Martial Cultivator

Zhang Chuan carried vegetables to Xishan's kitchen. There was a small vegetable garden here, and some vegetables were grown there, but it was not big. It was difficult to support a mountain of Taoists. Moreover, the vegetables grown in the small vegetable garden were only a few. It's just a rare variety found in the mountains. The owner of the vegetable garden never thought that he would use the vegetables from this small vegetable garden to support a mountain of Taoists.

"Brother Zhang, why did you pick the vegetables yourself and go up the mountain again this time? Haven't you stopped doing the work yourself a long time ago?"

A Taoist saw Zhang Chuan and was curious and joked. Zhang Chuan took over the task of delivering food to Xishan ten years ago, but three years ago, he rarely went to the mountain. After all, the business was huge, and he only needed to control the food. As long as the quality is good, you don’t need to do it yourself.

Zhang Chuan laughed, "Isn't it the tenth year since I have been delivering food to Xishan? It's such a great day that I have to come in person to commemorate it."

The Taoist said oh and said with a smile, "That's right, ten years is not a short time."

Ten years is a long time for ordinary people.

But for people like them who are cultivators, it is not too long.

The Taoist glanced at the vegetable farmers behind Zhang Chuan and spotted the man wearing a bamboo hat. He asked with some confusion, "Is this?" 🅆

The Taoist who has been responsible for cooking in the back kitchen for who knows how many years can naturally remember what the vegetable farmer looks like every time he goes to the mountain to deliver vegetables. Looking at that person, although he has not yet seen his face, judging from his body shape, he also looks like a farmer. It feels strange.

Zhang Chuan was stunned for a moment, but then he came to his senses, "The newly recruited guy is quite smart. I'm planning to leave all the errands to him in the future. This time I went up the mountain to show him to the immortals."

The Taoist smiled slightly. After hearing this, he didn't go into details. A vegetable farmer who delivers vegetables is indeed nothing worth paying attention to. Besides, Zhang Chuan has been responsible for delivering vegetables for ten years, and he has never done anything. Mistakes.

So the Taoist took some money out of his pocket and said with a smile, "This job is not too particular. As long as the food delivered by Brother Zhang is fresh enough, everything else is really unimportant."

Zhang Chuan took the money and said with a smile, "It's because the immortals are tolerant, otherwise we wouldn't be able to do this job so comfortably."

Afterwards, Zhang Chuan chatted with the Taoist for some time, and was about to turn around and leave. But just as he was about to turn around, the Taoist suddenly said, "There are a lot of things going on in the mountains these days. The kitchen needs someone to cook the fire. Otherwise, Brother Zhang will leave it to others." Help me, it won’t take long, it’s just a sight.”

While talking, he handed some more money to Zhang Chuan.

Zhang Chuan pushed the money over and said with a smile: "This is not a big deal, there is no need to add money."

Afterwards, Zhang Chuan looked at the man wearing a bamboo hat and said, "Just stay and help.

When climbing mountains, the immortals will naturally guide you. "

After saying this, Zhang Chuan took the people away, leaving only the man wearing a bamboo hat.

After watching Zhang Chuan leave, the Taoist said straight to the point with a smile, "Why do you want to sneak up the mountain? You spies like Daliang have really good noses and can smell the slightest smell. They are really good dogs."

The man wearing a bamboo hat said nothing.

"Take off the hat. What are you keeping it for? Do you want to take it to the coffin?"

The Taoist sneered and stretched out his hand to take the man's bamboo hat. However, when he stretched out his hand in mid-air, the man grabbed his wrist. After that, the Taoist was even more shocked to find that his hand seemed to be stuck in the mire. No matter what, No way I can pull it out.

Without waiting for the Taoist to speak, the man in the bamboo hat reached out and took off his own bamboo hat, revealing his true appearance.

The Taoist's eyes widened and he was speechless.

Because he had seen that face before.

After all, that man had been to Khe Sanh before, and with his reputation, it was hard to forget.

Chen Chao looked at the man and said calmly, "When I don't want to enter the coffin, it's difficult for someone to send me to the coffin."

The Taoist did not dare to speak, not only because he knew Chen Chao's realm, but also because he knew his reputation.

Although Wan Tian Palace and Daliang are on good terms, Chen Chao's reputation outside the country is still very scary.

“What happened in Khe Sanh recently?”

Chen Chao got straight to the point and calmly looked at the Taoist in front of him and asked. Although he didn't say what the consequences would be if he didn't answer his questions, from the look in his eyes, the Taoist also knew the result.

His face was pale, but he gritted his teeth tightly and was unwilling to speak.

When Chen Chao saw this, he didn't say anything nonsense, but the next moment, his wrist was broken.

Chen Chao said, "I don't know if I can keep silent until your bones are broken, but I want to try."

The Taoist's forehead was covered with beads of sweat as big as beans. As he listened to these words, an unspeakable terror spread in his heart and gradually took over his heart.

