Chapter 60: Bamboo Horse, Qi-Luck

East Lake Mountain is strange, dangerous, and steep. The cliff where Zhao Xing is located has clouds and mist, and the end cannot be seen at all, but it is at least four or five hundred meters high.

Falling straight down from such a height?

Zhao Xing looked closely and found that the person was already bloody and blurry, and even lost some parts.

But he actually hadn't died yet!

Under the observation of the Bright Eye, the person's vitality still existed.

"What thing, scared the hell out of me!" Zong Shichang jumped up from the chair.

"It's a person." Zhao Xing cast the Bright Eye spell.

"Dead or alive?"

"Not dead yet, but almost."

"Not good! I know this person!" Zong Shichang looked at it carefully for a few glances, and his face changed.

Then he immediately ran to the gravel pile and squatted down.

Zhao Xing observed the surroundings, supported the moving clouds, and then walked over slowly.

"Brother Wang, you, why did you fall from the mountain?" Zong Shichang ran into the gravel pile and squatted down.

"Pig, pig..." The man surnamed Wang looked like a martial artist. He only had half a body left, but he hadn't died yet and even had the strength to speak.

"Pig? Where is there a pig?" Zong Shichang said. "Brother Wang, speak clearly."

"Horse, horse..."

"Horse? What do you want to say?" Zong Shichang was confused. Pig and horse, what exactly did he want to say?

"Brother Wang, if you have any last words, please say them clearly. No, after passing the Worry-Forget Tablet, I won't remember them either."

"You, uh~" The man surnamed Wang stared, dying with his eyes wide open, not knowing if he was angered by Zong Shichang.

"Don't worry, although I don't know why, you died for my Zong family. After going out, I will take good care of your family." Zong Shichang reached out with some sorrow to close the other's eyes.

It was strange to say, after the man died completely, a Nether Wind suddenly came out, the gravel pile began to sink, and the two halves of the man's body were sucked into the ground.

Zhao Xing and Zong Shichang saw this and bowed together, worshiping the ground.

This was the Yin God of East Lake Mountain, sending the official's remains out.

Leaving the gravel pile, before Zhao Xing could ask, Zong Shichang took the initiative to say: "This person is called Wang Dong, a member of the Martial Office of Mai County. Among the four people my family entrusted, he was one of them."

"He didn't reach the eighth stage of Qi Gathering until he was forty-five, and he was slow to be promoted. This year he begged my family, and my father promised to get him a position as a guard this year. I didn't expect that he would lose his life here less than an hour after going up the mountain."

"Brother Zhao, you say he was pig and horse before he died, was he complaining about me, that he shouldn't have taken this errand?"

Zhao Xing shook his head and said: "If he was complaining about you, how could he rest assured that you would take care of his family?"

Zong Shichang seemed to be relieved: "That's true, but what exactly did he want to tell me?"

Zhao Xing didn't speak, lost in thought.

A person died, and Zong Shichang had no mood to drink wine and enjoy the scenery, sitting there frowning and thinking.

Unexpectedly, before it was quiet for long, a miserable and urgent cry came from the depths of the dense forest, mixed with the roar of unknown beasts.

Fortunately, the roar gradually moved away after a while.

After a while, Zong Shichang got up, took out a box from the box, and walked over: "Brother Zhao, I intend to climb the mountain, so I won't accompany you here."

"Why change your mind?" Zhao Xing asked.

Zong Shichang sighed: "I originally planned to wait at the foot of the mountain. But now it seems that since I have entered the mountain, it is not safe whether it is on the mountain or at the foot of the mountain."

"I intend to contact the other three. If we gather together, with their protection, it will be safer."

"There is a box of Qi Gathering Pills here, you take it and use it, let's say goodbye here."

Zhao Xing looked at the medicine box Zong Shichang put down: "Brother Zong, wait a moment."

Zong Shichang turned his head back, his face showing confusion.

Zhao Xing said slowly: "I didn't want to say more, and I don't know if it's good or bad for you to say it, but I saw that the brother surnamed Wang you invited was already seriously injured before falling off the cliff."

"His chest was collapsed, which should be caused by a blunt object collision, and according to the last words he left, it should refer to the treasure of the Gong family, the Unicorn Bamboo Horse."

Zong Shichang was stunned first, then suddenly realized.

Zhao Xing said again: "Let me guess boldly again, your family's transaction with the brother surnamed Wang may not be unknown to others."

"The Zong family does big business in Nanyang Prefecture, so it's hard to avoid jealousy. Assuming someone wants to move against you by this opportunity, then this accident is afraid that he blocked the disaster for you."

Zong Shichang's face changed, and his eyes became suspicious.

Zhao Xing said lightly: "East Lake Mountain has Yin God supervision, although killing is forbidden. But snatching and fighting are not forbidden. This boundary and measure have always been very vague, otherwise it wouldn't be set up with a Worry-Forget Tablet."

"Besides, killing doesn't necessarily have to be done by oneself. Assuming I fight with you for spiritual beauty, cast magic to tie you up and throw you here, and later a fierce beast eats you, this is not considered a violation of the rules, it can only be considered your bad luck."

"You don't lack this spiritual beauty, I still suggest you go down the mountain directly, don't take this risk."

Zong Shichang frowned, seemingly thinking about Zhao Xing's words.

It can be seen that this rich young man hasn't suffered any poison, after all, everyone around him is flattering and fawning, and everyone gives his father three points of face, so where would he think so much?

Now reminded by Zhao Xing, he seemed to associate something, his face changed, seemingly struggling.

Zhao Xing continued: "If you must go up, you should keep an eye on yourself. If you encounter someone riding a bamboo horse, turn around and leave, don't bet your life on my guess being wrong."

Seeing Zong Shichang thinking, Zhao Xing didn't say any more.

If he said more, it would be taboo.

Just as he said just now, having an accident on the mountain is bad luck.

Bad luck, how to be an official in the Qi-Luck Dynasty?

Similarly, if the national Qi-Luck gives promotion to those whose innate Qi-Luck is poor, it has to pay a greater price.

The national Qi-Luck has to consider the balance of payments, so there is a rule that officials return their luck to the dynasty after death.

There are also people like Xue Wen who haven't been promoted for decades, which boils down to the old agricultural official's innate Qi-Luck level being too low, and he can only be a ninth-rank official unless he can make a great contribution. But as an agricultural official in the rear, it is very difficult to have the opportunity to make a great contribution.

Harvesting spiritual beauty is both to filter out those with bad luck and to give people opportunities to make up for Qi-Luck.

Of course, there are more methods than these, but he doesn't intend to say too much about the details here.

His reminder of these can be considered worthy of the information Zong Shichang provided earlier.

"Good, I understand, thank you Brother Zhao." Zong Shichang cupped his hands.

Zhao Xing nodded and watched him leave.

As for whether Zong Shichang believed it or not? And who he had any grudges with, and whether he would continue to climb the mountain? He had no interest in knowing, and didn't intend to pay attention.

His Vajra Bamboo and Evergreen Ivy were about to ripen.

As for whether Zong Shichang actually believed it or not, what grudges he might hold against whom, or whether he would continue to climb the mountain—he had no interest in knowing, nor did he intend to pay any attention.

His Diamond Bamboo and Green Vines were about to ripen.