Southern Border, Seven Mile Cave
Qili Dong was the location of the Miao tribe's sacrificial altar. It was once the most prosperous place of the Miao tribe. Unfortunately, during the Beast King's calamity, they were defeated by the beast demons. The Miao people had no choice but to leave their old land and flee to another place to seek a safe place. Beast demons ran amok in Seven Mile Cave, setting fires and smashing houses, creating a foul atmosphere. After the Beast King was defeated, the beast demons left the Seven Mile Cave and returned to the Hundred Thousand Mountains. The Miao people could finally return to their hometown, but what they saw was the unrecognizable Qili Cave, as well as some rotten flesh and broken bones under the collapsed houses. They could not help but feel grief and indignation. People began to repair their houses and bury their bones, rebuilding this sacred land of the Miao tribe. Now, he had finally recovered his vitality. Although the Ghost King's tribulation was raging, it collapsed as soon as it reached the Green Cloud Mountain. Therefore, it did not harass this place. Otherwise, the place that had just stabilized would be in chaos again. Wouldn't the Miao residents want to cry but have no tears?
The current residents of Qili Dong were like family. Every day, they would leave early and return late, helping each other out and having fun, hoping to once again push Seven Mile Cave to prosperity. In just a few months, it had already recovered a lot of its appearance. The number of inns, restaurants, and stalls was increasing, and it was actually wealthier than some of the towns in the Central Plains.
Now, the clothes of the residents of Seven Mile Cave were different. The clothes of the Five Flowers and Ten Factions included many clothes from the Central Plains, some immortal clothes, and Daoist robes. They were most likely given to them by some orthodox sects when they were in a panic. Although their clothes were different, they all had one thing in common, and that was that they were old. If you looked carefully, you would see that although their clothes were clean and tidy, they rarely wore new clothes. Most of their clothes had more or less patches.
On the street, there was a person walking. Although he was also wearing tattered clothes, it was a black shirt made of high-end materials. There was a monkey with three eyes on his shoulder. It was looking around with its three eyes as if it was looking for something. Occasionally, when someone saw them, they would start to recall where they had seen this person before. Some people thought about it for a long time and laughed it off (they couldn't remember); Some people thought for a long time and suddenly realized that they had already disappeared from their sight. This person was Zhang Xiaofan, who had come here after a few days of running around.
Zhang Xiaofan looked at the tightly shut doors and windows of the houses and felt depressed. It was noon, but only a few families were eating. The rest of the houses were closed. The houses were newly built and did not seem to be uninhabited. Only a few people were guarding the altar, and there were few people on the streets and fields. It was unknown when most of the residents had left the town.
At the corner of a street, Xiao Hui's eyes suddenly lit up and he ran forward. Zhang Xiaofan walked in and realized that it was a tavern.
The Miao people were all strong and fond of wine. The wine they brewed was also extremely strong. Xiao Hui's first time drinking was in this Seven Mile Cave. At that time, Xiao Hui was drunk and had his fill. After returning to the Central Plains, his alcohol tolerance had increased, but he had never encountered such an extremely strong wine like the one in Qili Cave, so he missed this place very much. Now that it had returned, how could it forget this matter?
When Zhang Xiaofan thought of this, a smile finally appeared on his haggard face. Just as he was about to walk in, a shout came from inside. Perhaps the shopkeeper had spent a few days in the Central Plains and had learned the language of the Central Plains. It was difficult for him to change it for a moment. He actually shouted in the Central Plains language,"Where did this wild monkey come from? Where are you running to? Don't run, you…Oh my, my head! I don't believe I can't catch you, you wild monkey…"
Boom…
Bang! Bang!
There was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, followed by the sound of a table and chair colliding. Xiao Hui was like a victorious general, carrying a large wine jar as he walked out jubilantly. Behind him was a furious unlucky fellow, panting heavily, his thin face covered in blood.
Zhang Xiaofan saw Xiao Hui walking to his feet and said to the unlucky guy,""Xiao Hui is extremely naughty and annoyed the shop owner. I apologize here and hope that the shop owner will not lower himself to the level of a monkey. This silver was considered compensation for the losses in the shop. In addition, he also brought some wine and dishes.”As he spoke, he took out ten taels of silver.
