask. He had a ferocious look and was full of hostility.

Minister Sun said, "It is the Duke of the Protectorate, Que Yongxiu."

"Where is Chu Xianglong?"

After Que Yongxiu arrived, he didn't even look at Chu Pingsheng, and he didn't dismount to greet Minister Sun. His eyes scanned the area and finally stopped at the carriage guarded by the palace guards at the door of the inn.

Minister Sun said, "Could it be that General Que did not receive the news sent by the Sanhuang County Magistrate? Chu Xianglong was protecting the princess on his way north, but was ambushed by a Kui clan expert and died for his country."

Que Yongxiu's one eye was slightly cold. He did not explain, nor did he ask for details about the attack on the princess. He continued to question her while sitting on his horse.

"Where's the princess?"

Minister Sun bowed and said, "The princess is in the carriage now."

Que Yongxiu was a Duke, and in terms of rank, he was of the first grade. Shangshu Sun was of the second grade, half a level lower.

"Since you have arrived in Chuzhou, why don't you send someone to escort the princess to the palace immediately? What are your intentions?"

Yuan Shaoqing and Gou Yushi looked at each other in silence, feeling indignant. As imperial envoys, they went north to investigate the Three Thousand Miles Bloody Massacre case with Xu Qian'an, not to escort the princess. It was a rare achievement that they were able to find the princess and lead the people safely to Chu after their ship was attacked. It would have been fine if Que Yongxiu didn't thank them, but his current attitude was so arrogant that it was sickening.

Minister Sun said, "We want to settle down first and then send the princess to the palace, and pay a visit to the prince to verify the bloody massacre of three thousand miles."

"A bloodbath of three thousand miles?"

Que Yongxiu sneered at this, disdaining to explain, and waved his hands to his attendants on both sides: "Take the princess back to the palace."

The two soldiers dismounted and walked quickly towards the princess' carriage with their hands on the hilts of their swords.

Just at this moment, Chu Pingsheng moved slightly and stopped the two of them.

"Wait a minute."

Que Yongxiu glared with his one eye, murderous: "Who are you? How dare you block my way?"

Chu Pingsheng just sneered.

Nangong Qianrou didn't want to conflict with Que Yongxiu, so she clasped her fists and replied, "Xu Qian'an, the night watchman's silver gong."

In the carriage next to them, Mu Nanzhi must have heard the conflict outside and opened the curtains to look into the distance.

"A silver gong, huh, a silver gong dares to block the road, are you tired of living?"

Clang.

Que Yongxiu drew his sword and said, "If you don't move aside, I will chop you to pieces."

Nangong Qianrou frowned slightly: "General Que, Xu Qian'an is His Majesty's special envoy, the chief imperial envoy, responsible for investigating the bloody massacre of three thousand miles, please take back your weapons."

"Your Majesty's special envoy?" Que Yongxiu did not follow his words. He still sat with a knife in his hand, looking down at him: "You investigate your case, I will pick up my princess, you just get out of the way, otherwise the King of Zhenbei will blame you, even if you are a special envoy, you will be in big trouble."

"Is it?"

Chu Pingsheng smiled faintly, and did not see him make any movement. Nangong Qianrou only felt a rush of hot wind, and then two human legs fell to the ground with a snap. Then it was the turn of the warhorse under Que Yongxiu's crotch. It was completely cut open from head to tail, and the cut was charred. As the horse's carcass fell to the ground, a smell of barbecue wafted out.

"what……"

The Duke of Dafeng pressed his broken leg with his hand and cried out in pain like a wolf, his voice was shrill and as cruel as a pig being slaughtered.

Everyone was stunned.

Nangong Qianrou stared at the dragon-patterned sword in Chu Pingsheng's hand.

Xu Qian'an cut off the Duke of Protectorate's leg with one knife?

Que Yongxiu is a genuine fourth-rank warrior.

How did he, a sixth-rank warrior, do it?
"Kill him and avenge the Protector of the Country."

The loyal deputy general roared, drew his sword, jumped up and chopped with all his might. The sword energy was already there before the blade arrived.

"kill!"

A dozen or so followers nearby followed suit, none of them taking Xu Yinluo's identity as the emperor's special envoy seriously.

The sword flashed.

shuh...

Puff puff……

Que Yongxiu brought more than twenty followers to pick up the princess. The ground instantly turned into a Shura field. No one was intact. The worst-hit deputy general had his hands and feet broken and his body was cut into six pieces.

