Starting from the Tiger Demon Yaksha, the demon immortality

Chapter 98 97 Depression
"If there is an enlightened messenger who appears in the world to teach sentient beings and free them from suffering,

Sixteen bloody characters were hung on the wall, and on one side was Xiao Ji's disemboweled body, a horrifying and bloody sight.

Murong Bo silently recited the two lines of words, his face gloomy, and Xiao Yan beside him was even more furious:

"The Ming Cult thieves are too rampant!"

"County Master, these demons dared to kill even the eldest son of the Xiao family. This is no longer just ordinary rebellion. We must strike hard!"

"I request to lead the troops and work with County Lieutenant Xie to wipe out the demon cult!"

His words were passionate and filled with indignation, but there was not much pain in them of losing a son.

Murong Bo was also an old fox with many years of experience, so of course he understood the hidden meaning of Xiao Yan's words:

My son can't die in vain, I have to pay more!

"Xiao Yan, this old dog, also wants to get involved in military power?"

Murong Bo remained calm, just watching the other party's performance end, and then pretended to comfort him:
"Brother Xiao is naturally heartbroken after losing his son, and it's understandable that he wants to kill his enemies."

"Although that villain Wu Yuan was defeated, his vitality was intact. Brother Xiao's safety is at stake for the clan, how could you risk your life?"

"Let's discuss the issue of sending troops later. I think there are some people in the city with bad intentions, trying to take advantage of the situation."

Shit!

Even when Xiao Ji died, Xiao Yan didn't seem to be very angry. It was only when Murong Bo said this that he really laughed out of anger.

Although Yufang Jue's combat power is weaker, it is also a real internal organ and his eyes are not blind.

As soon as he saw his son's body, he knew that the murderer had used martial arts that were not used by any family in the city.

Moreover, according to the description of the servants, the battle started and ended very quickly, and the enemy lay dormant, launched a surprise attack, and retreated in one go.

His strength is probably at the level of refining acupoints and entering the internal organs, otherwise it would be impossible to be so quick and efficient.

Again, even if Xiao Ji is not good at fighting with Yu Fang Jue, he has truly mastered the third level of training. Among people of the same level, who can easily crush him?

Currently, there are only seven families and the Feihu Escort Agency in Chuqiu City that have experts in internal organs.

If it wasn't someone from the Ming Cult who was deliberately seeking revenge, could it be the Cui brothers? Shi Tie? Zhang Lishi?
A sneak attack on a perfected muscle at the level of the internal organs? Ridiculous! What's the point?
If anyone is to kill, it should be your son!
"Brother Xiao, I know you are heartbroken, but for the family, the inheritance of the incense is the top priority."

"Once you have a candidate, you can send him to my house. If he is suitable, I will let him become my disciple. How about that?"

Xiao Ji's expression finally relaxed.

To be honest, he was not very sad about Xiao Ji's death. What he was dissatisfied with was that Murong, as the elder brother, did not give him corresponding compensation.

Now that the other party has proposed to accept a disciple, it means that his descendants may be able to inherit the Red Marrow True Art, which is a Tantric martial art that is far superior to the Jade Chamber Art. The intention of closeness is self-evident.

After all, everyone says that the Xiao family is Murong's lackey, but even if they are dogs, they still have to have meat to eat.

"Brother Murong, thank you for your trouble. However, my Xiao family has a secret method, and our descendants are quite prosperous. I am sure we can find a disciple that will satisfy you."

Is it quite prosperous? It's not an exaggeration to call it a pigsty.
The ancestors of the two families learned martial arts together, and their descendants have close interactions with each other, so they know each other very well.

When the head of the Xiao family chooses his wife, he never looks at her appearance, but rather whether she can bear children.

Before getting married, the woman must be nurtured with secret medicine, and after the marriage, she must give birth to at least two children.

Before a woman reaches the age of thirty, she can give birth to at least twenty children.

It should be said that the Xiao family is the family with the most eldest and most prosperous descendants among the seven families in the inner city.

