A master of comedy!

Chapter 111 Going to the Meeting Alone
Amidst the vast sea of ​​fog, a figure was running swiftly, and most strangely, he was carrying a three-foot-tall statue of a deity on his back.

"Slow down, slow down!"

"Ouch, my back..."

"Go left, don't be afraid, that's not a cliff, trust me, jump!"

Zhou Sheng, still dressed as Guan Yu, stood like an iron tower on the cliff, looking down at the vast clouds and mist below, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

With his phoenix eyes slightly closed, a faint golden light flickered, and he indeed saw strands of distorted turbulent currents, seemingly concealed by an array.

Jump!
Zhou Sheng suddenly jumped off the sheer cliff and immediately felt a strong sense of weightlessness. Clouds and mountain winds whistled past his ears, making his hair dance wildly.

It wasn't that he had completely believed the mountain god's words, but rather that he was skilled and daring, and with his black horse by his side, even if it were a cliff, he wouldn't die from the fall.

As it turned out, the mountain god had not lied to him.

His body had only fallen a dozen feet when his feet slammed into the ground, landing on a hard surface.

With a muffled thud, Zhou Sheng actually left two three-inch-deep footprints on the ground.

His dantian was surging with energy, and a golden lake of magical power shimmered, giving his vermilion-painted face a faint golden glow.

His body is as imposing as a formidable pass, as immovable as a mountain.

His phoenix eyes exuded an air of authority as he looked up and surveyed the surrounding scene.

Suddenly, the swirling clouds and mist thinned considerably, and an unfamiliar mountain path appeared in the distance, with jagged rocks, ancient pines, and many exotic flowers and plants.

Especially those trees, which are taller and thicker than ordinary trees, growing to twenty or thirty feet tall, with canopies that almost block out the sky.

From a distance, it looks just like an undeveloped primeval forest.

"This mountain path is called Jinxiu Valley. It is the only way to the Immortal Cave, the Daoist temple of Lu Zu. I have blocked it with an array, and few people have come here for hundreds of years."

"Come quickly. Follow this mountain path. There is a semi-circular platform called Manjushri Platform. Near the cliff below the platform, there are two pine and cypress trees and a chessboard. My primordial spirit is trapped here."

The mountain god's voice kept ringing in Zhou Sheng's ears, urging him on, but he quietly looked ahead and did not take a step forward.

His phoenix eyes gleamed with a chilling light, like the sharp edge of a green dragon's blade.

"Mountain God, if you continue to refuse to tell the truth, don't blame me for standing idly by and showing no mercy with my blade!"

In that deep jungle, he sensed a potential danger, an ancient aura, as if a pair of aged eyes were secretly watching him.

However, when he tried to find it with his discerning eye, he always found it to be a mirage.

It seems that every tree is like those eyes.

It was obvious that the mountain god was hiding something important from him.

“Good child, your master and I are good friends, how could we—”

The sound stopped abruptly because Zhou Sheng had already put down the statue and placed the crescent blade against its neck.

"explain."

There was only one word, spoken in a very calm voice, yet it carried an undeniable firmness and an arrogant disdain for everything.

In an instant, the mountain god had a strong premonition that this kid who was performing underhanded tricks really dared to destroy His statue.

The arrogance and fierceness between his brows were so similar to the lawless and domineering Yu Zhensheng of yesteryear.

They truly are master and apprentice; they're practically identical.

This kid is really ruthless!
Having figured this out, the mountain god dared not deceive him any longer and told Zhou Sheng the truth.

"I did not mean to deceive you. There is a wood spirit in this forest that has become a demon. It is the dragon head staff that I have nurtured for hundreds of years."

"Originally, I was observing the Immortal Chess in the mountains. To prevent being disturbed, I placed this staff at the foot of the mountain to guard it. However, I was trapped by the Immortal Chess and almost went mad. My magic power and incense offerings gradually declined, and my control over the staff was not as good as before."

"My original command to it was that if anyone broke in, it should be driven away, but not killed lightly. However, in the twenty-two years of watching the game, it has devoured several living people who have mistakenly entered this place, and its demonic power has greatly increased!"

