Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 113 Chapter 112 Ending
One month later, Chuqiu City.

The battle between the inner city and the escort agency was unknown to ordinary people. They only knew that County Master Murong led his troops out and never returned.

However, the loss of one or two such people will not have much impact on the lives of ordinary people.

If we really have to say the biggest change, perhaps it is that the inner city began to distribute grain, the outer city began to absorb refugees again, and the people in the countryside began to intensify farming again.

The city guards were also replaced by the Murong family's private soldiers into Ming Cult members in white clothes and black hats.

"Jiang Kan, you've betrayed us by working for the Ming Cult!"

"You are courting disaster, and this will not end well!"

"The Ming Cult is definitely not a good group. I am waiting to see the annihilation of your entire Jiang family!"

"Old Master Yang, you are confused!"

There was a huge crowd in Caishikou, and prison vans were pulled in by oxen and horses. The people inside knew that their lives were coming to an end, and they were all hysterical.

The people on both sides of the road seemed to be spitting fire from their eyes. They cursed the people in the prison van desperately, and it seemed that they wanted to eat these ragged people alive.

"It's these beasts in the inner city! So much food is rotting in the warehouse, and they refuse to take it out. My old mother starved to death!"

"These wealthy people deserve to be killed! They should all be torn into pieces!"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense. Mr. Jiang's family is still good. Otherwise, why would they let him be the county magistrate after the Holy Church came?"

"Yes, if it weren't for Mr. Jiang's kindness, who couldn't bear to see us suffer and opened the city to surrender, who knows how the remnant of the Murong family would have tortured us!"

"Thanks to the Holy Religion's envoys, and to the kind-hearted Mr. Jiang!"

Xie Donglai sat silently in the prison van, listening to the discussions of the people on the street, with a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

In the prison van next to them was Murong Bo's cousin Murong Song.

However, these two former masters of the internal organs and powerful figures in the inner city now looked extremely embarrassed.

Not only was his body smelly and dirty, but his limbs were also abnormally bent, and some parts were even beaten flat, revealing flesh and bones.

The prison van finally stopped in front of the newly built platform in the vegetable market.

The two men were indifferent to the pleas for mercy and curses from the inner city family members in the other prison cars. They just raised their heads and stared at the figure sitting above them with hatred.

That was Jiang Kan in a red robe.

To his lower left sat a man in white clothes, a black hat, and a golden robe.

"Master Xu, look, it's almost time, isn't it?"

Jiang Kan stood up with a bow, his attitude extremely respectful.

Xu Jing smiled warmly upon hearing this:
"Master Jiang is too polite."

"A month ago, that dog official Murong died suddenly. It was you who provided the Holy Church with the information."

"After I led the team to Chuqiu, you were the insider who opened the city to welcome me and helped the Holy Church capture Xie Donglai and Murong Song."

"You also put in a lot of effort to capture the other five remaining villains."

"No one can be the county magistrate except you."

"I heard your brother is also a handsome man. I wonder why he didn't stay? Even if he could become a county lieutenant, he could help you share some of the burden."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Kan bent down even lower:

"You flatter me."

"Murong Bo, Xiao Yan, and Ye Zhiqiu are doing evil things, squandering the people's money on extravagance. I've long felt resentful."

"The Holy Religion has come to relieve the suffering of the people from the water and fire, and to alleviate the urgent needs of the people."

"Besides, Altar Master Xu is a master of the Huangting realm. Even without me, Xie Donglai and the others would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. They would perish sooner or later."

"With you and the other envoys of the Holy Church here, we have so many talented people. Why would we need my useless brother?"

Xu Jing smiled meaningfully, "Is that really the case?"

"You big families never put all your eggs in one basket."

"Aren't they afraid that our Ming Cult will rise and fall, and the Jiang family will be implicated and wiped out?"

A few drops of cold sweat oozed out of Jiang Kan's forehead, but his expression did not change.

"I dare not. It's just that I had a quarrel with my brother because of my niece's marriage."

"He left Chuqiu with his wife and children a month ago and their whereabouts are unknown."

Xu Jing was speechless, shook his head slightly, stood up and walked off the stage.

"Forget it, Master Jiang just needs to follow the instructions of the Holy Church and do a good job as a county magistrate."

"How is the preparation of the food and fodder I need going?"

Jiang Kan breathed a sigh of relief and quickly followed Xu Jing.

"I've already taken it from the granary in the inner city, as well as the manors of five other families in the inner city. We should have it all by the end of the month."

"Master Xu, this batch of grain is quite a large amount. I wonder where it will be transferred to?"

There was a hint of tentativeness in Jiang Kan's tone.

This batch of food has been collected since the Ming Cult entered the city. It took a long time to collect and can basically supply the needs of an army of a thousand people for half a month.

If the Ming Cult transported grain not only to Chuqiu County but also to other places under its control, then the number of troops would undoubtedly reach a terrifying level.

But so far, there has been no news of a large army under the banner of the Ming Cult rebelling anywhere.

