Chapter 929: Eldest Brother, Nephew, You Died a Terrible Death! [Seeking Monthly Tickets]
Uncle Lin could only manage to say, "It's good that Shao Bai can take it easy; that's what your teacher hoped for before he passed away."
Fang Yan then considered another matter.
"How should Mr. Jimo's remains be disposed of?"
Uncle Lin: "I heard that their clan practices cremation."
Before Fang Yan could answer, Shao Chong had already gotten up to gather firewood: "Shao Bai, I'll help you, there'll definitely be enough to burn!"
Uncle Lin and Fang Yan's expressions were distorted.
What does "enough to burn" mean?
Just as Fang Yan was worried that Thirteen would be beaten up by Ji Moqiu, the latter simply shook his head calmly: "Cremation doesn't need to be so complicated, and besides, cremation doesn't use fire."
Shao Chong looked bewildered: "Cremation doesn't use fire?"
Ji Moqiu demonstrated the orthodox cremation method of the Gongxi clan. He raised his hand and summoned a wooden staff. As the staff touched the ground, a circle of intricate and mysterious patterns bloomed beneath Ji Moyu's body. With a soft "poof," they transformed into clusters of emerald green flames that enveloped the body.
When the flames subsided, only a seed the size of a longan remained. It floated up and down in the air, circled Ji Moqiu three times, and reluctantly drifted towards the entrance of the underground palace.
Ji Moqiu stepped forward and asked the seed, "Want to plant it here?"
The seed did not respond, but it did not move again.
Ji Moqiu understood what the other party meant.
A hole was dug below the relief on the gate, and the seeds were placed inside. In just a few breaths, tender shoots broke through the soil.
A living person can transform into a seed and even sprout!
Fang Yan and his companion, who witnessed all of this, were shocked.
Shao Chong, who had come closer, looked at the tender sprout that had barely broken through the soil and stopped growing, and pondered, "Shao Bai, I heard from our neighbor, Brother Black Dog, that boy's urine can fertilize the soil and make crops... Waaah..."
Fang Yan tightly covered his mouth and couldn't utter the rest of his words.
Fang Yan even had the urge to strangle him.
Ji Moqiu had just lost a loved one, and this brat wanted to urinate on his teacher's grave. If Ji Moyu were alive, wouldn't he be furious? Just as he was thinking about how to make amends, he felt a warm sensation in his palm. He pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted, his expression terrified.
"Thirteen! Who taught you to do that?"
Shao Chong, completely oblivious to what he had done, said smugly, "My neighbor, Brother Black Dog, was also gagged by Sister Chun Niu the other day. He defeated his opponent without a fight with just this one trick!"
He didn't know when it started, but Sixth Brother had lost his former gentleness and patience, getting angry at the drop of a hat. When he was angry, he would either slap him on the head or suddenly cover his mouth. He consulted Black Dog Brother for advice, tried it out, and his secret method really worked!
Fang Yan's face was like a spilled palette of colors.
He gritted his teeth and said, "I told you to stay away from these people. He's flirting with his sister, what do you know?"
Shao Chong actually learned to spit in his palm.
Fang Yan, who was becoming increasingly obsessive about cleanliness, felt extremely uncomfortable.
He wiped himself back and forth with a handkerchief dozens of times but still felt nauseous. It was only after Uncle Lin handed him a water bag that he felt better. Ji Moqiu looked at the two of them and explained, "Brother Black Dog lied to you. You can't fertilize the soil with a boy's urine. It might even burn the seedlings."
Uncle Lin: "..."
Something doesn't sound quite right about that.
If a boy's urine can fertilize the soil, does this kid really want to give his teacher a piss? Or is he indulging Shao Chong to give him a piss?
Haha, I wonder how Ji Moyu would feel if he knew that his disciple would be so "filial" after opening his wisdom aperture?
Looking at the tender buds nestled beside the entrance to the underground palace, Uncle Lin wondered what kind of monster the Gongxi tribe was, while asking Ji Moqiu, "What should we do with this corpse?"
He was referring to the old man who was angered to death by Ji Moyu.
The other party was the first rank 20 Marquis that Uncle Lin had ever met in his life, and also the one who died the most unjustly in his knowledge.
The other twenty ranks of Marquis all died spectacularly, except for this one, who died quietly and miserably. He was betrayed, his life's arduous cultivation was wasted on someone else, and he was even driven to his death by anger. Was his body buried, or…?
Ji Moqiu raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike.
The old man's body looked as if it had been squeezed inward by something.
With a bang, it exploded like fireworks.
With another wave of his hand, the flesh and blood, now crushed and evenly distributed, were used as nourishment by Ji Moqiu and buried near the tender buds.
Uncle Lin: "...Is this considered dying together in the same bed?"
No one responded to his complaints.
