The Bad Guys: Everyone, let’s revive the Tang Dynasty together!

Chapter 304 Closing the Net (End)

Under the dark cloud sky, a white rainbow suddenly passed by.

There seemed to be a faint sound of thunder in the distance, but Hou Qing, who was at the end, didn't care at all. He just stared at the corner of Xiao Yan's clothes fluttering in the wind in front of him. Then he looked up at the hilt of the knife he was holding tightly, and then glanced at the mountains and rivers that were constantly changing under his feet.

Hou Qing understood.

Learning never ends. When I showed my skills in front of the Lord of the Eleventh Cave, the Lord was convinced on the spot and called him his brother.

But if the Eleventh Cave Lord saw this scene, he would probably despise Hou Qing for being so eager to show off.

Thinking of this, Hou Qing couldn't help but nodded slightly.

It seems that when I become the person flying with a sword, I will have to find an opportunity to go to the Twelve Caves to meet the Lord of the Eleventh Cave. But he just took a tour and left, without even giving him a chance to ask questions.

The sense of mystery cannot be lost.

As the altitude began to drop, Hou Qing stopped thinking and glanced back into the distance. He could see that the place where the Ten Thousand Poison Cave was located was already filled with rolling shadows, as if a dark sky was covering the sky above the Ten Thousand Poison Cave, completely isolating it from the rest of the world.

Presumably, that was the 'witchcraft formation' that You Chuan mentioned. It was said that it was not only filled with voodoo, but also densely populated with something called 'dark mosquitoes'. If an adult stepped into it, even without voodoo, it would only take a few breaths for him to be sucked dry by the 'dark mosquitoes'.

It seems that Du Gong has already started to refine the God of War.

At this time, with the height only a few feet from the ground, Hou Qing loosened his grip on the hilt of the knife, put one hand behind his back, and floated to the ground.

On the outskirts of the Dead Creek Forest, Ji Ruxue and Chi Meng had been waiting for a long time. When they saw the three people from afar, they were surprised and happy. After Xiao Yan helped the still unconscious Gu King to the ground, the two women came forward to help at the same time.

Chi Meng's eyes had long been red, biting her lips, looking at the skinny Gu King, whose body was almost just skin, with tears welling up in her eyes, but she just supported him with all her strength, sniffed, and said to Xiao Yan and Hou Qing: "Little Guoguo, my little apprentice, I owe you my life!"

Hou Qing looked serious and clasped his fists, saying, "This is the responsibility of a disciple."

Xiao Yan just waved his hand and chuckled, "The Gu King's breath is a little disordered, but his physical condition is not as serious as it looks. Maybe he will be fine after the withering spell that You Chuan mentioned before is removed. Don't worry."

Chi Meng wiped the corners of his eyes, feeling as if a huge rock had finally fallen to the ground. He forced a smile and nodded heavily.

After Ji Ruxue put away the Tang sword for Xiao Yan, she just stood aside and looked Xiao Yan up and down, as if she wanted to see if he had any injuries. Fortunately, Xiao Yan looked normal, so she didn't ask more questions at this occasion, but just asked: "Are there any pursuers behind us?"

"Should be no." Unexpectedly, the person who answered was Hou Qing. He walked behind the others and patted the bone flute and said, "When we were helping Master escape, the Ten Thousand Poison Cave had already activated the witchcraft formation. The Poison Lord never showed up from beginning to end. It seems that he has no intention of caring about things outside the Ten Thousand Poison Cave."

After hearing this, Ji Ruxue didn't ask any more questions.

Xiao Yan suddenly tilted his head and gave her a reassuring look.

Ji Ruxue was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head slightly and smiled.

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The final destination of the few people was naturally the temple where Xian Shen once lived. On the way, Ji Ruxue told Xiao Yan that Xian Shen had promised Chi Meng that he was willing to persuade the Dan tribe to send troops, but after hearing that they were coming to pick up the three of them, he had disappeared.

