I Have Been In the Demon Slayer Division For 30 Years Chapter 41

　　 step to step.

　　 There is the sound of horseshoes on the official road.

　　 A dark face sticks out from the grass, with thin and sunken features, and a slender neck.

　　 A moment later, I saw a laurel horse, running from far to near, with a young man in brocade on the horse's back.

　　 Chi Li Li!

　　 Zhouyi pulled the reins, the horses stopped momentarily, and the discerning person would definitely admire the clever equestrian skills.

　　 "Lao Zhang, how far is it from Lihuayi?"

　　 The dark face stood up slowly, the tattered clothes he was wearing were covered in several layers, dyed into grass green, and his voice was high-pitched, as if squeezed out of his slender neck.

　　 "Lihua Station, it's gone a long time ago."

　　 "When did it disappear? What happened?"

　　 Zhou Yi frowned slightly, but he was not surprised that the last station Zhulinyi had become a wilderness.

　　 "It's been three or four years. I heard that it's a tiger eating people or something. I'm also from a different place."

　　 The dark face looked at the bulging package on the horse's back, and begged: "Is there any food and salt? I will trade the fruit for you."

"Need not."

　　 Zhouyi took out a small bag of biscuits and threw it on the ground, shaking the reins and continuing along the official road.

　　 The parcels on horsebacks are just to hide from people's eyes, and they are basically scattered to the refugees on the road.

　　 after a moment.

　　The official road turned a corner and entered an uninhabited village.

　　 The village has long been overgrown with trees, and the ruins are stained with moss green. When riding a horse, sometimes from the corner of the road, beasts chewing on the remaining bones.

　　 "This is the true appearance of Da Gan, Luo Jing is prosperous and life is easy, it is just an example."

　　 Zhou Yi had seen this kind of sight from the memory fragments of demons, and encountered many along the way, but every time he saw it with his own eyes, he still couldn't help but sigh.

　　 This is the boundary of Jingzhou, one of the three northern frontiers of Dagan.

　　 Jingchangzhou, which faces the chaos of the Bailian Road in the east, is often caused by demons and monsters.

　　The sixteen states of Dagan are separated from the north and south by the Liangshan mountain range. In the north, there are six states of Luo, Jing, Wei, Tai, Feiyun, and Jingchang.

　　 Zhouyi started from Luojing all the way to the north, and the farther from Kyoto, the more desolate the population.

　　 The station in Luozhou still has one hundred miles. After entering the boundary of Jingzhou, two to three hundred miles can be transferred. On the contrary, the investigation is becoming more and more strict. Fortunately, the brand of Monster Slayer is easy to use, and no soldiers dare to be embarrassed to blackmail.

　　 Hengyang is located in Guning County, Jingzhou City, close to Guning County.

　　The area of ​​the deserted village is not large, and the red horse quickly passes through it.

　　 A series of unpleasant calls came.

　　 On the bright, skinless dead tree at the head of the village, rows of crows squatted, connected into black lines, and the branches seemed to have turned into dark demon minions.

　　 The crow crows happily when seeing the red horse running, instead of flying away.

　　 Zhouyi's eyes narrowed, and he clearly saw the crow's pupils were red, and the blue sky and the day were shaking like red dots.

　　 looked at it by applying the vision Qi technique, and the crow was surrounded by a rich gray and black evil spirit.

　　 Crows like to eat rot, and only when they often eat dead people and transform towards demons will they have the red-eye vision.

　　 Zhou Yi rode past the dead tree, restless crows screamed, and three or four hundred flew up like a dark cloud, all rushing to bite.

　　 "Looking for death!"

　　 A ray of sword light rose into the air and shuttled among the crows.

　　 Black feathers spattered, blood was splashed, and the ground was stained black and red in an instant, and the corpses of crows were everywhere.

　　 The scent of the red horse is stable, and it is not surprising to see how much, and he ran to the Snake Pan Mountain calmly.

　　Jingzhou Station was abandoned. Zhouyi hasn't changed horses for ten days in a row. In order not to be exhausted, the red horses can only maintain their physical strength with mana.

　　 Zhouyi sometimes wondered whether it was a man riding a horse or a horse riding a man.

　　 The deserted village is completely silent.

　　 After a long time, a dark face emerged from behind the broken wall.

