Chapter Fifty-One: The Corpse God Lured by Wine and Meat

  Liang Shan actually slept well.

  The standard of a good sleep is stability, no dreams. Liangshan came out of the tent, feeling strange, in the eerie and desolate mountain surrounded by demonic beasts, he actually slept soundly, even more so than in the Sacred Sword Hall, it can be seen that humans are more terrifying than demonic beasts.

  The air was also good, Liangshan stretched out his arms and took a deep breath. The place where he and Tuoba Qiurong set up camp was like an eagle's nest, with steep cliffs just a few steps forward, and below the cliff was a dense primeval forest, with trees as high as 30-40 meters, all stretching straight up towards the sky.

  "Let's go." Tuoba Qiurong had already put on her leather armor and said with a backpack on her back.

  Liáng Shān very arrogantly drank a sentence: "Leave!"

  A streak of light flashed through the forest. Although it was fast, Liangshan still caught its shape. It was a huge rabbit, with its ears drooping in panic, its teeth bared, and even when running, its eyes were narrowed. Its body was fat and round.

  Liáng Shān almost thought he saw "Benjamin Bunny".

  In the distance, a sudden rustling sound, and a flock of colorful parrots with beautiful plumage take to the sky, basking in the morning sun, their vibrant colors dazzling. Have I arrived in the jungles of South America? Liangshan has a strange sense of being transported to a Disney or DreamWorks virtual world.

  A flash of lightning cut through, Taobao Qiurong's long gun nailed "Liumang Tu" to a large bluestone covered with moss, making a buzzing sound. Liumang Tu finally solidified in the posture of "bared teeth and dancing claws" pouncing towards Liangshan.

  Tuoba Qiurong glared at Liangshan. Liangshan also glared back at Tuoba Qiurong, because she pulled him back to the cruel reality.

  Liangshan was in his residence at Shengjian Hall, the ear room had no windows, it was pitch black, Ma Wencai lay on the bed like a dead man.

  Last night, he fought a match and Ma Wencai won, but his right arm was broken. He applied some ointment at the time, and now it's itching all over: in the muscles, in the gaps between the fractured bones, like countless ants crawling.

  Compared to pain, itchiness is more unbearable. Ma Wencai wanted to scratch but didn't dare to, the wound was healing quickly like this. Ma Wencai muttered a sentence "mom", he himself wasn't aware of it, and a tear rolled out from the corner of his eye.

  In the miscellaneous task pile, every 10 days there will be a Black Fist match. The winner's reward is generous, with a basic gain of 2 merit points and other prizes. Ma Wencai wants to catch up with development, so participating in the Black Fist match is necessary.

  Recalling the humiliation from his peers in the family, recalling the price of losing an eye to embark on a path of cultivation, now reduced to playing the role of a lowly servant in front of his arch-nemesis, the life of being the "young master" of Majiabao seemed like something from a past life. Ma Wencai's heart was finally nearing collapse.

  Time passed at the speed of an ant crawling, and after a long while, ****'s feeling finally dissipated. Ma Wen struggled to get up, wiped away his tears, and began practicing his stance under the osmanthus tree in the courtyard. With a bit of clarity and energy, he was determined to practice his boxing.

  Murong Bo's inspiring story of growing from a miscellaneous servant to an orthodox sect disciple has taken root in Ma Wencai's heart, becoming his only spiritual pillar. If others can do it, then Ma Wencai can too.

  In a year's time, he will practice the Fēng Niú Quán to an unimaginable realm. A year later, he will get a bottle of Qì Xuè Dān from Jīn Zhǎnglǎo, and then breaking through the foundation period is hopeful.

  Jin Zhanglao didn't think much of Liangshan and Tuoba Qiurong entering the Youmao Mountain to hunt for Corpse God, this was a task that even those old outer sect disciples didn't dare to take on, at least seven or eight top-notch guys would have to team up to do it.

  The corpse god must be very terrifying, otherwise, Jin Lao would not have a solemn expression. In the end, Jin Lao's expression relaxed, and Liangshan's move was no different from seeking death. Even if he came back, he would still suffer internal injuries and damage his vitality. However, Ma Wencai did not think so. Since Liangshan started dating his sister, this despicable guy had been bringing him "unexpected surprises". It could be said that he and the perverted Tuoba Qiurong were a perfect match. If so, he would soon obtain a bottle of Yuanli Dan, and his strength would greatly increase. No way, Ma Wencai thought he needed to think of a plan. Dealing with Liangshan's straightforward approach wouldn't work; he had to prepare in advance.

