Chapter 10 This Warrior is Super Strong but Overly Cautious
"When the Black Tiger appears, all evil spirits must stay away!"
It's a nice day.
A convoy of escorts was driving slowly on the official road. In the front was a porter, holding a flag embroidered with a black tiger in both hands, leading the way.
Fang Xian was riding a chestnut horse, looking around with great interest. This was his first escort mission.
Next to him was the escort Liu Yan, who was dressed in a seductive and gorgeous manner, and Qian Sanwu, who was used to having a blank expression.
"Hehe... Little Brother Fang, you'd better close your eyes and rest. This time we need to deliver the convoy to Black Mountain County. In the first half of the journey through this county, there shouldn't be any bold robbers to provoke us. But it will be different after we leave the county..."
"Heishan County..." Fang Xian had a half-smile on his face, thinking of the group of martial artists he had sent away in the tea shed before, who seemed to be from the Qingyu Sect in this county.
After some indirect inquiry, I found out that the Qingyu Sect was indeed just a second-rate force. Apart from the sect leader Han Yunfeng who was suspected to be a congenital, there were no other disciples who could hold their own.
"I wonder if there are any famous martial artists in Black Mountain County?"
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask.
"If we talk about the most famous person in Black Mountain County, it's naturally that 'one crazy person'."
At this time, Qian Sanwu, who had been expressionless all the time, suddenly spoke, and there was some admiration in his tone.
"The lunatic in 'a monk, a Taoist priest, and a lunatic, two dragons, four kings, and six sect leaders'?" Fang Xian became interested: "Is he actually from Black Mountain County?"
"Hehe... most people in the martial arts world don't really know this secret." Liu Yan laughed so hard that her body shook with laughter: "Only Qian Biaotou, who was born in Black Mountain County, knows a little bit about it."
"how so?"
"Of course it's because the court wants to cover up. Back then, this 'Chu Kuang Ren', with just one man and one sword, killed the most vicious people in the Yuanwu Kingdom's palace..." Liu Yan said, "A monk, a Taoist priest and a madman, they are now the top supreme masters in the martial arts world, with a reputation far higher than that of the two dragons and the four kings, as well as the leaders of the six major sects... And the reason why Chu Kuang Ren is more respected by Escort Master Qian is that he has no Taoist sect to help him, nor does he have any amazing inheritance or skills. He only relies on external martial arts to enter the innate realm and is invincible in all battles."
"Senior masters are really admirable." During this period, Fang Xian occasionally went to restaurants and other places to listen to news. He was not a rookie, but he still admired these grassroots masters.
Only those who have truly climbed up from the bottom know that the effort they need to put in is several times or even dozens of times that of those with excellent backgrounds!
"Supreme Grandmaster, I don't know what realm he is at..."
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Ten days later.
Black Mountain County.
Cangyuan Mountain.
The mountain roads here are rugged, with many wild monkeys as a nuisance, and it is also a place where bandits often appear.
"Everyone cheer up, after we pass this mountain pass, we can go to the city to drink wine and eat meat!"
Qian Sanwu and others held weapons in their hands and looked around vigilantly, no longer as leisurely as before.
"Huh? Why did it stop?"
Just then, the convoy suddenly stopped.
A porter in front came running over, clasped his fists and reported: "There's something wrong ahead, please go take a look."
Fang Xian nodded, rode his horse with Liu Yan and Qian Sanwu to the front of the convoy.
I saw a person lying on the road ahead, his face on the ground. His features could not be seen clearly, and there was a pool of almost solidified black blood around him.
"It seems that he was a scholar who was robbed and even lost his life. What a sin!"
Liu Yan took one look and just shook her head.
"Humph, you don't know how high the heaven is and how deep the earth is. You deserve to die... Why are you still standing there? Just clean it up and bury it!"
Qian Sanwu said coldly.
"Yes." Several porters looked at each other and were about to go forward to collect the bodies.
"etc!"
Fang Xian suddenly whipped his whip.
"how?"
Liu Yan and Qian Sanwu looked at him strangely.
"How can you be sure that this person is dead? What if it is a fake trap?" Fang Xian said, "The lives of our porters are also lives!"
"Hmph... I'm not blind. His body didn't move at all, and he didn't breathe. Plus, there was so much blood... He's obviously dead."
Qian Sanwu snorted coldly, indicating that as an old hand in the world, he had eaten more salt than Fang Xian had eaten rice.
"I can't guarantee that. Maybe there are some evil techniques to pretend to be dead in the martial arts world!"
Fang Xian insisted on his opinion.
He was not suffering from paranoia or being overly cautious, it was just that his [Dongxuan Eye] saw that the man was still alive, and not only alive, but also very healthy.
Such a healthy warrior was lying on the road, obviously not planning to treat us to a meal.
Of course, this involves his trump card, so he naturally cannot say it openly.
He thought about it and asked an escort to hand him the longbow.
This bow is not as good as a crossbow, but it is much better than the one he used for hunting before, and its strength is as strong as three stones.
"drink!"
He took a breath and spoke, then suddenly shot an arrow at the 'corpse'.
puff!
The arrow pierced directly into the back of the corpse, but the corpse did not move.
Quack!
Several black crows were calling in the surrounding trees, and the scene was a little awkward for a moment.
"Haha..." Qian Sanwu's expressionless face burst into laughter. Liu Yan wanted to come up and comfort Fang Xian: "It's good for young people to be cautious, but don't overdo it..."
clank!
Before he finished speaking, Fang Xian shot three arrows in succession.
Suddenly, the corpse began to move.
It bounced up quickly, as if it could walk without moving its knees, and flew backwards like a zombie.
But it was too late. After two arrows missed, an arrow pierced straight into its chest.
Puff!
Bleeding was gushing out.
The zombie held onto the tree trunk, his face full of grief and anger. "Three consecutive arrows, great archery skills! I never thought that I, Jiang Lang, the zombie fist, would die here... That kid, how did you see through my death-enduring technique?"
Jiang Lang was filled with grief and indignation.
He is a famous thief in Black Mountain County. Because he practiced Zombie Fist, his body usually looks like a dead person. He often uses this to lie on the official road to attract people's attention.
Once someone approaches, he will suddenly kill them, and it is often easy for him to succeed.
I didn't expect to meet Fang Xian, this unreliable guy, today, and he actually shot an arrow at him!
It's all clear in the world. Could it be that this kid has a habit of whipping corpses?
But it was too late to dodge, so Jiang Lang decided to go all out and rely on the "art of endurance", which was actually an unholy skill of ignoring physical pain and pretending to be a corpse to completely dispel the enemy's suspicion.
In his heart, he was already prepared to cut this guy who shot the arrow into pieces.
But I didn't expect that even after making such a great sacrifice in my 'disguise', I was still easily seen through by this kid.
"I didn't see through any death-enduring technique..."
Amid the admiring and astonished gazes of the crowd, Fang Xian scratched his head as if embarrassed : "I just felt that one arrow was not safe, so I tried a few more..."
"puff!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Lang vomited a mouthful of blood into the sky and fell straight down.
The arrow wound on his back was just a minor one, but the arrow in his chest had pierced through his vitals, and even a god could not save him.
"Did he get mad to death?"
The people in the escort agency looked at Fang Xian with very strange expressions.
