Chapter 74

"Young Master, why do we have to dress like this?"

"Going far away needs to be low-key, to avoid being targeted!"

"But Young Master, you are so handsome, it seems very difficult to be low-key."

"You poked my pain point again."

"I didn't mean to! Then why did Young Master bring me?"

"Do you want me to drive the carriage myself? Or A Gou that guy blowing cowhide without level all the way with me?"

"Slave, slave is so happy, slave wants to play a flute for Young Master!"

"Get lost!"

The broken carriage moved forward slowly on the road, two horned horses rubbing their hair against each other while walking.

Su Wan'er drove the carriage seriously, Heng Xian slept in the carriage with a thatch in his mouth.

The sky was blue, and on both sides were barren mountains and lakes.

This was already the thirteenth day they went out.

Heng Xian had long lost the freshness and joy of the outside world when he first left the "Novice Village".

This world is densely populated, with countless hills, cities, villages, towns, and tribes along the way.

There is no lack of sects, dart agencies, officials, and bandits.

Even high-level cultivators flying through the sky and escaping the earth passed by.

The local customs and lifestyles are different everywhere.

At first, it felt fun, but after traveling too much, I didn't want to see anything.

Just at this time, the carriage stopped, Su Wan'er said tremblingly: "Young Master! We... seem to have encountered bandits again!"

As soon as the voice fell, a rude scolding came from the front:

"This mountain is opened by me, this tree is planted by me, if you want to pass through this road, leave the road money!"

Heng Xian got up lazily and looked over, only to see thirty or forty ferocious-looking rough men carrying knives and swords standing in front.

Judging from the momentum, the highest realm had reached the Seventh Tier of Condensing Qi.

Heng Xian sighed and shouted: "Which world's bandit slogan is uniformly consistent, it's really strange, there is no connotation at all!"

A group of bandits looked at each other: "What are you muttering about, kid?"

"I'm saying your slogan is too earthy, it's already out of date!"

Heng Xian jumped off the carriage and walked towards the group of bandits step by step, full of interest: "You can change some slogans! For example, 'Stop! Your souls belong to the immortals, your money belongs to me!'

Doesn't that bring out the humor!

For another example, you can appropriately sell some local specialties, don't want 1998 for a roasted sweet potato, don't want 998, only 90,000 low-grade spirit crystals.

For another example, you can send people to wait by the roadside, if a carriage passes by, directly dump it under the wheels, and it won't get up without 100,000 low-grade spirit crystals!

If it really doesn't work, you guys dance belly dance, shout welcome old iron passing by 666, thank the big brother for the low-grade spirit crystals sent.

Look! It's all robbery experience! You rob happily, we can accept it, maybe we can develop a friendship!"

"Clang..."

The spiritual artifacts of a group of bandits fell to the ground.

A dog-headed military advisor muttered: "This kid... is he crazy?"

Bandit leader pinched his chin: "Why do I feel... what he said makes sense?"

Dog-headed military advisor said: "Could it be a peer?"

Bandit leader saluted: "Little brother, please! I think... maybe..."

"You don't need to think! I only want what I think!"

Just at this time, a cold voice came from the mountain road on the opposite side.

Heng Xian and a pile of bandits couldn't help but look together.

Only to see a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy carrying a sword walking over step by step.

His appearance was very strange, not tall, with a bump on his forehead, a flat nose, and flat eyes, with two rabbit teeth, a bit like a groundhog.

As he approached, strings of invisible sword energy followed like a shadow, rushing straight in all directions.

"Who is coming?" A group of bandits raised their spiritual artifacts.

The boy's expression was calm: "I don't have a name, people killed by me call me Monkey!"

Bandit leader laughed: "You don't look like a monkey, more like a mutated mouse!"

"They also said so, so... they died!"

The boy pulled out a broken long sword, sword energy whistling, fast as thunder.

"Puff!" The bandit leader and the dog-headed military advisor became two halves.

The corpses fell to the ground, and blood spread.

A group of ordinary bandits were stunned, then screamed and turned to run.

The boy looked at them indifferently, waving his long sword casually.

"Swoosh swoosh swoosh..."