But correspondingly, the wife, as the mother of birth, is completely a tool and often dies before the age of forty.

Then, the head of the family will continue to remarry, and the cycle will repeat.

"The seven families have just become closer. If the news of your son's death were to spread at this time, people would be uneasy."

"Then I won't announce the death of Constipation. I'll just tell everyone that I'm sending him out on some errands."

Murong Bo and Xiao Yan walked out of the blood-stained room with fake smiles on their faces.

"These people all say that I, Murong Bai, am cold and harsh, but people like Xiao Yan, who treat his own son like a pig or a dog, are a hundred times more cruel than me."

Just as he was thinking about it, a guard from the Murong family suddenly walked in quickly from outside the house and whispered a few words.

Murong Bo and Xiao Ji's expressions changed drastically at the same time.

"You Mingjiao villain, how dare you!"

The blade danced, causing a whistling sound, the wind howled, and a sudden flash of silver light.

Li Cunxiao put away his knife and stood looking at the big tree in the yard that was sprouting tender green buds, when he suddenly felt something.

"I've been cultivating peacefully for over half a month. Xiao Ji's death is just suppressed like that?"

But on second thought, he quickly felt relieved.

After the beginning of spring, the first thing to do is spring ploughing.

With war imminent, the importance of food has reached an unprecedented level.

Perhaps because the Ming Cult suffered losses at the Lantern Festival, it initially broke up into small groups and dispersed into the countryside with its followers and the remaining forces of the Chai Gang.

When the storm died down, this group of people brazenly went out and began to kill the local tyrants and rob them of their money and food.

Once, twice, and three times, poor refugees continued to join, and the Mingjiao's ranks grew rapidly, and even began to attack the manors and fields of the seven families in the inner city.

Can this be tolerated?

Xie Donglai and several family heads brought city guards and private soldiers to hunt them down everywhere.

To be honest, except for the core members of the Ming Cult, ordinary refugees can't even control their qi and blood, and are completely cannon fodder.

But Xie Donglai and others did not have the ability to see far away. They only knew that if someone attacked the manor, they would immediately lead their troops to stop them and run around desperately.

Otherwise, if the fields are destroyed during the spring plowing season, then in the autumn we can only eat the stored grain and spend our savings. How can we talk about establishing our own territory?
Li Cunxiao took the sweat towel handed to him by Wei Ying, wiped it casually, and during the break, he guided Wei He and Mu Cha in practicing martial arts.

After avoiding the limelight, Ye Chengxiao and his family moved out.

After all, living under someone else's roof is always inconvenient, and they do have some savings.

The new mansion was not far from the Li family's home. Mu Cha could walk back and forth in a quarter of an hour, and Li Cunxiao could get there in just a dozen breaths.

As the ice and snow melted and spring returned, the escort agency gradually began to resume business.

"It's just that this year's orders are significantly less than last year's."

Li Cunxiao rode on a red horse, passed through the streets and alleys, looked at the outer city which had become much more desolate, and sighed in his heart.

Even in the prosperous Qinghe Street, one-third of the shops cannot continue to operate, let alone other places?

Nowadays, even beggars are rarely seen in the outer city, and the streets and alleys of the slums are deserted and silent.

After all, if you stay in the city, you may be hunted down by the city guards as a Mingjiao spy at any time.

If he escapes from the city, he might actually be able to make a living in the Ming Cult.

"Master."

Li Cunxiao waited outside the study for a moment until Zhang Lishi responded, then he pushed the door open and walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, he was surprised.

After not seeing him for four or five days, Zhang Lishi seemed to have aged a few years compared to last time, and the silver hair on his temples could not be hidden.

There was visible fatigue in his expression.

The realm of the internal organs, the condensed acupoints, the five internal organs form a circulation, locking the essence of the human body, is known as the small leak-free state.

It is enough to keep a person in his seventies with strong vitality and fighting power.

Such rapid aging should never happen to Zhang Li, whose internal organs are already in perfect condition.

There is only one possibility.

"Breaking through the Huangting, failed again?"

