Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

The three bright moons in the sky tonight illuminate the earth as brightly as day.

At the foot of Qifeng Mountain, more than two hundred people each held a big bowl, squatting or sitting on the ground scattered around several thatched huts.

Inside the bowl was a large bowl of boiled beans, with a few large pieces of overcooked fat on top.

"Master Zhang is full of pride, this meal is even richer than my New Year's Eve."

"I haven't smelled meat in years, either."

"Recalling that I used to be a tenant for others. After paying the rent every year, the little grain left over was enough to eat. The wild vegetables in the field were dug away as soon as they sprouted."

"I plan to be a coolie here in the future, until I die."

While chatting, the few people ate at a fast pace, swallowing the boiled beans in big mouthfuls.

As for the fat in the bowl, he sucked it in small mouthfuls, for fear that he would swallow it in one bite.

"Oh... oh oh..."

At this moment, figures in the bushes in the distance swayed, and a group of people rushed towards this side. With the moonlight and torches, the swords in the opponent's hands were very conspicuous, making the refugees look like their hairs stood on end.

"Oops, the bandits are here!"

When a coolie saw the bandits appear, he quickly stuffed the fat in the bowl into his mouth, choking him so much that he rolled his eyes.

Every year when the harvest season comes, bandits will enter the village to rob. Generally, the village will take precautions during this season.

"Wow! It smells so good!"

Jiang Tianba's team has been expanded recently, and now there are more than a hundred people, and a few mysterious masters are added to help out, which makes him full of confidence now, and feels that he has great potential in Wang Tuba's career.

I got the news today that Qifeng Mountain had just harvested, so he brought his troops here.

As soon as a group of bandits approached the camp, they smelled the smell of stewed meat, and their fighting spirit was immediately high. Even if they were bandits, it would be difficult to eat meat.

"Little ones, kill them for me, and dinner will be settled."

Following Jiang Tianba brandishing the Dahuan Dao and roaring loudly, a group of bandits rushed towards the camp.

"Guards gather!"

Zhang He drew out his big knife and let out a loud roar. The 40 members of the guard dropped their bowls and chopsticks, and quickly stood behind Zhang He like a conditioned reflex, forming a row of four.

This is the training result of the guards in the past few months.

Now five people have practiced the first sword in "Thirteen Knives of Chasing Souls and Death". Although the rest of them have not practiced, their overall physical fitness has been greatly improved.

As everyone's strength increases, their courage will also increase.

When facing the bandits last time, many people trembled quietly. Although they were still a little nervous this time, they no longer had any fear.

On the opposite side, more than a hundred people shouted and rushed into the camp. One coolie who hid too slowly was cut to the ground with a knife, and the rest of the coolies all scrambled and fled to the rear.

There were only forty members of the guard left in place, still motionless.

"kill!"

Zhang He yelled, and took the lead to meet and kill the bandits. The forty people behind him lined up to keep up with the same training as usual.

A bandit with a scarred face, as the backbone of the bandit, brandished a big knife and rushed to the front at the moment, shouting continuously.

As an old bandit with many years of experience, he knew that the more vicious he behaved, the less people would dare to provoke him.

At this moment, Zhang He had already rushed to him. Scarface saw the opponent slashing at him. Before he could block it, he felt a chill on his neck. Then he raised his eyes and saw his headless corpse Spit out blood.

Zhang He rushed forward, raising his sword and falling, and the bandits along the way did not have any enemies with him.

Old man Zhang still followed closely behind him, guarding the surrounding area for him, and wanted to sneak up on a few bandits if he had the chance.

The guards behind were inspired, and everyone was fighting with high spirits, and they soon joined forces with the bandits.

In addition to Zhang He,

The most valiant of the guards was Fat Tiger, who was less than ten years old.

The "Thirteen Knives of Chasing Souls" he practiced has almost touched the threshold of the second style, and he is far ahead of the other team members.

He was still a little nervous at the beginning, but after piercing the two people's stomachs, he gradually became numb.

Fat Tiger is so small that he can't reach his head, so he can only greet him from below his belly.

This time, there were actually several masters who had practiced martial arts hidden in the bandits. When Zhang He found out, several people had already been chopped down by the opponent's sword.

Zhang He immediately raised his saber to kill those masters, met one, raised his hand and slashed.

At this time, Zhang He's second knife came forward at a faster speed, and the man didn't dare to block any more and had to take a big step back to avoid it.

At this moment, the third knife had already passed through his neck.

At the same time, Fat Tiger also faced a master at this time, and the two sides were evenly matched for a while.

After Zhang He killed three masters one after another, the remaining two masters have been intercepted by his guards.

But he saw Jiang Tianba leading a few Xiaoluos to chase and kill the coolies, and a few bandits came out of the thatched hut, and set fire to it by the way.

"Ma Gan, Fat Tiger, you two take a group to the hut."

Zhang He smoothly stabbed Fat Tiger's opponent from back to front.

This master was not convinced when he was about to die, he was in a fierce fight with Fat Tiger, and this sneak attack from behind was not counted.

Although the number of guards is much smaller than that of the bandits, their training in the past few months has not been wasted after all.

There are four teams in total, and they are always fighting side by side, going forward all the way in unison. Facing these loose bandits, they can always push through them all the way.

In addition, the team members have practiced "Thirteen Swords of Soul Chasing and Death", and their personal force is also much higher than that of ordinary bandits.

At the same time, there were also a small number of coolies who, facing the prospect of being robbed of their jobs, refused to obey, rose up to resist, and fought desperately with the bandits.

It takes several years to eat meat once, how can it be snatched away by someone.

Therefore, after about half an hour of fierce fighting, the battle ended, the bandit army division died in the chaos of knives, the bandit leader Jiang Tianba was captured alive by Fat Tiger, and the remaining few bandits fled in all directions.

At this time, three thatched huts at the foot of the mountain were burned down, and there were scattered corpses lying all over Qifeng Mountain, including refugees, bandits, and several guards died in battle.

"Father, you deal with the aftermath at home, and I'll come back as soon as I go."

"Ma Gan, you will bring a small team to the bandit valley ahead later."

Zhang He only explained a few words, and rode on the bay red horse to the way the bandits came.

Now that the bandits have been defeated, the ransacking of the house must not be forgotten, and it must be done quickly. If it is later, other bandits will run away.

They have been with this bandit, and after a long time, they will naturally know the valley where the other party is. When he arrived, the people staying here did not know that Jiang Tianba was defeated and captured.

There were two bandits stationed at the entrance of the valley. Seeing Zhang He's arrival, they obviously didn't understand what was going on.

Zhang He cut off his head without any explanation, and rushed into the valley on horseback. Anyone who dared to resist would be beheaded by him.