My enemies became my companions

Chapter 519: The Annihilation of the Ghost Lord (Four-in-One Extra Chapter)

The circles of iron armor were stretched thin by the tangled flesh and blood. The towering figure cast a huge shadow. It was covered in blood, and broken flesh dripped from the gaps in the armor, giving people an incomparable sense of oppression.

Through the gap in the mask, a pair of blood-red eyes stared at the Taoist priest intently. A strong murderous aura emanated from him, condensing into the tangible roar of a tiger or wolf.

Zhao Shourui watched this scene from afar, the murderous intent in his eyes was even more sinister than before. His fingertips stroked the peach wood sword, and he kept muttering: "Not enough, not enough"

It was not enough to kill that Taoist,

It's not enough to take back the Taisha Sword.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Shourui's lips buzzed, and he murmured two words almost at the same time as the ghost master: "Tai Sha"

As the voice fell, Chen Yi suddenly felt the clanging of the sword case on his back, and his face darkened.

Tonight, everyone who knew of the existence of the Taisha Sword desired it very much, just like a magic ring. Chen Yi took another look and saw the murderous aura lingering in Zhao Shourui's eyes, and he realized that he had become possessed by the devil without knowing when.

The inner demons are greed, anger and ignorance. When people who cultivate Taoism practice to cultivate their truth and cultivate a broad mind, they may enter a state of tranquility. They may see figures appear, or have banners, flags, and flowers of hundreds kinds, with heavenly fragrance and strange clouds covering the room. They may also hear the rhythm of celestial music. Then they will be sensitive to many evil spirits, and disasters will appear as they wish, and they will be blinded by strange and bizarre things.

Perhaps it was because of the incomplete inheritance of Zhenwu Mountain, or perhaps it was because his cultivation had not improved at all over the years, the heart of this Zhenwu Taoist had long been unstable and cracks had appeared. This could be seen from the fact that he did not perform any rituals but was still wearing purple clothes. It was this crack that was infected by the murderous aura of the ghost lord, which magnified his desires and distorted his understanding.

As for the finer details, Chen Yi didn't have time to explore them.

The ghost lord Wang Jian came to attack again.

It was as if a giant pagoda suddenly appeared in front of him, and the halberd brought with it a strong wind and smashed down with terrifying power. It was just like the so-called splitting of mountains and creating new lands.

Chen Yi did not resist, but raised his sword to block. The round sword intent completely eliminated the sharp wind. Even so, when the sword tip touched the halberd, Wang Jian's murderous aura surged. Suddenly, a huge force went upstream and attacked. The Ghost Lord twisted his body and swept through the army, actually tearing open Chen Yi's world of sword intent.

The strong wind was as turbid as a white line, making Chen Yi's Taoist robe rustle. The long sword in his hand spun, and he tried to lift the halberd with a little effort. Wang Jian took another step forward, and the majestic murderous aura was like a city wall pressing down on Chen Yi.

Chen Yi raised his left hand, and the sword flew out, with clinking sounds in the air, as if he was using softness to overcome hardness. He swept the halberd, intending to use force to defeat cleverness. His body spun along the soft momentum, and with a wave of the cold knife in his right hand, the soft momentum instantly turned into hard momentum, and he brought down a shocking slash!
In an instant, swords collided, sparks flew, and a huge cloud of dust spread out. Then there was a huge earthquake, and the smoke and dust that had been lingering for only a short while exploded like a broken drum. The two men's figures suddenly pushed each other away, breaking through the clouds and fog at the speed of a cannonball. When they stood still, the dispersing smoke and dust hit them in the face.

Wang Jian took a step forward, then raised his left foot and put it down heavily, then rushed forward again. The ground under his feet cracked like a spider web, and a huge shadow covered Chen Yi again. His visor had a fanatical look in his eyes, and his halberd was powerful. He chopped, stabbed, hooked, pecked, swept, chopped, and smashed. The black iron halberd weighing hundreds of pounds actually left a trail of afterimages. He fought with Chen Yi without any sign of running out of energy, and instead became more and more courageous!
"Tai Sha" he shouted those two words in an almost hoarse voice.