The unlucky shop owner took the silver and panted heavily. He looked at Zhang Xiaofan and walked into the shop without saying anything. Zhang Xiaofan then walked in with Xiao Hui.
There were only two or three people in the tavern. The tables and chairs in the middle were scattered on the ground. It seemed that it was the ruins of the battlefield just now. Zhang Xiaofan sat down at an empty table in the back and waited for the dishes to be served. Xiao Hui placed the wine jar on the table and stuck his head into the jar, enjoying the wine.
Xiao Hui's actions attracted a few mocking gazes, but Zhang Xiaofan didn't care at all. He was thinking about how the shop owner was able to suppress his anger and accept him as a customer after he took out the money.
This was probably the power of money.
Zhang Xiaofan was once the Vice Sect Leader of the Ghost King Sect and had never thought about the use of money. Later on, he wanted to live in seclusion in Caomiao Village and live alone. Naturally, he did not have anything to do with the word 'money'. A few days ago, Zhou Yixian had cheated him of his last few taels of silver in River Sun City. He then flew south for another day and stayed overnight in a town. Only then did he understand the pain of not having money. That night, he and Xiao Hui spent the night deep in the mountains, but unexpectedly, a demonic beast appeared. Although this beast was tall and powerful, it was able to break trees with its fists. However, under Xiao Hui's control, it quickly became Zhang Xiaofan's barbecue target. While they were eating with relish, countless villagers rushed up and said that they were killing demon beasts. When the villagers saw the dead demon beast, they called Zhang Xiaofan an immortal and took him down the mountain. The next day, they even gave him several taels of silver. Zhang Xiaofan thought that it might be useful in the Southern Border, so he accepted it. He also asked Xiao Hui to accept many such 'trades' along the way. Perhaps it was because there were too many remaining demonic beasts from the first demonic beast tribulation, and the righteous path did not have time to care about this matter, they had obtained several hundred taels in just a few days. If Zhou Yixian were to learn of this money-making method, Daoist Wild Dog would most likely lose his life once again.
When Zhang Xiaofan thought of this, he couldn't help but smile. But after a moment, he returned to his sad expression.
At this moment, the dishes were served. Xiao Hui threw away the empty wine jar and jumped to the other wine jars. This time, the owner only glared at him angrily and ignored him. Zhang Xiaofan also picked up the small wine jug on the table.
After a few people paid the bill and left, only two people were left, but Zhang Xiaofan hadn't asked anything yet.
The sound of footsteps could be heard from outside. A Miao man appeared at the door. His right leg was bandaged and he was limping. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.
He walked over to Zhang Xiaofan's table and was obviously stunned when he saw Zhang Xiaofan. Then, he shouted in surprise,""Hero."
Zhang Xiaofan looked up at him and said,""You know me?"
"Of course I do. The last time you came to Qi Li Dong, I even had a drinking competition with your friends.”
This reminded Zhang Xiaofan,""Are you the soldier who fell into the river and borrowed wine from a family?”
Cripple's face turned red. He had been thrown into the river, and then he had gone to a house to steal the wine. Now that Zhang Xiaofan had mentioned it, it had become a normal thing. He laughed and said,""Why did Hero come to Seven Mile Cave this time? Is there anything I can help with?"
"Why do you call me a hero?"
"Hero, there's no need to hide it. When you came to ask the Great Magus for help, you promised to help resist the Beast King. Later on, the Beast King invaded the Central Plains and suffered a great defeat. The Beast King fled back to the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Then, Hero also came, and Hero also entered the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Then, a strange phenomenon occurred in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Fiery rocks fell from the sky for three days, and the Beast King never moved again. It must have been Hero's doing, right?”The cripple replied, his tone full of admiration."The hero killed the Beast King, so he is naturally the hero of our new Sorcerer Tribe.”
Although the Beast King didn't die by Zhang Xiaofan's hands, it was still related to Zhang Xiaofan. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that Zhang Xiaofan killed the Beast King.
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