This was like a slaughter. The extremely cruel scene frightened Sun Min and others. Censor Gou, who often made harsh remarks about others, felt his legs go limp and he fell to the ground. Shaoqing Yuan also looked pale.

Nangong Qianrou shook her head gently. This was not Xu Qian'an. This was not the Xu Qian'an she knew.

"Xu Qian'an, what are you doing?!"

She reached out to pry his shoulders apart, but was knocked away by a strong force. She felt her palm go numb and her wrist bone ache, as if it was broken.

Chu Pingsheng raised his knife and sighed: "Don't you think the people in Chuzhou City are too calm?"

Sun Min was still able to remain calm. He looked back at the long street and saw the waiter waiting for customers in front of the door, the groom leading the horse, the farmer arguing with the servant, and the girl in the red coat licking the candy cock fiercely...

The people on the street, except for the members of the convoy, had no reaction at all to Xu Qian'an's killing.

"How could he be so fearless?"

Chu Pingsheng said: "It's very simple, because these people are already dead."

"Dead... dead?"

Yuan Shaoqing looked around in disbelief.

"How can it be."

"Why not?"

Chu Pingsheng pointed to the sky, and white light shot out, going straight into the sky. Black cracks spread rapidly with the white light as the center, and heart-pounding waves continued to hit his body.

Shangshu Sun, Shaoqing Yuan and the others felt dizzy and their vision was blurred, while the scene before them slowly changed.

The sunshine is gone.

The dark clouds and low pressure are suffocating.

The popularity of the whole city disappeared.

The wind howled, as if ghosts were crying. The merchants setting up stalls on the street, the passers-by bargaining, the diners sipping the broth before eating buns, and the innocent little girl in the red coat were gone. They were all gone.

Instead, there were lifeless zombies lying on the roadside, blood was congealed in the gutters, and the wind from the street brought a pungent stench.

Sun Min couldn't hold on any longer. His hands and legs were trembling, and he fell to the ground. He pointed at the scene in front of him and stammered, "Blood...blood slaughter over three thousand miles...is actually real...dead...all dead..."

Nangong Qianrou was sweating profusely, the back of her clothes had collapsed, and the little girl in the red coat whom she had just carried across the street was lying on the top of the pile of dead bodies, her face covered in blood and corpse spots on her neck.

"Massacre...massacre the city?"

She opened her eyes wide, her pupils dilated and trembled. Even though she was in charge of the night watchmen and the prison, and she prided herself on being knowledgeable, she was still shocked and overwhelmed by the sight.

Chu Pingsheng ignored her, raised his hand to take the sword, and looked towards the location of Zhenbei Palace.

Two spheres were floating under the gray sky, one dark red and the other gray-black. Correspondingly, the blood and soul power in the dead bodies rose up like wisps of green smoke and merged into the two spheres respectively.

"what is that?"

Nangong Qianrou also discovered something unusual in the sky above the palace.

"Blood Pill and Soul Pill."

"What do you mean?"

Someone massacred the city of Chuzhou and used 300,000 people to make elixirs.

Nangong Qianrou's scalp tingled and her hands and feet became cold after hearing this.

"Protect them."

Chu Pingsheng gave an order and walked forward with his sword.

"Ho..."

"Ho..."

Que Yongxiu lay on the ground, trying hard to raise his head. His forehead was covered with wrinkles and his left eye glared at him with hatred.

"Someone used 300,000 people from Chuzhou City to refine blood pills, but you, as the Duke of Protector of the Country, were unscathed. Que Yongxiu, tell me, what is your connection with the people who massacred the city?"

"I was forced."

"Who forced you?"

Que Yongxiu dragged his leg, which was broken at the knee, to a headless corpse and used it as a cushion for his waist. Only then did he feel better.

"The Kui tribe..."

"You mean the killings in the city were all done by the Kui Clan?"

"good."

Que Yongxiu said: "They also captured the King of Zhenbei."

"You are still thinking about the princess even though you are in prison, and you are asked to come and pick her up? How many people would believe such nonsense?"

"The person who is thinking about the princess is Jili Zhigu, the leader of the Qingyan tribe of the Kui clan. Jili Zhigu threatened the life of the King of Zhenbei and promised that if he could bring the princess back, he would only destroy her martial arts but not her life."

As everyone knows, the two extraordinary people of the northern barbarians, Jili Zhigu, the leader of the Qingyan tribe, and Zhu Jiu, the leader of the northern demon tribe, both have the strength of the peak of the third rank.

