Yefutidaolu

Chapter 131 Return to the Demon Suppression Division

When Gao Jian returned to the Demon Suppression Division camp, the sun had already set. Gao Jian and Zou Long were covered in blood, but Zou Long's stomach looked bulging.

There was no way he couldn't help but be encouraged. He had eaten a lot of monster blood that day. Zou Long now felt like he had just been running all day, and he was full of energy. He wanted to find some mares.

Gao Jian was extremely tired, as riding a horse is quite tiring.

I had just returned when I saw Wang Long eating.

When he saw Gao Jian coming back, he was so scared that he almost dropped the bowl. He jumped several times in the air and was almost caught.

"Gao Jian! You're back?" Wang Long put down the bowl and ran towards this side in two steps.

Gao Jian dismounted, patted the horse's legs, and let Zoulong go and play by himself.

Then he twisted the blood out of his hair and said, "Didn't I come back a long time ago? Didn't I show up in Cangzhou a few days ago? And, Brother Wang, why do you always eat when I see you? How many meals a day do you eat?"

"Breakfast, midday meal, lunch, afternoon snack, dinner, and midnight snack, that's all, just five meals." Wang Long laughed.

"Are you a farmer? Do you eat lunch... ? Why are you here for afternoon tea too? Do you have any social engagements?" Gao Jian was a little amused.

Lunch is usually eaten during the busy farming season. After a tiring morning, people would take the opportunity to eat something to replenish their energy.

The afternoon snacks are similar. Young men and women from aristocratic families often have various social activities, such as pitching pots, outings, etc. It is normal for them to have no time to eat after being busy with various activities in the morning. In the afternoon, when they take a break from social activities, they eat some snacks to fill their stomachs.

As a result, this person did nothing but eat lunch and afternoon snack. He is a pig.

"Can't I eat if I don't have any social engagements? After all, we are martial artists, so eating more is a blessing." Wang Long patted his stomach. He didn't look fat at all, and even looked strong.

He then said to Gao Jian, "Let's not talk about this for now. You're covered in blood. Go take a shower and change your clothes. I'll go and notify Sima for you."

Gao Jian was curious: "How did you know I was looking for Sima?"

"Such a big thing has happened, who else should you turn to if not Sima? Me? Let me help you deal with it?" Wang Long rolled his eyes.

"Haha, thank you, Brother Wang." Gao Jian nodded and walked into the house where they had just eaten.

It was very warm inside, with a charcoal fire burning in the winter.

It was the best quality silver charcoal. It was obvious that Wang Long was not poor. He just didn't use any formation, which made Gao Jian feel a little strange.

"I remember you are a member of the Wang family. How can a kid from a noble family burn charcoal? Don't you have anything like molten jade or fire rat fur on you?" Gao Jian asked.

"I do have this stuff, but this year's silver charcoal is of very good quality. It has a fragrance when burned, and I quite like it, so I burned charcoal. Recently, the silver charcoal in the outer city is very cheap, all thanks to you." Wang Long praised.

"Depend on me?" Gao Jian pointed at himself, somewhat confused.

What did he do?

"Yes, in the past few years, most people burned firewood and ordinary charcoal, and the entire outer city of Cangzhou was filled with smoke. The sky and the earth were dim, and the dust fell like rain. If you walked around in white clothes, you would be wearing yellow clothes when you went back. There were chimneys everywhere, which was very unbearable." Wang Long seemed to recall something and showed an expression of disgust.

But he immediately patted Gao Jian's shoulder and said, "But this year is different. This year, many people are using silver charcoal because the laborers have to carry a lot more firewood. The price of silver charcoal and ordinary charcoal has dropped a lot this year, so many people have been spared from freezing to death. In addition, the gods have taken action, and the wind and snow in Cangzhou capital have been well controlled."

"This year's snowstorm was neither too heavy to cause water shortages in various places and affect farming next year, nor too heavy to cause roofs to collapse and freeze a lot of people to death. Everything was just right. Coupled with the fact that charcoal became much cheaper, I don't know how many more people have lived. You cleaned up the docks and Baishen as soon as you came here. To be honest, the people in the outer city should thank you." Wang Long said.

Listening to Wang Long's words, Gao Jian looked towards the outer city.

"Laborers and Baishen? Oh, that's true. I'll take the blame for the thank you." Gao Jian turned around and asked: "Is there hot water? Or just cold water?"

"If you want hot water, just wait. The charcoal fire is here anyway, you can light it yourself. I'll go find Sima, you'd better hurry up." Wang Long didn't delay. He washed his hands, washed off the blood that Pai Gaojian had caused, and left the door.

