Raising the Demon

Chapter 111 A Shadow Breaks the Master's Soul
It is said that power has no distinction between good and evil, as long as it is used in the right way, it is correct, but in fact?It's just an excuse to convince myself, there is no distinction between good and evil, your sister!Excuses, all excuses!

In a blink of an eye, Zi Baifeng thought again that he was planning to make war fortune, but burst into tears again.

These days, it's so difficult to be a kind and pure person!

Well, I'll just pretend that there is no right or wrong in power, and there is no right or wrong in weapons... Who asked me to do the arms business?
"You pig!" Zi Baifeng turned his face and scolded Luo Qianshan again, but he was a little envious in his heart, simple-minded people are so nice, and they are in the mood to eat.

"If you don't eat it, I'll eat it all." Whenever Zi Baifeng and Luo Qianshan are together, Zi Baifeng will always have a hundred reasons for Luo Qianshan to treat him, so when the dishes are served, he will not be polite. Eat more than half of it first, so as not to be ruined by Zi Baifeng. Just now Zi Baifeng was depressed at 45 degrees, and immediately 40.00% of the food went into his belly. He took a sip of water and swallowed the food in his mouth. Meal, said: "What do you want me for? Tell me quickly, I am busy with military affairs!"

Zi Baifeng grabbed Luo Qianshan, told him what he had seen and heard in Daoliu Village, and asked, "Is it possible for you to help me as a staff officer?"

No matter how much Zi Baifeng thought about it, it was just speculation, so after Zi Jian was sent home, Zi Baifeng made up his mind and immediately decided to come to Luo Qianshan for a meal, and by the way, seek some expert help.

Although this guy is not very old, he has actually been on the battlefield, and he knows more about the things in the chaos than himself.

Luo Qianshan clapped his palms and said, "If you put it that way, I think it's quite feasible... just right, I'm here to participate in a stock."

Although the war is still hundreds of miles away, Luo Qianshan, as the Chief Defense Officer of Mengcheng, has already been active, and the whole Mengcheng has actually entered a state of combat readiness.

It's just that the harvest in Mengcheng is not good this year, and a large amount of money and food has to be mobilized to relieve the victims. Military expenditures have been reduced and reduced. Luoqianshan is also worried. kick.

"I have a lot of used weapons here. If I repair them, I can make a fortune by selling them. I can't pay my salary here." Weapons are worn out very quickly during wars. Their damaged things, or Repairing, or smelting and rebuilding, and then selling to places where weapons are in short supply, earning some money, can also relieve the pressure.

In the past, the cost of production was not enough to cover the surplus, but this time, with the free labor of Daoliu Village, it can be sold at a place where weapons are in short supply, and can be sold at a good price.

The two agreed at the wine table that Daoliu Village would contribute to Zi Baifeng's side, and Luo Qianshan would send two experienced veterans to lead the team to go south with them.

After agreeing on a plan, Zi Baifeng didn't have the habit of procrastinating, so he went back immediately and prepared to go.

If a commercial road can be established, if the iron ore vein can be cultivated, not only Daoliu Village, but the entire Jiuyan Township will benefit. The infinite loop of sustainable development.

If Zi Baifeng had to choose between selling jade and selling weapons, Zi Baifeng could only choose to sell weapons.

What is choice?There is no doubt that choosing one or the other is not a choice. This kind of choice, which is the lesser of two evils, is the truly difficult choice...

At this moment, Zi Baifeng suddenly understood Fu Jun, not all the time, he could do everything according to his own heart.

For some reason, Zi Baifeng suddenly thought of Yingyu who had left Xiayan Village and returned to Yanghe to atone for his crimes.

Pigfish told him with his own actions that in many cases, it is not necessary to ignore everything.

People are always responsible for themselves.

This is true for monsters, let alone humans?
But in this situation, what can I do?

All Zi Baifeng can do is stick to the bottom line.

However, fortunately, Zi Baifeng is still the same Zi Baifeng, the Zi Baifeng who made up his mind and never gave up. He ran back and forth non-stop, trying his best to facilitate this matter. The koi were so tired that they stuck out their tongues, Zi Baifeng said hard, but suddenly slapped himself, mother forgot to take Yan Laowu back.

Well, let the old man stay there for one night, Zi Baifeng lost all strength, returned to the bluestone, didn't even eat dinner, and soon fell asleep.

Zi Baifeng fell asleep on this side, but there was no one on the other side. Yan Laowu waited by the stream until it was dark and didn't see Zi Baifeng coming to pick him up, so he immediately scolded the brat, and then turned back to find a place to sleep peacefully .