The old man had a deep connection with the royal family of Qi. His sudden disappearance would soon be discovered by the royal family: "...Qi's borders have been unstable for the past two years. It is not advisable to stay here for long. We must leave for another country before the royal family of Qi discovers that someone is dead."
Fang Yan nodded: "Go back and pack your luggage."
They didn't have much stuff, so it wouldn't take them more than two days to pack up.
When Chao Lian returned from his shift and heard the news, he took some time to go to the government office to collect his salary and prepare enough travel expenses and provisions for the journey.
"Where are we going now? Back to the Northwest?"
Uncle Lin shook his head: "We can't go back for now."
He then looked at Ji Moqiu and said, "Shao Bai received that person's [Enlightenment], which raised his cultivation level by two grades. The part that he hasn't absorbed is stuck in his meridians and dantian. We need to find a way to speed things up so that we won't be afraid of any troublesome enemies in the future."
Only then could he truly feel at ease returning to the Lin family.
Before this, I was still worried about Ji Moqiu being all alone.
"How come it's only second class?"
Chao Lian didn't know Ji Moqiu's true level of cultivation, but judging from the other's age, it shouldn't be too high. Compared to the "enlightenment" of a 20th-rank Marquis, this progress was like investing hundreds of millions of assets but only getting back a few million—losing everything.
“Shao Bai’s situation is different from the usual ‘enlightenment’. The latter is like building a skyscraper from scratch, while his is like continuing an existing skyscraper…” These are just his speculations, and he spoke vaguely, but he believed that the old man Ji Moyu would not harm Ji Moqiu. “Shao Bai, do you have any specific plans?”
Ji Moqiu is just beginning to develop his intelligence, and everything he sees is new and interesting.
Suddenly called out by Uncle Lin, he could only shake his head.
"Fourth Uncle, I don't know..."
Chao Lian rubbed his wrist, grabbed Ji Moqiu's shoulder, and said, "Isn't that simple? Just practice more! Which martial artist doesn't grow through real combat? I'll test your strength first, and then I'll have Thirteen fight you later..."
Of course, this is on the premise that the high priest's methods are prohibited.
Otherwise, wouldn't Shao Chong be so easily defeated that he couldn't recover?
Fifteen minutes later—
Chao Lian looked at the valley that had been blasted open with lingering fear, and solemnly pulled Shao Chong behind him: "Let's fight someone else."
Better to die than to die, my fellow Daoist.
The group of five departed on the seventh day after the founding of the People's Republic of China.
An uninvited guest appeared in the deserted bamboo hut deep in the mountains. This person was dressed in a foreign style, wearing a tight-fitting outfit, and his black hair was tied back in many small braids. He circled the bamboo hut several times before finally discovering the entrance that had been deliberately hidden.
The young man jumped without hesitation.
To his horror, the gate to the underground palace at the end of the road was wide open! With a solemn expression, he strode into the underground palace, but after taking half a step, he leaned back and bent down to observe the green plants next to the gate for a long time, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
A faint aura of murderous intent emanated from the young man.
He was very familiar with this plant.
It only appears in the territory of the Gongxi tribe on the entire continent.
But here he was, and the sealed gates to the underground palace had been opened. What did this mean? It meant that members of the Gongxi tribe had perished here, and that the seal that imprisoned those old beings had been broken. His mind raced.
A conclusion can be drawn—
Shortly before his arrival, members of the Gongxi clan also came to this place. The old monster, who had been imprisoned here, discovered their scheme and, enraged, killed them. Besides him, the only other members of the Gongxi clan who remained were his elder brother and nephew. Which of them was buried here? This thought made his face turn pale.
The young man fell to his knees with a thud.
"Brother, your nephew... I'm late..."
This was the closest he had been to his blood relatives in five years.
Just a few days apart, yet they were separated by death forever!
The young man knelt beside the gate, his eyes reddening as he gazed at the plant that had grown to arm's length, tears welling in his eyes. The air around him seemed to be filled with a sorrowful and oppressive atmosphere.
The thought of the other person's despair and helplessness at the moment of death deepened the young man's grief, and tears welled up on his face and at his chin.
The drops fell, pattering, onto the plant's leaves.
One, two, three...
As the fourth seed was about to fall, the plant leaves noticeably tilted to the side, but the young man, who was wiping away his tears, did not notice.
It wasn't a big deal that he noticed; he'd seen plants with even more aggressive temperaments before. Not only had he seen them, but he'd even been whipped by one of them.
"Brother, nephew... whichever one of you it is, your younger brother/second uncle will definitely avenge you!" The young man swore a solemn oath to the plant. He then found some fragments of clothing that appeared to belong to his elder brother/nephew in the underground palace, which he tucked into his robes, intending to take them back to the clan's territory to build a cenotaph, a way of returning to his roots. As for the plant by the door? It couldn't be transplanted.
The young man lingered in the underground palace for a quarter of an hour.
In remembrance of my elder brother/nephew who died young.