After a pause, the mountain god let out a long sigh.

“Right now, it only wants to wait for me to dissipate my primordial spirit, then seize my natal magic seal and become the new mountain god of Mount Lu. At that time, I'm afraid the people inside and outside the mountain will all suffer!” Zhou Sheng’s heart stirred, and his gaze became even more solemn.

Just to be on the safe side, he had just used the Luoshu divination to see if what the other party said was true, and the answer was that this time the mountain god did not hide anything or lie.

A wood demon dwells in the forest, turning against its master and seeking to usurp the position of the mountain god.

It was almost successful. If it weren't for Zhou Sheng, this unexpected guest, the position of mountain god might have really changed hands in another ten days or half a month.

When Zhou Sheng returned then, he would be facing a strange, powerful mountain god who enjoyed devouring people to practice his skills.

From this perspective, he was actually quite lucky.

"But don't be afraid. As long as you bring the statue here and let my spirit return to its place, we can subdue this wood demon!"

"I kept it from you because I was afraid you'd be worried about the danger and wouldn't dare help me. I... I really had no other choice..."

The mountain god pleaded earnestly, his words filled with sorrow.

"Can we kill him?"

Zhou Sheng's voice suddenly rang out, startling the mountain god who had been pleading incessantly.

"Since we have already eaten people, I, Guan, will show no mercy under my blade."

He uttered those words coldly, then, carrying the statue in one hand and the Guan Dao in the other, he strode into the mysterious and dangerous forest.

The green python robe fluttered without wind, and Guan Yu's beard danced wildly.

Standing nine feet tall, with a red face and a blue dragon, he was alone yet possessed boundless courage and remained as still as a mountain peak and a deep pool.

As soon as we stepped onto the mountain path, the trees behind us quietly moved, and the path behind us disappeared, leaving only the vast forest.

But Zhou Sheng didn't look back even once. He just kept walking forward, each step taken with extra care and with extra weight, as if he were carrying a mountain on his back.

The back of the blade dragged on the ground, sparking and making a buzzing sound.

The invisible force of the blade rose like a surging flood, accumulating layer by layer until it engulfed the sun and reached the heavens.

The wood spirit hidden in the shadows seemed to sense that terrifying sharpness and began to stir with unease.

One by one, vines quietly grew, reaching out towards Zhou Sheng like venomous snakes.

However, those ancient vines, so tough they could bind tigers and leopards, were instantly reduced to dust at a distance of three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

The Azure Dragon Blade was not swung, but the sound of the blade, like metal shattering stone, lingered for a long time.

Finally, the wood demon seemed unable to restrain itself any longer and could no longer sit idly by as Zhou Sheng's sword momentum continued to rise. The earth trembled violently, and long, snake-like roots appeared, coiling towards Zhou Sheng.

"Hey!!!"

A roar, the throat rolling and the chest resonating, like a thunderclap in the dome, the lung qi, stomach qi, and gallbladder qi united as one, the sound, rhythm, and spirit all in perfect harmony.

The dense root system suddenly shuddered, as if struck by lightning, and fell to the ground.

Roar! ! !
The earth cracked open, and countless roots intertwined, transforming into a gigantic wooden dragon with a ferocious head, lunging at Zhou Sheng.

It seemed as if it wanted to chew up that sharp, gleaming crescent blade in one gulp!
However, looking at the terrifying wooden dragon that was tens of feet long and had its claws outstretched, Zhou Sheng, who was as insignificant as an ant, suddenly laughed.

It was a contemptuous laugh, a disdainful laugh, a laugh filled with murderous intent.

Suddenly, the thunderous sound of three drumbeats echoed in his mind.

Thump—thump thump clang!

The sound of the gong was like waves, and although he was not riding Red Hare, he seemed to be standing on the bow of a ship amidst the waves, his green robe billowing as he crossed the river alone.

This play is called "Going to the Feast Alone with a Single Blade".

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(End of this chapter)