I'm wandering in the world

Chapter 133 It’s getting cold, let’s put on some cool clothes
When the punch landed, Dalong felt something denting, and everything went dark in front of his eyes. He vaguely saw his father walking towards him.

A sharp tinnitus sounded.

After a long time, severe pain filled my entire head...

He then realized that he had rolled a long way and hit the wall. The pain and anger immediately made him burst into tears and snot. He screamed in a sobbing voice: "Beat...beat...beat him to death..." His jaw was dislocated and he was shaking. He couldn't even hear the words he said clearly...

What a bastard! He deserves to die even more than Douchiying!

Dalong looked extremely miserable, with a sunken face, congested skin, blood in his mouth, and tears all over his face. He looked like a human being about to enter a zombie state...

The guards raised their rifles and were ready to shoot.

Chen Qingyuan wiped his teardrop mole with his left hand, stuffed a stick of explosive into the collar of the guard closest to him, ignited it with his vital energy, and kicked it towards the other people.

"Ah, save me!"

Few people can face the horror of death calmly.

The guard cried and tore at his chest frantically, trying to remove the explosives. The other guards dared not lend a hand and were so scared that they wanted to leave their companions.

Chen Qingyuan took out an umbrella and opened it in front of him!

Boom!

The guard exploded on the spot, with blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

Blood poured down on Chen Qingyuan's umbrella like rain.

He slowly walked over and picked up the rifle on the ground, pulled the trigger with one hand, and fired a few more shots, shooting the guard who was lying on the ground and struggling to breathe.

The rifles of this era don’t feel great, but they can kill people.

Gunfire continued.

The guards were all dead.

Chen Qingyuan threw his umbrella on the ground, the muzzle of his rifle hanging down...

"Woo..."

The groaning of the big dragon lying on the ground caught his attention.

Chen Qingyuan equipped his rifle with a sharp bayonet and stabbed it directly into Dalong's mouth, then nailed it to the wall from the back of his head.

The scene fell into silence.

The spirit babies hiding in the jars were trembling, and Zhe Gu was even more stunned.

After a while, Zhe Gu swallowed her saliva and said, "Daoyou, you..." She found that she didn't know how to continue. Dalong wanted to kill Chen Qingyuan, but Chen Qingyuan killed him back.

has a problem?
no problem!
Chen Qingyuan knew what Zhe Gu wanted to say.

She was from this era and had not witnessed the wars that followed, so she thought he was murderous.

But when the real war comes, being alive is a luxury.

This land is filled with gunpowder everywhere. The first condition to defeat the foreign enemies is to... give priority to eradicating internal troubles, such as traitors, warlords and horse bandits...

Chen Qingyuan said calmly: "Daoyou, as long as there are warlords like this who bring disaster to the people, there will never be true peace in this world..."

He activated the Merit Banner to absorb the souls that had not yet left the corpse on the ground.

Zhe Gu said, "Fellow Daoist, it is definitely not a coincidence that Dalong became the commander-in-chief. He has connections. You should leave quickly, otherwise you will be killed by the guards."

At this moment, Lin Zhengying came over in a hurry: "What happened?" He saw the miserable guards and the even more miserable Dalong on the ground, and was shocked: "What, what happened, who did it..."

Chen Qingyuan replied: "It's me."

Zhe Gu explained: "The evil baby has chosen Michelle as its mother. It tricked a servant into killing people everywhere to get fresh placenta for Michelle to eat. We set up a plan to attract the evil baby. Just as we subdued it, the dragon came. In order to avoid misunderstanding, we said that the evil baby's birth would harm the world."

Lin Zhengying was surprised and said: "Then..."

Zhegu spat at Dalong's corpse: "This beast... actually said that he was causing trouble for the world, and if he had another son to cause trouble for the world together, he could expand his territory."

Lin Zhengying's scalp tingled when he heard this: "What kind of bullshit theory is this?"

He clasped his hands together and bowed to Chen Qingyuan, saying, "Daoyou, you were right to kill me. Not only your Lushan Sect, but even our Maoshan Sect has the philosophy of fighting against evil for life. But the world is so big, and there are countless warlords, big and small. It's not going to work for just a few of us who learn magic..."

Chen Qingyuan said: "One of you, one of me, one of him, even if we gather together as ants, we can cause a thousand-mile long embankment to collapse."

Lin Zhengying had no regrets about Tai Lung's death, but felt sorry for Michelle Lin who became a widow while pregnant.

"Fellow Daoist, please go ahead. We will take care of the aftermath here."

He said seriously.

For some reason, Lin Zhengying always had a feeling that Chen Qingyuan would have a promising future. It would be too absurd if he died casually at the hands of a warlord...

Chen Qingyuan looked at the body of the dragon on the ground and thought of a good idea.

He looked at Lin Zhengying and said seriously, "Friend Lin, Dalong has fallen, but he still has many soldiers under his command. How about you take over and become Marshal Lin..."

"Lin? Marshal Lin?"

Lin Zhengying was stunned, then he reacted and waved his hands hurriedly: "No, no, I am a cultivator, how can I do things like being a soldier and fighting in wars..."

Chen Qingyuan asked: "May I ask, fellow Taoist, what is the purpose of your cultivation?"

Lin Zhengying's eyes were filled with memories, and he said:

"When I first went to Mount Mao, I read ancient books and saw many stories about immortals. I began to fantasize about becoming an immortal who could move mountains and fill the sea in one day and travel thousands of miles...

Later, I clearly realized that becoming an immortal was as difficult as ascending to heaven, so I let go of myself and decided to become a Taoist priest who could relieve people’s suffering and save the world.”

Chen Qingyuan asked: "People in this world are suffering in many ways, and wars affect thousands or even more people. How many can a Taoist priest save?"

This is a fallacy.

But it works very well.

Lin Zhengying wanted to refute, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed to make some sense.

Warlords are like a sharp sickle. Wherever they go, there is widespread grief and misery, because their original intention of becoming warlords is just for the sake of the country, not for the people...

He was a little tempted and said, "But, being a Taoist priest and fighting, this change of identity is a bit difficult for me."

Chen Qingyuan said with a smile: "You can go to Mount Maoshan to practice in seclusion, study and practice magic, which one does not require perseverance and brainpower? Even a bastard like Dalong can become a warlord, so what's wrong with you taking a position and fighting in the war?"

Aunt Zhe was already imagining Lin Zhengying wearing a marshal's uniform, and said hurriedly:

"I think what Daoist Chen said makes a lot of sense! You have lived in Wufu Town for a long time since you came down from Mount Mao. As a Taoist priest, you can chop zombies and evil spirits, but when tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of warlords come, can you solve the problem with a peach wood sword? You still have to carry a gun and go into battle... And you are alone. You can't run a few steps before you are beaten into a hornet's nest."

Lin Zhengying didn't know where to put his hands.

Zhe Gu's heart moved. She knew Lin Zhengying's temperament very well and knew that the temperature was almost high. She simply added fuel to the fire and said, "Brother, even if you don't do this for the people of Wufu Town, you should think about Michelle, who has become a widow today..."

(End of this chapter)