But before he could speak, a voice suddenly sounded from behind him, "What are you doing bullying a little guy in the Shenzang Realm?"

After hearing this, Chen Chao let go of the Taoist's hand in front of him, turned around and looked at

Go, a white-haired Taoist with a withered face is standing at the door.

Chen Chao asked, "Who is your Excellency?"

The white-haired Taoist smiled and said, "He's just a vegetable grower."

Chen Chao said oh, then smiled and said, "Since you have spoken, I will bully you."

The white-haired Taoist smiled and said, "Young people speak very loudly, I'm afraid you don't have the ability."

Chen Chao didn't speak and just smiled.

He looked at the white-haired Taoist in front of him and just walked forward.

A mountain-like pressure spread out in an instant, covering the white-haired Taoist.

The white-haired Taoist's expression changed. He was no longer as relaxed as before. Instead, he became a little solemn.

"who are you?"

The white-haired Taoist's expression changed. He had been guarding the vegetable garden for so many years and concentrated on growing vegetables. This was his practice. For so many years, he didn't know much about things outside the mountain, including the Taoists in Xishan. I'm afraid there's no way to understand them all.

Chen Chao laughed dumbly, "I thought you knew me."

The white-haired Taoist had an ugly face. He originally thought that the young man in front of him was just an ordinary official from the Liang Dynasty, but at this moment, he realized that he was terribly wrong.

The identity of the young man in front of him is by no means ordinary, and he can't help but forget his worries.

Chen Chao said calmly, "It's okay to rely on your old age and show off your old age in front of others. If you want to do this in front of me, it's really wrong."

The white-haired Taoist was speechless, and his energy was constantly overflowing, struggling against the young martial artist in front of him.

But this young martial artist who had already gained a reputation just said calmly, "You have to think about it carefully. If I don't get the answer you want later, you can just go and die."

This sentence was not meant for this white-haired Taoist.

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Half a quarter of an hour later, the white-haired Taoist slumped to the ground, panting heavily and unable to stand up anymore. Chen Chao glanced at him, turned around and walked back to the kitchen.

Less than half a quarter of an hour later, Chen Chao walked out of the kitchen and looked at the white-haired Taoist. His eyes were no longer as calm as before, but more murderous.

When the white-haired Taoist saw Chen Chao like this, he already understood that this young warrior knew everything.

Chen Chao looked at the old Taoist in front of him and asked, "If you can't survive, you have to let others die for you?"

The white-haired Taoist said nothing.

There was a hint of disgust in Chen Chao's eyes, and he calmly said, "Answer me."

The white-haired Taoist sneered, "Do you think you can..."

Before the sentence was completely finished, he could no longer say it because Chen Chao had already stretched out his hand to pinch his neck and looked at him indifferently, "In your eyes, Zhu Xia is just a fruit?"

The white-haired Taoist's face was extremely ugly. Because he couldn't breathe, his face became redder and redder, and then turned purple.

He was destined to never be able to speak again.

The veins in Chen Chao's arm swelled, and his hand became harder and harder, and the white-haired Taoist's throat was crushed in an instant.

After that, the killing intent in Chen Chao's eyes skyrocketed.

After learning about Zhu Xia's accident before, he had some vague guesses. Now that the guesses were confirmed, Chen Chao was not only angry but also had many surprises.

He had always thought that the people in Wantian Palace had always had the kind of temperament to practice casually, and that the Taoists on the mountain should all have the kind of temperament that was indifferent to the world, but now it seems that this is not the case.

In fact, it's normal to think about it. Not everyone in a sect is destined to be good people.

In this case, it must be cleared up.

Chen Chao took a deep breath, dragged the white-haired Taoist's body and walked towards the mountain.

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There is a long mountain road between the kitchen and the main hall. At this moment, Taoists have begun to gather in a Wantian Palace. Since it is the leader of the Taiping Dao lineage in the Taoist sect, it is destined not to be the same as those small sects. , but there will really be a foundation, not to mention that this matter is so big, those veteran Taoists who usually practice Qingxi can't sit still, and it will naturally appear.

Therefore, there are really many Taoists on the mountain road at the moment.

When Chen Chao appeared on the mountain road, the Taoists looked at the corpse of the white-haired Taoist held by Chen Chao with ugly expressions.

"Chen Chao, this matter is my Xishan family matter, I'm afraid it's not your turn to take care of it!"

A Taoist man spoke loudly on the mountain road.

Chen Chao let go of the white-haired Taoist's body in his hand and did not answer the Taoist's question. He just looked in front of him calmly and said, "I just want to know where Zhu Xia is."

But when Chen Chao said this, no one among the Taoists on the mountain road answered this question.

Chen Chao looked at them, then just rolled up his sleeves, exhaled a breath, and said calmly, "Zhu Xia... it's best to be alive."