The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 278 There is nothing beautiful in the Jianghu

Since leaving the restaurant, Song Feng changed his mask to a new human skin mask and put it on Qiu Sheng and Shi Shaojian.

Followed by.

Three of them wore fur coats.

I have to say that the weather outside the pass is really cold. When you are in the south, you can't feel the four seasons. There is not much change between spring, summer, autumn and winter.

But once you get outside the pass, it's really freezing.

Fortunately, Shi Shaojian still had some gold and silver ingots in his hands, so he bought a few large cotton-padded jackets.

Not to mention putting on a thick cotton-padded jacket.

Even Song Feng now looked like a bear, no longer having the feeling of a mysterious old man as before.

This is even more true for Qiu Sheng and Shi Shaojian.

The two of them were wearing big cotton-padded jackets with their hands tucked into their sleeves, and they really looked like bandits from the mountains.

Three men were wearing leather jackets and hunching their heads.

As they shuttled through the mountains and forests, no one could tell who they were, and no one knew whether they were the indigenous inhabitants of this land.

"Seventh Uncle, we have already entered the city, why do we have to come out? The environment in the city is so good, and the Tibetans are hiding very well."

When he said this, Qiu Sheng lowered the dog-skin hat on his head.

This dog fur hat is really warm.

Now, his whole body was steaming with heat, a feeling he had never experienced in the South.

However, after hearing what Qiu Sheng said, Song Feng shook his head:

"Although people can hide in the city, it is also very dangerous. And now it is the Fuso army that truly controls the city."

"If we're not careful, the three of us will be trapped without us even noticing, and there are a lot of idiots here."

"Instead of hiding in the city and being wary of someone leaking the news, it's better for us to stay in the mountains."

"At least here in the deep mountains and old forests, as long as we sneak deep enough, basically no outsiders can come and find our traces."

When he said this, Song Feng casually grabbed a handful of snow from the forest.

The snow is falling heavily.

As long as it is in the mountains and forests, unless the hunter is really an old hunter, otherwise the traces will be completely covered up the next second as soon as he leaves.

There's absolutely no way to find it.

In this snowy mountain forest, even if someone wanted to look for it, it would probably take a lot of effort.

Of course.

Because there are many mountains and forests here, the possibility of these various animals becoming spirits and causing trouble is relatively high.

Otherwise, why do people say that the area outside the pass is the base camp of the elves and the fairy family, and it is the paradise for all the fairies and monsters?
It is now that the imperial court has collapsed.

When the imperial court was at its peak, these powerful monsters outside the Great Wall were extremely arrogant.

Walking outside the pass openly.

Although it is not to the extent of building a demon country outside the Great Wall, it is almost the same.

Although nowadays, with the gradual decline of spiritual energy, the power of those big monsters has also begun to decline.

The amount of mana that can be leveraged is also gradually decreasing.

However, compared to those immortals who worship incense and worship gods, for those great demons who truly practice physical cultivation, magical means are secondary.

If a fight really breaks out.

A body several dozen meters long rolled up on the mountain, and the scales that had been refined for hundreds of years were invulnerable to swords and guns, and even bullets could not penetrate them.

Although for various reasons.

The big monster has not come down the mountain.

But the area outside the Great Wall is still the territory of the immortals and elves.

Otherwise, why would Scissors Liu pay so much attention to the fairy elves?
It's just that their power is too strong.

After all, this is a monster that has feasted on the incense, luck, and blood offerings of an entire country!
"But the deep mountains and old forests are all white as far as the eye can see. Even in the daytime, it is pitch black inside the big forest."

"If we get lost in there by accident, then the three of us will really have a hard time. This is a little different from what I thought..."

When it came to the end, Qiu Sheng didn't know what to say for a moment.

In his imagination.

When you come to the outside of the Great Wall to make a living, you have to eat meat and drink wine, fight with magic, slay demons and monsters, and sacrifice yourself for the country.

Unexpectedly, I didn't live up to my imagined life, but ended up digging in the deep mountains and forests for several days.

Who can bear this gap?

