Chapter 88 The Unlucky Guy's Assist
"Who!" Censor Qian shuddered with fear and pointed his peach wood sword at the bushes. "It's broad daylight, the world is clear... No, it's a dark and windy night. Who is this evil creature?"
A gray hare emerged from the grass, looked at them in horror, and ran away quickly.
Censor Qian froze in place, awkwardly retracting his sword. He said stubbornly, "Hmph, you're pretty fast! You must be a minion sent by that evil spirit to scout the way!"
Chu Xuanyi no longer wanted to look at him. He was concentrating on being alert to his surroundings, and at the same time asked Ah Jiu in a low voice: "Ah Jiu, can you still smell it?"
"Yeah," Jiu nodded, pointing his little hand in a direction, "Over there, the crying is getting louder. The smell is getting stronger, too, so cold that my teeth are chattering."
Xiao Yu put his hand on the hilt of the sword and walked towards the direction Ah Jiu pointed without hesitation.
The further in we went, the thicker the dead leaves on the ground became, and they felt soft and silent when we stepped on them. In the mist, we could vaguely see some broken stone tablets, like a long-abandoned cemetery.
Censor Qian followed behind, his calves already trembling. The tree on his left looked like a hanged ghost, the rock on his right a skull. Every step he took was filled with trepidation, and he kept muttering, "Heaven and earth, please help me, demons and ghosts! Bah! Back off!"
Suddenly, Jiu stopped and his face was tense.
"Here they come."
As soon as the words fell, the surrounding fog suddenly rolled up, and several dark shadows rushed over from all directions at an inhuman speed!
"Protect the prince!" The Black Armor Guards instantly formed a battle formation, drew their swords, and fought with the black shadow.
Those black shadows were not living people, but wild beasts corroded by the air of the underworld. There was a strange red light flashing in their eyes, and a rotten smell emanated from their bodies. They were extremely powerful and fearless of death.
Chu Xuanyi clasped his hands together and several golden talismans flew out, knocking a mutated wild wolf back repeatedly, with bursts of black smoke coming out of his body.
Xiao Yu's sword was as fast as lightning. Wherever the sword light went, the black shadows were cut in two, but more monsters emerged from the thick fog, as if endless.
"It's a formation!" Chu Xuanyi shouted, "They are taking advantage of the Yin energy and the power of the formation here!"
At this time, our Censor Qian was already scared out of his wits.
"Ahhhh! There's a ghost! Help!" He held his head and ran around the battlefield like a headless fly.
A mutant cheetah pounced on him, and he was so scared that he slipped and just avoided the fatal blow.
An assassin from the Wugut tribe approached silently from behind. He happened to be tripped by a stone and rolled over, causing the assassin's dagger to miss.
In the chaos, he had no idea of the direction and was only concerned about escaping. He rushed towards the direction pointed by Ajiu, which was the direction with the heaviest yin energy.
"Imperial Censor Qian, come back!" Chu Xuanyi was shocked. That direction was the center of the formation and also the most dangerous place!
But Censor Qian couldn't hear anything. He just felt his feet getting softer and softer, as if he had stepped into a quagmire. The crying in his ears became clearer and clearer. He was so scared that he screamed and crawled forward using his hands and feet.
"Don't come over here! Don't come over here! I'm a good person! I donated all my salary to building bridges and roads... Okay, I didn't donate, but I had the intention!"
He was in such a panic that he was suddenly tripped by something and rolled forward like a rolling gourd.
There was a crisp "click" sound, followed by a muffled "bang" sound.
Censor Qian's buttocks sat down hard, breaking a black pottery jar that was buried under dead leaves and only a little bit was exposed.
In an instant, the entire Yinfeng Ridge seemed to have pressed the mute button.
The heart-wrenching cries came to an abrupt halt, and the thick fog dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye. The crazy mutant beasts seemed to have lost all their strength, and they let out wails. Their bodies quickly decayed and turned into pools of black water.
