Volume 2 Chapter 77: Hunting

  (Sweat, dizzy and turned around, I actually forgot that today is my daughter's two-year-old birthday. My wife reminded me and I remembered it afterwards. So I accompanied them for a day... Hmm, I'll make up for the three watches tomorrow, or else everyone will scold me?)

  The morning light was faint, and the rain was still falling gently. But such a small rain could not stop Chen Jianchen's journey home. He decided to leave Fengshan early in the morning and return to Jiangzhou.

  He had made up his mind to go, and although Yu Ning was reluctant to part with him, she could say no more. He activated the Kunlun Jade Clearing Mantra and sent Chen Jianchen and Xiao Yi out of the mountain.

  The sky was still early, and there were no signs of people inside or outside the maple mountain. Therefore, Yīn Níng drove the carriage to write on the road in mid-air, floating and fluttering, unexpectedly being seen by outsiders, causing great shock and panic.

  When parting ways, Yin Ning's expression was reluctant, and she kept watching Chen Jianchen leave until he reached a turning point in the distance. Chen Jianchen turned back to wave goodbye before continuing on his way.

  Ying Ning wanted to see a bit more, but was blocked from view by a large pagoda tree at the corner...

  Chen Jianchen held up an oil-paper umbrella and took big strides, walking for about half a time unit, covering half the distance.

  As time passed, other people occasionally appeared on the official road. They were mostly common people going to Jiangzhou, some wanting to enter the city to buy things, others pushing carts preparing to enter the city for small business.

  Knock knock knock!

  Suddenly, a deafening sound of horseshoes rose from the front, like a sudden thunderclap, shocking and terrifying. It seemed as if a large cavalry was charging over from the front, but no troops were seen, only the sound was heard, and the chilling killing intent was already felt.

  The sound of horseshoes was urgent, and the donkeys and mules that pulled the carts were frightened, calling out incessantly, and hastily looking for a place to run. The cart owners shouted loudly, waving their whips to drive them back, and after much trouble, they finally calmed down, quickly pulling over to the side of the road, hiding far away.

  In the Tianyun dynasty, horses were extremely valuable, and those who could ride them were either rich or noble. On the one hand, the price of horses was high; on the other hand, raising a horse was extremely costly, and ordinary families couldn't afford it. Unlike cattle and sheep, which only needed to eat grass, horses also had to be fed bean feed, egg yolks, and other things in order to be raised well and become strong and sturdy.

  Just these ingredients can be equivalent to a middle-class family's living standard.

  Therefore, the owner of these horses is either a landlord or an official. With so many horses running together at this time, it must be someone from the government, and not just ordinary yamen runners or constables, but rather military personnel.

  A team of military horses suddenly appeared on the official road at dawn, which was really shocking.

  After being shocked, I must avoid it at all costs.

  A scholar encounters a soldier, and even with reason, it's hard to make oneself clear; let alone ordinary civilians. If one is unfortunately injured by the authorities, there is simply no place to seek justice or redress, a classic case of "dumb eating bitter".

  Among the crowd of fugitives, Chen Jianchen was also quite perplexed. He fixed his eyes to observe and soon a team of robust cavalry appeared in sight, their jet-black iron-like attire revealing their identity from afar.

  Black Shirt Guards!

  It's actually the Black Guard!

  There were more than ten people.

  Hei Shan Wei shouldn't be maintaining order at the Dharma Assembly in Jiangzhou, so why did they run out? They rode horses, and apart from the characteristic ghost-slaying knives at their waists, each of them had a strong bow slung over their backs, with quivers hanging down, looking like they were going out for a hunt.

  Chen Jianchen's eyes narrowed as he scanned the crowd, and soon spotted Wu Wencai among the troops, riding double on a horse with a black-shirted guard.

  Wu Wenzai's body, which had long been drained by wine and women, rode on a fierce horse for a short while before becoming dizzy and pale, his heart crying out in distress - such a hunting formation was beyond his expectations.

