Chapter 411 The Traitor
"This is no different from abroad." He Lingchuan was very curious about the system of Beijia. "Lingxu City can actually tolerate local wars in the demon country?"
In his impression, which country is not anxious to quell the rebellion?
"I grew up in Luye. The forests and plains there would encounter wildfires every few years, burning all over the mountains and killing all living things. After the disaster, there were few living things at all." Fu Shanyue smiled, "But within half a year, it was green again, with new grass and new trees growing vigorously, and the old and accumulated problems were swept away."
"This is the way of heaven, shouldn't human affairs also change in this way? Beijia has been established for a long time, and this concept has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts."
He Lingchuan did not respond.
Fu Shanyue's words only sounded beautiful. Ignore the rebellion? Which country dares to play like this? Most of them will get themselves into trouble.
The development of the world is often unexpected. Countries strive for peace and stability, which are all bloody lessons.
But Beijia is an exception.
Why?
Is it because they surrendered to the gods?
Fu Shanyue took the wooden bottle: "So this is the poison of wood transformation. Thank you for telling me."
After knowing what this thing is, he had a plan in mind.
He Lingchuan asked him: "The wind demon you released is not the one that was subdued by the treasure tree king, right?"
"No." Fu Shanyue stood up and stretched, "The wind god of Piaomiao Sect split into a small one a thousand years ago. So they actually have two mountain guardian gods, one big and one small, but people don't know it."
Whether it is a cat or a tiger, it is difficult to distinguish the male and female, the old and the young just from the appearance, let alone the wind god who is invisible and shapeless most of the time?
"The treasure tree king subdued the big one, and the little wind god was hidden in a wind lion and was not discovered. Later, someone picked up the wind lion and sold it at the market at the foot of the mountain. After several twists and turns, the little wind god came to me."
He Lingchuan didn't ask why the official road of Heishizhai suddenly encountered a landslide, the reason was too obvious.
"As for the defeat of Piao Miao Sect by King Baoshu, it was nothing more than that he had a crush on their territory and wanted to open a road there to connect the north and the south. Piao Miao Sect refused to move, so it was destroyed."
"In the past, rare medicinal herbs such as snow lotus and yellow jade ginseng also grew on the swift wind tundra. This was because Feng Bo liked to roam the tundra, so he brought special nutrients from the ground over there, and civilians could pick them at will and had no worries about food and drink; King Baoshu destroyed Feng Bo, and the subsequent Ziwu divine wind had no spiritual power, so it did not go down to the tundra. These spiritual medicines have since disappeared from the tundra and can only grow on high mountains and dangerous peaks." Fu Shanyue laughed sarcastically, "It's ridiculous that these civilians on the tundra believed what King Baoshu said and applauded the destruction of Feng Bo and Piao Miao Sect, but they didn't know that their livelihoods were cut off because of this."
He stood up: "You are a good person, how about starting a great business with me? It will be natural for you to hold a high position and have your wife and children ennobled in the future."
Fu Shanyue actually wanted to recruit him? He Lingchuan smiled and said, "I'm used to being casual."
Fu Shanyue thought he wanted to move up: "Lingxu City is good, but it has accumulated problems for more than 600 years. Various forces are intertwined, and countless talents have failed. You may not have a chance to be promoted there."
"I'll 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'll live in your mansion when I go to Lingxu City."
Fu Shanyue smiled, then took out the house deed, key and a token and handed it to him: "There is a housekeeper there, just show him the token."
"You missed a great opportunity to become successful. Forget it, let's make friends first." He stood up and saluted He Lingchuan, "See you later."
He Lingchuan returned the salute and saw the man put the remains of his men into the storage space, then jumped out of the hole in the wall, and disappeared in a few leaps.
Huh, that direction seems to be the back kitchen of the inn?
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Fu Shanyue caught a fat rat in the back kitchen of the inn, fed it medicine, and then took it to another place to see the effect.
After about five hours, the rat turned into a wooden sculpture.
Fu Shanyue carefully recorded the whole process of its transformation.
It was already dawn at this time. He went to Tongcheng to ask around and found an inconspicuous shop in the northwest corner.
The shop was a two-story building, with goods sold in the front, a workshop in the middle, and people living upstairs.
The shop owner was a man in his early forties, with gray hair on his temples and a pair of strong hands.
The neighboring shop sold groceries and always put things in front of his shop to occupy his storefront. The shop owner kicked the basket back to the other shop, quarreled with the man again, and then walked back with his head held high.
At this time, Fu Shanyue came and said straight to the point: "I heard that you are the best carver in the west of Tongcheng?"
"West?" The shop owner glared, "I am the best in Tongcheng."
"Help me carve something. If you do a good job, I will reward you handsomely." Fu Shanyue habitually reached into his waist, and then he remembered that all the big silver had been given to He Lingchuan. He only had two small pieces of loose silver on him, which was not enough to pay for the labor.
Alas, when have I ever been so embarrassed?
He had to take off the jade ring on his hand: "Use this to pay for the wages."