Gao Jian watched him leave, then he stretched his body happily, hit a few air basketballs, and threw a few punches into the air, making a bang-bang-bang sound.

He saw it at a glance that if he wanted to improve things in the outer city, the dock and the outer city gods were the two most important nodes, so he tried his best to move these two things.

Nowadays, the martial arts have been popularized at the docks, which have uniformly reduced various internal frictions between the docks. Naturally, many things can be done to benefit the people of the entire city.

The hundreds of gods in the outer city who are responsible enough can control the wind, rain, snow and sunshine, so that crops and natural life can be improved in all aspects.

An excellent water god can purify the water, a good land god can ensure a good harvest, and the dock can greatly reduce logistics costs.

After this set of measures, every aspect of the outer city will be much better.

Now it seems that initial results are showing.

Cool!
Feeling happy, Gao Jian felt that everything he had done before was worth it.

The blade of the rusty knife had grown two inches longer without anyone noticing.

At this moment, Wang Long's words increased the blade's edge even more than that of the so-called "generals" who were killed by Gao Jian from the Baishan River tribe.

It's really hard to explain things like willpower.

But Gao Jian didn't care about it at all, he was used to it. Rusty Knife would occasionally suddenly increase a little, or it might not move at all after doing certain things. There was only one rule, and that was that Gao Jian felt good.

And this kind of pleasure is generally not something he deliberately pursues. After completing the goals he set for himself, Rusty Knife probably doesn't move.

Most of the blade's growth occurred without Gao Jian's awareness. It seemed that the blade would only sharpen naturally when he had no purpose.

So, up to now, Gao Jian basically didn't care about Daofeng's affairs.

If you have it, use it; if you don’t have it, don’t use it. If you don’t have it, forget it.

He boiled water and poured it into a wooden barrel. Gao Jian took off his clothes, soaked in the barrel, and began to wash the blood off his body.

This body of dirty blood is actually quite valuable. With so much demon blood, you can boil it and make it into medicine.

However, the truly valuable essence and blood were all fed to the dragon by Gao Jian. Now he should go find a mare or run circles in the sky.

Being too energetic is also a kind of torture.

Gao Jian thought so.

Just as he was thinking about these random things, a pleasant fragrance suddenly came, attracting Gao Jian's attention.

Gao Jian's senses were still quite sharp, so he quickly noticed this and looked in the direction of the smell.

"Is this the smell of silver charcoal? This is the smell of silver charcoal?" Gao Jian sniffed it and smelled a refreshing fragrance.

He had heard that during the firing process of silver charcoal, some medicinal herbs, dried flowers, etc. might be buried to add fragrance, but would the smell be so strong?

However, thinking about it carefully, Wang Long seemed to say that the quality of silver charcoal this year was particularly good, and it had a strong fragrance when burned, so he didn't even need things like fire rat fur, and instead burned charcoal for heating.

Well, it’s probably some new technology.

Gao Jian thought about it and soaked in the hot water.

So cool.

Comfortable.

Starting from heading to the Baishan River Dragon Palace, then rushing to the East China Sea Dragon Palace, and finally returning to Cangzhou, he brought thousands of people back to the edge of Cangzhou and found a vacant land to open up. In the meantime, there were various things to do, which were complicated and dangerous, and there was always fighting and killing. In fact, Gao Jian didn't like fighting and killing.

Now that I’m back at the Demon Suppression Division camp, I can soak in the hot water and smell a pleasant aroma.

It felt like all the previous hard work disappeared with the hot water.

As soon as he thought of this, the blade of the rusty knife grew two inches longer.

?

A question mark popped up in Gao Jian's mind.

"Ah?" He reached out and pulled out the rusty knife from the scabbard beside him.

Is there such a thing?
Looking at it this way, it’s seven inches in size, four of which were gained by taking a bath today.

He put the rusty knife back into its sheath and just wanted to laugh.

Soon, Gao Jian finished his bath, got up from the tub, put on his clothes, prepared his knife, and looked at himself in the mirror.

He was wearing a black robe with pleats at the hem, dark gold patterns on it, and a tiger leopard faintly embroidered on the chest. It was the uniform of a seventh-rank official of the Demon Suppression Division of the Divine Dynasty. He looked extraordinary and heroic. In addition, Gao Jian had a strong physique. After tightening the belt, his bulging flesh could be vaguely seen.

Handsome!
Gao Jian praised himself and gave himself a thumbs up.

He doesn't have a depressed personality. It's more like his previous dullness was purely caused by the current situation. In fact, he is quite lively.

At this moment, Wang Long's voice came from outside: "Gao Jian? Are you ready? Sima is waiting for you in the camp!"

