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Chapter 1 - The Speak of the New York-based Qing Nation
”Where am I?” Xiao Letian opened her eyes in a daze, but when she looked around, she could only see trees and towering mountains that were swaying in the cold wind.
”Why did the weather suddenly become so cold? I remember that it wasn't this cold when I entered the mountain.” ”What about the bonfire, the tent, and the climbing bag I use as a pillow?” Only the stream that was still running slowly around him proved that he was still in his old campground, but how could the surrounding trees suddenly become dense?
Xiao Letian did not have any strength left in his body. It was as if he had went on a long and long hike, all of his physical strength had already been exhausted.
”Water... I need some water... ” Xiao Letian gathered some energy and struggled to climb up the creek. When he was able to touch the icy cold stream water, his head would start to feel dizzy.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from behind him. There was also the sound of someone's hurried voice. Xiao Letian wanted to turn his head and look, but before he could do so, his vision turned black and he fainted on the stone beach.
”This trip to Taihang Mountains to camp was a huge mistake …” These were the last words that came out of Xiao Letian's mind before he disappeared.
Not far from where Xiao Letian was unconscious, there were three loud popping sounds, the underbrush on the mountain slope shook violently, followed by excited cheers: ”Qing San Ye is mighty, with godly might, it's simply Sai Li Guang, Little Hua Rong …” A few soldiers wearing the Eight Banners Banner excitedly rushed into the underbrush on the hillside. Not long later, they took out a fat rabbit.
Qing San Ye was the number one expert in the Western Tomb Protector Army of the Yi County. It was known as the Peerless Cavalry Arrows, and was one of the Fuche with the surname of, whose full name was Fu Qing. Normally, when the soldiers flattered him like this, he would laugh so much that his eyes would narrow. He might even throw a handful of copper coins to reward them.
However, Qing San Ye was not excited at all by the flattery. His eyes were staring at a tall man riding a horse not far away. On closer look, it turned out to be a foreign devil?
”General Qing …” Your archery skills are truly amazing. In my opinion, you are even better than the Japan's best master of archery … Don't you want to take a picture? ”I'll give you one, and I'll record your figure …” After the foreign devil finished speaking, his follower, the little black Sai Men, started to point the camera towards the Qing San Ye.
I can't believe it, the Qing San Ye's men even threw away their dead rabbits and jumped in front of the horses to block them with loyalty, ”Master San, dismount, this is a foreign devil's soul stealing item, you will lose a sliver of your soul each time … ”Foreign devil, I've long seen that you're not a good person. Now that you've finally revealed your skills, if you have the guts, come at us …”
Aiyo, it seems like these soldiers were born into the family. There really aren't any soldiers with such average loyalty. Qing San Ye also didn't have the previous confidence, he just wanted the son of his family to get off his horse and hide behind the pile of people while looking at the devil-like Sai Men couldn't even speak properly.
”Stop …” Stop... This is the world of our Great Qing, how can we allow you to be so impudent? Put down the demon artifact … ”
Just as the foreign devil and the Martial Grand Master were in a stalemate, a figure suddenly ran over from the east. As he ran, he shouted, ”Sir …” ”Ladies and gentlemen, quickly come and take a look! We've captured a long-haired remnant …” The person who ran over was a small boy wearing a cap with melon skin and a blue robe. His head was covered in sweat.
When the Qing San Ye and the foreign devil heard that there was a long-haired remnant, they immediately ran towards the west without fighting any further. They circled around a four meter tall white rock, and found that the people in the caravan had already surrounded them.
”Manager Fan, what's going on? ”Where did you find it …” Qing San Ye was asking about a skinny old man. He was wearing a black satin robe with a goatee, and his two small eyes were shining brightly. He was the big boss of this caravan, the big shopkeeper of Jin Shang.
”Master San, don't worry, we didn't find him when the caravan was resting just now. Later, when the shop assistant went to fetch water, he found him by the stream. He thought he was a mountain villager, but when he turned around, he scared the old man …”
What Manager Fan said was not wrong, when Qing San Ye and the foreign devil looked down, they realized that this fair and handsome young man was truly strange. First of all, he had no braids. His hair looked like it hadn't been a month since he had shaved his head, and his clothes were very strange. It was actually similar to a foreigner's style.
You say he is a monk, and there is no scar on his head, you say he is a remnant of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and the clothes he wore were the style of foreign devils, no matter how experienced or knowledgeable the Qing San Ye is, he would not be able to figure out this person's background. As a result, he subconsciously and Manager Fan stealthily glanced at the foreign devil's body.