"Green-belted black jade?" The shop owner was also a connoisseur. He took it up to the light and found that it was obviously a pitch-black jade, but the polarized light brought out a hint of oily green. "This is valuable. What do you want to carve?"
Fu Shanyue looked around, and the shop owner understood and took him into the workshop at the back.
Fu Shanyue then took out the wooden sculpture that Fu Ji had turned into from the storage ring and placed it on the ground.
He suddenly took out a wooden sculpture as tall as a real person, and the shop owner was immediately shocked. He put on the headband, bent over to observe it carefully, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "The craftsmanship is amazing, it doesn't look like it was carved by human hands at all!" There was not even a trace of artificial carving.
That's right. Fu Shanyue smiled: "I want you to make some changes to it."
"You still need to make changes to it after it has reached this point?" But the shop owner was very surprised. Why did he carve the person so miserable?
The carving was fine, but what I felt from the statue itself was not beauty, but pain.
And this wood sculpture was wearing clothes, which was weird.
"Replace his face with mine."
The shop owner didn't hear clearly for a moment: "Ah?"
Fu Shanyue leaned towards the statue. The two of them were about the same size. "Can you do it?"
"Uh..." This request was even weirder than the statue itself. The shop owner was stunned for a moment, and saw Fu Shanyue stretched out a finger and suddenly knocked on the table. With a thud, a hole was poked on the table.
This action was like a mantis shrimp punching, so fast that it was hard to see with the naked eye.
Fu Shanyue asked again, "Can you do it?"
The shop owner's workbench was made of black iron wood. This kind of wood was incredibly hard. When he built this table, he broke a lot of tools. Could this person's hand be more cruel than a chisel?
Fu Shanyue's claws slowly retracted.
The shop owner shuddered, carefully compared his face shape and facial features with the wood carving, and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes! When do you want it?"
Fu Shanyue pulled a chair and sat down, crossed his legs: "I'll wait here, you can slowly carve, and make sure it is exactly like me."
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The next day, Fu Shanyue returned to the inn.
Fu Jiu came up and said: "Young master, is your trip going well?"
"Yes." Fu Shanyue asked him to fetch water.
"Hey, where's Fu Ji?"
"He went to buy something for me." Fu Shanyue washed his face and drank some wine. He lingered until the afternoon before saying, "Send someone to protect me."
Everything was ready. He raised the wooden bottle and drank it in front of Fu Jiu, and then threw the bottle to the corner of the wall: "It's really hard to drink. Go out."
Fu Jiu quickly picked up the bottle and saw him close his eyes and sit upright before leaving.
Fu Jiu closed the door with his backhand, sniffed the bottle, and smelled a sweet fragrance.
About an hour later, he heard a low groan coming from the house, as if in some pain, so he turned around and told the two servants: "Guard well, I'll be back soon."
He said "I'll be back soon", but in fact he ran out of the inn and went to the market next to him to buy some rotten fish and shrimp to smear on his body.
After smearing 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, and screams.
Before the official arrived, a shadow rushed out of the inn, turned around in the market, seemed to lose direction, and then turned around and ran out of the city.
This person was Fu Shanyue.
When he was refining the "spiritual medicine", he found something wrong and figured out the key, so he rushed out to settle accounts with the victim.
However, the smell was interrupted at the back of the market, and the fishy smell was everywhere. He was furious again, dizzy and unable to distinguish carefully.
At this time, Fu Shanyue's limbs were already a little stiff, and his running posture was strange. The residents of Tongcheng were used to seeing all kinds of monsters, and they just looked at his strange behavior sideways.
Fu Shanyue held his stomach and suddenly turned around and ran out of the city.
Even if he ate something he shouldn't have, his speed was still very fast, and the pursuers almost couldn't catch up.
After leaving the city, he rushed west into the forest and never came out again.
Two hours later, Fu Jiu arrived with other guards: "Search the mountain! Passers-by said earlier that the young master rushed into this mountainous area."
The search lasted until dusk.
Finally, a guard found a wooden sculpture facing up in the ravine. Looking at its facial features, it was Fu Shanyue!
Everyone was confused. One of the guards swallowed and said, "What does this mean?"
The face of the wood sculpture was distorted and ferocious, but the facial features were clearly Fu Shanyue.
The young master came here first, but they couldn't find anyone after searching for a long time. Instead, they found a wood sculpture that looked exactly like the young master.
Could this be the young master?
"What are you thinking!" Fu Jiu said with a gloomy face, "Of course it's not the young master, look again!"
The crowd searched from night to the afternoon of the next day, but naturally found nothing.
Fu Jiu was unhappy to withdraw the team.
But that night, he quietly left the inn, rode east for fifteen or sixteen miles, and arrived at a small town.
This town has only six or seven hundred people, called Tianhe Town, and the townspeople are mainly farmers and farmhands.
Fu Jiu approached one of the houses and knocked on the door gently, two short and three long.
When he approached, the neighbor opened the door, looked at him twice, and then shrank back without saying a word.