After the immortal disappeared

"This is no different from abroad." He Lingchuan was very curious about the system of Bejia Kingdom. "How can Lingxu City endure local wars in the Demon Kingdom?"

In his impression, which country is not anxious to put an end to chaos?

"I grew up in the green field. The forests and fields there are subject to wildfires every few years. The mountains and fields are burned, and all life is reduced to ashes. After the disaster, there are not many living things to be found." Fu Shanyue smiled, "But within half a year, it was green again. It is full of meaning, new grass and trees are flourishing, and the old and accumulated evils are swept away.”

"The way of heaven is like this, shouldn't human affairs also change like this? Bega has been a country for a long time, and this concept has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts."

He Lingchuan didn't answer.

Fu Shanyue's words just sounded beautiful. Ignore the rebellion? Any country that dares to play like this will probably take advantage of itself.

The development of world affairs is often unexpected. Countries working hard to seek peace and stability are all lessons learned in blood.

But Bega is an exception.

Why?

Is it because they surrendered to the gods?

Fu Shanyue took the wooden bottle: "It turns out this is the poison of transformed wood. Thank you for informing me."

After knowing what this was, he already had some concerns in his mind.

He Lingchuan asked him: "The wind demon you released is not the one that was subdued by the Baoshu King, right?"

"No." Fu Shanyue stood up and stretched, "Uncle Feng of the Piaomiao Sect split into a smaller one a thousand years ago. So they actually have two mountain-protecting gods, one big and one small. The world just doesn't know it. "

Regardless of whether it is a cat or a tiger, it is difficult to distinguish between male and female, older and younger based on appearance alone, let alone Feng Bo who is invisible most of the time.

"The King of Baoshu surrendered the big one, but Little Feng Bo was hiding in a wind lion and was not discovered. Later, someone picked up the wind lion and took it to the market down the mountain to sell it. After a few more After a while, Uncle Feng came to my place."

He Lingchuan did not ask why the official road of Heishizhai suddenly encountered a landslide. The reason was too obvious.

"As for King Baoshu's defeat of the Piaomiao Sect, it was just because he liked their territory and wanted to open a road there to connect the north and the south. The Piaomiao Sect refused to move and was destroyed."

"In the past, rare medicinal materials such as snow lotus and topaz ginseng also grew on the wind tundra. It was because Feng Bo liked to roam the tundra, so he brought special nutrients from the ground there. Common people could pick them easily and have no worries about eating and drinking. The King of Treasure Trees destroyed Feng Bo. Later, the Ziwu Divine Wind had no spirituality, so it did not reach the tundra. These elixirs have since disappeared on the tundra and can only grow on the dangerous peaks of high mountains." Fu Shanyue smiled sarcastically, "It's ridiculous that these common people in the tundra believed what the King of Baoshu said. They applauded the destruction of Feng Bo and Piaomiao Sect, but they didn’t know that their livelihood was cut off because of this.”

He stood up and said, "You are not a bad person. How about you follow me and create a great career? In the future, it will be natural for you to hold a high position and be granted the title of wife and son."

Fu Shanyue actually wanted to recruit him? He Lingchuan smiled and said, "I'm used to being undisciplined."

Fu Shanyue only said that he wanted to go higher: "Although Lingxu City is good, it has been suffering from disadvantages for more than six hundred years. Various forces are intertwined, and countless talents have failed. You may not have a way to be promoted there. "

"I will consider it." He Lingchuan stretched out his hand to him and hooked his fingers, meaning to bring it quickly. "Keep in touch. After all, I went to Lingxu City and I have to live in your mansion."

Fushan smiled more and more, then took out the house deed, keys and a token and handed them to him: "There is a butler there, just show him the sign."

"You missed a great opportunity to become famous. That's all, let's make a friend first." He stood up and saluted He Lingchuan with his fists clasped, "See you later."

He Lingchuan returned the favor and saw the man put his men's bodies into the storage space, then jumped out of the hole in the wall and disappeared in a few leaps.

Hey, that direction seems to be the kitchen of the inn?

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Fu Shanyue caught a fat mouse in the back kitchen of the inn, gave it medicine, and then took it elsewhere to observe the effects.

After about five hours, the mouse turned into a wooden sculpture.

Fu Shanyue carefully recorded the entire process of its changes.

It was getting early morning, so he went to Tongcheng to inquire around, and found an inconspicuous shop in the northwest corner.

This shop is a two-story building, with goods sold in the front, a workshop in the middle, and people living upstairs.

The owner of the shop is a man in his early forties, with graying hair on his temples and thick-jointed hands.

The neighboring shop sells groceries, and he always places his items in front of his shop, occupying his space for business. The shop owner kicked the basket back to the other shop, had another quarrel, and then walked back with his head held high.

At this time, Fushan came closer and said straight to the point: "I heard that you are the best carver in the west of Tongcheng?"

"Xibian?" The shop owner glared, "I'm the best in Tongcheng."

"Help me carve something. If you do a good job, you will be greatly thanked." Fu Shanyue dug into his waist out of habit, and then he remembered that all the large silver had been given to He Lingchuan, and he only had two small pieces of silver on him, and he even paid the crafting fee. Neither is enough.

Alas, when have you ever been so embarrassed?

