Chapter 413

"This is no different from other countries." He Lingchuan was very curious about the Beijia system, "Lingxu City can actually tolerate local wars within the demon kingdoms?" In his impression, which country wasn't anxious to quell chaos? "I grew up in the Green Wilds; the forests and wilderness there would encounter wildfires every few years, burning across the mountains and plains, leaving living beings in misery, and you couldn't find a few living things after the disaster." Fu Shanyue smiled, "But after half a year, it was lush and green again, with new grass and new trees full of vitality, and the old accumulated evils were swept away."

"Heaven's way is like this; shouldn't human affairs be replaced like this? Beijia has been established for a long time, and this concept has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people."

He Lingchuan didn't respond.

Fu Shanyue's rhetoric sounded beautiful, that's all. Ignoring the rebellion? Which country would dare to play like this? They would mostly play themselves off the cliff.

The development of world affairs is often unexpected; countries strive for peace and stability, all of which are lessons learned in blood.

Yet Beijia is an exception.

Why? Just because they surrendered to the gods? Fu Shanyue took the wooden bottle: "So this is woodification poison. Thank you for the information."

After knowing what this thing was, he already had a plan in his heart.

He Lingchuan asked him: "The Wind Demon you released, it wasn't the one subdued by the Treasure Tree King, right?"

"No." Fu Shanyue stood up and stretched, "The Wind Uncle of the Piaomiao Sect split into a small one a thousand years ago. So they actually had two mountain-guarding spirit objects, one big and one small, which the world didn't know."

Whether cat or tiger, it's hard to distinguish male from female, old from young, just from appearance, let alone the Wind Uncle, which is formless and shapeless most of the time?

"The one the Treasure Tree King subdued was the big one, while the small Wind Uncle was hidden in a Wind Lion at the time and wasn't discovered. Later, someone picked up that Wind Lion and took it to the market under the mountain to sell. After several twists and turns, the small Wind Uncle ended up with me."

He Lingchuan wouldn't ask why the official road of Black Stone Fortress suddenly encountered a mountain collapse; the reason was too obvious.

"As for the Treasure Tree King defeating the Piaomiao Sect, it was nothing more than fancying their territory and wanting to open a road there to connect the north and south. The Piaomiao Sect refused to move, so it was destroyed."

"In the past, rare medicinal materials like snow lotus and yellow jade ginseng also grew on the Gale Tundra because the Wind Uncle liked to wander the tundra, bringing special nutrients from underground, which commoners could pick at will, and they didn't have to worry about food and drink; the Treasure Tree King destroyed the Wind Uncle, and the subsequent Zi-Wu Divine Wind had no spirituality, so it didn't descend to the tundra. These spirit herbs have since disappeared from the tundra and only grow on high mountain peaks." Fu Shanyue smiled mockingly, "It's ridiculous that the commoners on the tundra believed what the Treasure Tree King said and clapped their hands for the destruction of the Wind Uncle and the Piaomiao Sect, not knowing that their livelihood was cut off because of this."

He stood up: "You are not bad; how about creating a great cause with me? In the future, holding a high position and sealing your wife and shading your children will be a matter of course."

Fu Shanyue actually wanted to recruit him? He Lingchuan laughed: "I'm used to being free and loose."

Fu Shanyue only thought he wanted to climb to a high place: "Lingxu City is good, but it has also accumulated evils for more than six hundred years, with various forces intertwined and countless talents failing. You might not have a path to promotion there."

"I will consider it." He Lingchuan reached out his hand to him, hooked his fingers, meaning 'give it to me quickly', "Keep in touch; after all, when I go to Lingxu City, I still have to live in your large mansion."

Fu Shanyue laughed; only then did he take out the house deed, key, and a token and hand them to him: "There is a housekeeper there; you just need to show the token to him."

"You missed a great opportunity for fame and fortune. Enough, let's make friends first." He stood up, cupped his hands to He Lingchuan, "We'll meet again."

He Lingchuan returned the salute, watching this person put away his subordinate's remains, then jump out of the wall hole, and disappear after a few leaps.

Eh, that direction seems to be the inn's back kitchen? ￥￥￥￥￥

Fu Shanyue caught a fat mouse in the inn's back kitchen, fed it medicine, and then took it elsewhere to observe the effect.

About five hours later, the mouse turned into a wooden sculpture.

Fu Shanyue carefully recorded the whole process of its change.

By this time the sky was already bright; he went to inquire around Tongcheng and found an inconspicuous small shop in the northwest corner.

This shop was a two-story small building, selling goods in the front, a workshop in the middle, and living quarters upstairs.

The shop owner was a man in his early forties, his temples already gray, and his hands had thick joints.

The neighboring shop sold groceries and often put things in front of his shop door, occupying his storefront. The shop owner kicked the basket back into the other party's shop and had another argument with them before walking back with his head held high.

At this time, Fu Shanyue came, opening the door to see the mountain: "I heard you are the best sculptor in the west of Tongcheng?"

"West?" The shop owner's eyes widened, "I am the best in Tongcheng."

"Help me carve something. If you do it well, there will be a heavy reward." Fu Shanyue habitually reached into his waist, only to remember that all the large silver had been given to He Lingchuan, and he only had two small pieces of scattered silver on him, not even enough to pay for the manual labor.