However, after hearing Qiu Sheng's words, Song Feng laughed, looking like an adult looking at a child:
"...Hahaha, what do you think the martial arts world is? Is it about loyalty, swearing brotherhood by kneading clay, or eating big bowls of meat and drinking big bowls of wine?"

"Or maybe it's what's described in those vernacular novels you've read, where a man and a horse made a great name for themselves in the martial arts world?"

When he said this, Song Feng's tone changed slightly, and then he exhaled and said:

"No! All of it is wrong! The martial arts world is full of intrigue, fighting, and killing."

“Life is full of rivers and lakes, but the rivers and lakes you think of are only beautified. The real rivers and lakes are more cruel than you think.”

"Why do you think the protagonists in those literary novels you read go out to venture into the martial arts world?"

"Aren't the so-called heroes of the Jianghu just vagrants with no property or jobs? Aren't the so-called Jianghu disputes all for a living?"

When he said this, Song Feng paused for a moment, then glanced at the two guys in front of him with a smile:
"Your master was able to take root in a place, which means he fought his way out of the big dyeing workshop of the underworld and got ashore."

"In the eyes of the heroes, people with wealth and property are the envy of them. They are truly successful people."

"What is the final fate of most so-called Jianghu heroes? They die on the road fighting with others, end up in someone else's backyard, or become escorts."

"It's like having no food to eat, walking on the edge of a knife all the time, licking blood from the blade, and hanging your head on your belt..."

When he said this, Song Feng's eyes became even more profound:

"Compared to those veterans, you are just fledglings." "But at the same time, you are also the one they envy the most, because you have a good background, people behind you, and you have someone to rely on."

"You have countless gold and silver, and you have a complex network of connections in the martial arts world. If this happened in ancient times, you would be a truly famous family."

"If someone were to write a novel and use you as the background of the Jianghu, then you would be the nobles in the novel..."

Qiu Sheng and Shi Shaojian are at a time in their lives when they are looking forward to the future.

I am also at that age when I imagine myself as the protagonist of a vernacular novel.

Although they followed their seventh uncle out, they had already received instructions from their elders in the sect.

However, they all have the idea of ​​dressing themselves up in fine clothes and riding a horse, venturing out into the world alone, and making a great name for themselves.

However, when they heard from their seventh uncle, they overturned the whole process.

When they told him what the reality of making a living in the world was, they both felt a sense of disillusionment.

"...This...this...this...shouldn't the martial arts world be like this?"

Thinking of this, even Shi Shaojian felt a sense of despair on his face.

Looking at the appearance of Shi Shaojian.

The expression of watching the fun on Song Feng's face became even more profound, and then he spoke:
"This is what Jianghu is like! The thin booklet in your hand is the life of a so-called Jianghu hero."

“Perhaps one of these stories would take up a third of the entire booklet, but this one story only covers a few days…a few months of his life.”

"In the storytelling, traveling from Shandong to Shanxi, or from Hainan to Tianjin, is just a blink of an eye."

“But in reality, we have to climb mountains and cross seas, walk through endless mountains, and experience the dangers of the world.”

"During this process, many former heroes were drugged by that small restaurant and robbed and killed."

"How many youngsters who were bewitched by vernacular novels and thought they were the protagonists of their own lives were dumped in the suburbs?"

When he said this, Song Feng's tone became a little deeper:
"Remember, the Jianghu is not about loyalty, but about betrayal. It's about who has the lower bottom line and who has the sharper brain."

"Although it is not ruled out that there are heroes who put righteousness first in the martial arts world, you have to remember that there are only one or two such heroes in the entire martial arts world."

"The real sinister villain, the treacherous demon, is the biggest protagonist in the entire martial arts world. You guys are still too naive..."

When talking about this, Song Feng folded his hands, like an old man telling stories to children under a big tree, and said slowly:

"If you wander the world on your own and get into trouble, you will become the idle dandy described in the novels~"

"In the martial arts world, the winner has the final say. Whoever survives to the end is the one who really has the say and is the so-called Grand Master."

