The Word of Heaven

Chapter 199 Refund

The night wind was cold, but the rain had not yet come, so it could not extinguish the celebratory sounds of gongs and drums.

The wilderness is extremely vast, and the climate in most areas is known to be extreme.

There may not be even a drop of rain falling from the sky all year round, or strong winds and heavy rains may wreak havoc several times in a month, not to mention the desolate northern land chosen as the battlefield by Taoist Yingxu and Lord Si decades ago.

It can be said to be a desperate place in the human world. Even the strong people in the Guiyi realm cannot stay there for a long time, otherwise their body, mind and soul will be hurt.

This is also the fundamental reason why humans are unwilling to move northward to expand their territory.

The caravan has not yet entered the depths of the wilderness, and the climate has not yet become extremely harsh. They are in a relatively less dry and unbearable land, and it does rain on weekdays.

However, it was already autumn, not early spring or midsummer, and the rainstorm that was about to come was obviously against the weather.

In less than half a minute, everyone in the caravan woke up. They stared with extremely grim expressions at the big red sedan chair that was floating more than three hundred feet away again, and they felt a chill in their hearts.

"Do you see what's going on?"

The leader of the caravan had long been standing beside the carriage, and his voice, which he forced to remain calm, was filled with haste and anxiety: "As far as I know, the Chiyin Cult has absolutely no ability to change the weather!"

The sword cultivator paused, shook his head and said, "I don't understand what's going on either."

The merchant leader's heart suddenly turned cold, his face was pale in the light of the fire, and he said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid you will need to use your sword again next."

The sword cultivator was silent for a moment, then said, "I also need you to do something."

"please say."

"All the Chi Yin Sect disciples died during the day, and none of them spread the news before they died. Why are we being found only half a day later?"

"…You mean there's a traitor?"

"I don't know if there is one. I'm just telling you that if this happens a third time, I will leave without hesitation."

The words stop here.

The merchant leader's face became even uglier, but he said nothing in the end. He just nodded and turned to leave to assign tasks to his subordinates. Facing the upcoming rainstorm, whether it was placing the goods or preserving the horses, it would be very troublesome to deal with them temporarily.

in the carriage.

The swordsman had a blank expression on his face. He rubbed his fingers, which were covered with yellow calluses, constantly calculating which direction would be most suitable for him to escape when the Chiyin Sect attacked.

Yes, he had no intention of using the second sword.

The reason is very simple. There must be a cultivator of terrifying realm sitting in the big red sedan chair of the Chiyin Sect, otherwise why would the night sky suddenly change color?

Drawing the sword in the face of such a strong opponent has nothing to do with courage and is pure stupidity.

Thinking of this, he lifted the curtain again and looked out. His eyes fell on Gu Zhuo who was looking at the sky. He wondered whether he should take you away later.

Whether it's asking for a favor or simply doing something else, it seems to be a good idea.

……

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"How is this going!?"

A sharp voice echoed in the ears of the Red Yin Sect disciples, like a broken drum, and shouted sternly: "Didn't you say there was only one sword cultivator at the Guiyi Realm? Why has the sky changed now? You want to kill me, right?!"

Faced with such questioning, no one dared to stand up and explain at the first moment.

After a while, an evil cultivator mustered up the courage to whisper, "Elder, this must really be an accident. Think about it, someone who has the ability to change the world must be a great figure in the Yuhua realm. How could he be hiding in this caravan?"

The elder of the Chi Yin Sect sitting in the bridal sedan said in a deep voice: "So what do you think we should do now?"

"I think we can wait for a while and see things clearly from a distance before making a decision."

"Really smart."

The voice coming from the bridal sedan was no longer shrill, but rather happy, with a barbell-like laugh: "After I marry this man, I will marry that man to you as well, so that you can enjoy the happiness of having two wives."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expression of the evil cultivator who had spoken earlier suddenly changed drastically.

It was not until this moment that he realized that the eyes of the other disciples were already filled with pity, which was a subtle way of telling him that he would soon encounter an unspeakably tragic marriage.

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Gu Zhuo withdrew his gaze.

In just a short time, a simple temporary formation was built in the camp, allowing the qi of the caravan guards to connect with each other and form a powerful whole.

A special thing was thrown into the bonfire, causing the fire to suddenly become stronger, illuminating the surrounding area for dozens of feet - that was the spark stone produced in the wasteland. When used on a flying sword, it could make the sword light three times stronger and was quite valuable.

A bonfire fueled by spark stones will not be extinguished unless there is a rainstorm in extreme circumstances.

The reason for going to such great lengths is of course to avoid falling into darkness. After all, the name Chiyin Sect contains the word "yin", which means that the believers are better at fighting in the dark. Otherwise, why would they hire a bride in a red sedan at night, but sing sad songs during the day?

