Mountains and Seas

Chapter 4: Classic of Mountains and Seas

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"What are you screaming about? Open your eyes and see clearly. That boy is not dead at all." Yang Biao, who was sitting next to the pot, observed carefully and finally found something wrong. This was not the legendary corpse-resurrection at all.

"Go, bring the person here for me."

Yang Biao's words finally brought Qingpi and Shayao back to their senses from their trembling horror. They looked at Zhu Li suspiciously. The young man frowned slightly, holding his sister to his chest, and seemed to want to run away.

This discovery made the two of them look embarrassed instantly.

"How dare you scare us, you bastard."

"Go ahead and beat him up."

Qingpi and Shayao were furious. They had just lost face. They rushed towards Zhu Li shouting, but they were almost scared to death by a little brat, which made them lose face.

Zhu Li didn't want to fight with them. These three bastards brought them and their brother to this secluded place, obviously with bad intentions.

Moreover, the enemy outnumbered us, and he had a burden with him. The best option now was to run away. But when he stood up and was about to escape, he suddenly felt his body very stiff. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.

In just a moment, Qingpi and Shayao had already rushed to a place not far in front of him, with angry eyes and murderous intent, looking like they were ready to eat someone.

"Damn it, you dare to scare your brother. You are really looking for death."

"Just accept your fate, you bastard."

The two men cursed and swung their fists at Zhu Li.

Perhaps because he had just woken up, Zhu Li's whole body was stiff and his blood circulation was blocked. He only had time to avoid Qingpi's punch to the chest and subconsciously tried to prevent Zhu Ning'er from getting hurt. However, he was unable to avoid Sha Yao's punch that went straight to his temple. This punch was so powerful that it was obvious that there was no mercy at all.

The sound of fists whistled in my ears, my body was stiff and I couldn't move, and the result seemed predictable.

At this moment of life and death, an antique book suddenly appeared out of thin air in Zhu Li's mind, and there seemed to be a deafening sound of recitation appearing at the same time.

The book was exquisite but a little old. The three eye-catching large characters on the cover made Zhu Li stunned. "Classic of Mountains and Seas". Isn't this the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" sold to him by the old book seller? How come it appeared here? Zhu Li was a little confused, but he didn't have time to think about it. The sound of recitation became clearer and clearer, as if it was still ringing in his ears.

"In the White Floating Jade Mountain, there is a beast that looks like a tiger with an ox's tail, and makes a sound like a barking dog. Its name is Zhui, and it eats people. It is a strange beast, a fierce Zhui, and it possesses people."

The sound was like a loud bell and disappeared in a flash. Before the voice finished, a huge phantom of a wild boar suddenly appeared in Zhu Li's mind. The wild boar was incomparably large, as big as a small pavilion. The most eye-catching features were the two fangs on the corners of its mouth, which were cold and gloomy, and set off the entire phantom, which was full of wild and ferocious aura.

The shadow appeared and disappeared in a flash, and then it shattered into countless light points. The light points fell gently and gradually sank into Zhu Li's body.

This sudden situation completely stunned Zhu Li. He didn't understand what was going on. However, as the light spot disappeared from Zhu Li's mind, he suddenly felt an inexplicable energy pouring into his body.

This energy seemed to have been hidden in his body. It was stimulated by the crisis in front of him and was forcibly exerted. As soon as it appeared, it not only instantly eliminated the

Not only was there no discomfort, but Zhu Li's movements suddenly became more agile.

At the same time, Sha Yao's fatal punch was already very close, leaving Zhu Li with no time to think. He suddenly knocked his head, and his forehead hit Sha Yao's vicious fist.

"Bang"

"Click"

The fists and foreheads collided with each other, and there was a loud clanging sound, and the sound of broken bones was heard at the same time.

"Ouch, asshole."

After the collision, Zhu Li's head was fine, but Sha Yao's wrist was broken. This sudden situation not only shocked Qingpi, but also stunned Zhu Li.

When did the head become so hard? Sha Yao's fierce punch only made Zhu Li's forehead a little painful, nothing else happened.

However, being in adversity, Zhu Li had no time to be dazed. After realizing this, he quickly cheered up.

In the sight, Qingpi, whose attack failed, was now staring blankly at Sha Yao, who was holding his wrist and crying out in pain, his eyes full of surprise and confusion.

Opportunity is rare and will never come back. Zhu Li took advantage of the situation and threw a long straight punch. He raised his right arm, pulled his right elbow back slightly, and then struck out swiftly, hitting Qingpi's cheek hard.

"Bang"

"Ouch!"

There was another scream, and along with it, Qingpi's skinny body was actually knocked back by Zhu Li's ordinary long straight punch. He retreated six or seven steps before falling to the ground with a "thump".

As luck would have it, Zhu Li punched the opponent's cheek-cartilage point. Qingpi felt the pain and came to his senses, but the hit on the cheek-cartilage point made him cry and snot, and even his jaw was dislocated. His vision towards Zhu Li was blurred and he had no way to fight back.