"Okay! Here we come!"

Gao Jian brushed his hair, turned around, drew a circle with the hem of his clothes, and then went out.

Wang Long looked at Gao Jian who had just come out of the shower.

Suddenly I felt...

Why did this kid change his temperament? Did he have an epiphany?
I can’t figure it out, forget it.

Gao Jian said goodbye to Wang Long and walked towards the center of the Demon Suppression Division camp.

There's no one here as usual.

Most people have been dispatched to the ancient battlefield. The ancient battlefield is where Cangzhou’s real concern lies, and all the aristocratic families and government agencies are required to dispatch forces to guard there.

It's not about guarding the stagnant energy of heaven and earth itself, but about fearing that some villains would detonate the stagnant yin energy of the autumnal equinox, if that happens, Cangzhou would have to stay in autumn for decades.

By then... the losses would be incalculable, and might even affect the foundation of each family.

So, I have to meet Sima of the Demon Suppression Division first.

After all, one of the main forces guarding the ancient battlefield is the Demon Suppression Division.

Gao Jian walked all the way to the camp and saw the huge and tall tents and the personal soldiers around them.

Sima's personal guards around him saluted Gao Jian slightly.

The last time they came, they were like dead people, but this time they took the initiative to salute. It can be seen that Gao Jian still made quite a stir.

Gao Jian also returned the greetings to them.

Then he held his head high and walked into the camp.

Inside the camp, Sima Zheng was sitting behind a desk. There was nothing on the desk, it was clean and tidy.

Opposite the desk, there is a stool.

There were still only four or five personal soldiers standing guard around, and Sima's iron spear was placed on a rack nearby.

"Sima." Gao Jian stepped forward and sat down.

Sima opened his big hands, which were obviously different from those of ordinary people, and placed them on the table: "You have been in a lot of trouble recently. I heard that just a few hours ago, you slaughtered all the water gods within a hundred miles of Cangzhou City?"

"Hey, it's just a small matter." Gao Jian smiled. "Didn't Cangzhou send a message to capture the Baishanjiang water tribe's god? I just worked overtime."

Why work overtime? That’s very simple.

The closer to Cangzhou, the deeper the relationship with the water gods within a hundred miles. After all, most of the water gods near Cangzhou have powerful forces behind them, otherwise they would not be arranged in such a core place. For example, the golden turtle of Qingshui River God is backed by Baishan River Turtle Prime Minister.

This place is a lucrative position.

The other little cats and shrimps ran away, but Gao Jian could still tolerate it. The water gods in the core area were all young people that the Baishanjiang water tribe had once placed high hopes on.

We can't let this go.

The moment Gao Jian saw the Zuo family pretending to obey but actually disobeying, he realized this and chose to work overtime.

Sima asked again: "Do you know why the prefect asked the Zuo family to do this?"

“The Zuo family is familiar with the process and knows how to deal with gods who break the law. It is also within their authority. Letting them do it... is reasonable and logical. Tsk..." Gao Jian bowed and said with a smile.

As they were talking, he couldn't hold it in anymore, and Sima couldn't hold it in either, and they both laughed out loud, and then immediately returned to their serious expressions.

"Ahem, since we are not strangers, please don't use official language with me." Sima waved his hand: "I have spent a lot of effort to protect you this time."

Hearing this, Gao Jian stood up, clasped his hands together, and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Sima."

"Then tell me, do you know why the Zuo family was allowed to go?" Sima said.

Gao Jian did not use an official tone this time, but said: "Because the prefect does not want to break up with the Zuo family, he gave them a chance to save some of their own descendants, so as to prevent the Zuo family from doing something desperate."

After finishing speaking, Gao Jian was a little confused: "So, Lord Sima, why are you asking this? You should understand it in your heart, right?"

Sima Ze said, "That's for smart people like you. Think about how stupid those who are just average are. Then think about how half of the people are even dumber than average. So sometimes, a little unnecessary nonsense is actually very important. It's harmful to think that others can understand you."

"So that's how it is. Thank you for your advice." Gao Jian suddenly understood.

This is indeed an experience. In the past, Gao Jian really liked to hand things over to others without explaining them in detail, thinking that others would be able to understand.

Fortunately, no bad consequences were caused.

"Then continue. So, you are really determined to make things difficult for the Zuo family?"

"Yes, I want to end the blood sacrifice, what do you think, Sima?"

"What do I think? I think you did a good job. Otherwise, I wouldn't have helped you so many times." Sima said, then stared at Gao Jian: "But you also have to understand that the Zuo family is going to take real action against you."

(End of this chapter)