Chapter 242 Demon Moon
The scenery in Jiangnan is picturesque in March.
A tea stall on the roadside.
"Fifteen years ago, the world began to go into chaos... Until now, a situation has finally formed between the Great Zhou in the North and the Demonic Moon in the South... Although the two dynasties coexist, there has been no major war, which is a great benefit to ordinary people like us..."
An old farmer sighed.
Upon hearing this, a scholar who was drinking tea in the teahouse stood up and said, "Half of the world... has been taken over by the demon race. The country has changed color and it is no longer a country..."
"Haha...you can only say this here. If you dare to do this in the city, you will be thrown into jail immediately!" Suddenly, a big man in black clothes and a curly beard sneered.
At his side was a simple long sword with a sheath, and he seemed to be a swordsman traveling around the world with his sword.
"Humph... How can a commoner like you understand the world's affairs ?"
The scholar looked at the sword and did not dare to get angry. He could only sit down angrily and mutter something in a low voice.
Unexpectedly, the black-clothed swordsman had amazing hearing ability and also heard this. He laughed and said, "Since Yan's swordsmanship has been perfected, he has traveled all over the world... He has saved people, killed monsters, and also killed monsters who did evil... Do you think Yan is qualified to talk about world affairs?"
"Surname Yan? You are..."
The scholar seemed to have thought of something, but did not dare to say more and hurriedly got up and left.
"Haha, this brother is so courageous and brave... Please have a drink!"
In the corner of the tea stall, a young Taoist suddenly stood up and filled a glass of wine for Yan Xiake.
The wine was pure green in color and had a rich aroma. It immediately made Yan Xiake's eyes light up. He drank a glass and sighed with satisfaction: "Good wine, really good wine. To have such a fine wine, you must be rich or noble!"
"It's just a glass of wine. If you like it, I'll give you a few more jars..."
The young Taoist took the opportunity to sit at the same table with Yan Xiake, and ordered a dish of braised meat and a plate of fruits. He said with a smile: "I have been concentrating on practicing Taoism and am not very familiar with the affairs of the world. I have only recently come out to travel. I would like to ask, how has the world changed?"
“This … is really hard to say!” Yan Xiake was a forthright person. He picked up the chopsticks and started eating. Then he sighed, “Back then… when King Gui of the Great Zhou ascended the throne, the world was in danger. Later, we finally asked Fang Xiandao to help… Fang Xiandao’s sect has indeed produced true immortals. The Taoists under his tutelage are much more powerful than other Taoists. In one battle, they killed many monsters…”
"However, among the monsters, the most terrifying White Ape Great Sage has been lurking all the time, but has been spreading the Emperor's Osmosis, causing the situation in the south to continue to deteriorate... forming a situation of confrontation between the south and the north."
"Perhaps the immortal ancestor of Fang Xiandao stepped in and restrained the white ape, otherwise the Great Zhou Dynasty would be doomed..."
"After that, the Great Zhou occupied the north of the Tianhe River and was called the Northern Zhou, and the south was called the Great Shun... After a few years, it was heard that the King of the Great Shun suddenly repented and wanted to rebel against the demon tribe, but was killed..."
"Then... Ning Boshang, the Grand Commander of Lingzhou, led his army southward, occupied all the land in the south, and established the Yue Dynasty... He was also a great hero. If he had submitted to the imperial court, perhaps the world would have been unified. Unfortunately, he met the wrong person and married a monster... He died of illness not long after occupying the south. Now his wife, Hen Crows in the Morning, has temporarily taken over the throne and is known as the 'Empress'. Do you think the south is a monster? Even a woman can be an emperor."
"That's why the northerners contemptuously call the South the 'Demon Moon Dynasty'!"
"But since the empress ascended the throne, she has dealt with corrupt officials, enforced strict laws, and allowed the people to rest and recuperate. Even the monsters have been subject to certain restrictions... The situation under the rule of the South is actually better than that of the Great Zhou. Don't you think it's strange?"
Yan Xiake said a word and took a sip of wine , and soon he had finished a whole jar.
His face wasn't red, and he wasn't out of breath. He seemed to be getting more energetic the more he drank.
"Haha... Are you wondering why the demon race is ruling and the empress is ruling, but they are happier than the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty?"
The Taoist smiled and said, "This is because of the division of resources. The world is like a piece of cake, and there are only so many shares. If more people share it, everyone will get less... In the Great Zhou, the relationship between civil and military officials is complicated, and the civilians are exploited. In the Yaoyue Dynasty, this kind of thing cannot be said to be uncommon, but scholars and military officers are only second-class people, and there are still demons above them to suppress them... But the demons don't care about the pie that humans care about, so they can give more shares to the civilians..."
"What you said may sound shocking at first, but if you think about it carefully, it does make some sense..." Yan Xiake praised.
"This is just my opinion."
The young Taoist waved his hand: "Brother, have you ever killed a monster? No... maybe just a spirit monster? Real monsters have magical powers and magic, they are extraordinary, and only the Taoist alchemists can defeat them!"
"I don't know either, but it's just a particularly large wolf demon, and it seems to have some spiritual wisdom..." When Yan Xiake said this, a look of yearning appeared on his face: "The true teachings of the Taoist sect are naturally extraordinary, but it's a pity that it's difficult to enter the mountain gate... In the exam two years ago, tens of thousands of people flocked to it, but in the end, only a dozen outer gate servants were accepted... I heard that the relationship between the Taoist priests and the demon tribe is a bit unclear."
From the looks of it, he might have mixed in, hoping to pass the exam, but ultimately failed.
"Haha, come to think of it, the alchemists and the monsters are actually from the same family..." The young Taoist laughed, "Back then, the ancestor of the monster race, the Great White Ape, was the pet of Taoist Fang Xian, but he stole his elixir and Taoist scriptures, escaped, and did such a big thing... In order to curb the monster race, Taoist Fang Xian had to open the mountain gate and create the Taoism. Therefore, it is normal that the skills of the alchemists and the monsters are similar."
Yan Xiake was already stunned, but suddenly his eyes lit up: "Such a secret...how do you know it? You are also a Taoist, could you be a person of the Fangxian Dao?"
"Exactly."
The Taoist laughed: "Besides... you don't know yet? A big event is about to happen in this world."
"What's the big deal?" asked Yan Xiake.
"On the fifteenth day of the eighth month, the night of the full moon, the Taoist Immortal Fang Xian challenged the Great Sage White Ape to a duel at Chibi River!"
The Taoist spoke every word with great emphasis.
"What? Are these two great men finally going to fight each other again? I heard that they were very restrained before..." Yan Xiake's eyes were indeed as big as copper bells.
"Yes... After struggling for more than ten years, it's finally time for a battle." The young Taoist sighed, "I went to Chibi River for this battle..."
"May I ask that immortal, are you sure?"
Xiake Yan stared at the young Taoist without blinking.
If the other party had not revealed it, he would have missed this absolutely earth-shattering and stunning battle that deserves to be recorded in history books.
"It cannot be said..."
The young Taoist stood up, with the sound of wind echoing around him, as if he was about to fly away in the next moment.
Yan Xiake's eyes lit up and he chased out of the tea shed: "Are you a real immortal?"
"No, I am Miaoyu!"
The young Taoist's voice lingered, but his figure was gone.