Not only has his head become harder, but now his strength is also incredibly great.

Zhu Li didn't have time to think about why his punch was so heavy. What he had to do now was to knock down the two men and leave quickly. While Qingpi was unable to fight back, he didn't hesitate, jumped up, and punched Sha Yao.

Punches flew like the wind, kicks like rain, and in an instant, the forest was filled with Sha Yao's painful howls of crying for his parents. Now he could not see Zhu Li's attacking fists and feet at all, and he was so frustrated that he could only hold his head, curl up like a lobster, and accept his fate and take the beating.

Zhu Li felt as if he was assisted by God. He punched and kicked without any hesitation, as if this was the skill he was supposed to have. Perhaps it was the result of this body's martial arts training since childhood. He could only attribute it to this.

The "Classic of Mountains and Seas" that appeared in his mind only made him curious, but he didn't think about the changes in his body at all.

Qingpi and Shayao were obviously no match for Yang Biao. This was beyond his expectations. The food he had obtained was about to fly away, so how could he still sit there

Yang Biao stood up and without saying a word, he rushed towards Zhu Li with his burly and fat body like a small whirlwind. Zhu Li heard the noise and did not dare to delay. He quickly gave up chasing Sha Yao and turned around and ran away.

The escape was initiated in a hurry. Zhu Li had no time to identify the direction. He just spotted a relatively open road and stepped on it.

Yang Biao, Sha Yao and Qingpi, who were behind him, immediately chased after Zhu Li as soon as they saw him running away. They looked as if Zhu Li had snatched his wife away from him.

It's very strange to say that if it was in the past, running at this speed, it would only take a few minutes to feel dry mouth.

, out of breath, but now, Zhu Li has been running wildly for nearly half an hour, and his breath is still long, not panting or irritable, and there are only some thin sweat on his body.

As for Yang Biao and the other two behind him, they had already disappeared. Zhu Li did not dare to stop, for fear that they would catch up with him. He continued to run for another half an hour, only stopping when he was a little out of breath. He wanted to find a secluded corner to rest and sort out his thoughts after all these unexpected changes.

But before he could find a place, countless people came rushing towards him. At a glance, it was a sea of heads, endless, much more than the fleeing army Zhu Li had imagined.

The leader, with a long sword on his waist, was mighty and ferocious, with a beard, riding on a mule, looking like a general.

Behind the mule followed a donkey cart. The donkey cart was flat and uncovered. In fact, it would be more appropriate to call it a cart, but it was pulled by a donkey. Kneeling on the cart was a beautiful young woman who was loved by everyone. A mighty man who looked like a general was riding on the mule. From time to time, he would look back at the young woman, revealing a rare warmth.

Several sturdy and high-spirited men gathered around the cart, armed with guns and spears, looking very majestic, as if they were protecting the young woman on the cart.

On one side of the donkey cart, two Taoist priests dressed as sorcerers were staggering along the side. Among them was a Taoist priest with a thin face and goat beard. He would occasionally steal a glance at the young woman, his eyes full of lust.

Behind the donkey cart, there was a bustling crowd of hungry people in ragged clothes and with pale faces, following closely behind the strong man riding the mule and the donkey cart.

Among the hungry people, the strong men, more or less, always put on a suit of armor in a weird way, but they held weapons such as hoes, hammers, sickles, and rakes in their hands, and followed the donkey carts as if they were parading through the city.

Mixed in with the hungry people were some old, weak, women and children, who also held weapons in their hands. Rolling pins, kitchen knives, spoons and other utensils were vaguely visible.

This group of people saw Zhu Li from afar. The boy looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a little girl hanging on his chest like a koala. It was obvious that he was a refugee.

The sturdy man riding the mule didn't even look at Zhu Li. He tapped the mule's belly with his feet and walked straight past Zhu Li.

Seeing this group of people, Zhu Li was completely confused. What kind of people are they? They are refugees, but that is not simply the case. Although one can tell at a glance that most of them are poor people, they exude a faint smell of blood, and there seems to be a vague murderous aura.

It's not like they are a military. Although these people have certain disciplines, they can't get rid of the rustic air of their humble origins.

Just when Zhu Li was uncertain and guessing, a hand suddenly stretched out. Zhu Li subconsciously raised his hand to block it, and with a "pop", he blocked the hand back.

"Hey, not bad, I actually managed to dodge Third Brother's grab."

A weird voice woke Zhu Li from his confused suspicion. Following the voice, he saw a sturdy young man of about 21 or 22 years old, looking at him with an unhappy expression.

Next to the young man, a sturdy young man of about eighteen or nineteen years old also looked at him in surprise, but it seemed that the sturdy young man didn't care at all and said directly: "Second brother, I just want to pull this boy over, otherwise, he will be beheaded if he stands on the march."