Chen Yi felt a huge shock on his back, and the flying sword inside him hit the sword case madly, causing his bones to ache.

"Qiang!"

A scarlet sword light suddenly broke out of the box, drawing a bloody line in the air, and the Taisha Sword struggled out from the gap.

The Taoist turned around suddenly and shouted angrily: "Go back!"

The restless flying sword hesitated for a moment, and when the Taoist reached out to it in danger, his five fingers formed a lock as his Taoist robe rolled up, and the Taisha Sword immediately retracted at lightning speed.

"Taisha!!"

The precious sword of the past flashed away, and Wang Jian's roar burst out from behind the bronze mask. Every word was bleeding in his throat, and his flesh and blood surged and swelled, making him look even more hideous and terrifying, as if countless anger was about to be poured out.

The flesh and blood under Wang Jian's visor twisted and surged, like thousands of poisonous snakes crawling under the skin. The long-forgotten memories came rushing towards him with a bloody storm.

That sword, how familiar
In front of the steps of the Xianyang Palace, Princess Huayang tied the sword around his waist with her own hands.

"My husband, I hope you can conquer the six kingdoms and never betray the king's kindness."

How familiar.
They are all still vivid in my mind.

Afterwards, the army set out, and outside Hangu Pass, three hundred thousand soldiers in black armor lined up. He raised the sword high, and in an instant, the sound below the pass was like thunder!
"The king's command is clear, the eight wastelands submit!"

The war cries of those years were still ringing in his ears. Dark red blood mist seeped out from the gaps in Wang Jian's visor. He heard a roar from his throat that was not like a human voice. Those vows and heads buried in the yellow sand, those victory reports and dry bones burned in the war, all the memories turned into thousands of wronged souls, tearing at his long-rotten organs.

"The king's command is clear, the eight wastelands submit!"

As it roared, the black iron halberd rose from the ground like a giant, tearing through the void and smashing down a dark and towering mountain towards the Taoist!

Almost at the same time, the dark sky rolled up the scales and claws of a blue dragon, which broke through the air above Chen Yi's head!

The bolt of lightning, as thick as a tree that could be embraced by two men, was torn down from the sky, mighty and mighty, rushing forward like a dragon!

A golden light flashed in Chen Yi's eyes.
Let’s go back to half an hour ago.

The sky was dark, and overlapping dark clouds covered the night sky. There was no bright moonlight in the valley anymore, only faint phosphorescent light, which was particularly eerie and strange.

Although it is said that people should sympathize with their own kind, and although the City God is fulfilling his duty in solving cases, Chen Yi is not a fool. The old saint could see that any rash action this time would inevitably lead to disastrous consequences, so how could he not see that?
The danger is greater than the outcome, simply because there are too many enemies. If it was just the Ghost Lord, it would be fine. However, the Ghost Lord, the Taoist Xuzhou, and the elusive Yuan Qi, all three attacked at the same time. Even if Chen Yi had the mentality of not dying, he would feel that he would lose a few layers of skin, and would be dead anyway.

So Chen Yi found Donggong Ruoshu and said, "Do you have a way to contact Jiang Shen?"

"You are talking about Mr. Yuan. Of course there is." Donggong Ruoshu nodded.

The longer a turtle lives, the more it sees. Just as Chen Yi expected, even in this foggy Corpse Valley, a natural breeding ground for evil spirits, it is not surprising that a mountain and water god like Jiang Shen, who has lived for hundreds of years, has ways to contact each other in times of crisis.

So Chen Yi proposed a plan and said, "Please tell him for me that I will not bother with anyone except the mastermind regarding the collusion between the White Lotus Sect and the Su family."

