Chapter 20

The sky became clear, and we walked higher and higher along a thatched path. Xuanqing carried the unconscious old man on his back and kept complaining. Zhu Laoliu wanted to turn around and take over the old man, but was declined by Xuanqing.

But Xuanqing was so tired after only a few steps that he cried bitterly. The fourth uncle sighed and wanted to carry Xuanqing on his back. Zhu Laoliu stopped when he saw this and said to his fourth uncle, "You have an injury, I'll call someone to come!"

After he finished speaking, his mouth changed and whistled loudly. Then, a man in red ran from the distance. Without saying a word, he took over the old man and rushed to the mountain.

Although this man's appearance is no different from that of ordinary people, he walked on this steep slope, his breath was not chaotic at all, and his heartbeat was sometimes gone. He said that he was a god, or rather a 'dead man'.

A kind of evil art has been recorded in the Peeping Sutra, called 'Silk Elix'. All those who are in this art have superhuman power, but there is no living vitality. The three souls and seven souls have been forcibly stripped, leaving only 'life souls' and 'power'. The two are equivalent to yin and yang, which can make the 'living dead' in this art have thoughts and make them unaware. Pain and fatigue.

I have also heard my grandfather tell the story of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom. It is said that there was a group of dead men like ghosts. Qing soldiers and foreign devils * only bleed on their bodies, but they did not fall to the ground and eat human flesh before jumping into the battle.

"Peel the silk elixir!" I watched the figure sink into the woods and inadvertently blurted out.

"Not bad!"

"This is Hong Xiuquan's ace army. Shi Dakai's so-called dead man is just taking hallucinogenic drugs in advance. Without knowing the pain, that drug can make people excited and drink blood. In fact, it is overdrawn. All the dead who take medicine to participate in the war will soon die due to exhaustion of their efforts.

"But those who peel the silk elixir are a hundred times more painful than the former. The true spirits are all taken away, and the food is tasteless, and they want to cry without tears... The taste of suffering in the seven emotions and six desires is not as pleasant as the 18th floor of hell!" Xuanqing sighed.

We followed Uncle and Zhu Laoliu all the way and quickly went to the top of the mountain. There was a village in front of us, which covered an area of four or five miles. The stockade was covered with thick wood fences. There were many houses in the stockade, and two expressionless guards stood on both sides of the gate.

Standing outside the village, his eyes suddenly opened up. In winter morning, overlooking Taihu Lake, like the moon, layers of mist are half covered like blue clouds, and the green mountains on both sides are undulating, but there is no lack of roundness and flexibility.

Looking at the mountain behind the village, it is like a screen, tall and flat. Throughout this place, as Zhu Laoliu said, there is no dragon statue, but near the mountains and rivers, there is a tendency of Xuanwu and noble longevity. During the walk, people can't help but be shocked.

The landscape is affectionate, but the man he just saw is like a living dead man, obeying the order, but he doesn't know what he is for.

Zhu Laoliu took us to the room and ordered his subordinates to bring food. The fourth uncle was not polite to him and went to bed after eating.

"Where's the old man?" I asked Zhu Laoliu.

"Don't worry, someone is taking care of it." After saying that, he hugged his fourth uncle and pushed the door and went out.

"Fourth uncle, how do you know him?" The fourth uncle is far away from him, and he can't beat him, but he is like brothers.

The fourth uncle looked at Zhu Laoliu's figure and replied slowly, "At the beginning, my master saved Master Zhu's life, and the two had some friendship. At that time, the Golden Pavilion was still in Shandong. At the invitation of Fifth Master Zhu, the master took me to visit. Only then did I know that Master Zhu asked Master to preside over the gold. The 'point spectrum' of the five-year cabinet.

The so-called point general spectrum is a consideration of the martial arts of the people in the cabinet for several years. Except for the 300 dead in the cabinet, everyone can participate. Even if it is not a person in the cabinet, few people can get the ranking.

Since the establishment of the Golden Pavilion, each general will be rewarded by the King, or gold and silver treasures, or the title of the pavilion

On that day, the sun shone high, and Jiang Banxian and Zhu Wuye sat down with the kings in the pavilion. Looking at the bustling crowd behind them, there were people who came to join in the fun, and there were also ambitious people who wanted to compete for wealth.

Looking directly in front of the ring, there is a gold plaque hanging, in which four square gold characters - the world is the public.

Just look at a man in red, holding a cold sword in both hands and slowly walking on the stage. When Master Zhu saw the sword, his eyes showed excitement.

nodded to the man, and then got up and said to the crowd, "All the heroes gathered in the Golden Pavilion today. It is really an honor to point the Golden Pavilion. This sword is called 'Loyal Soul'. It is a sword for King Hong. Although the blade is not sharp, it is the most precious treasure. Today's winners, reward!"

When Jiang Banxian heard it, he couldn't help but be shocked. As the saying goes, the heavy sword has no front. This sword seems ordinary, but in fact it is awe-inspiring.

In terms of material, it is really not a good sword, but the soul of this sword is a rare soul in the world. I don't know how many times stronger than my ancestral cold iron sword.

After listening to it, everyone behind them also had an uproar. Although they couldn't see anything extraordinary about this sword, they heard that it was Hong Xiuquan's sword, which must be the treasure.

At first, a big monk jumped into the ring, grabbed the loyal soul and shouted, "I am ten stars in Songshan. If you don't accept it, come and grab it!"

"I was born in the temple to recite Buddha's name, and I'm wild!" A man with a long knife jumped on the stage and cursed.

After hearing this, the ten stars were stunned and asked loudly, "Who are you?"

The man glanced at ten stars and replied, "Wanlong Shouzhuang, Nie Zang!"

"Shuang, my mother!" Ten stars shouted, inserted the loyal soul into the ring, raised his fist and hit the man.

Ten stars were not afraid, but Jiang Banxian did not expect that this would attract the people of Wanlong Shouzhuang.

The two people in the stands come and go. Together, both their fists and feet are damaged, and they can't tell the winner for a while, but what he cares more about is the dazzling loyal soul!

The ten stars are more powerful and extremely resistant, but Nie Zang's body is fierce. He has escaped the heavy blow of the ten stars several times, and then turned to hit its key points.

Under the rage of ten stars, he held ten fists and attacked Nie barrier. Nie barrier held a steel knife from his hand, but did not come out of the sheath. He hurriedly resisted it with the back of the knife and attacked his way.

However, the punch of the ten stars was too fierce to fly down the ring before it could resist. But ten stars also hit a negative leg of Nie Zang and was kicking the middle crotch. He stepped back a few steps and kept rubbing his hands. Ruling his crotch, he moaned his teeth and shouted, "Who else! ~”

At this time, the fourth uncle, who had been watching Jiang Banxian, shocked the ten stars when he saw such a fight. He couldn't help but be frightened. If he fought against each other, he would be killed by him.

When the people in the pavilion saw that someone had robbed their own limelight, they were about to come forward and saw ten stars covering their crotch and rolling on the ring.

There is no winner or loser in this game. After the ten stars were lifted down, no one dared to come to power for a long time, because no one knows what kind of opponent they will face. Not only the victory or defeat, but also life and death are extremely unpredictable.

Before everyone recovered, they watched a solid boy climb up the stage. Master Zhu smiled and said no after watching it.