Li Cunxiao's heart sank. This matter was no secret to Shi Tie, Zhang Yuelu and others.

Only with the help of the vajra, he could hardly imagine the feeling of being unable to make any progress in front of the barrier of the realm.

During the past half month, although hunting was impossible due to the chaos in the outer city, the escort agency continued to provide demon meat. Therefore, although the charging of the Vajra was slow, it was at least increasing every day.

Although Xiao Ji's death was suppressed, the second generation in the inner city were obviously much more vigilant and almost always followed their elders when going out.

Otherwise, with dozens of people following behind, it would be very difficult to take action without being discovered.

"Sanlang is here. Sit down. How's your training been lately? Do you have any questions?"

Li Cunxiao took the opportunity to ask a few questions about Xiao Yasha's swordsmanship. After Zhang Lishi answered them, he went straight to the point.

"I called you here for a short-distance escort mission. It's just thirty miles outside Chuqiu City, and you can go there and back in a day." "It's not an escort mission for the seven families in the inner city, so the risk is very low."

Li Cunxiao accepted the order and chatted for a few more words before leaving the study and going to the training ground first.

There are fewer people here than before.

Escort companies are a subsidiary business of traveling merchants. When trade is booming, escort companies will naturally prosper.

But when all businesses were in recession, the escort agency also had a hard time.

After all, in such a chaotic time, who would dare to go out and do business?

Most resources are confined to divided regions and consumed internally.

This does not mean that the demand for escort services has disappeared, but rather that the risk of escort services has increased.

People always tend to be stable.

During the past half month, in addition to the escorts trained by the escort agency itself, more than ten escorts and assistants hired from outside with skills have left one after another.

"Zhu Zi, are you being worthy of the escort agency? Are you being worthy of Escort Captain Li?"

"You villain! You are so ungrateful!"

Li Cunxiao looked at the crowds of people crowded together in twos and threes, and couldn't help but frown when he heard this.

With a push of his strong arms, he pushed aside the waves like a shark and rushed into the school of fish.

"what happened?"

"Li Biaotou!"

"Here comes Captain Li!"

The young escorts were very excited to see the burly figure, and their eyes showed admiration and eagerness without any concealment.

Shi Tie brought Feng Sheng back to the manor after the beginning of the year, but this time he did not bring his family.

Shen He and Jiang Qi have already faded out of the escort agency, Xiao Mei is dead, and Ye Chengxiao has secretly returned to his heart.

Now Li Cunxiao is clearly the number one among the escort leaders, and he seems to have the ability to command the support of hundreds of others.

"Zhu Zi, are you leaving? Have you found a good place to go?"

Zhuzi is the young man who was once hit by Wenjie's poisonous arrow and was saved by his antidote pill.

Seeing that Li Cunxiao had a gentle expression and no intention of blaming him, he felt even more guilty and did not dare to look him in the eye.

"Captain Li, I will never forget your kindness in saving my life."

"But I am not afraid of death. My mother is very old and she is blind due to overwork in her early years."

"My brother-in-law is a guard of the Yang family. He found me a job in the inner city and asked me to bring my mother in so that she can spend her old age in peace."

"Captain Li, I, I don't want to leave."

Zhuzi's voice was choked with sobs, and the others were speechless when they heard it.

Middle-aged people like Gao Hu and Qian Yu, who have elderly parents and young children to take care of, sighed repeatedly.

When people live in this world, they always have ties.

It is easy to say that revenge is easy, but how can it be so simple?
"Zhu Zi, since you are leaving, take this little money. Go back and be filial to the old man. That will be your repayment for my kindness."

Li Cunxiao was silent for a moment, took out more than ten taels of loose silver from his bag and forced it into Zhuzi's hand.

"The price of food in the city has been rising recently. You haven't escorted an convoy since the beginning of spring. Is your monthly salary enough?"

Zhuzi stopped struggling, accepted the silver with a guilty look on his face, and turned away.

Li Cunxiao took the opportunity to look at the more respectful escorts around him and said loudly:
"The head escort knows that these days are tough, so from now on, the dividends from escort missions can be directly exchanged for rice and meat."