Donggong Ruoshu noticed that Chen Yi had something to say. Even a stupid girl like her knew that this alone was not enough to convince Jiang Shen to turn his enemy into a friend.

But Chen Yi's hand swept across the ground, and a green dragon horn appeared in his palm, shining brightly in the darkness.
"Also, if you want me to return the dragon horn to it, you can either help it or just stand by and watch, and don't let me see a single hair of it."

The man grinned, and the cold moonlight made his face look sinister.

"Otherwise, even if I risk getting seriously injured, I will tear out its tendons and bones first."

The dragon claws tore the clouds apart, and the extremely powerful thunder broke through the strong wind and slammed towards the ghost lord Wang Jian.

Wang Jian's huge body instantly flew out a distance of more than ten meters like an arrow straying from the flock, fell to the ground and slid backwards, lightning flashed in his armor, and bursts of green smoke rose.

As he stepped on the clouds from the top of the mountain, a white shadow came from mid-air. Chen Yi's Taoist robe fluttered, and the edge of his sword flashed with cold light. When the general slowly stood up, he smashed down with both sword and knife.

"Roar--!"

Wang Jian propped himself up with both hands, relying solely on his physique to resist the sword. Dark red blood mist splattered from the gaps in his armor, and the arm armor that was burned by lightning and fire shattered with a "crack", revealing the purple-black muscles underneath that were twisted like old tree roots.

He thrust the halberd into the ground with his backhand, and spider-web-like cracks instantly appeared within a ten-foot radius. He used the recoil force to soar into the air, like a battering ram striking a city gate.

Chen Yi made a seal with his left hand and retreated quickly, while the long sword in his right hand drew three sword energies in front of him. However, the three hundred-jin black iron halberd suddenly flew out of his hand and turned into a black hurricane that shattered the sword energy.

Wang Jian rushed forward with his bare hands, and his fists hit hard like cannons.

"boom!"

The sword tip collided with the fist armor, and Chen Yi only felt numbness in the palm of his hand. The sword skills with his right hand did not stop, and the cold light dissipated Wang Jian's violent attack. The knife light in his left hand flew, slashing, stabbing and chopping, and in an instant, he destroyed the wind and rain countless times.

The ghost completely abandoned defense, allowing the blade to scrape dazzling sparks on the armor. His fists never stopped like a storm. With a powerful punch, the sword was hit. Chen Yi's body leaned back, with the back of his head almost sliding towards the ground, watching the sharp fist pass by the tip of his nose.

The old saint in the square suddenly screamed: "Watch your step!"

Chen Yi suddenly felt a sense of alarm in his heart. He wiped his face to avoid the fist and twisted his waist to fly into the air. The ground where he was lying just now exploded with a bang. It turned out that the halberd that was thrown broke through the ground and spun around, and the halberd blade just brushed the hem of his Taoist robe.

Wang Jian caught the weapon in mid-air, and used the momentum of the fall to swing out a full moon arc of light. The moment Chen Yi blocked with his sword, the ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed several feet.

"Cough cough."

Blood oozed from the corners of Chen Yi's mouth. Since he entered the third rank, he had never seen such a crazy attack. The ancient murderous aura was rampaging in his sword world. Just as he was thinking, the halberd chopped down again.
At the critical moment, a dragon roar was heard again from the depths of the valley.

A river current as thick as a bucket came rolling in from nowhere. Wherever it passed, mud and rocks rolled into the current, drowning the corpses of the soldiers and generals.

The huge wave knocked Wang Jian back a step, and the halberd passed by Chen Yi.

Chen Yi took the opportunity to take two steps back, pointed his sword at the sky, and twelve talismans flew out of his sleeves, forming countless golden chains on Wang Jian's limbs, like a cage.

"Tai Sha!"

The Ghost Lord roared again, turned around and threw the halberd towards the source of the river.