Countless sword energies flashed, as if completely left to his arbitrary control, dozens of bandits were separated from their heads.

The air was filled with a thick smell of blood.

The boy seemed to have done an insignificant thing, put away his sword, glanced at Heng Xian and Su Wan'er indifferently: "You are saved, salute and leave!"

Heng Xian blinked: "Did I ask you to save me?"

"Uh!" The boy was stunned, then sneered, "Could it be that you are in the same group as the bandits?"

Su Wan'er jumped off the carriage and "spat": "You are in the same group as the bandits, we are good people!"

"Since you are good people, salute me and leave!" The boy scolded coldly.

Heng Xian rubbed his nose: "However, we didn't ask you to save us!"

The boy said coldly: "I am Monkey, chivalry for ages, eliminating violence and bringing peace is my responsibility, as long as my sword is here for one day, I will kill bad people for one day!

Even if no one asks me for help, I still have to kill bad people, one day, I will be famous in the entire cultivation world, by then... uh!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Heng Xian take out two big roasted chicken legs, handed one to Su Wan'er, and the two were eating with oil all over their mouths.

"However, you don't have anything to eat! You are thin like this ghost!" Heng Xian said vaguely.

The boy swallowed, his eyes staring straight.

Heng Xian waved: "Go, go kill your bad people! Aima, so fragrant!"

The boy swallowed again: "Can I..."

"Want to eat? Can!" Heng Xian took out a chicken leg and handed it to him.

The boy's eyes lit up, grabbed it and ate it, tore it clean in three bites, didn't chew, and swallowed it, then still unsatisfied: "I haven't eaten for three days!"

Heng Xian handed him another chicken leg: "What's your name, how old are you, where do you cultivate? What realm? Tell me and I'll give it to you!"

He couldn't see his depth at all.

The boy stared straight at the chicken leg: "I am an orphan abandoned, fourteen years old, born to be called Monkey.

I don't cultivate anywhere, when I was six, I was chased by the boss selling wild boar meat, fell into a cliff, found a jade slip in a cave, and learned from it.

Now I am in the Initial Primordial Dan Realm, no! Broke through to the Middle Primordial Dan Realm yesterday, this year I should be able to break through to the Late Primordial Dan Realm!

Next year, the year after, I can break through to Nascent Soul, by then I can teleport, and I can kill more bad people!"

"Damn!!! Protagonist!!"

Heng Xian was surprised.

Fourteen-year-old Middle Primordial Dan Realm????

Falling off a cliff randomly, encountering a chance?!

This is a proper chosen son of heaven!

"What is a protagonist?" The boy stared at the chicken leg.

Heng Xian hesitated: "Protagonist is a very terrible existence! Let's not pretend to be stupid!

It's useless for you to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger in front of me!

Tell the truth, do you have a system? Like that biu sign in for something.

Or do tasks, give you improved realm, reward items?"

The boy was blank: "I... don't understand what you are saying! Can you give me a chicken leg?"

Heng Xian stared at him carefully, really not like pretending, feeling strange in his heart, took out two more roasted chicken legs, and handed them to him together: "Alright, I'll give you three!"

The boy nodded: "What's your name?"

Heng Xian said seriously: "My name is Heng Xian, usually heroes and peerless geniuses call me Brother Heng!"

"Brother Heng, I remember you!"

The boy turned and left, "The first chicken leg is the reward for saving you, the remaining three are owed to you, I can help you do three things another day!"

"Come back, I have more than a dozen here!" Heng Xian shouted.

The boy waved: "I can't finish eating, don't want it!"

Heng Xian was a bit regretful: "You owe me three things, don't forget!"

The boy waved again: "Don't worry! I, Monkey, am destined to be a great Sword Saint! One word spoken, four horses cannot chase!"

Su Wan'er said surprisingly: "This boy is so strange, he can't even eat enough, but he still wants to be some kind of Sword Saint!"

Heng Xian looked at where the boy disappeared: "Maybe he was born to be a Sword Saint!"

The two roughly buried the bandit corpses.

The carriage continued on the road.

Su Wan'er asked: "Young Master, how long until we arrive?"

Heng Xian lay lazily with his hands behind his head: "Soon! Another half a month!"

(End of chapter)