With his arms folded, Song Feng shook his head and talked about his past experiences in the underworld:
"Do you think that the heroes who traveled with me in the past, and the disciples of those big sects, were few in number?"

"To put it bluntly, when I first started out, I was just a small fry in the spirit world. When they held big conferences and banquets, I didn't even have a place to stand."

"At that time, disciples from big sects not only had a place to sit, but once they announced their name and mentioned their sect, they would even be invited to sit in the seat of honor."

"In our era, the spiritual energy had not yet died down, and the imperial court had not yet collapsed. It was so lively back then~"

When he said this, Song Feng's eyes couldn't help but flash a little bit of nostalgia, and then he said with emotion:
"But, the so-called chosen ones and the so-called protagonists of my time have now disappeared like shooting stars."

"On the contrary, I, a young farmer who crawled out of the gutter and was looked down upon by everyone, became the so-called side sect master, the Lord of Beiyin Mountain..."

"Once a person dies, he is nothing. But if he is alive, he has an infinite future. You are the fledglings of the world."

"He was born into an extraordinary family and had extraordinary talents. He did not have the chance to experience the dirty things in the underworld, but he has already become a master in the underworld."

"Back then, I loved making friends with people like this. They were full of pride and had great hopes for the future. Tsk tsk tsk tsk... They were really such a bold and foolish young man!"

Looking at Seventh Uncle shaking his head.

Listening to what Seventh Uncle said, for a moment, the last bit of hope that Qiu Sheng and Shi Shaojian had for the martial arts world was shattered.

"Seventh Uncle, please stop talking. I still have high hopes for the spiritual world and the martial arts world. When you say that, I feel like my life is almost hopeless."

When he said this, Qiu Sheng grabbed a handful of snow and wiped it on his face to make him look less disappointed:
"Speaking of which, Uncle Seven, according to the map you looked at, when will it take us to reach the Waseda Grand Shrine?"

"I've been walking in this forest, with nothing but white in sight and no end in sight. My hope is almost gone."

This is the disadvantage of being outside the Great Wall. Everywhere you look, it's all white. When it snows, you can't see anything.

If it is a local old hunter, it is not too bad, as he may feel a sense of familiarity when he sees some things, but if it is an outsider, he will be really confused.

Moreover, the forest there is dense and dense.

I went in and found nothing.

There is no telling how many skeletons are buried in this dense forest.

After taking a look into the distance, Song Feng slowly said:
"Don't rush, don't rush. In three to five days, we can pass through this forest and find human habitation."

"When the time comes, we need to take a break and see what the rules are in this so-called Great Palace."

"Don't look at these guys like Scissor Liu. They keep talking about Fuso monsters and look down on them."

"But these Fuso guys are extremely powerful. If we are not careful, even if the leaders of the various sects come, they may still be overturned."

“Despise the enemy strategically, but take him seriously tactically, otherwise you will die without knowing where you are.”

After hearing what Uncle Seven said, Qiu Sheng and Shi Shaojian both sighed helplessly:

"Alas..."×2
No wonder the old masters of Mount Maoshan never even come down the mountain and prefer to chant scriptures and practice on the mountain.

Love is what real life is.

However, just as the three of them were walking through the forest, they suddenly heard a terrifying roar from afar:
"……hold head high!!!"

The roar didn't sound loud.

But the voice was very low.

For a moment, even though Qiu Sheng and Shi Shaojian had already cultivated their magic power, they couldn't help but feel a shock in their hearts:
"…It's a tiger!" ×2
Seeing these two little guys looking like they were facing a formidable enemy, Song Feng shook his head:
"…It's not a tiger…it's a tiger!"

After hearing what his seventh uncle said, Qiu Sheng looked at him in confusion.

Is there a difference between a tiger and a tiger?
Looking at these two knowledgeable kids with clear eyes, Song Feng helplessly put his hands behind his back and led them towards the direction where the voice came from:

"Don't be impatient... This is just the beginning. This mountain king has just shown his majesty. Next, it's time for him to raise his stick..."

(End of this chapter)