Li Wu was not interested in talking to two rookies who had not even reached the innate realm of nature, whether to return to nature or even the immortal path of immortality. These things were obviously too far away, so just mentioned them, he changed the subject and with a casual move, a dry head flew in front of them, hanging in the air without moving.

"I don't know what this guy is called. I only know that he calls himself the 'Sowing King', he is extremely lustful, and he is not afraid of men and women. He has been traversing the black Gobi Desert for more than ten years, and he has to change his bed companions almost every day." He smiled and said, "Although he is a pervert, he is really good at his skills. At that time, the four of us were besieged him and fought for a day and a night. He suffered forty or fifty injuries and was still fighting them - at that time, I even thought I couldn't hold on, so he killed him in reverse."

"What happened later?" Han Feng was immediately attracted by the attention and asked curiously.

"Later, when a colleague was about to die, he broke through in the battle, his strength increased greatly, and he stabbed him to death with one sword." Li Wu's fingers moved slightly, and the hair on his head was pushed apart, revealing a sword mark on his forehead.

"However, the centipede worm died without being stiff. His counterattack was extremely fierce before his death. My colleague was not fortunate to die at the age of twenty-nine."

Li Wu sighed softly, looking a little sad.

Pan Long was secretly shocked - he could become a congenital master at the age of twenty-nine, and could also break through at the last minute, at least he had cultivated one or two kinds of visions. The genius level of his colleague was simply shocking. But even such a genius would die, nothing was left. Only a remembrance from others...

No wonder before leaving, my grandfather and father repeatedly reminded me to be more careful and not to worry about face or companions when necessary. If you should bow your head, you should run away. The most important thing is to survive. No wonder they must bring the bottle of Holy Spirit and repeatedly stress that they cannot use it for others...

They probably have seen many similar situations.

The fallen genius is just an ordinary dead person!

Li Wu sighed, sent the head back to his original position, and then took another head with another move.

The man's face was full of beard, his hair was erect, and there were several hideous scars on his face. Even though he had only one head, he still exuded endless murderous aura, which made people feel scared.

Pan Long was better. Han Feng glanced at him, his eyes looked at the eyes that had long lost their spirit, and suddenly shivered suddenly and almost stood firm.

Li Wu and Pan Long held Han Feng before introducing: "This man is amazing. He is the number one thief in our north for four hundred years. You should have heard of his name."

The number one thief in the North for four hundred years?

Pan Long was still thinking, Han Feng asked in a trembling voice: "He... is Shang Peng, 'Ping Tianwang'?"

Pan Long suddenly realized, and his eyes looked at the head, and he couldn't help but feel a little more awe.

Shang Peng was a figure more than 300 years ago. At that time, Daxia produced two generations of capable kings, rectifying the court's principles internally, and abolishing redundant officials and fiefs from all over the country; changing the traditional idea of ​​"success but not occupying" externally, and taking steady steps, and opening up national territory by establishing cities and villages. The national strength of the Daxia Dynasty almost reached its peak during that period, and it could be called a glorious era.

But there was a person who used his fists to break this "prosperous age"!

This person is Shang Peng. He was originally a descendant of Shang Luobo of Yongzhou. The Shang Luobo family has never been conquered for generations and has been repeatedly demoted. By then, it had been reduced to the end of the fifth-class title and was about to be sacked. He was resentful of "the one who deceived the people from thousands of miles away to die, but the one who honestly protected the country and the people were mediocre officials." He raised the flag angrily to rebel.

Shang Peng is very average in politics and military talents, but he is an extraordinary martial arts genius. What is particularly commendable is that he is the type who is hard to practice hard without any results, but he will immediately become enlightened when he fights with others.

In the next ten years, he fought countless battles with the army and masters that attacked him in the Daxia Dynasty, and fought from a second-generation ancestor with mediocre martial arts to a great master of the unity of man and nature.

Not only that, Shang Peng called himself "Pingtianwang", and wherever he went, he frantically attacked those families that supported the Daxia Dynasty. In addition to looting all the property, what was even worse was that he would tie up these families, regardless of gender, age, and water all over his body with feces and urine.

For the upper class who value identity, this is even more cruel than killing them.

Shang Peng did not make trouble randomly. He was quite friendly to his ambiguous attitude and even independent separatist rule, so he did not lack supporters.

In this way, he fought in Yongzhou and Jizhou. Although he won less and lost more, he completely destroyed the ruling order of these two states.

Until today, the Daxia Dynasty still had relatively poor control over Yongzhou and Jizhou, and had to station large troops, establish a ruling system with the army as the core.

The immortals and Buddhas of the immortals refused to take action for such embarrassing things, but the Daxia Dynasty actually had no good idea to deal with Shang Peng, so they could only rush him to escape to the desolate border.

In the end, the boss, who called himself "Pingtian King", was defeated again and fled into the Black Gobi with his defeated generals.

A few years later, someone brought his head to the military town in northern Yongzhou, saying that the "King of Pingtian" was overwhelmed by overeating, so he used his head to ask for a reward.

This method of death is too absurd, no one is willing to believe it, and that person was killed by an officer who wanted to make greedy contributions, and Shang Peng's death became a mystery for the ages.

Until today, many people say that "King Pingtian" did not die. On the contrary, he has cultivated himself into an immortal Buddha and has lived forever and is still trying to cause trouble for the Daxia Dynasty.

Some people also say that he left behind huge wealth and hid in the Black Gobi Desert. Therefore, in addition to robbing, the horse thieves in the Black Gobi Desert also have an important daily task, which is to dig three feet into the ground and find his treasure-hiding place...

Pan Long recalled it and couldn't help but be amazed.