Chu Pingsheng sneered, "King of Zhenbei? Since his name is 'Zhenbei', when Chuzhou City fell, he should have sacrificed his life for his country. I didn't expect him to be such a coward."

"This has nothing to do with King Zhenbei. I acted on my own initiative and was willing to be a running dog of the barbarians."

"So, you, Que Yongxiu, are a loyal and righteous man who is willing to defile himself for his friends?"

Que Yongxiu said: "It doesn't matter who I am. Since you are an imperial envoy and have extraordinary strength, you will not sit idly by and watch the King of Zhenbei fall into the hands of the enemy."

"You mean... let me help you rescue King Zhenbei?"

"Exactly."

Chu Pingsheng hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay."

After saying this, he no longer paid attention to Que Yongxiu and looked up at the two pills that had already taken shape in the air.

Que Yongxiu said that Xu Qian'an has extraordinary powers?

At this point, Nangong Qianrou is deeply suspicious of the identity of the "Xu Yinluo" in front of her. Since the street scenes she saw along the way could be faked, then couldn't the "Xu Qian'an" in front of her who made her feel powerless be a fake?
"Who are you anyway?"

"You really want to know?"

"think."

This is also Mu Nanzhi's problem.

Curiosity overwhelmed her fear, and she stretched out her trembling hand, lifted a corner of the carriage curtain, and looked outside. She tried her best to ignore the corpse on the corner of the street and focused her eyes on the man who was walking with her.

He turned around and looked back, and he changed completely, becoming the guy she was very familiar with - a monk who performed consecration.

No wonder he dared to tease her, totally disregarding Prince Zhenbei and Emperor Yuan Jing, and even made a bet with her that used to sound like a random matchmaking, but now made her blush and feel anxious when she thought about it.

"Oh it's you!"

Nangong Qianrou, Minister of Justice Sun Min, Censor Gou of the Censorate, Shaoqing Yuan of the Dali Temple, and the entourage who had traveled all the way from the capital also understood.

Why can he see through Taoist magic? Because he is an enlightened monk.

Why did he dare to kill the Duke of the State with a knife and slaughter all the guards in the palace? Because he was a consecrated monk.

For someone who destroyed the Dharma image of Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha with his sword, is there anything he dare not do?
"Consecration..."

This guy who was going to be a royal consort and who still had a bald head and refused to grow hair had been teasing him all the way. Thinking about what he had done to her in the Night Watchmen's Office, Nangong Qianrou felt her head explode.

Snapped.

Chu Pingsheng grabbed the whip she was using.

"If you dare to hold me back, I will strip you of your armor and pants and spank you in front of Minister Sun and the others."

He could really do such a thing!

"Shameless..."

Nangong Qianrou scolded in a low voice.

Chu Pingsheng loosened his hand holding the whip, pointed his toes, and his long gown fluttered in the wind, and he shot away like lightning. One moment he was in front of the inn, and the next moment he was above the palace.

At the same time, a Taoist priest rose into the air from the backyard of the Zhenbei Palace and faced him.

The Taoist wore a black robe with a lotus flower hooked out of gold thread on the front. He emanated a disgusting stench, his facial features were distorted, and his appearance seemed to be constantly changing. His two hands were shaped like devil's claws, with dark blue skin covered with scales, and his ten fingers were filled with demonic energy.

"Earth Sect Dao Shou Hei Lian?"

"Consecration..."

Hei Lian's voice was hoarse and erratic, like a ghost crying.

Chu Pingsheng glanced behind him again. On the rockery in the backyard of the Zhenbei Palace, a Wushen Sect spiritual master dressed in a black robe stretched out his hands. Strange tadpole patterns with black fluff swirled around his body and danced. Below him was a Wuling Array constructed with dark red array patterns, which continued to absorb the blood and souls of the dead in the city and merged into two pills in the air that were about to take shape.

"They are all old acquaintances..."

Hei Lian's Taoist robe shook, and a few drops of sticky pus fell off, which quickly melted the potted plants that were already withered due to the influence of the witch spirit formation, turning them into black mud with a fishy smell.

Previously, his clone suffered a great loss in Qinglong Temple outside Dafeng City.

Originally, the right arm of the Shura King had lost its former power due to years of suppression. It was smashed to pieces in a head-on confrontation with the monk's Dharma image in the Qinglong Temple. Now he is in a deep sleep and can only use the basic application of plundering vitality. The condition of his left arm is also not good.

