Tears of grievance and joy welled up in his eyes, flowed down his cheeks to his chin, and then fell on the dry and cracked earth.
Seeing Su Xing's triumphant return, both the older generation who were not optimistic about him before and the young people who already had respect for warriors all walked out of the earthen huts and knelt down to Su Xing.
The most excited person among them was Zhang Lusheng, the village chief of Xiushui Village.
Among the villagers, he was the first to rush out of the house and came to Su Xing, kneeling deeply to him.
He is the thirty-sixth generation village chief of Xiushui Village. Before taking office, all village chiefs have sworn to their ancestral graves to protect this geomantic treasure at the foot of the Wanling Mountains.
It can be said that the life and death of Xiushui Village lies in the hands of the village chiefs of the past generations.
He shoulders a huge responsibility. If the Xiushui Village below the mountain is devastated and the people are destitute because of the chaos on the mountain, he, as the most capable person in the village, will never be able to hold his head high in front of the tombs of his ancestors.
Therefore, Zhang Lusheng is the person who is most grateful to Su Xing at this moment.
When he saw the villagers in Xiushui Village kneeling down to him one after another, with expressions of gratitude on their faces as they cried bitterly, Su Xing felt that the tiredness that had accumulated in his body suddenly disappeared.
He was slightly stunned in place, and suddenly realized that as a small warrior, while possessing powerful abilities, he also had a sense of mission on his shoulders.
Warriors are not only practitioners who must carry out the martial arts to the end, but are also the guardians of people's livelihood in the world.
Thinking of this, Su Xing's expression suddenly became a little heavy. He helped Zhang Lusheng, who was trembling, and held his thick, calloused hands with both hands.
"Village Chief Zhang, there is no need to feel grateful. Killing the monsters in the world and protecting the people of the world is the responsibility of Wanjian Sect and us warriors."
Su Xing's words spread throughout Xiushui Village, and the villagers raised their lowered heads and looked at the young man standing in the center of the village.
A young man of fifteen or sixteen years old, whose originally immature face was now full of vicissitudes of life.
Although the villagers of Xiushui Village do not know what happened on the mountain, this does not affect their respect for this young man from Wanjian Sect.
Suddenly, I don't know which villager was the first to get up from kneeling, walked quickly back to the house, took out a leather coat made of exquisite animal skin, walked to Su Xing's side, and placed it on his
in the hand.
It was a piece of mink skin, which had the effect of keeping out the cold in winter. It could be sold for hundreds of gold coins and was the hunter's annual livelihood.
Seeing this move, the other villagers showed expressions of sudden realization, slapped their foreheads, and hurried back to the house, taking out the most precious things in the house.
And when Su Xing realized what was going on, before he could politely refuse, he was surrounded by all kinds of things.
Gold coins, animal skins, fabrics and rare ores. Although Xiushui Village is not a wealthy village, people still try their best to take out the most precious things.
What Zhang Lusheng solemnly placed in Su Xing's hand was a crystal clear blue stone.
"The previous village chief of Xiushui Village was also a warrior. Seventy years ago, when Xiushui Village was also facing life and death disasters, the village chief, like you, walked into the Wanling Mountains alone with a sword."
"And what he brought back was such a stone. I once took it to the blacksmith shop in the city. Even the best blacksmith in Xiucheng didn't know what this thing was."
"Such a mysterious thing is just a waste in the hands of mortals like us. I hope you will accept it."
Su Xing and Zhang Lusheng looked at each other. In the eyes of the current village head of Xiushui Village, he saw not only gratitude, but also trust.
So he didn't refuse anymore, thanked the surrounding villagers one by one, and put the things into the Silver Spirit Ring.
Because he had to rush back to the sect quickly, Su Xing finally refused the villagers' request to leave him behind for a banquet, and left the village with the body of Shadow Spirit Fox.
…
One day later, Wan Jian Sect.
In a cave on an isolated peak next to Shenji Peak, two familiar brothers were sitting on either side of a long table.
Today, Yu Chuan did not pick up a pen to write again. The long table made of ten thousand years of fine wood no longer contained rice paper and brushes, but was empty.
However, if you look closely, you can see some tiny cracks on the surface of the exquisite long table, as if something had hit it.
Although Yu Chuan and Yu Feng were sitting opposite each other, they both kept their heads down and did not speak.