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Luo Qianshan returned to the camp and had a big meal with Zi Baifeng. Although he ate half a month's salary, he felt much better.Luo Qianshan drank a little wine, the sky was getting late, the night wind blew, he felt drunk, and he was a little shaky when walking, vaguely, he saw a person approaching in front of him.

"Who is it!" Luo Qianshan was startled when he saw that the figure was unfamiliar, and asked loudly.

Although there is no sign on this area of ​​"Military important area, idlers are not allowed to enter", in fact, on weekdays, only Zi Baifeng came to wander around. It won't be Zibaifeng.

The man didn't answer, but just looked up.

A pair of eyes, like two small light bulbs, so bright, so bright that it is dazzling, so bright that it seems to be able to pierce a person's soul.

In an instant, Zi Baifeng thought of Feijianzi back then, and he shouted angrily in his heart: "Small sample, let me do this again! The same moves are useless to me!"

He shot back with his eyes wide open.

Luo Qianshan asked himself that the present is not what it used to be, even if Fei Jianzi stood in front of him again, he would not be afraid.

But when he stared at him, Luo Qianshan felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a gleaming knife slashed towards his face. It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like 1 years.

I'm dying!

In Luo Qianshan's mind, there was only one thought, who is this person, why did he come to kill him, when did he... provoke such a master?
No resistance!

"General, why are you here!" With an anxious cry, Luo Qianshan suddenly shivered and woke up.

The moon was shining brightly and the stars were sparse. I don't know when the moon had quietly climbed to the mid-heaven, and my back was soaked with sweat. There was a thin layer of dew on my hair and waist knife.

His legs were already numb, and he actually maintained the posture of stepping forward. He didn't know how long he stood here.

"I...I..." Luo Qianshan felt that his tongue was a little big, and he couldn't speak a word.

"General, it's too bad, the old man is injured, and you never come back, so I came to you..." That man was his new soldier, and he was very clear about his relationship with the old man Ba ​​Dao.

"What, the old man is injured?" Luo Qianshan was taken aback immediately, thinking of the mysterious man just now, he immediately ran away without thinking about anything else.

The old man who had opened a tea shop outside the military camp for three years was lying on the bed at this time.

With just one glance, Luo Qianshan knew that the old man was not injured, but his vitality had been cut off.

"Old man, you..." Luo Qianshan pounced forward, jumped to the side of the old man, knelt down beside the bed, and grabbed the old man's hand.

His hands were dry and weak, like a thin layer of skin covering the skeleton, and the old man's spirit had been drained.

"Who, who is it?" Luo Qianshan screamed in panic, like a helpless child.

"It's not anyone, it's me." The dry hand gently held Luo Qianshan's rough hand, the old man opened his eyes and looked at Luo Qianshan.

"I thought... I thought that although Ba Dao is a low-level sword, it is the right way in the way of the sword. The sword is a soldier in the battle formation. When you slash with a sword, you will never return. It is the way of the sword. It's giving your own life, so what..." The old man spoke, his voice was hoarse, like sandpaper grinding, but it was extremely clear, as if every word wanted to be heard clearly by Luo Qianshan.

"I just found out today that in front of other people's way of the sword, I'm not even qualified to use a sword..." The old man closed his eyes, and with muddy tears rolling down his mouth, he whispered softly, "I'm sorry, Qianshan, I killed you."

He was not crying for himself, but for Luo Qianshan.

In order to dominate the sword, he burned his life and overdrawn his life, and finally turned himself into this.But on the road of Ba Dao, he is confident. He believes that no matter what kind of enemy, Ba Dao can help him defeat it.

What is it to sacrifice one's life when strength is needed, when victory is at stake?Knife, isn't that what it is?
So when he saw Luo Qianshan, he thought he saw a good seedling, an excellent successor who could inherit his Ba Dao. He passed the Ba Dao to Luo Qianshan. At that time, he was proud and confident. Although the Ba Dao is not the most perfect, it is the strongest, that is power!
But he is just a frog at the bottom of a well, and his self-confidence all the time is just the speculation of a frog sitting in a well.

But now, this self-confidence was shattered. Facing the person who came to challenge him, he waved his knife, but he didn't let that person make a move.Just looking at it at a glance broke his way of the sword. Even if he crazily overdraws his life and waved the knife in his hand wildly, he couldn't move forward.

Like a ridiculous lunatic.

He still remembered the look in the man's eyes as he shook his head and sighed.

Is it disdain, disappointment, or pity?

"I..." Luo Qianshan turned around and wanted to stand up. There was only one thought in his mind, no matter who that person was, kill him!

But the old man's withered hand was clenched suddenly.

"Don't go." The old man looked at Luo Qianshan, tears welled up in his eyes again, the tears slid down and dripped, and those eyes no longer had the slightest color.

"Master!" Luo Qianshan's cry resounded through the sky.

(End of this chapter)