The halberd blade tore open the water surface, and the raging waves were shattered by the ancient murderous aura. The waves seemed to stop, however, a shadow like a swimming fish cut through the water surface. The real attack came from under the feet. A huge dragon head broke out of the water, opened its bloody mouth, and bit the ghost lord whole between the dragon teeth and tried to swallow him into the stomach.

Wang Jian raised his hands and pushed forward, then stepped heavily with his feet, as if he was holding up the dragon's mouth.

Chen Yijianfeng also followed,

The sword flashed like snow, but it did not chop towards the neck, but pierced accurately into the gap in the visor.

Wang Jian's movements suddenly froze, his bronze visor crackled open, and the phosphorescent fire in his eye sockets surged with anger!
Chen Yi's sword intent continued to grow, the sharp blade suddenly rang, and the sword came out like a dragon again.

The body of the Ghost Lord Wang Jian shook, and he finally couldn't hold on any longer. His hands loosened, and his iron tower-like body fell along the long dragon body. Yuan Qilong closed his mouth and spurted out air like a bull, as if he was completely digesting the Ghost Lord in his stomach.

it's over.
Chen Yi stood up straight, his bones seemed to be buzzing, and he had lost 70% of his strength in the fight.

But at this moment, in the air, there was suddenly a burst of extremely fragmented and incomprehensible incantations and wild laughter.

A cool breeze blew in, irritating the back of his neck. Chen Yi turned around abruptly and saw that Taoist Xuzhou had more layers of lines on his body, and blood was oozing out of his skin, dyeing the bronze chariot under his feet red. Behind him appeared the shadow of Emperor Zhenwu, with his eyes wide open, holding a sword, but it was also covered in blood.

Is it really over?!

Wow! The cold blade of the halberd burst out from Yuan Qi's abdomen, dragon blood splattered, and the iron tower-like figure walked out again, like a Shura returning from hell!

A wail rang out from the Jiang Shen's throat, and his dragon body fell to the ground with severe injuries, causing a huge wave to rise into the sky.

Zhao Shourui's purple robe was torn apart, and he tore open his chest while laughing wildly. Dense blood-colored spells tore at his flesh and blood, breaking through his body, and transformed into thousands of arms that intertwined with the restless Ghost Lord. The two of them gathered together almost instantly, merging and intersecting with each other, and the Ghost Lord's body grew bigger and bigger.

Zhao Shourui's flesh and blood was shaped like dough, turning into a peach wood sword full of meat chunks, intertwined in the ghost master's hand.

boom!
The bronze visor of the ghost lord Wang Jian exploded, revealing a strange face that was half skeleton and half human, and the sword marks on his body were shining brightly!

The Zhenwu sword intent that Taoist Xuzhou realized was integrated into this ghost lord!

His eyes were wide open with anger, holding a halberd in one hand and a sword in the other, standing like a king of heaven. It was clearly the majestic appearance of the Northern Emperor who wiped out bandits and demons a thousand years ago. He should have looked dignified and solemn, but he was covered in blood, and looked terrifying no matter how you looked at him!
Chen Yi didn't hesitate at all. He suddenly took a step forward and raised his sword again.

The sword's force remained the same as before, and did not weaken due to the sudden change.

However, a strong wind came over like an overwhelming force, and the halberd and sword were raised together, and were actually one step faster than Chen Yi's sword. Chen Yi could only lean back and block with his sword. He was swept away and fell after more than ten feet.

"Damn it!" Chen Yi couldn't help but swear.

Wang Jian rushed out again, the wind blew around him, and the flesh-and-blood sword blocked Chen Yi's sword, while the halberd chopped down on his head. Chen Yi turned to the side, his body flashed, and he did not retreat but advanced. His right hand long sword slashed the three-inch weak point of the halberd, and sparks exploded into a golden line along the sword.

The long sword in his left hand took the opportunity to break through the middle door and went straight for the ghost master's throat.

