"It's no different from abroad." He Lingchuan was very curious about the system of the Bejia Kingdom, "Lingxu City can actually endure the local war in the Demon Country?"

In his impression, which country is not in a hurry to quell the chaos?

"I grew up in the green fields, where the forests and fields were hit by wildfires every few years, burning the mountains and destroying all life, and there were no living creatures to be found. Fu Shanyue smiled, "But in less than half a year, it was full of greenery, new grass and new trees were full of vitality, and the old and accumulated defects were swept away."

"If the way of heaven is like this, shouldn't personnel also be replaced in this way? Bega has been a nation for a long time, and this concept has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people."

He Lingchuan did not respond.

Fushan Yue's words just sound beautiful. Leave the rebellion alone? Which country dares to play like this, most of them have to play with themselves.

The development of the world is often unexpected, and the efforts of countries to seek peace and stability are all lessons of blood.

Bega is an exception.

Why?

Is it because they have surrendered to the gods?

Fuyama took the wooden bottle: "It turns out that this is the poison of turning wood. Thank you for informing us. 「

Knowing what it was, he already had a plan in his mind.

He Lingchuan asked him, "The Wind Demon you released wasn't the one that was subdued by the Treasure Tree King, right?"

"It's not." Fu Shanyue stood up and stretched, "The Ethereal Sect's Feng Bo split into a small one a year ago. So they actually have two mountain protection artifacts, one large and one small, which the world doesn't know. 「

Whether it is a cat or a tiger, it is difficult to distinguish male and female, young and old from their appearance alone, not to mention the formless Fengbo most of the time?

"The Treasure Tree King subdued the big one, and the little wind boy was hiding in a wind lion master at that time and was not discovered. Later, someone picked up the wind lion and sold it at the market at the bottom of the mountain. After a few more rounds, little Fengbo came to me."

He Lingchuan didn't ask why the official road of Heishi Village suddenly encountered a landslide, the reason was too obvious.

"As for the Treasure Tree King's defeat of the Ethereal Sect, it is nothing more than to match their realm and want to open a way there to communicate between the north and the south. The Ethereal Sect refused to move away, so it was destroyed."

"In the past, rare medicinal herbs such as snow lotus and topaz ginseng also grew on the wind tundra, because Feng Bo liked to wander the tundra, so he brought special nutrients from the ground to the ground, and the common people could pick them at their fingertips, and they could eat and drink without worry; The king of the treasure tree extinguished the wind, and the later meridian gods had no spirituality, so they did not go down to the tundra. These elixirs have since been extinct in the tundra, and only grow on the high peaks of the mountains." Fu Shanyue sneered, "It's ridiculous that these civilians on the tundra listened to what the Treasure Tree King said, and applauded the destruction of Feng Bo and the Ethereal Sect, but they didn't know that their livelihood was cut off because of this."

He stood up, "You're not a bad man, how about you make a great deal with me?" In the future, it is logical to be in a high position and have a wife and a son."

Fu Shanyue actually wanted to recruit him? He Lingchuan smiled, "I'm used to being casual.

Fu Shanyue only said that he wanted to go to a high place: "Although Lingxu City is good, it has accumulated disadvantages for more than 600 years, various forces are intertwined, and countless talents have fallen into the sand. You may not have a path to advancement there. 「

"I'll think about it." He Lingchuan stretched out his hand to him and hooked his fingers, meaning to bring it quickly, "Keep in touch, after all, I went to Lingxu City, and I still have to live in your mansion."

Fu Shanyue smiled, and then took out the deed, key, and a token and handed it to him: "There is a housekeeper there, just show him the sign."

"You're missing a great opportunity to make a name for yourself. Let's make a friend." He stood up and saluted He Lingchuan with a fist, "We'll see you later."

He Lingchuan returned the salute, and saw that this person put the remains of his subordinates into the storage space, and then jumped out of the hole in the wall, and disappeared in a few vertical jumps.

Hey, that direction seems to be the back kitchen of the inn?

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Fushan Yue caught a fat mouse in the back kitchen of the inn, drugged it, and then took it elsewhere to see the aftermath.

It took about five hours for the mouse to become a wooden carving.

Fushiyama carefully noted down the whole process of its changes.

At this time, it was dawn, and he went to Tongcheng to inquire around, and went to the northwest corner to find one

A humble little shop.

The shop is a two-storey building that sells goods in the front, a workshop in the middle, and people live upstairs.

The shopkeeper was a man in his early forties, with gray temples and stout hands.

The neighbor shop sells groceries, and always puts things in front of his store and occupies his storefront. The shopkeeper kicked the basket back into the other party's shop, quarreled with someone again, and then walked back with his head held high.

At this time, Fushan Yue came, opened the door and saw the mountain: "I heard that you are the best carver in the west of Tongcheng?"

"Westside?" The shopkeeper's eyes widened, "I'm the best in Tongcheng."

"Help me carve a Cambodia. Well done will be rewarded. Fu Shanyue habitually pulled it into his waist, and then remembered that all the big silver was given to He Lingchuan, and there were only two small pieces of loose silver on his body, which was not enough to even pay for the handwork.

Alas, when has it been so embarrassing?

