SFS Chapter 155 The Ghostly Scholar Wang Xiaoyang!
Chapter 155 The Ghostly Scholar Wang Xiaoyang!
Chapter 155 The Ghostly Scholar Wang Xiaoyang!
Night fell, and the stars appeared. Wang Hu buried Wang Xuan not far from his own home. Ye Ru, Kong Hexuan, and the others simply watched without saying a word.
"What are your plans next?"
Ye Ru thought Wang Hu would go to Hengshan to seek revenge on those bandits, but found that Wang Hu was not unusual at all, and instead calmed down.
“Lord Ye, I know that a small act of impatience can ruin a great plan. Moreover, there are too many bandits in Hengshan. A month ago, the state troops tried to suppress them, but they were all massacred by the enemy, just like Lord Wu'an Bai Qi massacred 400,000 surrendered soldiers. That's why I want to join the army.”
Wang Hu's eyes were bloodshot with hatred; he hated himself for being so weak.
"I can help you, Wang Yuan, what about you?"
Ye Ru looked at Wang Yuan and then said.
"I also want to join the army with my cousin."
Wang Yuandao.
"In that case, I will write a letter to General Chen and ask them to find you two good jobs."
Ye Ru nodded and used the Hongyin seal to send a message to Chen Tianjian. He understood the character of Wang Hu and the other man; joining the army to resist foreign aggression was a patriotic act.
Time passed, and everyone fell asleep. A bright moon rose in the sky, but it did not shine at all; instead, it seemed particularly desolate.
At some point, Wang Hu opened his eyes, his eyes bloodshot with rage, and he kowtowed three times to Ye Ru:
"Lord Ye, thank you for your immense kindness. If I can return alive tomorrow, I will brave mountains of knives and seas of fire. If not, then I can only repay your great kindness in the next life."
After saying that, Wang Hu stood up, took out all his savings, gently placed them next to Ye Ru, and turned to walk towards Hengshan.
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On the mountainside of Hengshan, the lights were bright, and countless bandits were drinking and feasting. At this moment, Wang Hu, holding a battle sword and shirtless, came to the foot of Hengshan. The sound of clinking glasses on the mountain pierced his heart.
My younger sister is getting married in a couple of days, and I promised to give her a big red envelope. But in the blink of an eye, everything has changed. First, I was humiliated by the county magistrate, and then by this gang of bandits.
"You bunch of beasts!"
Wang Hu roared to the sky and headed straight for the mountaintop, ready to seek revenge on the bandits of Hengshan.
"Hmph, looking for death!"
At that moment, a bandit rushed up, but before he could finish speaking, he was cleaved in two by Wang Hu.
Wang Hu never intended to leave alive after coming here; even if he died, he would seek revenge!
At the headquarters of the bandit camp in Hengshan, a scholar wearing a ghost mask and twirling a jade pendant in his hand was drinking with his bandits. However, before he could finish his drink, a bandit stumbled out.
"Your Majesty, a reckless brat has come knocking, and he seems to possess considerable strength."
The ghostly scholar smiled, then stood up:
"Let's go, it's impolite not to reciprocate."
Wang Hu arrived halfway up the mountain. He had already killed dozens of people, but his body was covered in wounds.
"Who are you, you scoundrel? State your name!"
The masked scholar seemed to be smiling, and said calmly.
"Wang Hu, you were the ones who attacked Wang Xuan in Qu County, weren't you? I'm here today for revenge!"
Wang Hu's eyes turned bloodshot as he charged toward the masked scholar.
"A mantis's arm is like a chariot, and he does not overestimate his own capabilities."
The ghostly scholar took out paper and pen and quickly wrote:
"The king is raising an army; let us prepare our spears and shields. We will fight together against this common enemy."
As soon as the poem was written, two ink-clad soldiers appeared, raised their spears, and charged at Wang Hu.
Mo Bing charged out, carrying immense energy, and slammed into Wang Hu, sending the latter flying.
"No one who has come to my Hengshan has ever come out alive."
The ghostly scholar wrote another poem, which then transformed into dozens of ink soldiers, who bombarded Wang Hu.
"Anyone who dares to touch him, today we'll make your entire Hengshan bandit gang pay with their blood!"
As soon as the ghostly scholar finished speaking, a powerful force of ink energy crashed down from the sky onto the ink soldiers, instantly turning them into countless streams of ink.
Immediately afterwards, a scholar dressed in Zhuge Liang's robes stepped off a flying boat in the distance and locked eyes with the ghostly scholar.
"It's you!"
When the ghostly scholar saw Ye Ru, his eyes suddenly filled with a chilling killing intent, and Kong Hexuan, upon seeing this ghostly scholar, immediately cried out:
"It's actually a ghost scholar who's sided with the demon race!"
"The Ghost Scholar?"
Ye Ru frowned, thinking that Wang Bieqiu and Wang Xiaoyang must have become ghost scholars when they joined the demon race.
"I never expected that there would be a ghost scholar in Hengshan. No wonder the state army led the troops to wipe them out, but they were all killed by the enemy."
Kong Hexuan immediately understood the reason behind it all.
"long time no see."
The scholar looked at Ye Ru, then suddenly chuckled, and what he said next made Ye Ru's pupils shrink:
"Ye Ru..."
Upon hearing this, Ye Ru suddenly felt uneasy, and this unease grew stronger and stronger.
"What? Has Ye Tongsheng's meteoric rise made him forgetful? He doesn't even recognize me?"
Under Ye Ru's gaze, the smile beneath the ghostly scholar's mask grew ever wider.
The laughter made Ye Ru's heart skip a beat, and then he seemed to realize something.
The ghostly scholar's smile faded, and he slowly touched his mask with his palm before gently removing it.
The mask was removed, revealing a face covered in burn marks and branding. This caused Ye Ru's pupils to constrict sharply, and he exclaimed in disbelief:
"It really was you!"
The ghostly scholar who appeared in front of Ye Ru was no stranger to him; he was Wang Xiaoyang, the son of Wang Bieqiu from Qingyun County, with whom Ye Ru had a falling out!
However, at this moment, half of Wang Xiaoyang's face was burned beyond recognition, looking extremely ferocious.
The surrounding bandits were also terrified, because Wang Xiaoyang's face had become too frightening.
He could have passed the imperial examination and become a scholar, rising rapidly in his career, or at least a successful candidate in the provincial examination. However, because of the person in front of him, he was forced to join the demon race. Furthermore, Chen Sijun's arbitration almost cost him his life.
If he hadn't revealed Ye Ru's secret just before he died, the demon race probably wouldn't have used their secret techniques to help him escape.
Ye Ruxin gradually calmed down in the face of Wang Xiaoyang's resentful gaze, and then said coldly, "A disgrace to the human race. I didn't expect that the Arbitration of the Saints would not kill you."
"A scholar should be viewed with new eyes after three days' absence. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to waste my life to reach the rank of Juren. Today, I will show you the power of a Juren!"
Wang Xiaoyang let out a sneer, and the Xuan paper floated in the air on its own. Then he picked up his brush and began to write the "Ode to the Mountains" that Su Wenmo had comprehended in the mountains. As the text was written, a phantom of a tall mountain descended from the sky and crashed down on Ye Ru.
Upon seeing this, Ye Ru's expression changed, and he quickly wrote down the lines from the poem he had used to invoke the holy Lü Bu during the Qingming Festival archery contest:
"The archery skills of Marquis Wen are rare in the world..."
The ever-growing mountains were reflected in Ye Ru's pupils. He wrote them down in ten breaths, and countless talents transformed into a war god, Lü Bu. Lü Bu drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and fired the final shot!