Chapter 93 Mountain God: What do you want to do?
Feng Qing'an was stunned for a moment when he heard what sounded like a sermon, but then he kept it in mind and didn't try to draw the sword anymore. There was no injustice around him, and he couldn't draw the sword for a while.
"Remember what Big Brother taught me!"
"Master Feng, we have arrived at your house!"
Feng Qingping looked at Feng Qing'an and wanted to say something, but the driver's respectful voice had already reached the carriage.
"We're home, get out of the car!"
Feng Qingping pushed open the curtain and got off the carriage first, while Feng Qingan followed closely behind with a sword in his arms.
The moment his figure holding the sword appeared, dozens of sharp gazes fell on him, or more precisely, on the sword in his arms.
Roar!
Heishan, who was following behind Feng Qingan, noticed those unfriendly gazes and immediately let out a low roar, with demonic energy bursting out and flames raging.
"Okay, Montenegro, stop making a scene outside my house!"
Feng Qing'an could sense that the commotion caused by his eldest brother's return had alarmed many families in the village. Even though it was snowing heavily and the sky was about to get dark, there were still many people who opened their doors and looked out.
After hearing what Feng Qing'an said, Heishan restrained himself, turned into an ordinary family dog, and followed Feng Qing'an into the gate. The accompanying knights stood outside the Feng family mansion like iron towers. Only the coachman bowed and followed Heishan into the house.
"That sword..."
"Shut up!"
Outside the house, just as someone opened his mouth, he was interrupted by a stern voice.
"Do your job well!"
At first glance, this group of people seemed to be guarding the Prince Consort Feng, but in fact, they were protecting the various ghosts and gods they would meet along the way.
I really can't kill anymore!
It would be fine if it were evil sacrifices or lewd offerings, just behead them.
However, those gods of mountains and rivers, and even the gods of incense and worship appointed by the imperial court, would be stripped of their titles as the lightest punishment if they were incompetent.
If anyone harms the people or causes injury to the people due to dereliction of duty, he will be killed with a single sword without any mercy, no matter what relationship he has or whether he is a direct descendant of a noble family.
Originally, a scholar like Feng Qingping, who had passed six consecutive imperial examinations and was destined to rise to a high position, would be invited by all the ghosts and gods along the way to burn incense in the temple whenever he returned home to visit his relatives.
But this year's person is different. He holds the power to kill and dismiss ghosts and gods. He can deal with any unvirtuous gods at will.
Execute first and report later, this is a special permission granted by the emperor.
However, the power to kill gods ultimately comes from the sword in the hands of this number one scholar. The so-called special permission is nothing more than the royal family of the Great Jin trying to maintain their own reputation. After all, even if not allowed, people will still chop with swords.
Therefore, when Lord Feng went out, all the ghosts and gods along the way were trembling with fear and worried, thinking about how to use their divine power to seek welfare for the people under their rule.
The reason why this group of people exists is that, seemingly they are performing their duty of guarding, but in fact, they are trying to protect as many ghosts and gods as possible from being killed.
After all, not everyone can be a ghost or god. Once such a position becomes vacant, it is not easy to find someone to take it. Once you sit in this position, it will take at least a hundred years, and there is no such thing as temporary succession.
In the wind and snow, the villagers noticed the abnormality in front of the Feng family's house, and also discovered these knights in armor. Suddenly, Fengjia Village, which had been quiet in the wind and snow, began to become lively, and the village chief and the elders of the village came in the wind and snow.
With such a grand ceremony, anyone who is not stupid can guess that it is the Dalang of the Feng family who has returned. After all, apart from this person, no one else in their village is worthy of such a ceremony. Even the lord of the county cannot dream of such majesty.
Therefore, Feng Qing'an had just chatted a few words with his eldest brother at home when someone came outside to announce that the village chief and the village elder were coming to visit.
Feng Qingping naturally couldn't refuse the meeting, but with such a reception, Feng Qingan had no time to do anything. He could only watch as the originally deserted courtyard became lively at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Montenegro, let's go back to the room!"
Naturally, it was not Feng Qingan's turn to help with the reception this time. There were plenty of people to help deal with these matters.
"My elder brother is back. I want to sleep next to him tonight. You don't have to come over."
As night fell, Feng Qing'an suddenly thought of Nan Ge, and immediately cast the "Spirit Parasite Technique" to project his consciousness into Nan Ge who was in the netherworld.
The girl, who was originally bathing in the Soul Purifying Spring, paused slightly when she heard the voice in her heart.
She already had some understanding of Feng Qingan's elder brother, and this understanding alone was enough to make her feel awe.
"okay!"
Feng Qingan breathed a sigh of relief. If Nan Ge came over, his elder brother would definitely notice it. At that time, he would not know what to say.
"Before my eldest brother returns to Beijing, I think it's best for you not to come over!"
Ordinary people could not see Nan Ge, but Feng Qingan believed that he could not see the line of cavalry outside his house. When they saw Heishan’s true form, they were not surprised, let alone panicked.
"I'll listen to you!"
Nan Ge's voice was soft, with a hint of indiscernible sorrow in it.
"Just, how long will your eldest brother stay at home before leaving?"
"Maybe the 15th day of the first lunar month!"
Feng Qing'an guessed that it was hard to say. He actually hoped that his elder brother could stay at home for a while longer, but this was obviously impossible.
“It’s been a long time!”
"I can't help it. It's not appropriate for you to appear in front of my eldest brother now!"
Feng Qingan knew what was going on.
The next day, Feng's house was bustling again. Feng Qing'an was annoyed and found an excuse to take Heishan out of the house. After all, those people who came to visit in the wind and snow were not looking for him.
"Let's go into the mountains!"
After taking a glance at the bustling house behind him, Feng Qing'an did not hesitate, slung his sword around his waist, and rode into the mountain on Heishan.
However, just as Feng Qing'an entered the mountain, the scene of stagnation of wind and snow reappeared, and a gentleman in a green shirt appeared, his face less calm and more puzzled.
"Master Feng, what do you want to do by carrying a sword into the mountains?"
The mountain god really couldn't sleep as soon as he saw the magical power of the sword held by the young man in front of him.
Countless gods had fallen under this sword, among them was the Great River Dragon God, whose bloodline was much higher than his, and who was only one step away from transforming into a dragon. He shed his blood under this sword. He could see the despair and unwillingness of these gods when they were killed by this sword.
This is a sword that has wiped out all gods and killed dragons!
This sword was originally made of ordinary iron and dead wood, but now that it is held by someone and has killed so many gods without breaking, it is no longer an ordinary weapon.
Nourished by the blood, spirits and divine souls of many gods, this sword has developed extraordinary spirituality. When the man wielding the sword kills the gods, the sword intent to eliminate all injustice in the world and the indestructible murderous intent are left behind.
Now, even though the sword holder is a teenager, once the sword is unsheathed, even if he is the god of a mountain, he will be worried, because this sword is too powerful for him!
