Dawn soon arrived. The dew soaked Fu Yuanming's clothes, and he vaguely heard coughing.
The coughing sound was very soft, as if it was being suppressed by its owner.
Fu Yuanming turned around and looked at his home, thinking of his wife and children.
Wiping his face, he sheathed his sword and hung it at his waist.
He fetched water from the well, poured the wrapped herbs into the medicine stove, mixed it with water, and started the fire. He was very familiar with all the housework. He fanned the small stove with a small cattail leaf fan. Seeing that the flame was getting bigger and bigger, he heaved a sigh of relief.
Looking at the flame that was constantly licking the dry wood, his heart slowly calmed down.
"Father, I'm going to the martial arts school!" Fu Qingrong said.”
"Hmm, do you have enough money on you? Do you need me to give you some more?”
"It's enough. You don't need it?"
"Yes, work hard in the dojo.”
"Got it!"
Fu Qingrong said with a smile.
Fu Yuanming knew that in the past few months, his son had relied on the " Gale Technique " to improve his son's cultivation by leaps and bounds. He had already reached the middle stage of the Cyclone realm, and could be considered one of the best among his peers in the dojo!
Fu Yuanming thought to himself, Looks like I have to work hard too!
Ever since he lost his arm, he no longer had much enthusiasm for cultivation. He had almost no hope in the path of martial arts.
However, after he received the feedback from the longsword yesterday, his extinguished passion was reignited.
Perhaps, with the help of that mysterious sword, his right arm could grow back?
It was not impossible to regrow a severed limb, but the price required was too high. It was not something that a small martial artist like Fu Yuanming could afford.
Now that he had this sword, he saw hope again.
In fact, Fu Yuanming also knew that his son was younger than him and had more talent in martial arts than him. If he gave the mysterious sword to his son to use, perhaps the effect would be better.
However, he was only thinking about it.
Fu Qingrong was too young, and the power of his longsword was too dangerous. He was afraid that his son would not be able to resist the fatal temptation and become an evil demon.
After all, even he, Fu Yuanming, had almost fallen for it yesterday.
Two years passed in the blink of an eye.
As a non-living being, Chen Hao couldn't feel aging and had almost no enemies. Because he was extremely bored, the thing he did most of the time was sleep. Every now and then, he would wake up when Fu Yuanming was killing people. Occasionally, he would open his eyes to check on the Fu family's situation, and then continue to sleep.
In two years, Chen Hao had successfully evolved into a mid-grade profound level weapon, not far from a high-grade profound level weapon.
The only thing that made him unhappy was that he was unlucky this time.
Only one skill had been added, and this skill was almost useless to him.
[Skill "Sword Master Amplification": Increases the Sword Master's Comprehension by 1 point, increases the Sword Master's Innate Ability by 1 point (Comprehension and Innate Ability are maxed out by 10 points)…This skill could be considered Chen Hao's most useless skill!]
It was completely born for the Sword Master!
During these two years, the Fu family had been living quite well. Fu Yuanming had used the Yellow Grade Upper Class martial technique, the Gentle Breeze Sword Technique, which Chen Hao had taught him, to exchange for a pill from a mid-level alchemist. After his wife consumed the pill, her illness was completely cured. She could get out of bed, walk, and do some simple housework.
His son, Fu Qingrong, was now his pride. He was only twelve years old, but he had already reached the peak of the Cyclone realm and could break through to the Qi Condensation realm at any time. He planned to let his son enter the sect before he turned thirteen.
Fu Yuanming had walked the road from the pork shop to the execution ground for three years, so he was very familiar with it.
The hut where he rested and changed had become even more dilapidated in the past two years.
Just as he changed his clothes, a burly general in light armor pushed open the door and entered.
"Old Fu, the city lord has instructed that all the bandits in the Black Cloud Stronghold will be executed today. There are a total of 356 people. You have to be prepared!”