He had to pull out the jade wrench in his hand: "Let's use the wages to catch up."

"Green with black jade?" The shopkeeper is also a knowledgeable person, and when he picked it up and shone it at the light, it was obviously black jade, but the polarized light brought out a touch of oil green, "This is valuable." What are you going to carve?"

The more Fushan looked left and right, the shopkeeper understood, and led him into the workshop behind.

Fu Shanyue took out the wood carving that Fu Ji had turned into from the storage ring and placed it on the ground.

He suddenly took out a life-size wood carving, and the shopkeeper was shocked. He put on his headband, lay down to observe it carefully, and couldn't help but sigh: "This craftsmanship is amazing, it doesn't look like it is carved by human hand at all!" There is no trace of artificial carving.

That's right. Fuyama smiled, "I want you to give it a makeover."

"To this extent, do you still need to renovate?" But the shopkeeper was surprised, why did he carve people so miserably?

The carving is fine, but what you feel from the statue itself is not beauty, but pain.

And chasing a wood carving and wearing clothes, weird.

"Replace his face with mine."

The shopkeeper didn't hear for a moment, "Huh?"

Fu Shan leaned closer to the statue, and the two of them were about the same size, "Can you do it?"

"Uh...... "It's a weirder request than the statue itself. The shopkeeper was stunned, and saw Fu Shanyue stretch out a finger and suddenly knock on the table. With a thud, a hole was poked out of the table.

This action is like a mantis shrimp punching, so fast that it is difficult to see with the naked eye.

Fuyama asked again, "Can you do it?"

The shopkeeper's workbench was made of black iron wood, which was so hard that he broke a lot of tools when he built the table, and his hands were worse than a chisel.

Fu Shanyue's sharp claws on the tips of his fingers slowly retracted.

The shopkeeper shuddered, and after carefully comparing his face and facial features with those of the wood carving, he nodded again and again: "Yes, you can! When do you want to?"

Fu Shanyue pulled a chair and sat down, and stilted Erlang's legs: "I'll just wait here, you carve slowly, so that you are exactly like me."

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The next day, Fuyama returned to the inn.

Fu Gu greeted him and said, "Young master, this trip went well?"

"Hmm." Fuyama asked him to fetch water.

"Hey, where's Fu Ji?"

"Go buy me something." After washing his face, Fu Shanyue drank some wine, and continued to rub it until the afternoon, and then said, "Send someone to protect the Dharma for me."

When everything was ready, he drank the wooden bottle in front of the dove, and then threw it into the corner: "It's unpleasant. Get out."

Fu Dove hurriedly picked up the bottle, and before going out, he saw him sitting with his eyes closed.

Fu Gu took the door with his backhand, sniffed the bottle, and smelled a sweet fragrance.

After about an hour, he heard a faint murmur from inside the house, as if in pain, so he turned on his heels and commanded the two attendants, "Keep watch, and I will come as soon as I go."

He said "just come", but in fact, he walked out of the inn and entered the market on the side, buying some stinky fish and rotten shrimp to smear on his body.

After wiping enough, he slipped into the alley opposite the inn with a fishy smell and lurked in the shadows.

About a quarter of an hour later, the inn suddenly became chaotic, with exclamations, runs, and screams.

Before the official arrived, a shadow rushed out of the inn, went around the market, as if losing its direction, and then turned and ran out of the city.

This person is Fushiyama Yue.

When he was refining the "elixir", he found that something was wrong, and he also figured out the key, so he rushed out to settle accounts with the owner.

But the smell was interrupted at the back of the market, and everywhere there was a fishy smell, and he was so angry that he was dizzy and could not discern it carefully.

At this time, Fu Shanyue's limbs were already a little stiff, and he ran in a strange posture. The residents of Tongcheng are accustomed to seeing all kinds of monsters, and they only look sideways at his strange behavior.

Fu Shanyue held his stomach down, and suddenly turned his head and ran out of the city.

Even if he ate something he shouldn't have eaten, he was so fast that the tracker could barely catch up.

Out of the city, he rushed all the way west into the mountains and forests, and never came out again.

Two hours later, Fu Gu arrived with the other guards: "Soushan! Earlier, a passer-by said that the young master rushed into this mountainous area."

The search was made in the evening.

Finally, a guard found a wooden sculpture facing up on his back in the ravine, and looked at its facial features, it was Fushan Yue!

Everyone was unaware of why, and one of the guards swallowed his spit and said, "This, what does this mean?"

The face of the wood carving is distorted and the expression is hideous, but the facial features are clearly Fushan Yue.

The young master went here first, but they couldn't find anyone when they searched for it, but they found a wood carving that was exactly the same as the young master.

This can't be a young master, right?

"What do you think?" Fu Jiu had a calm face, "Of course this is not the young master, look for it again!"

When everyone found the next afternoon from the night, they naturally found nothing.

The dove was swayed to close the team.

That night, however, he quietly left the inn and rode eastward for fifteen or sixteen miles, arriving at a small town.

There are only six or seven hundred people in this town, called Tianhe Town, and the townspeople are mainly farmers and long-term laborers.

The dove approached one of the houses and knocked lightly on the door, two short and three long.

As he approached, the neighbor opened the door and looked at him, then shrank back without saying a word.