　　 Looking at the dead tree in the village from a distance, he found that the tree was bare and there was a large visceral debris on the ground.

　　 The dark face swallowed and spit, and slowly touched near the dead tree, the red-eyed crow was dead.

　　 "I have meat, but what should I do later?"

　　 Zhouyi rode his horse all the way and entered the Snake Pan Mountain.

　　The forest is deep with dense leaves, ancient trees towering over the sky, and the light is getting darker and darker.

　　 The mountain road is rugged and has been completely submerged by weeds, and the former official road can only be judged from the sparse trees.

　　 Zhouyi thought that he would be able to cross the Snake Pan Mountain tonight, and then all the way to the plains, but the gods were not beautiful.

　　 rumbling--

　　 The dark clouds in the sky gathered quickly, and thunder rolled between the clouds.

　　 The mountain rain came extremely fast, and in a moment it turned into heavy rain from the blue sky and white day.

　　 Zhouyi's mana came out, condensed into an invisible and innocent umbrella, shielding the rain from the outside.

　　 ran a few miles on the mountain road again.

　　 Thunder and lightning gleamed, illuminating the rain curtain, and vaguely saw a temple located in the mountains.

　　 Zhou Yi drove his horse to take shelter from the rain. When he was close, he could see that it was a mountain temple, but it looked extremely dilapidated, with air leaks everywhere, and the white ash on the walls were wiped clean.

　　 The mountain was windy and rainy, and the walls were crumbling.

　　 Zhouyi tied the horse outside and pushed open the temple door to enter. There were already seven or eight people inside, who seemed to be businessmen in their costumes.

　　 The merchant's head kept pressing his hands on his waist, and seeing Zhou Yi being alone at a young age, he lowered his head and continued to eat cakes.

　　 The statue of the Zhongshan God in the temple, half of the body broke and fell to the ground, and was sitting on the bottom of the bottom as a bench by the trader.

　　 Zhouyi cleared an open space, sat silently on the package, and waited for the rain to pass.

　　 The head man glanced at Zhou Yi strangely. His clothes were soaked that he did not make a fire. He hurried to rest without eating, and quietly touched his companion with his foot.

　　 The companion immediately understood, moved a direction, and sat facing Zhou Yi.

　　 rumbling--

　　 The thunder continued and the rain got bigger and bigger.

　　 The merchants dried the clothes and boiled the water, the atmosphere was no longer so depressing, and they started talking and laughing.

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　　 are mostly short and stubborn tales of parents. Whose mother-in-law steals the man? Whose son is not his own? For example, whoever has too much physical strength, girls who are half-closed are not allowed to go.

　　 "Have you heard about Gu Ning?"

　　 The words of one of them attracted Zhou Yi's attention.

　　 "Who doesn't know, haunted, what's so rare about this kind of thing!"

　　 "That can't be haunted all the time. I haven't stopped for more than a year, and I dare not go shopping."

　　 Someone couldn't help but vomit: "Catch a trouble, make a noise, and people are panicked. Can't an official prevent it in advance?"

　　 "Cough cough cough! You kid scooped it, what nonsense!"

　　 The head man kicked the man and glanced at Zhou Yi secretly: "I'm not haunted, how can I catch it? Net to say something about having a son without sex!"

　　 The man seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing, and quickly changed the subject.

　　 Squeak.

　　 The temple gate was pushed open again.

　　 The scholar who came in was a scholar wearing a Confucian scarf. He was plump and muddy, as if he was rolling in a mud puddle.

　　 The bookcase clutched in his arms was washed through by the rain, dripping sparsely.

　　 The scholar was very happy to see the fire, wiped the rain off his face, and carefully placed the bookcase on the altar table.

　　 "In Xia Dusi, a native of Hengyang, planning to travel in Beijing, slippery mountains and rainy roads, accidentally lost the package."

　　 Du Si was so embarrassed, still politely handed over: "Xiongtai, can you borrow a fire and bake your clothes."

　　 The head man looked at the scholar, touched the peace symbol in his arms, and nodded slightly.

Seeing this, the businessmen beside 　　 divided the fire into a group and ignited them, and also helped the scholar fill in a handful of dry wood.

　　 Dakan people will still take a high look at scholars.

Chapter end