  Ma Wenzai stood at Funiu Peak for a whole incense stick, all his thoughts cleared away, and he turned into an ox.

  Liáng Shān has a saying: if you want to master the Fúniǔ Quán (Crouching Cow Fist), you must first turn yourself into an ox.

  At sunset, Tuoba Qiurong had already killed three pig demons, a lone wolf, and a giant python. Liangshan didn't lift a hand, all the way chattering on about "Piggy baby, Snakey baby" and other nonsense that Tuoba Qiurong had never heard before, even someone as powerful as her felt waves of nausea. No one could shake off her fierce killing aura, but Liangshan seemed to be an exception.

  When killing the pig demon, Liangshan told her three little pigs building houses story. When killing the lone wolf, he told Little Red Riding Hood's story. He called all these fairy tales, which made Tuoba Qiurong deeply curious, wondering which mountain could nurture such a strange flower? By the way, "strange flower" was also Liangshan's term. Tuoba Qiurong had to admit that Liangshan was someone she had never seen before.

  Finally arrived at the Ridge of Corpses, a red mountain valley below was strewn with countless animal skeletons, some were bleached white, while others still had fresh red bone membranes, it looked like a Buddhist hell.

  "This vulture is a scavenging animal and plays an important role in the food chain as a cleaner."

  "Qing Dao Fu?" Tuoba Qiurong was already used to it.

  "It's just like vultures on the prairie; without them, the earth would not be so clean of natural death and dead animal carcasses."

  Tuoba Qiurong finally "pffft" laughed out loud, she couldn't take it anymore.

  Liáng Shān hastily raised his hand and said: "Alright, let's kill it!"

  Even in the 21st century, there are still many places on Earth that are off-limits to humans. The Qinling Mountains' You Mao Shan area is one such place, where only monks dare to tread. At the time Liangshan was making his decision, a cavalry of 5,000 men was cautiously crossing the intersection of the You Mao Shan and Fu Niu Shan mountain ranges, more than 200 miles away from Liangshan and Tuoba Qiu Rong.

  The cavalry had no banner, and behind them were 50,000 infantrymen, preparing to cross the Qinling Mountains, follow the Han River westward, and rush through the mountains and valleys to launch a surprise attack on Jingzhou. These were troops from Western Qin. Western Qin was a state ruled by the Qiang people, but it was established with Confucianism, and sinicization was widespread, as well as barbarization. The soldiers included Qiang people, Han soldiers, Xianbei, and nomadic tribes from the great desert, who were fierce and good at fighting.

  Five thousand cavalrymen formed the vanguard, as the advance guard. Wherever the main army arrived, their aura shook the heavens, birds and beasts fled far away, and evil spirits held their breath. General Yao Shu sat quietly like a deep pool, riding his Snow Dragon steed at the very front of the troops, with piercing eyes.

  As night fell, Liangshan and Tuoba Qiurong had already entered the depths of Yinheling. The cold air was biting, like a winter month. When Tuoba Qiurong saw Liangshan setting traps, she suddenly felt a sense of confidence in her heart. After the entire trap stretched for ten miles, Tuoba Qiurong suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. Is this guy still human?

  Liáng Shān was delighted to discover that there was a natural oil vein in the valley below Yīn Lǐng Mountain. Under Tuòbá Qiū Róng's puzzled gaze, Liáng Shān spent half a day letting the sticky oil flow out of the rock crevices, eventually forming an "oil swamp" in a low-lying area. With that, Liáng Shān clapped his hands, mission accomplished.

  On the second day at dusk, Liangshan found a place with wind on all four sides and arranged wine and meat under a big tree.

  There was beef jerky, and next to it a fire was burning, roasting chicken. Liangshan repeatedly brushed honey on top of it, while the bottle of Hundred Flowers wine was slowly being drunk. Suddenly, the fragrance of wine and meat wafted through the air, spreading throughout the mountains and valleys of Yinheling, even reaching Tuoba Qiurong, who was hiding in the dark forest near the oil swamp.

  The lair of the Corpse God is deep in the earth's veins, and finding it is no easy task. All that can be done is to wait here like a farmer waiting for rabbits.

  Liáng Shān is drinking and eating, outwardly relaxed but inwardly tense, unaware that the moon is already high in the sky, yet the spirits of the dead have not appeared.

  As soon as the hour passed, Liangshan was slightly drunk. Even if he had a small drink, there was still quite a lot. A dark cloud covered the moon, and the forest suddenly became quiet and silent.

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