He was worried that his presence would be discovered by the old monster who had been trapped here for over a hundred years, so he had to leave. Before leaving, he used the materials on the spot to erect a tombstone, but fearing that the tombstone would expose the fact that he had been there, he hid it well.
"If I have the chance, I will come to see you again."
After erecting a simple tombstone, the young man cruelly departed.
Another month passed, and the young man passed through an important town.
He sat down to drink tea and rest, when he overheard several people in the teahouse whispering. Their chatter only exacerbated the young man's already agitated mood. He slammed his teacup down.
The guests heard the noise and looked over.
Seeing the young man's tall and imposing stature, and noticing the martial prowess talisman hanging at his waist, the young man's initial audacity to rebuke the outsider vanished instantly, replaced by a fawning, obsequious smile. His anger subsided, and he continued drinking his tea, only to overhear another table discussing the same thing. However, their voices were undisguised, making the conversation even more irritating. Just as the young man was about to issue a warning glance, until—
He heard familiar surnames from several people.
"Who did you say that person was? What's their name?"
The guest stammered, "No, I don't know..."
The young man retorted angrily, "That's not what you said just now!"
He was certain he heard something about "Jimo".
Unfortunately, the people at the teahouse were all gossiping and chatting idly, and what they said was mostly hearsay. Rather than asking them, it would be better to find the person involved and ask for clarification. The young man acted immediately, leaving behind a few coins for tea, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The group was left looking at each other in bewilderment.
Until someone whispered, "Is he going to his death?"
As if waking from a dream, everyone scattered like birds and beasts.
They were talking about a recent, exciting event!
This story begins with the local county magistrate.
This land was a fiefdom earned through military exploits, and he was ordered to garrison it. He had no other hobbies than making friends through martial arts, befriending heroes from all walks of life, and even declaring that anyone who could defeat him could have everything he owned. If he were merely a lone warrior, he would have been overwhelmed by a relentless barrage of attacks long ago. But with a large army at his disposal, what reckless fool would dare to brazenly storm his doorstep?
Haha, not long ago a greenhorn showed up.
Having heard of the magistrate's reputation, the other party came specifically to offer their guidance.
"And the result?" The young man barged in, grabbing the middle-aged military officer who was recuperating on his bed and demanding, "Speak now!"
The magistrate, his face bruised and swollen, looked at the young man's face, and his expression became even more interesting. He wanted to call for help, but his neck was in the other man's hand. This man could definitely snap his neck before his guards could even make a move!
"This general has lost..."
His face was filled with humiliation when he uttered those words!
The young man said nonchalantly, "Of course I know you lost. I'm asking you, what did he do after he won?"
What's their name? Where did they go?
The county magistrate's personal guards surrounded the area, but the young man showed no fear. His domineering aura reminded the magistrate of that humiliating afternoon. He closed his eyes and said in despair, "That wretched brat! He... he took my personal belongings!"
youth:"……"
Startled, he almost dropped his grip: "Huh?"
To reveal the truth in front of his personal guards was more painful than death for him, so he recklessly declared, "That scoundrel is utterly despicable! He coveted me and forcibly stole my personal clothing!"
The young man felt like his cerebellum was shrinking.
She asked in a murmur, "What underwear?"
The county magistrate was almost in tears: "Cow..."
That day, he returned from hunting and was challenged by someone.
Seeing that the other party looked young and inexperienced, the magistrate chuckled and asked, "You challenge me to a duel? Is it a friendly spar, or a fight to the death?"
He was certain that the other party was after his wealth.
Haha, they're really fearless like newborn calves!
The visitor said, "Anything is fine."
The county magistrate had been drinking and was slightly tipsy.
Seeing that the newcomer seemed to have no regard for his own life, he asked, "How about a fight to the death?"
A fight to the death, a battle to the last man!
The visitor nodded in agreement: 【Okay!】
The result was a crushing defeat for the county magistrate, a defeat that was utterly predictable.
Under the influence of alcohol, the magistrate's mind became clouded. In shame and anger, he contemplated suicide, but the other party refused to take his head. Even more grief-stricken, the magistrate continued his suicidal rage. The man said helplessly, "In ancient times, people used their hair as a substitute for their head. Why don't you use something else to replace it?"
The young man accompanying the visitor nodded in agreement.
Yes, yes, it has to be close-fitting!
The county magistrate's drunkenness subsided somewhat, and his mind cleared up.
He readily agreed.
But soon, he preferred to remain drunk.
He ran into a psychopath!
The young man interrupted him, saying, "No need to say anything more."
The personal item even started with "calf," so it was probably that kind of thing. The young man looked at the county magistrate, his features almost contorting in pain: "So, you gave it to me? The old one?"
The county magistrate wished he could disappear into the ground.
"New".
That thing even has his autograph and the Martial Tiger Talisman seal. Those two damned little bastards are simply inhuman!
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Soon they'll be challenging Gong Xichou and Tang Mei directly.
(End of this chapter)
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