He was also a person who thought Shang Peng was not dead before, but now he witnessed this amazing head with his own eyes and couldn't help but change his mind.

Who else can such a head besides the "King of Pingtian"?

Han Feng asked, "This head...is it really him?"

"I asked the same question back then," Li Wu replied, "The answer I got was 'God knows'."

He shrugged and said indifferently: "God knows that the master of this head must be much better than me anyway. I even doubt whether it comes from an immortal immortal."

This made Pan Long and Han Feng even more surprised. They looked at the head carefully, trying to see something extraordinary from it.

But of course it is impossible. This head has been hanging on the tower of Yumen City for hundreds of years. I don’t know how many people have studied it. If there was anything extraordinary, it would have been researched long ago, and where is their turn!

Li Wu then told them a few stories about human heads, most of which were robbers. Han Feng had a sudden idea and asked, "Then are all traitors and evil people hanging on this city tower? Is there any better one?"

Pan Long felt that this problem was not an ordinary fool - could the one who could be hung on the city wall be a good person?

But Li Wu was silent and showed a melancholy look.

(Damn it! It really is?!)

After a while, Li Wu walked aside, untied a head that hung in the middle of the drum tower, no matter how heavy the rain or snow was, it could not touch the slightest, and walked back.

Although this person has only the head left, he can still see his mightyness, and a sense of righteousness between his eyebrows is heartbreaking.

"His name is Yan Xiong, and I have known each other since I was a child." Li Wu introduced, "He is upright and fair, and I always respect him as my elder brother. Later, we all joined the army. I went to Zhongzhou and he went to Jizhou. A few years later, I heard the news that he was stolen because he was possessed by Shangguan and rebelled in anger. He took a group of brothers to the Black Gobi, and robbed the imperial transportation team, and did not violate the civil merchants."

Han Feng immediately understood who he was talking about and asked: "Can he be the 'General Taiping'?"

"General Taiping" was the most famous horse thief in the Black Gobi more than 20 years ago. His name has been heard throughout the North, and his story is still circulating.

However, few people know how he died. There have been many different opinions about his way of death.

"That's right, that's his name." Li Wu continued, "I went to the Hei Gobi to fight him three times, but no winner was decided. I thought I would continue to fight, but when I saw him for the fourth time, he was left with only one head here..."

Both Pan Long and Han Feng were silent.

After a moment, Han Feng asked, "How did he die?"

"The Shangguan who was killed by him had a son who was extremely talented. He joined the Donghua Sword Sect and entered the innate world in just twelve years. The child was loved by his elders. In order to help him eliminate his inner demons, the Donghua Sword Sect dispatched a real person, with a flying sword energy, which restrained him and his brothers. Then the child cut off his head with a knife and sent it here, but let everyone go."

Pan Long didn't know what to say, so he could only sigh.

There is nothing wrong with being retaliated against by falsely claiming credit; it is natural to avenge your father. Who can tell the truth about the gratitude, grudges, right and wrong?

"How did Shangguan's son happen to him later?" Han Feng asked.

"I don't know either. I haven't heard from him in more than 20 years." Li Wu said lightly, "It should be alive."

He suddenly seemed very desolate, looking at the sky without saying a word.

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Pan Long hurriedly found a topic: "Senior Li, I remember that the imperial court rarely sent real masters to guard the four sides. Why did you send out this time?"

"It's not that the resonance of the Jiuzhou Cauldron!" Li Wu snorted unhappily, "It's my hometown many years ago. What's so strange about something? I just made a fuss and sent everyone to guard the city. I repeatedly emphasized that we should carefully check a kind of bamboo slip that cannot be flooded, burned, and cannot be damaged by swords... Mother! I don't know if there are tens of thousands or hundreds of millions of bamboo slips in this world, how can we check it!"

Pan Long felt awe-inspiring in his heart and understood the reason.

This real master was sent to investigate the whereabouts of Shanhai Jing!

Not only that, the court has sent a large number of masters in all directions, and is obviously determined to find the Shanhai Jing.

"We also got the news, saying that as long as you can find that kind of bamboo slips and dedicate them to the court, you can get a heavy reward." He was ashamed, but a smile appeared on his face. The "disguise" skill that specialized in improving his skill points was played out at this moment, hiding his true thoughts deeply without leaking them at all, "Senior Li, do you think...is this matter reliable?"

Li Wu sneered: "The first-class Anle Gong is hereditary and has to be given a coupon for the alchemy book - even a certain family dare not think about it. They have to retreat when they encounter it. Do you think it is reliable or not?"

"The reward from the court is definitely true, but who will fall into the hands of the reward is another matter."

Pan Long could see that his words were sincere and honest.

"What should I do?" Han Feng asked, "Do you have to avoid it if you encounter it?"

"Nonsense!" Li Wu said angrily, "Don't blame someone for not reminding you. If you really see the bamboo slip or know the clues about the bamboo slip, don't get in. How far you can run, otherwise, be careful not to know how you die if you die!"

"So terrifying?!"

"It's so terrifying!" Li Wu said seriously, "The benefits and risks always come together. This is a major event that shocks Jiuzhou. If you are not an immortal, don't go up. In the final analysis, Jiuzhou Ding belongs to the Emperor's family, and the bamboo slips are mostly his family. God knows what happened to his family... Anyway, it's his family's business, what does it have to do with us? Eating and drinking are our main business!"

"Okay, a family has eaten and drunk enough today and said enough. It's time to go back to bed. You can go home too. It's a lot of wind and waves in the world during this period, so it's better not to go out."

After saying that, Li Wu stood up and did not show any signs, and his figure disappeared in front of them.
Chapter completed!