Everyone's faces showed joy, and they all praised Zhang Lishi and Li Biaotou for their kindness and righteousness.

The more chaotic the world is, the less valuable money becomes.

Gold is a different story. The prices of daily necessities like food, oil and salt are getting higher and higher. Silver is still okay, but the rate of depreciation of copper coins is almost doubled.

At the end of last year, ten wen could buy a jin of rice, but now it costs twenty wen. The Ming Cult took advantage of the spring plowing to destroy the fields, so it is conceivable that food prices will rise again.

How can ordinary people live their lives?
Li Cunxiao walked out of the crowd of people who were praising him, called the sixteen bodyguards who usually followed him, and went to the warehouse to get the armor and soldiers.

He was subjected to rigorous training before the New Year and had not been close to women for two or three months. Recently, his blood circulation has finally improved, and Mr. He even held a special banquet for him.

"How's business at home?"

Li Cunxiao took the set of armor handed to him by He Bi and examined it carefully.

In troubled times, there are some things that don't need to be hidden.

After the spring came, Zhang Lishi waved his hand and dragged the armor, swords and guns made from the treasures of Luohe into the warehouse.

Nowadays, even ordinary bodyguards have at least a second-level iron armor and a fine iron sword.

Escort leaders like Li Cunxiao wore knee-length lamellar armor, with shoulder pads, arm guards, and helmets.

Seventy or eighty of these people would be like an elite army. It was this kind of power that could deter the scoundrels.

"not too good."

Why look sad and force a smile?

"The seven families in the inner city occupied nearly half of the fertile farmland in Chuqiu. My father was doing business with the remaining small landlords and rich farmers."

"Now the Ming Cult demons are plundering everywhere, delaying spring plowing. The seven families have their own forts and can resist, but the others will have a harder time."

"It's hard to say whether my family's grain store can survive until the end of the year."

Li Cunxiao was speechless and could only say a few words of comfort.

Everyone's life is difficult.

After returning home, although it was a short dart trip, he still carefully discussed the route with veterans such as Ge Yingyang, Gao Hu, and Qian Yu, and made arrangements.

Afterwards, they stayed for dinner and everyone left at 10:00 p.m.

The next day, four or five escort carts loaded with medicinal herbs slowly drove out of the city gate.

Ten miles away from the city is the Murong family's farmland.

With the protection of the city guards, the farmlands here are green and lush. Although the farmers are disheveled, their expressions are far from numb.

But after walking ten miles, all that came into view was desolation.

The fields were deserted, scattered with broken limbs, corpses, and rusted and broken swords and guns.

Even on the official road, there were traces of blood that had not yet dried. It was unknown whether they came from soldiers, bandits, or refugees.

The sun reached its zenith and soon set in the west.

"Go!"

Ge Yingyang fired arrows continuously, nailing three mandrills to the ground.

The red lightning-like divine horse came galloping, and Li Cunxiao, dressed in iron armor, brandished a four-foot Mo Dao, and with a flash of silver light, the corpse was separated.

"Sanlang's swordsmanship is getting sharper."

Ge Yingyang looked at the burly young man on the black horse, sighed, and slowly put down his longbow.

But beneath his stern face, Li Cunxiao looked worried.

In just thirty miles, this was already the fourth wave of demons they had encountered.

For some reason, he felt uneasy.

"Brothers, work harder, we're almost there."

Li Cunxiao called out and just turned his horse's head when a sharp whistle suddenly sounded behind him.

"Sanlang, be careful!"

Ge Yingyang's face turned pale, but the next moment, he was even more shocked to see that Li Cunxiao seemed to have eyes on his back, and with a flick of his left hand, he disappeared like a phantom.

In the blink of an eye, there was an arrow in his hand that was trembling non-stop.

unarmed?!!

Li Cunxiao showed no joy at all. Looking at the figures pouring out around him, his face immediately turned gloomy.

"Enemy attack! Form a formation!!!"

(End of this chapter)