Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

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

At the foot of Qifeng Mountain, more than 200 people each carrying a large bowl, squatting or sitting on the ground, scattered around several thatched cottages.

In the bowl was a large bowl of boiled beans, and on top were a few pieces of big fat stewed meat.

"Master Zhang is so arrogant, this meal is even more plentiful than my Chinese New Year."

"I haven't smelled meat for years."

"I remembered that I used to be a tenant. After paying the rent every year, there was enough food left to eat. The wild vegetables in the field were poached as soon as they nodded."

"I plan to work here as a coolie until I die."

A few people chatted, but the speed of eating was not slow at all, and they gulped the boiled beans into their stomachs.

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

"Oh... oh oh..."

At this moment, the 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 each other's hands were very conspicuous, making the refugees look like their hair was standing upright.

"Oops, the bandits are here!"

When a coolie saw the bandit appearing, he hurriedly stuffed the fat from the bowl into his mouth, causing him to roll his eyes in choking.

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

"Wow! It's so fragrant!"

Jiang Tianba's team has recently been expanded, and now there are more than 100 people, plus a few mysterious masters to help him, so he is now full of confidence, and feels that he has a great future in the king's hegemony.

I got the news today. I heard that Qifeng Mountain had just harvested it, so he brought people to come.

As soon as the bandits approached the camp, they smelled the aroma of stewed meat, and their fighting spirit was high. Even if they were bandits, it was hard to eat meat.

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

As Jiang Tianba swung the big ring saber and shouted loudly, a group of bandits rushed to the camp.

"The guards gather!"

Zhang He took out his big knife and roared loudly. The 40 guards threw down the bowls and chopsticks in their hands and quickly stood behind Zhang He like a conditioned reflex, forming a line of four.

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

At present, five people have practiced the first sword of "Thirteen Swords of Soul Pursuit". Although the rest have not practiced, their overall physical fitness has been greatly improved.

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

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

On the opposite side, more than a hundred people rushed into the camp shouting. One coolie who was hiding too slowly was slashed to the ground with a knife, and the rest of the coolies all rolled and ran to the rear.

There were only 40 guards left on the spot, still motionless.

"kill!"

Zhang He shouted loudly and took the lead to face the bandits and kill them. The 40 people behind him lined up to keep up, just like in normal training.

A bandit with a scar-faced face, as the backbone of the bandit, dashed at the front with a big knife at the moment, shouting constantly.

As an old bandit with many years of experience, he knows that the more vicious he behaves, the less he will dare to provoke him.

At this moment, Zhang He had already rushed in front of him, and saw that the other side was slashing with a knife on his scarred face. Before he could block, he felt a chill in his neck, and then he raised his eyes and saw his headless corpse was on the way. Spit blood out.

Zhang He rushed to the front, raised his sword and fell, and the bandits along the way had no enemy of Yihe.

The old man Zhang still followed closely behind him, guarding the surroundings for him. If there was a chance, he would even attack a few bandits.

The guards behind them were inspired, and they all fought with high spirits, and they soon fought with the bandits.

Apart from Zhang He, the bravest member of the guard team turned out to be a fat tiger who was less than ten years old.

The "Thirteen Swords of Soul Chasing and Killing" that he practiced is about to touch the threshold of the second style, and he is far away to be selected by other team members.

At the beginning, he was still a little nervous, but after piercing the stomachs of the two, he gradually became numb.

Chubby Tiger was so small that he couldn't reach his head, so he could only greet him from below his stomach.

This time, there were even a few masters who had practiced martial arts hidden in the bandit group. When Zhang He discovered it, several people had been beheaded by the opponent in a row.

Zhang He immediately raised his sword to kill the masters, and when he met one, he raised his hand and slashed.

At this time, Zhang He's second knife slashed at a faster speed. This man didn't dare to block any more and could only take a big step back to avoid it.

At this moment, the third knife had already slashed across his neck.

At the same time, Fat Tiger also confronted a master at this time, and the two sides were indistinguishable for a while.

After Zhang He beheaded three masters one after another, the remaining two masters were intercepted by his guards.

However, he saw that Jiang Tianba was chasing down the coolies with a few hooligans, and a few bandits came out of the thatched hut and set a fire by the way.

"Hemp pole, fat tiger, you two take a group to the thatched hut."

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

This master was unconvinced when he was dying. He was fighting with Fat Tiger, so this sneak attack from behind was nothing. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

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

They had a total of four teams, who were always next to each other, marching forward in unison. Facing these loose bandits, they could always push them all the way.

Coupled with the fact that the team members have practiced "Thirteen Swords of Pursuit of Souls", their personal strength is also much higher than that of ordinary bandits.

At the same time, there are also a small number of coolies who are swearing to the death when their meat is about to be taken away from their jobs, stand up and fight to the death with the bandits.

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

Therefore, after about half an hour of fierce fighting, the battle was over, the bandit military division was killed in the chaos of the sword, the bandit leader Jiang Tianba was captured by the fat tiger, and the remaining few bandits fled.

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

"Father, you do the aftermath at home, I'll go back when I go."

"Makan, you will bring a team to the bandit valley ahead."

Zhang He only explained a few words, then rode on the red horse and headed for the bandits.

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

They were with this bandit. After a long time, they naturally knew the valley where the other party was. When he arrived, the people who stayed here didn't know that Jiang Tianba was defeated and captured.

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

Zhang He had his head beheaded and rushed into the valley on horseback. Anyone who dared to resist would be beheaded by him.