But when they arrived at the temple, Xian Shen had already squatted on the swing in the temple, staring at the Gu King with disheveled hair and mud all over his body, without blinking, and his expression was hidden behind his messy hair and not revealed. He was just biting an unknown fruit from time to time.

Although Chi Meng felt relieved, he was still panicked when he saw his father's appearance. He walked around the temple aimlessly, as if he was desperately thinking about how to cure the withering spell on Gu King. But after a while, he found a container filled with hot water from somewhere and used it to wipe Gu King's face. Naturally, he had no time to pay attention to the fresh ginseng.

Unexpectedly, Xian Shen suddenly walked behind her and said softly, "Let me do it."

Xiao Yan, who was meditating to recover his strength, opened his eyes, looked at Ji Ruxue who was looking at him, then nodded, and the two of them left the temple quietly together.

"Auntie, you can cure the Withering Technique!?" Chi Meng turned around in surprise, and then slapped his forehead as if he remembered something.

Well, she was so stupid that she even forgot that this strange woman was from Twelve Caves!

Thinking of this, she hurriedly made way, not even noticing that there were only three people left in the temple: her, the Gu King, and Xian Shen.

Xian Shen did not comment or answer, but just squatted in front of the Gu King and looked at him slowly for a long time.

Chi Meng was standing beside him, nervously pinching the corner of his clothes.

After a moment, Xian Shen suddenly reached out his hand and gently placed it on the cheek of the Gu King and rubbed it, and the sound became exceptionally soft.

"Chi Li, you were so famous back then, but now you are so old..."

For some reason, Chi Meng's mind suddenly froze, and her little face was stunned.

After a while, Xian Shen continued to talk to himself.

"Yes, our little Chi Meng has grown into a big girl..."

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"Boom, boom, boom..."

Amid the sound of drums and music, a group of people passed through the rolling insect formation. Dense black shadows enveloped them on all sides, as if they were ready to pounce on them and suck them dry and devour them at any moment.

The few guards in moon-white leather armor who were left behind were extremely nervous. They kept looking around with their hands on their swords, and their backs were wet with cold sweat. However, they had no choice but to follow closely at the end of the team, fearing that they would fall behind. The leader had a square face and a pair of big ears. He was a middle-aged man with a refined temperament.

As he walked with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, one hand was slowly bouncing a dark green bead up and down, while the other hand was lightly stroking his mustache. The corner of his mouth was slightly raised, and his pair of narrow eyes seemed to be oblivious to the rolling 'dark mosquitoes' around him. He just stared ahead with a half-smile.

The insect arrays on all sides were clearly centered around him, or rather, centered around the bead in his hand. There was not a single insect within a ten-step radius, and even the air was clean, without a trace of voodoo.

"Hehe, dear guest from afar, I apologize for not welcoming you from afar."

The rolling swarm of insects in front suddenly dispersed to the left and right, and a black-robed figure slowly walked out with a cane, escorted by someone.

The middle-aged man with big ears narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he first recognized the black-robed figure, but it was only for a moment, and he stroked his mustache and laughed: "With the poison-avoiding beads given by the Witch King, why does the Witch King need to come to meet us in person?"

As he said this, he put away the poison-avoiding beads, smiled faintly and clasped his fists in greeting: "Besides, how can I be worthy of being called an honored guest by the Witch King of the Ten Thousand Poison Cave? I think my foster father was full of respect for the Witch King when he talked to us, let alone me, Li Siyuan..."

The Du Gong, who was dressed in a black robe and had an inexplicably hunched figure, laughed heartily. When Li Siyuan approached, he simply patted him on the shoulder and said, "We are all working for the Marshal, so why should we distinguish between superiors and subordinates? The Saint Lord is well-known, and I have wanted to get to know him for many years, haven't I?"

As he spoke, the guards beside him had already stepped forward, leading a group of Tongwenguan guards to follow behind the two of them.

As he turned around, Li Siyuan frowned slightly, and immediately used his internal energy to move his body silently, guarding against any strangeness in the Du Gong's previous movements. However, after not detecting any strangeness, he returned to normal in half a breath, and then took out a folding fan from his waist, threw it away, and asked with a smile: "The Wizard King showed up to pick me up, doesn't it mean that the great thing that the commander-in-chief ordered the Wizard King to do has already been done..."