Sigh, when had he ever been so embarrassed? He had no choice but to pull off the jade thumb ring on his hand: "Use this to pay for the labor."

"Green-banded black jade?" The shop owner was also a connoisseur, taking it and holding it against the light; it was clearly pitch-black jade, but the light brought out a touch of oily green, "This is valuable. What do you want to carve?"

Fu Shanyue looked left and right, and the shop owner understood, taking him into the workshop in the back.

Only then did Fu Shanyue take out the wooden sculpture that Fu Ji had turned into from his storage ring and place it on the ground.

He suddenly brought out a wooden sculpture the size of a real person, and the shop owner was shocked. He put on his headband, lay down to observe carefully, and couldn't help but say 'ah': "This craftsmanship is amazing; it doesn't look like it was carved by human hands at all!" There wasn't a single trace of manual chiseling.

That's right. Fu Shanyue smiled: "I want you to make some modifications to it."

"It's already reached this level and still needs modifications?" However, the shop owner was very surprised: why carve a person so miserably? The carving was fine, but what he felt from the sculpture itself wasn't beauty, but pain.

And this wooden sculpture was wearing clothes, weird.

"Change his face to mine."

The shop owner didn't hear clearly for a moment: "Ah?"

Fu Shanyue leaned against the side of the sculpture; their figures were about the same, "Can you do it?"

"Uh..." This request was even weirder than the sculpture itself. The shop owner froze for a moment, seeing Fu Shanyue stretch out a finger and knock on the table suddenly. With a 'thud', a hole was poked in the table.

This movement was like a mantis shrimp punching, so fast that the naked eye couldn't see it.

Fu Shanyue asked again, "Can you do it?"

The shop owner's workbench was made of black iron wood; this kind of wood had amazing hardness, and quite a few tools had been broken when building this table initially. Could this person's hand be fiercer than a chisel?

Fu Shanyue's sharp claws on his fingertips slowly retracted.

The shop owner shivered, carefully compared his face shape and features with the wooden sculpture, and nodded repeatedly: "Ye, yes! When do you want it?"

Fu Shanyue pulled up a chair and sat down, crossing his legs: "I'll wait here; you carve slowly, and I require it to be exactly the same as me."

The next day, Fu Shanyue returned to the inn.

Fujiu greeted him: "Young Master, did the trip go smoothly?"

"Hmm." Fu Shanyue asked him to fetch water.

"Eh, where is Fu Ji?"

"He went to buy something for me." Fu Shanyue washed his face and drank some wine, dragging it out until the afternoon before saying, "Send someone to protect me."

Everything was ready; he drank the wooden bottle in front of Fujiu and threw the bottle into the corner: "Tastes terrible. Get out."

Fujiu hurriedly picked up the bottle and saw him close his eyes and sit upright before going out.

Fujiu closed the door and sniffed the bottle, smelling a sweet fragrance.

About an hour later, he heard low groans coming from the room, as if in some pain, so he turned his heels and ordered two attendants: "Guard well; I'll be right back."

He said 'right back', but actually slipped out of the inn, went into the market nearby, bought some rotten fish and shrimp, and smeared them 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-hour later, the inn suddenly became chaotic; exclamations, running sounds, and screams were endless.

Before the officers arrived, a shadow rushed out of the inn, turned around in the market, as if losing direction, and then turned and ran toward the city.

This person was Fu Shanyue.

He discovered something wrong while refining the 'spirit medicine' and figured out the key, so he rushed out to settle the account with the culprit.

However, the scent was interrupted behind the market, and there was a fishy smell everywhere; he was also burning with rage, dizzy, and couldn't distinguish carefully.

At this time, Fu Shanyue's limbs were already a bit stiff, and his posture when running was strange. The residents of Tongcheng were used to all kinds of monsters and only glanced sideways at his strange behavior.

Fu Shanyue held his stomach and suddenly turned and ran out of the city.

Even if he ate something he shouldn't have, his speed was still very fast, and the tracker could barely keep up.

Out of the city, he rushed into the mountain forest all the way and never came out again.

Two hours later, Fujiu arrived with other guards: "Search the mountain! A passerby said earlier that the Young Master rushed into this mountain area."

This search lasted until dusk.

Finally, an attendant found a wooden sculpture lying face up in a mountain gully; looking at its features, it was exactly Fu Shanyue!

Everyone was confused, and one of the attendants swallowed his saliva and said: "What, what does this mean?"

The wooden sculpture's face was twisted, and its expression was ferocious, but its features were clearly Fu Shanyue.

The Young Master came here earlier, but they searched everywhere and couldn't find anyone, yet they found a wooden sculpture exactly like the Young Master.

This couldn't be the Young Master, right? "What are you thinking!" Fujiu said with a dark face, "Of course this isn't the Young Master; keep looking!"

Everyone searched from night until the next afternoon, and naturally, they found nothing.

Fujiu withdrew the team dejectedly.

However, that night, he quietly left the inn, rode his horse for fifteen or sixteen miles to the east, and arrived at a small town.

This town had only six or seven hundred people, called Tianhe Town, and the townspeople were mostly farmers and long-term laborers.

Fujiu walked near one of the residential houses and knocked on the door gently, two short and three long.

When he walked near, the neighbor opened the door to look at him twice, then shrank back without a word.

(End of chapter)