So who is this batch of food prepared for?
"Master Jiang seems to be very concerned about the cause of the Holy Church?"

As soon as Xu Jing said this, Jiang Kan's pupils shrank. He was about to explain something, but he saw the other party waved his hand and walked to the prison van.

Xie Donglai and Murong Song looked at the leader of the Ming Cult with strong hatred in their eyes.

On that day, it was this man and Jiang Kan who joined forces inside and outside to break into the gate of Chuqiu City.

Xu Jing's true energy was inexhaustible. Even if the two of them joined forces, they would be beaten before thirty moves.

Even the giant crossbows used to defend the city could not force the enemy to retreat.

It was precisely because the opponent was so powerful that Xie Donglai and Murong Song were even more puzzled.

Murong Bo, who was also at the Huangting realm, should have been able to easily capture the escaped escort agency, but after leaving the city for two days, there was no news from them.

Finally, scouts were sent out, but they only found the bodies of Xiao Yan and others, but not even a hair of Murong Bo was found, as if he had disappeared from the face of the earth.

"Could it be that the head of the Flying Tiger Escort Agency has also broken through the Huangting realm? It's really curious."

Xu Jing sighed, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

"Master Jiang, take a good look at these two and learn from their mistakes."

Jiang Kan ignored the two men's gazes that were looking for someone to devour and bowed respectfully.

"Everything is subject to the leadership of the altar master."

"Yeah," Xu Jing nodded with satisfaction.

Before turning and leaving, he seemed to remember something and said something seemingly insignificant.

"King Huang's army has already penetrated Xuzhou."

Yellow King? Yellow Tide?
Jiang Kan had previously heard that Huang Chao's rebels were blocked in Bozhou and had difficulty advancing, but later he heard that they changed their route and went to Suzhou.

Xuzhou is located in the north of Suzhou. After conquering Xuzhou, Songzhou will be to the west.

If we can pass Songzhou, then Bianzhou and Zhengzhou, the next one will be Luoyang, the eastern capital.
Jiang Kan was shocked. He seemed to know who the food and fodder were prepared for.

But after being silent for a while, he could only sigh heavily.

So what if I knew?
Xu Jing, a warrior at the Huangting realm, had already suppressed him to the point where he could not move, not to mention that there were even more powerful masters in the Ming Cult.

Ever since the other party came to Chuqiu, he had only one choice.

No matter what, he had at least let Jiang Rui and others leave early, so the family would not be wiped out.

At this moment, he was actually somewhat envious of the Flying Tiger Escort Agency that had disappeared.

Perhaps, by now, Zhang Lishi had already taken his talented little disciple to join a major sect in the state capital? Putting aside his chaotic thoughts, Jiang Kan returned to the high platform and looked at the inner city disciples kneeling below and the angry people around him. His face became serious and he shouted:

"The time has come, bring the prisoners up"

"cut!"

At the command, swords and axes chopped out a puff of blood. Xie Donglai and Murong Song, as the most powerful prisoners, were finally dragged onto the stage.

"Jiang Kan, the demons of the Ming Cult are treacherous and follow evil ways. Your death is not far away!"

Murong Song was hysterical. Upon hearing this, Jiang Kan took the machete from the executioner and cut the body into two pieces with one stroke.

"Xie Donglai, do you have any last words?"

Xie Donglai looked up subconsciously when he heard this.

When she was little, my sister liked to lie on the ground and bask in the sun while herding cattle.

While he complained about his sister not working, he would cut all the grass for the pigs and cows as quickly as possible, and then lie down next to his sister before the sun sets.

That was a rare moment of leisure in the day.

"The sky is clear today too," Xie Donglai suddenly said, then looked at Jiang Kan with a smile.

"Jiang Kan, I'm looking forward to meeting your whole family in hell."

"I advise you to walk faster and go with Murong Bai and his son."

After Jiang Kan finished speaking, he chopped down with his sword.

The head rotated away from the body, the perspective flipped, and finally faced the blue sky.

Birds flew across the sky, the wind blowing through their yellow claws and white wings.

His sharp eyes swept across the green earth and locked onto a fat rat on the ochre official road.

With its wings folded, the peregrine falcon arced downward, piercing the air with a sharp cry.

The huge rat raised its head in confusion and saw only a black afterimage.

Duo!
The arrows trembled continuously, and the bodies of the peregrine falcon and the rat swayed up and down with their tail feathers.

"Li Biaotou's sharpshooter!"

"color!"

"Kill two birds with one stone!"

"Brother Qin, isn't this a mouse? Why do you say you kill two birds with one stone?"

"Hey, Mu Cha, this is a metaphor."

The golden light in Li Cunxiao's eyes faded, and when he heard the cheers from the crowd, he just smiled slightly.

It has been a month since I left Chuqiu.

Zhang Lishi was in a coma, Shi Tie was recuperating from a broken arm, and the affairs of the escort team were gradually taken over by him and the Cui brothers.