Wang Jian twisted his wrist and pulled back, the crescent blade of the halberd hooked onto the sword and pulled violently, causing Chen Yi to stagger half a step, the blade just barely brushing past his armor.

bass--

The sound of metal friction stung my eardrums.

Chen Yi took advantage of the situation and turned around to release the force, leaving a half circle of white marks on the ground under his feet. Wang Jian took advantage of the situation and pressed forward, hitting seven vital points with the tip of the halberd like a venomous snake. Chen Yi retreated and blocked at the same time, and every time the sword blade collided with the halberd tip, sparks as big as fists burst out, and the knuckles had already cracked to the bone.

“Here!”

The Taoist suddenly ducked to avoid the sweeping halberd blade, and raised his Embroidered Spring Knife from bottom to top towards Wang Jian's wrist, trying to cut it off with all his might!

The Ghost Lord dropped his halberd and slapped Chen Yi on the crown of his head with his right palm as big as a palm leaf fan. The blade penetrated three inches into the flesh but was stuck by the tendons. Chen Yi made a prompt decision and dropped his knife, leaning back. The wind from the mountain-splitting palm brushed past his nose, and the aftermath smashed the buildings several feet behind him into pieces.

Every move of Wang Jian was so powerful and forceful, as if Zhenwu had descended to earth!
It seemed as if Chen Yi was the demon who was to be wiped out.

Yuan Qi raised his head and roared while struggling, realizing that he had already boarded Chen Yi's pirate ship and there was no possibility of stopping. He ran towards the sky with blood all over his body, tearing down a bolt of lightning.

Wang Jian threw the flesh-and-blood sword backhandedly, which collided with the thunder and exploded with electric light. Chen Yi took advantage of the situation to swing his sword, and the Ghost Lord picked up the halberd and stabbed him in the heart with a surprise attack.

Chen Yi touched the ground with the tip of his sword to gain leverage and flew into the air. The blade of the halberd brushed past his waist, and his Taoist robe was instantly torn into pieces by the energy.

Before he could land steadily, the halberd came again!

Chen Yi dangerously moved sideways, and his sword slid in along the halberd, with the hilt hitting Wang Jian's knuckles hard, and the sword energy then stirred into his flesh and blood.

The moment the ghost lord relaxed in pain, the Taoist turned around and kicked the halberd handle. The black iron halberd was kicked sideways and wedged deeply into the rock ten feet away.

He didn't know how many steps he took to reach the top of the mountain and stepped on the clouds, but he slashed with his sword again.

Wang Jian raised his hand, and his fist arrived first, colliding heavily with the long sword!
boom!
The air between them was like the surface of a lake, rippling with waves, and then shattered with a snap.

Chen Yi gritted his teeth, his sword intent increased again, climbing to the peak, and his sword once again became the world!

The sword intent had already formed an area of ​​several feet in radius, enveloping the two of them like an upside-down porcelain bowl. But at this moment, Wang Jian shouted loudly, and the sword marks between the armor glowed brightly. The shadow of the Great Emperor Zhenwu actually broke through this world of sword intent!

Another punch was thrown, and Chen Yi's body hit the fist force and flew backwards in an instant, smashing countless broken walls and ruins along the way before he stopped.

He propped himself up from the ground, and the huge ghost lord and the shadow of Zhenwu behind him were getting closer and closer.

"Damn it, cheating."

Chen Yi never thought that these words would come out of his mouth, but he had to say them.

Wang Jian pulled out the halberd from the rock wall and approached step by step. The pitch-black halberd looked like a guillotine.

Just as Wang Jian was about to raise his hand,
Suddenly,

There was a corpse woman beside it. She appeared at the right time and was the backup plan of Chen Yi.

The corpse woman clasped her hands together, and Wang Jian's face couldn't help but show a touch of tenderness. His movements slowed down and stopped. The murderous aura seemed to be dissipated inch by inch. Even though he knew that he shouldn't stop at this moment, the familiar emotions still hit his soul.

He seemed to remember the time when Princess Huayang tied the sword around his waist.