  The leader of the cavalry, wearing a red-tasseled helmet, with a precious sword at his waist instead of a ghost-cutting knife, and a long bow on his back that was as tall as a person, looked extremely majestic and eye-catching.

  And by his side was a monk wearing a large red kasaya, with a plump face and a typical look of great kindness and compassion.

  "Empty Great Master, let me show you the arrow techniques of this ruler!"

  As he spoke, Zhou grasped the horse's reins with his legs, reached back to take down the longbow, and drew out a wolf-tooth arrow from the quiver. "Whoa!" he shouted, drawing the bow full moon-like, and shot!

  In the blink of an eye, arrows shot out like meteors and flew towards Chen Jianchen.

  No good!

  In the midst of screams, the sharp wolf-toothed arrow hit a donkey, entering from its left eye and exiting from its right eye, piercing through. The donkey let out a mournful cry and immediately fell to the ground dead. Only the donkey's owner was left standing there, stunned and motionless, clearly frightened out of his wits.

  "Master the good archery!"

  A burst of applause erupted.

  The empty-handed master lowered his eyebrows and clasped his hands together, saying: "Good! Good!" Apart from this, no other movement was seen.

  Zhou Tong laughed and mounted his horse again, galloping away in a cloud of dust.

  Knock knock knock!

  A dozen horsemen seemed like a whirlwind, galloping far away with a loud whoosh.

  Behind them, the dead donkey's blood flowed out like a fountain, while the donkey owner's whole body was trembling, unable to utter a word; around them was a low sighing sound, not even daring to raise their voices, fearing that they would be heard from afar.

  Chen Jianchen's clenched fist slowly relaxed, the tension of the previous moment slowly easing, and he felt a faint cold sweat on his back - the majesty of the Black Shirt Guard was far more than he had imagined; for Zhou Tong, shooting a donkey was just a playful move, but for the donkey's owner, a donkey meant an irreplaceable labor force.

  The donkey died, and the pillar of the family was broken by one root.

  But apart from himself, who cares?

  Even if someone cares, it's still helpless.

  After a brief astonishment, everyone continued on their journey, quickening their pace for fear of encountering some unforeseen mishaps along the way.

  The crowd dispersed, leaving only the donkey owner and Chen Jianchen.

  The donkey's owner was worried, thinking of a way to transport the dead donkey back. The donkey had been killed by the government soldiers and couldn't be revived, but its meat could be taken back to sell or eat, which would make up for some of the loss.

  He saw Chen Jianchen, hesitated for a moment, and kindly reminded him: "Young master, why don't you hurry into the city?"

  Chen Jianchen smiled and replied: "Yes, I am going out of town for further study."

  The donkey owner let out a sigh, and stopped talking. It's better to find someone to move the dead donkey anyway. As for Chen Jianchen, whether he was entering or leaving the city, it made no difference to him at all.

  Chen Jianchen had already turned around and started walking back, heading towards Fengshan. Just a moment ago, he had vaguely suspected that Wu Wencai and his group were likely on their way to hunt in Fengshan.

  Now autumn is high and refreshing, even if it's raining lightly, it can be considered a good season for hunting.

  They went hunting, Ben and Chen Jianchen had nothing to do with each other, but Yin Ning was living in the back mountain of Fengshan. Although it became a demon body, learned Taoist magic, and had many self-defense methods. But the Black Shirt Guard's men were too brutal, Chen Jianchen had some misgivings in his heart, wanting to run back and take another look.

  "Xiao Yi, go and report this matter to Yin Ning immediately!"

  "Alright."

  The mouse demon jumped out, muttering to itself, and then assumed a very human-like posture. It pointed with its small paw: "All things are born, earth hides!"

  The entire small body of the pheasant burrowed into the ground, disappearing in the blink of an eye, leaving only a small pit on the surface.

  Its earth escape technique was exactly what it had learned from Yin Ning, and now that the situation was unfavorable, the mouse demon didn't hesitate to use it immediately to hurry along the road.

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