Poison Lord did not answer, but just chuckled and said: "The Holy Lord is indeed well-informed."

Li Siyuan closed his folding fan and said modestly, "No, no, it's just the commander-in-chief's suggestion. If it weren't for the commander-in-chief's assignment, I'm afraid I would still be in Hebei running around for my adoptive father..."

Poison Lord chuckled, and the faint smile on his face under the black robe faded slightly.

This big-eared thief always mentions the word "Marshal".

Ah.

"Since the Holy Lord has asked, I will take him to have a look. In the future, I will also need this item to help His Highness find work..."

"Then I will respectfully obey your command."

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The river water rushed against the bank. A big man dressed in Raojiang clothes stood on the shore, rubbed the exposed black hair on his chest, and looked at the Panyu city in the east with a frown.

A guard came over from the east bank, wading through the icy river water, and reported: "Captain, the Central Plains Chu people have indeed retreated. We saw it clearly over there, and the camp was burned down."

"These bastards actually retreated!"

The village chief spitted, and then looked at the other village chiefs with some difficulty: "The Witch King said at the beginning that the people of Nanping have harmed so many people in our Raojiang. If we don't massacre their big city and bring it back, it won't be considered revenge! Now that the people of Central Plains Chu have escaped, should we still fight?"

The group of people discussed for a while, half of them wanted to go back to the mountains, and the other half wanted to go to the city to attack before leaving. After all, so many cities had been attacked, and with the Gu Master and the war elephants, the people of Nanping fled too quickly. The loot and the population were not much, and they only relied on this one city. If they left like this, it would be a shame to fight outside for so many months.

And it was just right that the Chu people escaped. They were originally worried that if they arrived in Panyu a little late, they would have to follow behind the Chu people and eat soup. Now everything is theirs, what is there to be afraid of?
As a result, more and more people don't want to leave.

But just when they had finished discussing this, a messenger arrived from the Ten Thousand Poison Cave and told everyone that the Witch King had ordered the army to return to Raojiang to rest for more than a month, and that soldiers from all camps could move into the Ten Thousand Poison Cave to accept the Witch King's rewards and inheritance of witchcraft.

In other words, all the soldiers under their command are qualified to practice witchcraft and sorcery.

As a result, everyone was naturally happy and no longer cared about fighting. They immediately turned around and retreated.

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In Panyu City, teams of soldiers are also gathering.

On the top of the city wall, a skinny man in his forties wearing a black royal robe pleaded with an old man, "I hope Mr. Gongyang will show some sympathy to me. The morale of the soldiers of Nanping is low and they are not ready for a big fight. Since the Raojiang soldiers are going to retreat, why should we chase them?"

"Compassionate?"

Gong Yang put his left hand behind his back, the white beard on his chin swaying in the wind. He just sneered: "If we don't stop them now, in two months, there will be no scum left in your Nanping country."

As he spoke, he glanced at him and said, "Also, if it weren't for my lord, the Chu army would have already broken into the city. In that situation, you, Liu Yin, probably wouldn't care about whether people would be sympathetic or not. At the very least, you would have been exterminated by Ma Yin!"

King Nanping Liu Yin's face turned pale.

Gong Yang Zuo sneered: "Do you really think that Huainan Zhu Jin has nothing to do and suddenly runs to plunder the State of Chu?"

Liu Yin forced a smile: "My Lord, I never thought so..."

"So, if you don't follow my prince, what else can you do? Aren't you afraid that after two months, Ma Yin will lead his troops south again, and your Nanping army will be crippled..."

"Xiao Wang will definitely do his best to cooperate with Champion Marquis."

Gong Yangzuo laughed and patted Liu Yin on the shoulder: "That's it, listen to me, now, send troops to pursue Raojiang's troops immediately. No matter what, we have to delay for a day!"

(End of this chapter)