It would normally take only half a month to travel from Chuqiu to Songcheng, but there were many bandits along the way and demons often attacked at night.

Not to mention, there were women, children, the elderly and the young in the team, and Mrs. Zhang was more than eight months pregnant, and it was unknown when she would give birth.

Even though there were women who knew how to deliver babies in the team, Li Cunxiao did not dare to squeeze them too tightly when arranging the journey.

Fortunately, the closer we got to Songcheng, the more villages and towns there were around, making supplies more convenient and making the journey much faster.

"Master's Wife, how is Master?"

Li Cunxiao rode his horse to the side of the slow-moving carriage, knocked on the window and whispered a greeting.

The curtain was drawn open, and Zhang Yuelu looked at Li Cunxiao with a complicated look.

During this period, the team's itinerary was almost entirely arranged by the other party, and whenever they encountered demons and bandits, it was the other party who took the lead in charging.

After a while, Li Sanlang, the youngest disciple in the past, now seems to have replaced his master and eldest brother, and has become the leader of the group.

But this is just the trouble brought about by the change in their identities, there is no conflict.

"Your master's energy and blood have become stronger recently, and he moves from time to time. He should be waking up soon."

Behind Zhang Yuelu, Mrs. Zhang, with her big belly, gently wiped her husband's naked upper body, which was covered with several hideous scars alternating between them.

She looked gentle, and her maternal nature became more and more obvious.

Just half a month ago, those areas were still wrapped in blood-stained bandages, but now they have all scabbed over and fallen off.

Li Cunxiao observed carefully and found that as Zhang Lishi breathed in and out, a faint green light flickered in the dantian area of ​​his lower abdomen.

"Could it be that the battle with Murong Bo allowed Master to achieve a breakthrough in battle, and while healing his wounds he was also accumulating Qi, which is why he slept for so long?"

Some guesses flashed through his mind, and Li Cunxiao asked a few more questions about Madam Zhang's situation. Then he gently clamped Chili's horse's belly, raised the Dragon Sparrow Sword, and disappeared into the team like lightning.

With Chili around, he was the best scout. He was the one who always did the work of exploring the way.

"Junior brother has changed so much that I feel a little unfamiliar with him."

Shi Tie held the reins with his right hand, and the empty sleeve on his left side shook up and down with the horse's pace.

Cui Wei looked at the other person's lost expression and said comfortingly:
"Don't be discouraged, my dear nephew. Regenerating a severed limb in Chuqiu is a fantasy, but in the state capital, there are ways to do it."

"Even if there is a way, I'm afraid it will be very expensive."

Shi Tie took a deep breath and tried hard to relax his brows.

"Uncle Master, please don't comfort me. If it weren't for my junior brother, I would have been killed by Murong Bo long ago."

"Now that only one hand is broken, I'm already very lucky."

"I'm too old, and I've long given up on joining Tiangu Temple."

"It's just that Sanlang, Yue'er, and Xiaoye are still young. Master had enemies in the temple before, and I don't know what the situation is now."

"Once we get to the state capital, we'll just be strangers. I'm afraid we'll have to use gold and silver to bribe them."

"Don't let my broken arm ruin the future of my fellow apprentices."

Cui Wei sighed inwardly, he knew that what Shi Tie said was true.

Leaving Chuqiu meant leaving behind the chaos of war. Arriving in Songcheng presented a new challenge: finding a foothold.

Li Cunxiao was unaware of the conversation between the two. At this moment, he was enjoying the thrill of speeding along the official road.

"Hey! Stop! This mountain is mine."

A group of figures jumped out in a disorderly manner on both sides of the official road.

Qiekou was halfway through his speech when the leaders realized that the horse was running unreasonably fast and their expressions immediately changed.

"Oh no, it's a master, retreat."

The green wind blades were like flying feathers in the sky, and the opening and closing lips and the head were split into two halves, with red and white scattered all over the ground.

After a burst of ghostly howling, only a small leader was left kneeling among the corpses on the ground, kowtowing desperately.

"Please spare my life, my dear! Please spare my life! I was blind and mistook you for one of those refugees."

"Have there been many teams coming to Songcheng recently?"

Li Cunxiao shook the knife lightly, and all the blood drops fell off, and the blade became like a silver mirror.

He sheathed his sword, looking relaxed, not as if he had just killed dozens of bandits, but rather as if he had just stepped on an ant nest.

"A lot! A lot! I heard they all came to see the Ullambana Festival."

The horse's hooves, shrouded in mist, clattered past him, and the little leader lowered his head even lower for a moment.

After several dozen breaths, I suddenly heard the other party ask:

"Is that Pingdingshan?"

Looking from the back of the tall young man, a majestic peak can be seen faintly in the distance.

The mountain seemed hundreds or even thousands of feet high from a distance. The lower part was steep, but it suddenly became flat at the top, like a flat top.

Is that where Taiyi Zhenren is?
Is that where the future of martial arts lies?
(End of this chapter)