At this time, the sword case behind Chen Yi was buzzing violently and was very restless.

This Taisha sword once belonged to Wang Jian, so the ghost lord has a deep obsession with it. Now it is hidden deep in the box, nourished by murderous aura for a long time. Once it is unsheathed, blood will be shed.

Chen Yi took a deep breath, and a crack appeared in the sword case, and the scarlet flying sword slowly came out.

Phosphorous fire flickered in Wang Jian's pupils. He stretched out his hand with great nostalgia, still wanting to take it again and command millions of tigers and wolves.

But Chen Yi knew that this Taisha Sword was not meant to kill people.
But to kill the ghost!
"go with!"

The murderous aura that had been hidden for a long time emerged without any concealment, and Wang Jian, who was caught off guard, was filled with rage!
It was first taken by the Great Emperor Zhenwu, then used by Yinjian Mountain, and finally fell into Chen Yi's hands. Thousands of years have passed, and this Taisha Sword is no longer in the shape of Wang Jian.

And the dead woman was not the Princess Huayang in his memory, but just an innocent and unfortunate girl who was dragged into the bloody fight.

Chen Yi took a step forward, grabbed the Taisha sword, and stabbed forward.

Destroying Zen Sword!
Wang Jian's body was pierced by the sword, and a cloud of blood mist exploded. His face was extremely ferocious, as if his soul was torn and shattered by something, and only endless rage gushed out.

"I kill you"

This was the first time he made such a sound from his throat. His body shook violently, and a monstrous hatred surged forward.
"I kill you!!"

At this moment, Wang Jian struggled and burst out with great strength, and the halberd smashed down again.

Chen Yi swung his sword with his left hand, and unleashed the halberd. Wang Jian, who was unable to retract his momentum, fell forward. Chen Yi took the opportunity to leap up and step on the halberd pole, and kneed the ghost lord in the face, causing the flesh on his face to sink.

As he staggered back, the Taoist had already grasped the Taisha Sword and stabbed straight forward again.

"Don't you want this sword? Take it!"

puff!
Blood mist exploded, Wang Jian's eyes widened with anger, phosphorus fire burned fiercely, looking at the Taoist in front of him, he grabbed the halberd with all his strength, still wanting to kill him.
His body fell backwards involuntarily.
The phosphorescent fire in his eyes suddenly grew stronger, like a popping candle flame, leaping once, then again, and finally, with a hiss, it went out forever.

The Taisha Sword seemed to have not drunk the blood of demons and evil creatures for a long time. It raised the tip of the sword excitedly, like a drunkard tasting fine wine.

However, suddenly a breath surrounded it, and the Taisha Sword hummed and seemed to shiver.

Turning the sword around, Chen Yi was seen staring at it and tapping the sword case with his fingers.

The Taisha sword rang a few times, but the man still kept moving. The sword was under the eaves, so he had to lower his head. Finally, it flashed and reluctantly returned to the sword box.

With the complete destruction of the Ghost Lord Wang Jian, the corpse soldiers and generals gradually collapsed. The yin energy of this Corpse Valley was not enough to support so many corpses. It was only because of the White Lotus Sect that they were barely supporting it with the Ghost Lord as the core of the formation. There were only dozens of corpses left in the valley, but Chen Yi only took a glance and they scattered like birds and beasts.

A cold wind blew past, Chen Yi held on to his body, his Taoist robe was torn into pieces, and the wind made his whole body cold.

His expression remained unchanged, but he saw two female figures suddenly appear at the edge of the valley. Donggong Ruoshu and Yin Tingxue ran over quickly.

Soon, they came to the front.

Chen Yi shivered suddenly and said, "It's so cold."

After saying that, he looked at Yin Tingxue, and his eyes indicated that they had just had a big fight and wanted to hug each other and show some affection.

The little fox knew what he was thinking, and was about to take small steps forward and throw herself into his arms, but she saw a red fox fur flying over before her.