Fu Yuanming was shocked when he heard that the target of today's execution was the Black Cloud Stronghold's mountain bandits. The city guard who was in charge of informing him in the morning didn't tell him.
"Commander Liu, I heard that the chief of the Black Cloud Stronghold has escaped?”
Commander Liu was the Deputy Commander of the Ironstone City Guards. He was a True Energy Realm expert, and he was the one who led the army to destroy the Black Cloud Stockade.
Commander Liu waved his hand unhappily and said,"You don't have to worry about that. We will continue to hunt down Blood Wolf. You are responsible for beheading him.”
Seeing Commander Liu leave, Fu Yuanming's expression turned solemn.
Of course, he wasn't afraid of killing people. What he was afraid of was revenge.
Half a year ago, he had been assassinated, but the other party was not strong enough and was killed by him.
Fortunately, the other party did not target his wife and children. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.
As for disobeying the orders of the City Lord Manor, to be honest, he did not dare to. He did not have the strength to do so.
Carrying his sword, he arrived at the execution ground. The chief of the execution ground had long been blocked. As far as he could see, there were densely packed heads.
The bandits of the Black Cloud Stronghold were vicious and merciless. They committed all kinds of evil and were notorious in the vicinity.
When they heard that the bandits of the Black Cloud Stronghold were going to be executed today, the entire Iron Stone City was in an uproar. In just half a day, a large number of people had been attracted.
If it weren't for the nearby city guards maintaining order, the group of civilians who were here to watch the show would have jumped onto the execution platform.
Over the past three years, Fu Yuanming had killed at least five hundred people. With the addition of the Demon Sword's skill, the Evil Spirit Field, the Evil Spirit in his body was no less than a general in the killing field.
As soon as Fu Yuanming appeared, the commoners stepped back to make way for him.
After all, the baleful aura on his body was enough to make people fear him.
"Sir, please wait!"
Someone in the crowd called out to Fu Yuanming.
Fu Yuanming stopped in his tracks and looked at the person. It was an old woman with a face full of wrinkles.
The old woman couldn't help but take a step back under his stare. However, she still suppressed her fear and took out a piece of cloth from her bosom. She quickly unfolded the tightly wrapped cloth. Inside was a gold hairpin and a pair of gold earrings.
The granny carefully handed the gold hairpin and gold earrings to Fu Yuanming."Sir, can you not let Xu Chenghai die so easily?”
Fu Yuanming knew what the old lady meant.
As an executioner, he often received gifts, most of which were from the families of the prisoners. He hoped that he could give the prisoners a quick death on the execution platform.
Occasionally, there would be people who liked him to torture the prisoners with all his might. For example, he would deliberately not use any strength to behead the prisoners. He would only behead the prisoners after more than ten slashes!
The old woman in front of him might have some kind of grudge with the third head of the Black Cloud Stronghold, Xu Chenghai.
If it was given by a prisoner's family, Fu Yuanming would not reject it. But if it was given by a prisoner's enemy…
"I'm sorry, I can't accept your things. I'm just carrying out the orders of the City Lord's Estate!”
Fu Yuanming left without looking back.
Perhaps the leader of the Black Cloud Stronghold who had escaped was among the crowd. He did not want to go too far.
Stepping onto the execution platform, the ten prisoners who were tied up were already kneeling on it. The execution platform was in a mess. Rotten eggs and rotten vegetables were all over the ground and the prisoners 'bodies. There were even stones and dirt lumps…A few city guards who were maintaining order at the scene were unlucky. They were also covered in dirt by these disgusting " hidden weapons ", but they could not find anyone.
Fu Yuanming was glad that he came late and had thrown away most of his things.
There were ten prisoners on the execution platform, and more than three hundred people were locked up in the prison carriages at the side. Most of them were old, weak, women, and children…They were the family members of the bandits of Black Cloud Stronghold.
Those who came out to mingle had to pay back!
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