Minorly affected civilians are assisting in the transportation of some herbs and delivering food supplies. The official authorities of Nanjun also organize a large number of soldiers to maintain order. If the common people donate food and clothing from their homes to the other patients, the official authorities will also provide gold and silk cloth as compensation in kind.
The scene was orderly, far from the chaos Zhou Xin had imagined.
"Who are you from, dared to disrupt Lord Zhou's business, are you not afraid of life?" Zhou Xin immediately saw the beautiful Taixi among the people treating the patients. On one hand, it was beautiful, but on the other hand, it was about cultivation.
This is the only one among the countless common people who has a cultivation in their body.
Daji looked up, her resplendent face filled with coldness: "It was you who released the plague from the shadows? Are you a fellow student of Zhu Tianlin's? You evil sectarians treat human lives like straw, acting so shamelessly and carelessly. Don't you fear divine retribution?"
The young couple supporting each other, the little child who was only three feet tall, the old man with white hair, and the old woman all seemed to receive a signal at the same time and turned their gaze towards Zhou Xin.
In a daze, the human qi in Nanjun that had been awakened for nearly a year was revived again. The phoenix illusion was faintly visible. Zhou Xin shivered suddenly and felt that the heavens and earth around him changed at this moment, becoming hostile to him and even wanting to tear him apart.
The fury in Zhou Xin's heart surged upwards, and he barked out loudly, "You creatures who are born in the morning and die in the evening, what do you know of fate? Cease immediately! Follow me to the Jiulong Island to kowtow and apologize to my master. Considering this is your first offense, I can spare your life."
Daji couldn't help but laugh: "Shut up, you're as shameless as a pig and dog. You could teach something like yourself, your teacher must be a group of human-animal beasts!"
There was a tremendous rumble from the sky.
Her words involved the Jie Sect, and the Zhaixian Swords that suppress the sect's destiny reacted. The Goddess of Memory in the Underworld felt that this girl was too audacious, but she quite liked her impertinence. In calm antiquity, the Goddess of Earth was a primeval ancestor, and those were all fierce tribesmen who feared neither heaven nor earth. We don't even fear heaven; what's your Jie Sect? Can't we scold you a couple of times? With the many dead from Nanjun as a medium, the Underworld transmitted a black light directly covering up the anomaly in Nanjun. The Zhaixian Swords couldn't find their target, flickered a few times, and then fell silent again.
Daji insulted Zhou Xin's teacher, and this demonic Taoist was enraged. He raised his sleeve and took out a magical instrument, the Taoist Headache Bell. He hit the bell forcefully, causing everyone in the square, old and young alike, to feel a headache that was almost unbearable. Their souls seemed to be on the verge of detaching from their bodies.
"Reckon with the demonic Daoist!" Guan Jiuxing had already been cured, and at this moment, he clenched his legs against the horse's flank, dashing out to the side like an arrow on a string. His Qinglong Sword cut out a snowy arc of light and swung at Zhou Xin's neck.
Guan Jiuxing, as a mortal, was able to capture Mashan, who had taken the form of a lamp core from the spirit lamp of Rengeng Daoist, and he was also able to capture Hong Jiang, reaching the pinnacle of mortal martial arts.
At this moment, full of rage, he struck out with a powerful blow, harnessing the human qi of Nanjun, and dimly, there was a trace of Dao.
The cut was both swift and accurate, Zhou Xin had no time to strike the bell, and he hurriedly bent his head to dodge.
His feather cap was cut in half by the Qinglong Sword, and his hair was disheveled. For a moment, he had wild hair like a wolf. He looked extremely disheveled.
Daji silently chanted an incantation, secretly borrowing a path in the underworld, and then reappeared from the mortal world. She suddenly appeared behind Zhou Xin. She twisted her wrist and thrust her sword straight into Zhou Xin's back.
The blade entered the flesh by an inch before being stopped. Her strength was too weak, and this sword was only made of common iron, not even qualifying as a treasure sword.