"It's not cold anymore."

Donggong Ruoshu covered Chen Yi with the fox fur coat, then put her hands on her waist, as if she was a little happy. It was obvious that she was very excited watching the battle just now, and just like when she was in Shantong City, she felt very involved.

Chen Yi was stunned for a moment, then he turned around and saw Yin Tingxue was too embarrassed to come over and took a few steps back.

After the war, there was no more cuddle and hug of the little fox, no more whispering and rubbing ears.
Chen Yi was wearing a fox fur coat, and suddenly he felt very bored.
Then, he suddenly woke up a little bit, thinking that he had been a little too fond of this little fox recently, so that he was manipulated by her and obeyed her orders.
The person who followed Donggong Ruoshu and Yin Tingxue was none other than Miss Shou, who unfortunately became a corpse.

The mist in the Valley of Corpses slowly dissipated. Miss Shou's face was still pale, with corpse spots all over her body and her facial features were eroded. Even so, she still had a bit of vitality that was rarely seen in the dead.

Miss Shou bowed to Chen Yiying.

"I would like to thank the City God."

After she finished speaking, the phosphorescent light in Miss Shou's eyes dimmed a little. If this kind of ghost could get rid of some of its obsession, it would be much easier to exorcise it.

Miss Shou spread her hands out, still in a bowing posture, with her head lowered, as if she was ready to be liberated.

Chen Yi still stared at her, and after a while, he slowly said:

"As the saying goes, help people to the end, and send Buddha to the west. Do you want revenge?"

Miss Shou looked up suddenly, and the phosphorous fire suddenly became stronger and brighter.

This corpse woman was stronger than others when she was alive, and it was the same after death. She moved her lips slightly, closed her lips and teeth, and uttered:
"it is good"

A few days ago, in a teahouse in Nankuo County,
Miss Shou had been missing for several days. The county government had searched for her in vain. It seemed impossible to find her. Not only that, but rumors came from nowhere and were so convincing that it was said that the missing Miss Shou was quite beautiful, a graceful lady in her prime, but she eloped with a servant she fell in love with. Her poor old parents cried so hard that they died and were buried in the grave without waiting for their daughter to come home.

While porter Sun Gao was waiting for business, he listened to several colleagues gossiping about Miss Shou.

When they were resting and had nothing to do, they loved to chat a lot. Sun Gao listened with great pleasure, but when they talked about dirty things and smiled knowingly at each other, he was completely confused.

"What are the old trees with twisted roots and the new trees with taken root?"

Several porters burst into laughter.

When gossiping, even the details can be described in a very convincing way. If someone raises a question, it will be completed on the spot. If someone continues to dig deeper and reveals that it is a fabrication, it will inevitably cause unpleasantness. No one would make such a mistake because it is all fabricated anyway, so why bother about it.

At this time, someone patted Sun Gao on the shoulder.

Sun Gao turned around and saw the man, who was wearing a turban and dressed like a scholar, asking:
"Hey, man, do you want to carry something?"

"Okay, where are you going?" If there was business coming to him, how could Sun Gao not do it?

"Go south to Wuchang Prefecture. Many people don't dare to make this trip now."

Sun Gao was also a little hesitant. He heard that there was trouble in Bailian in the south, and things were not peaceful at all.

"Look at you, you haven't married yet, don't you want to save some money to get married?" The scholar took out some silver from his pocket, which made Sun Gao's eyes sparkle. "Let me explain. I'm going to stay with my relative who is an official, so I brought some luggage with me. Others have transported it to Xiping, but I don't want to go south anymore, so I have to find more people. I'm afraid he will rip me off, so I came here to find someone. I'll give you a price of three taels of silver. Do you want to go?"

This is not a small amount. Sun Gao swallowed his saliva and asked, "Round trip food and lodging?"

"I'll pay for it. The boat fare is also included."

"to make!"

(End of this chapter)