Blue, Red and White Dark Abyss Cauldron

Chapter 247: Strange Tragedy

Ling Weidou interrupted and asked, "Brother Sheng'er, did the general really cultivate the second phase of spiritual power?"

Before Wu Sheng could say anything, Zhang Hou interrupted and said, "Douzi, it seems that you don't believe your brother Hou'er anymore?"

Ling Weidou quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, I thought Sheng'er's hometown is close to Bicheng, so he probably knows more about it, so I asked him." In fact, Zhang Hou was used to telling lies and big talk, so people were always worried about his words and actions.

Zhou Weide also came over and said, "Douzi, don't spoil Houpi'er. It's not about closer or farther. It's just that Houpi'er's mouth is too unreliable." Everyone laughed when they heard this.

Zhang Hou didn't take it seriously and said, "My mouth is unreliable? Don't forget, the first time you drank Biyuandiao, it was my mouth that made the difference."

Zhou Weide whipped his whip and made a fake smack, pretending to be angry and said, "I get angry when I think of the two pots of Biyuandiao you brought! If it weren't for you, how could each of us get thirty military sticks?! Thirty-nine is twenty-seven, you thick-skinned man, remember this, you owe us all two hundred and seventy military sticks!"

Chu Xiaomu smiled and said, "This can't all be blamed on Brother Hou'er. When we were drinking, everyone was thinking of his good points."

Zhang Hou said quickly, "That's right, that's right. Listen to what the captain said. How can you blame the tree planter for the collapse of the wooden platform?"

Zhou Weide was speechless for a moment, but then he thought that he had drunk the most at that time, so he stopped talking.

Lingweidou still asked: "Then...did the general really cultivate the second phase of spiritual power?"

Zhang Hou said proudly: "Of course, the general is known as the best person in Cangmu Country in the past 400 years to have practiced both spiritual and original powers. Not only is he the best in original power, he is also the best in spiritual power..."

Before Zhang Hou finished speaking, Wu Sheng rushed to say: "Let me say it again, the general is a spirit, not an ordinary person like us."

Zhang Hou ignored him and said to Chu Xiaomu: "Captain, you have met the general. Tell me whether what I said is true or not."

Chu Xiaomu didn't know what spiritual power was, let alone the dual cultivation of spiritual power and origin. Suddenly he remembered the scene where Bi Ye stabbed the evil one-legged demon to death with a single sword, and he told everyone about it.

Everyone opened their mouths in surprise. At that time, when Li Xian, the commander of the Zhongjing Army, was fighting the one-legged demon alone, he was as powerful as a god. They all thought that he was an amazing and rare master. No matter how powerful the general was, he was only equivalent to three or five people like Li Zhongjun. When they heard Chu Xiaomu's words, they realized that the difference between the two was so great that the evil spirit, who was on par with Li Xian, was actually killed by the general with just one sword.

Lingweidou was even more shocked and unbelievable, muttering: "It seems that the rumors are true, there are really people in the world who can cultivate the second phase of spiritual power."

Zhang Hou said disdainfully, "You are such a little kid, what do you know? Learn more from your brothers. Maybe one day I can teach you how to open the Force and cultivate your spiritual power."

Yingdan said to Lingweidou, "Don't listen to his nonsense, Douzi. I think you know more than Houpier. Why don't you tell us what this two-phase spiritual power is all about?"

Ling Weidou blushed and said, "I... I just heard some things in Qiming City of our Snow Country. It is said that it is extremely difficult for ordinary people to open their minds and cultivate spiritual bodies, let alone cultivate spiritual power and cultivate dual-phase spiritual power. It is simply... simply... unimaginable..."

Yingdan asked Chu Xiaomu, "Xiaomu, didn't you open your mind and cultivate a spiritual body?"

Chu Xiaomu smiled awkwardly and said, "I did cultivate my spiritual body, but I only heard about spiritual power after I came to the East Continent. What is the original force spiritual power? No one in our Baihua Island has ever mentioned it."

Yingdan said: "So that's how it is. No wonder Xiao Meng actually..." On the way to Bicheng, she stopped talking halfway and didn't dare to continue.

Chu Xiaomu knew what he wanted to say was "No wonder Xiao Meng dared to fight with Chang Lun on the way to Bicheng." Suddenly he thought of the dead Huai Xiaomeng, and his heart ached.

Ten men led more than a thousand horses all the way to the northwest in a mighty force.

In the first one or two days, there was still some residual snow on the grassland, and the horses and men moved slowly. As they got closer to the Nanding Army camp, the snow became thinner. About halfway through the journey, there was no snow on the grassland, and the wild grass had grown new green shoots. Everyone laughed and talked, and naturally didn't care about this little thing under the horses' hooves. Besides, the departure point was more than 400 miles away from the Nanding Army camp. It was normal for the weather to change differently at such a long distance.

The horses were moving a little faster, and Xiao Qisheng was even more excited. He often led Hong Da, Hong Er and the other nine zebras to run in front of the herd, letting go of their four little hooves and running wildly. Ren Chu Xiaomu and the others whistled and scolded them, but it was useless.

Chu Xiaomu thought of the letter sent by the messenger eagle and was worried all the way, so he rarely talked to others.

At this time, he touched the bag and felt a small wrapped object. It was the rare flower and herb that he found to treat Jinglan's leg disease.

He had opened it and taken a look a few days ago. Although this plant was dug up from the ground, the original soil was still attached to the roots. He also dripped a few drops of water on it from time to time, so it did not wither and turn yellow in several months. Its vitality was almost the same as when he first saw it. It was so magical that it should be the medicinal herb that Xiao Zhenrong mentioned that could only be found by chance.

Thinking of this flower, I felt somewhat comforted, and thought that all the hardship and suffering I had endured for so many days was finally worth it. Miss Jinglan is such a quiet and well-behaved girl, she can't just lie down or sit all her life, right?

If this is true, then the God is too short-sighted.

After another day of walking, the grassland was already covered with fresh green, connecting the sky and the earth, which made people feel very happy. Xiao Qisheng led nine little dragon zebras and ran far ahead. The horses, led by these little horses, also started to run. Chu Xiaomu roughly calculated that it would take about half a day to reach the Nanding Army camp.

Chu Xiaomu was pondering the inner meaning of the letter that Jinglan wrote to the horse herding team, when he suddenly saw Xiao Qisheng and the nine dragon zebras in front of him stopped, and there seemed to be a few stone-like objects placed beside them.

Everyone was puzzled and rode their horses quickly over there.

When they got closer, they saw that the stone-like objects were horse carcasses. Everyone was even more curious, so they ordered the horses to stop and went forward to check.

Chu Xiaomu approached and saw that there were six dead horses, all of which were used by the soldiers of Bicheng. The dead horses were lying in all directions, and without exception, their stomachs were ripped open, with their internal organs and intestines spilling out onto the ground. Everyone was filled with grief when they saw this tragic scene, and Su Mishun dared not look any further.

Looking more closely at the wound, the cuts to the flesh were not neat and did not look like they were caused by a sword or knife. Rather, it looked like they were torn apart by the great force of a wild beast or scratched by its claws.