The right arm of King Shura was sealed under the Sangpo Lake. The effect of the Heavenly Realm Magic Array was to suppress it. However, the left arm that he rescued at the cost of the lives of the two elders, Green Lotus and Blue Lotus, was different. It had been sealed in the pagoda of the Sanhua Temple in Leizhou. The monks in the temple chanted scriptures, meditated, and practiced with one heart and soul, using the power of Buddha to eliminate the evil nature of his left arm over the years. Therefore, compared with the right arm, the situation of the left arm is worse.

Chu Pingsheng said: "You attached the Shura King's arms to your body, and found that your second-grade cultivation could not awaken the martial arts power dormant in them, so you set your sights on the people of the northern border, hoping to refine soul pills to nourish the atrophied spirits of your arms and gain combat power comparable to that of a first-grade strongman, right?"

"..."

Hei Lian remained silent, because what the monk said was exactly right.

At that time, when he was trying to reach the first rank, he failed due to the power of cause and effect. His soul was split into two, one was a black lotus and the other was a golden lotus. The black lotus was possessed by a demon, and his strength was damaged. He fell from the second rank to the middle rank, and because his soul was incomplete, he lost the possibility of reaching the first rank. The golden lotus brought him merits, had good intentions, and took away the Earth Sect's most precious treasure, the Book of Earth, but his strength declined severely and he was reduced to the fourth rank.

The reason why Black Lotus coveted the remains of King Shura was that he wanted to refine and absorb the remaining soul of the Half-Step Martial God in it, repair his own injuries, and strive to break through to the first rank. Even if he couldn't, he could still rely on his arms to compete with first-rank strongmen.

Unexpectedly, after obtaining the arms, he found that he could neither refine the spirit in his arms, nor awaken it and make use of it, so he could only make nourishing the spirit in his arms a priority.

Perhaps he was worried that Hei Lian alone was no match for him.

A giant jumped out from the front yard of the palace. He was nearly two meters long, with a curved horn on his head pointing to the sky. His bronze skin had a metallic luster, and he looked majestic and domineering.

Behind the giant was another member of the Kui tribe, with a pair of narrow eyes with golden vertical pupils, green scales on his neck like armor, and he was shorter.

Of course, the so-called "short" here is about three meters tall, which is much taller than ordinary people.

This person was holding a human man in his hand. He had long brows and a square face, and looked somewhat like Emperor Yuan Jing. He was wearing a set of Ming Guang armor and a scarlet cloak with shoulder buckles, but unfortunately it was torn in half and was in tatters, looking unbearable to look at.

Needless to say, this was the King of Zhenbei who was captured alive by the Kui tribe.

"Kaiguang, I advise you not to act rashly."

The extraordinary Jili Zhigu of the Kui clan has a voice like a loud bell, a faint light flows from the curved horns on his head, and a large sword as big as a door panel is held in his hand.

"I heard that you wanted to save him. I also heard that you like to trade with people?"

"The intelligence gathering was done well."

Chu Pingsheng nodded and said, "That's right."

"Then let's make a deal. As long as you offer the princess, I will return the King of Zhenbei to you. How about that? According to the seniority of your human race, he is your uncle."

The people of Dafeng called the enemy in the north a barbarian tribe, but they did not expect that he was quite knowledgeable and actually mastered the knowledge of human generation.

Chu Pingsheng showed a mocking expression: "Third-grade peak? Haha, you are interested in Mu Nanzhi's Flower God Spirit Essence. What a coincidence, I also have this plan. Do you think an uncle without feelings is more valuable to me than the Flower God Spirit Essence?"

"You really do know..." Hei Lian said, "No wonder you disguised yourself as Xu Qian'an and came to the Northern Territory in person."

Jili Zhigu mentioned the big sword that could smash people into meat patties. There was a terrifying murderous intent around him, and the earth energy was flowing out from under his feet. The stone slabs that he had stepped on earlier turned into powder on the ground and were blown away by the wind.

"Then I will chop off his head and snatch the princess from you."

Chu Pingsheng said, "Since you know that I like to trade with people, you should know what happened to the Arhat of Devotion. Jili Zhigu, you sent Que Yongxiu to ask for the princess because you were worried that I would come here with Xu Qian'an, so you planned to deceive the world and take the princess away by wits, right? How come you are so stupid now? Could it be that this plan was not yours?"

"I have a proposal."

Xu Pingfeng, who was controlling the Wu Ling Formation, put down his hands and turned to look at Chu Pingsheng. In the sky, the vortex around the blood pill began to shrink, and the soul pill was also compressed bit by bit. It seemed that the double pills would be refined soon, and only the finishing process was left.

(End of this chapter)