This is a very simple inference, but the reason why the merchant leader made this decision was more importantly that he wanted to give confidence to the people in the camp and avoid the most terrible situation from happening - this time he was secretly shouldering the task of a big shot in the border army, and if he wanted to climb up one more step, he could never accept failure.

After thinking it over again and again, he finally came to Gu Zhuo and said a few words in a serious manner. The gist of it was that if the nest is destroyed, the eggs will not be left intact, and he hoped that he would use his sword when necessary and not just stand by and watch.

Gu Zhuo nodded.

Half an hour later, the first raindrop fell from the sky.

The tents made a noisy sound when they met the rain. Seeing that the evil practitioners of the Chiyin Sect had no intention of launching an attack for the time being, most of the people in the caravan were arranged to go forward, leaving only a dozen practitioners to be on guard.

Gu Zhuo is one of them.

The night wind brought rain, which fell on his hat and clothes. Although he did not use his true energy to protect his body, his body was still not too wet and remained comfortably dry.

Under the heavy rain, countless voices reflected in his sea of ​​consciousness, constructing a clear picture for him.

The positions of every disciple of the Chiyin Sect who had returned were accurately locked. The elder who claimed to be a concubine sitting in the big red sedan chair was strangely beautiful. In a tent of the caravan, a man was angry that he had not had time to have sex with the female cultivator named He Tinghe. The swordsman in the car was cultivating his sword spirit and was ready to escape at any time...

Countless scenes appeared before Gu Zhuo's eyes.

At this moment, his soul seemed to leap into the sky, overlooking everything in the world.

When his mind is focused on a certain direction, the picture there will be enlarged, refined and clear without any omission.

This is not some kind of Taoism, because no one can sense the breath of Taoism from it.

At a certain moment, Gu Zhuo opened his eyes and looked at a tent in the camp.

There were several people hiding in the tent, one of whom was He Tinghe.

But he didn't look for too long, he soon looked away, closed his eyes and rested.

It has been raining, and the atmosphere is not harmonious.

The crackling sound from the bonfire was incessant, mixed with the gong and drum sounds that had not yet stopped. After a short period of spiritual excitement, all that was left was exhaustion and fatigue.

Late at night, the area within a hundred miles was shrouded in darkness due to the wind and rain, with only the light left by the spark stones.

Outside the firelight, the red sedan chair of the Chiyin Sect seemed to sink into the deep sea called the night, emerging from the sea surface from time to time, and its specific location could not be clearly distinguished.

So, when the cultivator who was on night watch in the caravan discovered that the evil cultivators were approaching the range of the fire, he let out a cry of surprise as his mind was shaken violently.

The next moment after the scream was heard, a red line broke through the air and hit the forehead of a practitioner who was on night watch. If this person had not reacted in time, he would have been pierced through the center of his eyebrows and died.

With this surprise attack, the battle began instantly, and the land covered by heavy rain ushered in a melee.

What was different from the daytime was that the swordsman sitting in the carriage did not take action. He was probably confronting the elder of the Chiyin Sect who was sitting in the sedan chair in the distance.

Outside the camp, shouts and wails continued to be heard. The blood had not yet had time to dye the mud red before it was drowned by the rain and diluted into nothingness. Only broken limbs and corpses told of the reality of life and death.

The impact of this storm on the Chiyin Sect was very obvious. The reason was that the word "red" represented that the Taoism practiced by the evil cultivators was in opposition to the current environment. As a result, even if they came prepared, they could not completely gain the upper hand in this battle, and there were quite a few casualties.

It was unknown how much time had passed before the two sides suddenly dispersed, leaving dozens of corpses behind.

The merchant leader did not stay behind and joined the fight, and was also injured at this time.

He raised his hand, pushed the hair out of his eyes, and prepared to give new orders.

At this moment, a joyful voice sounded and said a few words in succession.

“It turns out this is just God’s will.”

"Come and marry me now."

"The rest of these things can be considered as betrothal gifts. I will treat them well."

The elder's feminine voice echoed in the rainstorm, penetrating into everyone's soul and sea of ​​consciousness, about to leave a mark.

Listening to these words that sounded like a sure win, and thinking about the disgusting deeds of the Chiyin Sect as rumored, the merchant leader's face, which was drenched by the rain, became even paler.

In the middle of the convoy, the swordsman sitting in the car was slow to speak and maintained a strange silence.

This seems to be the default meaning.

Or does it mean to leave?
As the merchant leader was thinking about the worst-case scenario and pondering how to deal with the current dangerous situation, a voice came into his ears from behind.

The voice was so calm, without any emotional fluctuations, but it brought him an indescribable strong confidence.

However...the premise is to ignore the two words in the conversation.

"Refund."

The merchant leader looked stunned and didn't understand what he meant, but he still subconsciously said "OK".

The man who spoke seemed satisfied with this answer.

Just the next moment.

Suddenly, a sword light cut through the night.

　One more chapter

　　
　
(End of this chapter)