Chapter 68: Ambushing and Killing Yuquan

  As soon as the words fell, the surrounding attendants all performed in unison, bowing and kneeling on the carriage, each loudly saying: "The Holy Son is on the throne, the virtuous governor of the country. Just now there was a move to move the spirits, and a auspicious omen was bestowed..."

  "Government officials are shameless, I've known that all along!" Qin Shengren couldn't help but let out a deep sigh as he gazed out from the Ling Xiao treasure mirror.

  This also made Liu Yi discover that his technique of using birds to spy on him had another flaw, which was that he couldn't hear the sound.

  At the words, Wu Guang's face flashed with no light, and he just smiled: "If it weren't for this person coming up with this idea, wanting to lure him over, I'm afraid it wouldn't be that easy!"

  Qin Shengren curiously asked: "Sir, can this land really yield 2,000 catties per mu?"

  Liu Yi said bluntly, "It can only last for a year at most. After all, it's a divine species. It's not something from the human world, and in two or three years, it will completely degenerate... Moreover, it also needs that fertile land..."

  Qin Shengren suddenly enlightened, as for the matter of farming, he understood much more than Yunquan. This land needs fertilizer. At this time, the fertilizer is not enough, so a piece of land that was planted this year would often need to be left fallow for one or two years, waiting for the fertility to recover.

  Until the previous generation of Su Wu, the thousand-year-old Hou, after improving the planting technology to the "Dai Tian Fa", the ridge cultivation and rotation greatly increased the land use efficiency. And it made the yield per mu greatly increase. As a result, countless people were saved, enfeoffed as marquises in their lifetime, and deified after death.

  Nowadays, Qin Shengren looks down on Yuquan even more. In his heart, he secretly says that the land god's so-called "fertile soil" is really a treasure! Yuquan is such an idiot, and it's just like buying pearls and returning the shell!

  What kind of guy is this? He's always playing tricks and using underhanded tactics behind people's backs. Does he really know how to get things done?

  Smiling coldly, he saw that Yunquan and others had summoned the village's Li Zheng San Lao, gave a few faint orders, and then, surrounded by guards, headed towards the mountain.

  This was already arranged, although the villagers did not know what would happen today. However, Liu Yi and others also did not plan to involve them in this matter.

  Fenglai Mountain is not high, but it has lush vegetation and dense forests. Tall ancient trees can be seen everywhere, and there are also springs gurgling, making people feel comfortable.

  As they walked in, a gust of cold wind blew by, making one's spirit shake. Yuquan couldn't help but laugh and say: "It's already the spring month, yet the wind on this mountain is still so cold..."

  The words had hardly been spoken when someone shouted: "Be careful, Duke!"

  Just then an arrow flew in and pierced the throat of the man who was shouting. Almost at the same moment, a hissing sound was heard. Dozens of arrows were fired from bows and shot over.

  Yuquan was the target, and most of the bows and crossbows were concentrated on him. Just as Yuquan was about to become a hedgehog, an inconspicuous guard suddenly stood up.

  A large shield in hand danced, blocking the incoming arrow rain. The crossbow was triggered by the mechanism, with great power, within a hundred steps, the iron armor would be pierced through.

  The man's shield, although it was a wrapped iron shield, thick and large, immediately shattered into four or five pieces under the impact of dozens of crossbow arrows. The guard's face changed greatly, apparently not expecting such a powerful military weapon to have such power.

  Dropped his shield, he fell backwards into the spring, pinned to the ground. Even though his reaction was quick enough, he still felt a sharp pain in his thigh as it was pierced by a crossbow bolt.

  A similar cry of pain came from beside his ear, and this person also took an arrow to the shoulder.

  "Protect the county lord! Protect the county lord!" The chaotic cries rose, and those guards retreated, holding up their shields.

  It was just a round of simultaneous shooting, and under the sudden attack, nearly a hundred guards and attendants had already died almost half.

  The mountain wind that originally carried the scent of pine now reeked of blood. For a moment, everyone on Yunquan's side was terrified.

  No one had expected an ambush here. Even less would they have thought that so many of the ambushing villains had prepared so many crossbows.

  The bow and crossbow are originally military equipment, and in this world where martial arts are extremely popular, it is not prohibited for civilians to own weapons. However, the price of these bows and crossbows is extremely high, and the craftsmanship is complex. Only official workshops can produce them, and they intentionally control the supply, so they are rarely seen among civilians.

  At once they were able to produce so much, it can be seen that they are not ordinary bandits, and their financial resources must be extremely astonishing.

  They had barely caught their breath for a moment, and before they could react, another wave of arrows shot out from the forest.

  "Crossbow!"

  The guards were desperately shouting in despair.

  Isn't it a continuous shooting of arrows? After one round of arrow rain, another round follows. After three rounds of arrow rain, more than half of the hundred or so guards have already died.

  Only twenty or thirty people were left, all with disheveled hair and clothes, some still bearing wounds, looking extremely wretched.

  But then from the mountains and forests, a group of black-clad bandits emerged, each holding weapons in their hands, numbering around forty or fifty.

  "Fight them!" a loud voice shouted from the officer, looking at the opponent who appeared with ease. On their side, they were already disheartened and didn't think of a way to survive. They just wanted to kill a few more of the opponents to make themselves feel better.

  In an instant, both sides clashed fiercely in one place.

  Liu Yi's expression remained indifferent as he watched this scene unfold, but unexpectedly, a series of white lights fell into his spiritual realm.

  "These are all vengeful spirits of those who died in battle on both sides!" Qin Shengren also saw these and calmly said, "Vengeful spirits, they are the best material for ghost soldiers."

  Liu Yi nodded and didn't mention that. Instead, he said: "It seems that the Yin-Yang Ten Extremes Formation won't be needed after all!"

  "Not necessarily!" Qin Shengren said calmly: "The people of Yunshan Sect haven't made a move yet."

  Yunshan Sect? Liu Yi's eyes flashed, and he had mentioned this name last night when chatting with Qin Shengren. It was roughly a sect of Qi practitioners.

  Seeing Qin Shengren being so cautious, Liu Yi thought to himself, let's see how the Taoist principles of this world work.

  At this moment, a flash of light appeared in the Ling Xiao Treasure Mirror. It seemed to have been disturbed, and the screen began to flicker. He was slightly startled, and with a slight movement of his fingers, he tapped on the mirror surface.

  The image stabilized again, and the guard who was protecting Yuquan suddenly sprang up and attacked, wielding a green steel sword that emitted a three-inch-long beam of light that shone brightly and pierced the eyes.

  "Jian Guang!" Liu Yi saw it and his spirit was lifted.

  Although this guard was pierced by a crossbow bolt in his leg, at this moment, it seemed as if there was no hindrance at all.

  He took a step forward, one kill at a time. Wherever he went, the enemy, whether blocking or attacking, was beheaded by his sword, never needing a second sword.

  He had only taken three steps when three people around him fell to the ground. The other ambushers saw this, exchanged a glance, and four or five of them silently rushed over.

  Everyone in the Ling Xiao treasure mirror was filled with white light, dazzling to the point where nothing could be seen clearly. The light only lasted for an instant, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Those four attackers were already dead, their swords broken, lying on the ground.