He had no choice but to take off the jade ring on his hand and said, "Let's use this to pay for the wages."

"Black jade with green stripes?" The shop owner is also a good judge of goods. He picked it up and held it up to the light. It was obviously black jade, but the polarized light showed a touch of green. "This is valuable. What do you want to carve?"

The more Fushan looked around, the shop owner understood and took him into the workshop at the back.

Only then did Fu Shanyue take out the wooden sculpture that Fu Ji had transformed into from the storage ring and place it on the ground.

He suddenly took out a life-size wooden sculpture, and the shop owner was shocked. He put on the headband, lay down and took a closer look, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "This craftsmanship is amazing, it doesn't look like it was carved by human hands!" There was no trace of artificial chiseling at all.

Yes. Fu Shanyue smiled: "I want you to make some changes to it."

"You've already reached this level and you still need to transform it?" But the shop owner was surprised. Why was the person carved into such a miserable shape?

The carving is exquisite, but what you feel from the statue itself is not beauty, but pain.

Moreover, this wooden sculpture is also wearing clothes, which is weird.

"Replace his face with mine."

The shop owner didn't hear clearly for a moment: "Huh?"

Fushan leaned closer to the statue. The two of them were about the same size. "Can it be done?"

"Uh..." This request was even weirder than the statue itself. The owner of the shop was stunned for a moment when he saw Fu Shanyue extending his finger and tapping on the table suddenly. With a bang, a hole was poked on the table.

This movement is like a mantis shrimp punching, too fast to be seen by the naked eye.

Fu Shanyue asked again, "Can it be done?"

The shop owner's workbench is made of black iron wood. This kind of wood is incredibly hard. Many tools were broken when building the table. Could this man's hands be more ruthless than a chisel?

Fushan Yue slowly retracted the sharp claws on his fingertips.

The shop owner shuddered, and after carefully comparing his face shape and facial features with those of the wood carving, he nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes! When do you want it?"

Fu Shanyue pulled up a chair and sat down, crossing his legs: "I'll wait here, and you can carve it slowly, making sure it looks exactly like me."

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The next day, Fu Shanyue returned to the inn.

Fu Jiu came up and said, "Young Master, did your trip go well?"

"Yeah." Fu Shanyue asked him to fetch water.

"Hey, where is Fuji?"

"Go and buy something for me." Fu Shanyue washed his face and drank some wine. He lingered until noon and said, "Send someone to protect me."

When everything was ready, he raised the wooden bottle and drank it all in one gulp in front of Fu Jiu, then threw the bottle to the corner: "It tastes really bad. Get out."

Fu Jiu quickly picked up the bottle and saw him closing his eyes and sitting upright before going out.

Fu Jiu closed the door with his backhand, sniffed the bottle, and smelled a sweet fragrance.

About an hour later, he heard a faint moan coming from the room, as if he was in some pain, so he turned on his heels and told the two attendants: "Keep watch, I'll be back as soon as I can."

He said he was "just coming", but in fact he quickly left the inn and went to the nearby market, where he bought some rotten fish and shrimp and smeared it on his body.

After wiping enough, he slipped into the alley opposite the inn with a fishy smell and lurked in the dark.

About a quarter of an hour later, the inn suddenly became chaotic, with exclamations, running sounds, and screams heard all the time.

Before the official arrived, a shadow rushed out of the inn, wandered around the market, seemed to have lost its direction, and then turned around and ran out of the city.

This person is Fu Shanyue.

When he was refining the "spiritual medicine", he discovered something was wrong and figured out the key, so he rushed out to settle the score with the person responsible.

However, the smell stopped at the back of the market, and there was a fishy smell everywhere. He was so angry and dizzy that he could not distinguish it carefully.

At this time, Fu Shanyue's limbs were already a little stiff, and his running posture was weird. The residents of Tongcheng were used to seeing all kinds of monsters, and they only looked sideways at his strange behavior.

Fushan held his belly tighter and suddenly turned around and ran out of the city.

Even though he ate something he shouldn't have eaten, he was still very fast, and his pursuers could hardly catch up.

After leaving the city, he rushed westward into the mountains and forests and never came out again.

Two hours later, Fu Jiu arrived with other guards: "Soushan! Some passers-by said earlier that the young master rushed into this mountainous area."

This search found the evening.

Finally, a guard found a wooden sculpture with its head facing upward in the ravine, and looked at its facial features. It was none other than Fu Shanyue!

Everyone was confused. One of the guards swallowed his saliva and said, "What does this mean?"

The face of the wood carving is twisted and ferocious, but the facial features are clearly that of Fu Shanyue.

The young master came here first, but they couldn't find anyone, but they found a wooden carving exactly like the young master.

Isn't this the young master?

"What are you thinking about?" Fu Jiu said with a stern face, "Of course this is not the young master, look for me again!"

Everyone found it at night and the next afternoon, but naturally found nothing.

Fu Jiu gathered his team in dismay.

But that night, he quietly left the inn, rode east for fifteen or six miles, and arrived at a small town.

There are only six to seven hundred people in this town, which is called Tianhe Town. The residents are mainly farmers and long-term workers.

Fu Jiu approached one of the houses and knocked on the door gently, two short words and three long words.

As he approached, the neighbor opened the door, looked at him twice, and then withdrew without saying a word.