Super Cultivation System of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 389: Your Ancestor
Since the emergence of Liu He, Langdiao County has become increasingly prosperous, with more and more business and travellers coming and going. As a result, a mountain road on the east side of Langdiao County that was originally sparsely populated and crossed the Taihang Mountains has seen an increasing number of people walking on it in recent years.

One day, a donkey cart appeared on this mountain road. This donkey cart was very simple, just a donkey pulling a cart behind it, with a very crude roof on top, which could barely keep out the wind and rain.

A young man in coarse cloth was driving the cart in front, and on the cart at the back was another young man, looking at a roll of straw mat in front of him with a sad face.

It is not accurate to say that it is a straw mat. Inside the straw mat, there is a person, or a corpse. The corpse has obviously been dead for many days. The face is pale and bloodless, and the lips are a little black. Under the mottled shadows of the trees on this mountain road, it looks extremely gloomy.

The man driving the carriage in front did not look sad at all. Instead, he looked a little frightened. He looked back at the corpse from time to time and could not help shivering all over.

"Sir, it's almost dark. Why can't we stay in Langdiao County for one night before leaving?"

The young master glared at him and said, "That's easy to say. Not to mention that we don't have much money on us, even if we had enough, we can't delay any longer. My teacher, Mr. Le Yin, was implicated and killed because he was the chief officer of He Miao. As the saying goes, a teacher is a father for life. As his disciple, I should take him back to his hometown in Anping, Jizhou, for burial. Although it is late autumn now, the body cannot be kept for long, so it is better to leave quickly."

The young man driving the cart had a painful look on his face: "But...but, sir, it's getting dark soon, and we're in the wilderness, and we're pulling a corpse...it's really..."

The young man could understand the hidden meaning of his words and could only sigh.

"Don't worry, this is my mentor. Even if he turns into a ghost, how could he harm you and me?"

If he, a young master, was like this, what else could a mere follower driving the carriage say? He could only grit his teeth, force himself to be brave, and slowly move forward on this long mountain road.

"Cuckoo...cuckoo..."

It quickly became dark. Under the faint moonlight, there was no other sound except the chirping of birds and insects, and the sound of wind blowing the grass. But the more there was, the more frightening it was.

The follower had been worried sick, and after walking for a long time, he finally felt safe and sound, and he finally felt a little relieved.

However, at this moment, many torches suddenly lit up in the surrounding woods, and then a group of people jumped out from the bushes on both sides and blocked the donkey cart from the front and back.

"Ah... Sir, there is a ghost, there is a ghost!"

The follower held his head and screamed.

This young man was much calmer than him. He looked around and patted his follower on the shoulder.

"Don't panic, it's not a ghost, it's just a highway robbery."

The attendant looked through his fingers and saw that they were all human beings. Then he patted his chest.

"So it's a human. Hi, you scared me. Really."

The two men looked so relieved that the bandits were so angry that their noses were crooked.

"Good fellow, you are afraid of ghosts, but not me, your grandpa? I'll show you that I'm more ferocious than a ghost! Hand over all the valuables, or I'll chop you into pieces and feed you to the wolves!"

A fierce and sturdy man with a full beard spoke viciously while holding a big knife.

Seeing this, the follower became a little panicked again.

"Master, there are so many of them. What should we do..."

The young master glared at him and said, "You are such a loser. You can't count on me at all."

He got off the donkey cart, clasped his fists towards the bearded man and said, "My name is Qian Zhao, courtesy name Zijing, from Anping, Jizhou. I am not here to do business or travel far away. I just want to transport the remains of my teacher back to his hometown. I don't have any money on me, so please be merciful."

"What a mess!"

The sturdy man said impatiently: "I don't care what you do. In a word, if you pay me, I'll let you go. If you don't pay, hmph, leave your head behind!"

Qian Zhao suddenly became a little flustered. He forced himself to gather his strength, pulled out his sword from the donkey cart next to him, and pointed it forward.

"You... you guys, don't do anything reckless! As long as I am still alive today, I will never let you destroy the remains of my mentor!"

The sturdy man sneered: "Oh, you can use a sword? Let's see how capable you are!"

After saying that, the sturdy man waved his hand and more than a dozen bandits rushed over together.

"Oh, help!" The follower covered his head and crawled under the donkey cart.

Although Qian Zhao was brave, he was young after all, and it was obvious that he had only learned swordsmanship for a few years. His moves were beautiful, but it was obvious that he had no actual combat experience. After a short while, he was kicked to the ground by a group of bandits.

“Tie him up for me!”

Soon, Qian Zhao was tied up tightly, and the attendant was pulled out from under the car and tied up as well.

"Brave man, we really have no money. Please take whatever you find on us. Please let us go. My master has treated me very well. I cannot let him die without resting in peace. Please!"

Qian Zhao kept begging, but the bandits ignored him.

"What a worthless mentor. A corpse is useless. As for the two of you, hmm, you look pretty good. If you were sold to a wealthy family as a concubine, you might be worth a few thousand dollars."

The warrior ignored their pleas and waved his hand at his men.

"Burn this body to avoid bad luck."

When Qian Zhao heard this, he struggled hard in panic.

"You are worse than an animal. Let my mentor go!"

"Fuck you!" A bandit kicked him to the ground, but Qian Zhao ignored the pain and tried to crawl towards the donkey cart.

"Hehe, this kid is quite filial. It's a pity that I'm not into men, otherwise I'll let you stay by my side, that wouldn't be bad, haha!"

The sturdy man with curly beard laughed wildly, and dozens of bandits around him also laughed along, making Qian Zhao so angry that his veins popped out and his teeth chattered.

Le Yin's body was thrown to the ground. At this late autumn time, there was not much else in the forest except for a lot of dry grass and branches. The bandits picked up a lot of them and piled them on top of his body.

The strong man with curly beard raised the torch and deliberately took Qian Zhao to the front of the corpse.

"Hey, I'm going to burn it for you to see."

"No way..."

Qian Zhao was already in tears and crying out in pain, but the more the bandits saw him in pain, the happier they felt, and they were all laughing beside him.

"Stop it, you bastard! How dare you do evil in front of me?"

A loud and angry voice suddenly came from the forest, and then a large number of birds took off into the sky, causing chaos in the originally quiet night sky.

"Who, who is talking!" The bearded burly man suddenly became alert and looked around with a knife in hand.

I saw countless torches coming closer and closer from all directions, and then I saw a tall figure riding a horse and jumping onto the mountain path, but I couldn't see his face clearly.

Seeing that the opponent's formation was obviously a hundred times stronger than his own, the bearded man immediately felt guilty.

He smiled apologetically and said, "Brother, you are..."

The man on horseback didn't say anything, but someone next to him started shouting angrily.

"Who are you to call me brother? Who do you think you are? How dare you call my general a brother?"

The strong man with curly beard nodded repeatedly. Even though he was angry, the situation was stronger than him and he had no choice but to bow his head.

"Well, what should I call you?"

The man sneered and said, "You little bandits, humph, even if my Baibo Army is your ancestor, it would be considered fair."

"What, White Wave Army!"

The faces of these dozens of bandits turned pale in an instant.

(End of this chapter)