After a long while, Yu Chuan, who frowned, spoke first:
"Are you sure he's back intact?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Feng raised his head and glanced at Yu Chuan fearfully, shrunk and said, "The guards in front of the mountain gate told me that although Su Xing's clothes were in tatters, he didn't seem to be injured. And..."
"and?"
"And there was the body of a ferocious beast hanging on his shoulder. The guard told me that it was a creature that looked like a fox, but with four tails."
Yu Chuan's pupils shrank and he said in a deep voice: "Shadow Spirit Fox?"
"Exactly...exactly."
"Bang!"
Suddenly there was a sound of explosion in the dark cave, and the long fine wood table between the brothers of the Yu family was suddenly split into two pieces by Yu Chuan, and the broken gap was very smooth and smooth.
Yu Feng swallowed his saliva and did not dare to say another word.
He knew why his eldest brother was so angry.
Yu Chuan has been the dean of the Shenji Taoist Academy for more than thirty years. With his extraordinary martial arts skills and shrewd mind, he has killed all the countless challengers who wanted to seize this position.
It can be said that Yu Chuan has never failed in any aspect in the past thirty years, but now, his self-proclaimed clever plot has been cracked by a disciple who only has a master of Huayuan Realm.
"Could it be that... the master behind him took action?"
For a moment, Yu Chuan's confused voice broke the long silence and echoed in the cave.
…
Lu Yanfeng, Law Enforcement Hall.
Outside the hall, the Taoist disciples who gathered in front of the bulletin board were shocked to see Su Xing walking into the gate carrying the body of a ferocious beast on his back.
In the hall, all the disciples from the Law Enforcement Hall were slightly startled when they saw Su Xing with scars on his yellow robe.
Carrying the corpse of Ying Linghu on his back, Su Xing's hair was messy and his face was tired, but his walking pace was very steady and calm. Every step he took was firmly on the long carpet in the hall, one step at a time.
He slowly came to Xia He, the third deacon on duty today.
"Bang."
Ying Linghu's body fell to the ground with a muffled sound. Hearing the sound, Xia He also raised his head while reading the bamboo slips.
He first glanced at Su Xing, who looked a little embarrassed, then lowered his eyes and glanced at the corpse of the ferocious beast under the case that exuded a fishy smell.
Four tails?
Seeing the fox creature with four tails, Xia He raised his eyebrows slightly with a wonderful expression.
"Did you kill this shadow spirit fox?"
Upon hearing the question, Su Xing took the mission notice out of his arms and placed it on the table.
Xia He picked up the blue paper, read the red letters on it carefully, and nodded.
"The monster on the mountain is a level seven ferocious beast. Even our Law Enforcement Hall has never thought of it. But since the situation is different from what was stated in the mission, why don't you come back and report to the sect so that we can change the disciple to carry out the mission?"
Su Xing looked at Xia He calmly, "When I knew it was a shadow spirit fox and not a magic fox, I had no time to run away."
"So, Zhao Fan has already..."
Su Xing didn't reply and nodded.
"Alas." Xia He sighed, "In any case, I am not qualified to punish an outstanding disciple who overfulfilled the task. It's just...how did you kill a seventh-level ferocious beast? You...really don't have any helpers?"
"
Su Xing smiled when he heard this, "If the disciple had help, he wouldn't be fighting this fox so awkwardly. Although the shadow spirit fox is a level seven ferocious beast, if it can't use illusions, it will be a slightly stronger one."
It's just a phantom fox. I just happen to have the means to counter it."
Xia He squinted his eyes and carefully considered Su Xing's words for a while, and finally nodded, "I understand. According to the agreement, the rewards for this mission will be distributed to the maximum extent, and since you risked your life to protect Xiushui Village,
Villager, I authorize you to take away the core of this shadow spirit fox without reporting it to the sect. If others have objections, just say it was my order."
Having said this, Su Xing saw Xia He wink at him and look grateful. After saying a few words of thanks, he was ready to leave.
"By the way," Xia He stopped Su Xing, who was turning around, "Wang Yu's matter will be resolved tomorrow. We at the Law Enforcement Hall will give her an explanation for Zhou Yue's death."
Su Xing froze for a moment, and finally failed to turn around to face Xia He.
After a moment, he nodded vigorously and left the law enforcement hall.