"Ah! You worthless person! How dare you harm me?" Zhou Xin cursed loudly, handing over the Taoist Headache Bell to his left hand and drawing a long knife with his right hand. He savagely decapitated Daji in one strike. In the next instant, a blood-red paper person with its head and body separated fell to the ground.
"You can't run away!" Seeing Daji fleeing towards the north, he hurled his long knife with full force. The tip of the knife pierced through this stunning beauty's face instantly, but soon, the corpse lying on the ground transformed into a blood-stained paper doll with a long knife impaled in its chest.
What an eerie method! Zhou Xin hesitated for a moment, his mind racing to think about which great sect's magical arts this could be.
In his eyes, only Daji posed a threat to him. After he solved the paper person's secret, he could easily kill her.
Those human soldiers? No threat at all.
Daji had been using paper dolls to fight him for several rounds, but she was clearly falling behind.
The soldiers of Nanjun shot out an arrow rain, but Zhou Xin used a gust of wind spell to blow it all away.
Suddenly, Guan Jiuxing rode his horse to the front, and at this moment, he had the long knife in his right hand. The tip of the knife rubbed against the ground, creating a series of sparks. He briefly gathered strength for a short time and then fiercely pulled on the reins with his left hand. His battle horse jumped high in the air. As he was in mid-air, Guan Jiuxing's beard fluttered in the wind, and he roared loudly, striking out another blow.
Zhou Xin's attention was entirely focused on Daji. When he tried to dodge, it was too late. The deity of listening emerged from the shadows, bit his ankle, and he struggled twice but couldn't break free. Watching helplessly, he saw Guan Jiuxing's Qinglong sword strike the top of his forehead, and then from top to bottom, the sharp blade split him into two halves.
"You villain, do you know Guan Jiuxing?!" The old Guan shouted at Zhou Xin, who was now half-dead. For half his life, he had been on the battlefield and had almost died on a bed of illness. Guan had never felt so humiliated before. If there was a grudge between the two parties, it would be understandable. But he didn't even know you!
As an immortal, Zhou Xin's vitality was quite resilient. Half of his body remained, with most of his head still intact on the left side. At this moment, he glared at Guan Jiuxing with a face full of resentment and slurred out, "Master, will not put catching you! us!"
Chaohe City.
Jiang Ziya became a under official, responsible for supervising the construction of the Altar for Heaven Worship.
In the joy of his sworn brother Song Yiren, there was no rebuke at all, and they moved on to the wedding ceremony with Ma Shi.
Even in a slave society, dowries are still required for marriage.
Song Yiren took care of the wedding banquet and other affairs. Jiang Ziya felt that he couldn't just watch, so he borrowed a month's salary in advance and prepared to buy some cosmetics, as a token of goodwill, because it was his wedding, not his elder brother's.
While strolling through the streets of Chaohe, he accidentally saw Deng Chanyu's Yu Tai Tea House.
This tea house isn't in Chentang Pass, the Eastern Sea, but how did it come to Chaohe?
Jiang Ziya had no concept of chain stores, franchises, or anything like that. Upon realizing that the tea house owner was a practitioner, he let it go. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't paid for his last cup of tea.
Feeling the silver in his bosom, he thought to himself that he should at least return the money for the tea.
He walked in directly.
With the existence of cinnabarin, Jin Dasheng's true spirit has been living quite well recently. His mental state has recovered very well and he looks less dazed.
As soon as the guest entered, he signaled to Jiang Ziya to take a seat.
"Brother, there's no need for such formalities. I just want to pay back the money I owe for the last cup of tea and leave."
"Please, sit down. Tea, please enjoy the tea."
"No need at all. I'm just passing by; I still have some mundane affairs at home."
"Please, take a seat. And enjoy a good cup of tea."
Jiang Ziya was at a loss. The tea house attendant was too enthusiastic and seemed to have some sort of mental issues. He couldn't very well say that he was waiting for his wedding at home, could he? It's not like sitting down and having a cup of tea would take up much time.