The assassins of the Wugut tribe were also stunned.
Now is the time!
Xiao Yu and Chu Xuanyi seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and the sword light and talisman fire appeared together, instantly turning the tide of the battle.
After a moment, the battle ended.
Censor Qian got up from the ground in a daze, patted the broken pottery pieces on his butt, looked at the mess in front of him, was stunned at first, then straightened his chest and said proudly in an unfathomable tone:
"Hmph! Just as I expected! The core of this formation is hidden beneath this inconspicuous mound! I used myself as bait to lure the enemy deeper, and then with a single 'Dragon Tail Swing' move, I precisely broke through the core of the formation! You demons, don't you understand? Good will never prevail over evil!"
Chu Xuanyi looked at him, then looked at the pottery jar on the ground that was smashed to pieces by him, which served as the core of the formation. He felt a surge of energy and blood rushing to his head.
He covered his chest and took a deep breath.
Don't be angry, don't be angry.
If you argue with the lucky people around the unlucky ones, you will only be hurting yourself.
At this time, Ajiu ran to Censor Qian, raised her little face, took out a piece of osmanthus cake from her arms and handed it to him.
"Uncle Qian, you screamed so loudly just now. You must be scared. Eat a piece of cake to calm your nerves."
Censor Qian looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, tears welling in his eyes. "Ah Jiu really understands me! I... I'm doing this to boost our own reputation!"
Chu Xuanyi turned around silently.
He was afraid that if he continued to watch, he would not be able to resist and would summon thunder from the sky to strike this living treasure to death.
After years of cultivation, I thought my heart was as calm as an ancient well, but today, this well was completely muddied by the "rolling gourd" of Censor Qian.
He watched as Censor Qian, one hand on his waist and the other holding the broken piece of pottery jar, spitting and explaining to the Xuanjia Guards how he "saw through the secrets of heaven", "used his body as bait", and "determined the fate of the world with a single fart", and he felt his solar plexus throbbing.
"See? This is called wisdom!" Censor Qian pointed at his head with a pottery shard. "Only warriors use swords. Civil officials like me use this part!"
One of the Black Armor Guards couldn't help but mutter, "But sir, aren't you using... your butt?"
Censor Qian had sharp ears and heard it, his eyes widening. "Nonsense! That's the 'sitting' in 'sitting' on a mountain watching tigers fight! It's a supreme divine skill that embodies the ultimate principles of heaven and earth! What do you know!"
Xiao Yu wiped the black blood off the sword expressionlessly and glanced at him coldly.
Censor Qian immediately shrank his neck and laughed dryly, "Of course, Your Highness's swordsmanship is also... also excellent. It complements my own superb skills, and they are a perfect match!"
"Brother Xiongxiong," Ajiu tugged at the corner of Xiao Yu's clothes and asked softly, "Aren't we going to look for Cao Cao anymore?"
Xiao Yu's eyes softened for a moment, and he touched her head: "The Yin energy here has dissipated, and the Nether Grass will not grow here."
Chu Xuanyi walked over, his face solemn: "Your Highness, although the formation here is broken, the people of the Wugu tribe have committed suicide by taking poison, and the clues are gone."
Xiao Yu raised his head and glanced into the distance: "We need to reach Yuquan Mountain as soon as possible."
The group packed up and went down the mountain overnight. Censor Qian boasted about his "great achievements" all the way.
From "The Dragon Swings Its Tail" to "The Telepathic Sit", several Black Armor Guards almost missed their step and fell off the cliff.
Ajiu was lying on Xiao Yu's back and had fallen asleep, with a trace of crystal saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth.
Xiao Yu walked in front, the moonlight stretching his shadow very long. He listened to the chatter of Censor Qian behind him, and felt the even breathing of the little guy on his back. Surprisingly, he felt no irritation in his heart.
Perhaps Chu Xuanyi was right.
If you argue with the unlucky people around Fuxing, you will only be hurting yourself.
Tonight, the unlucky guy's butt is blessed.
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