Chapter 64 — One Staff Stirs Rivers and Mountains

. 'The gibbons on both banks cry without cease, ever bringing heroes to tears! ' Heartache, alas!

" He lifted his bamboo staff and tapped the river's surface. The great river's surface was already turbulent, but now the entire river suddenly heaved violently several times. Waves along both banks of the Yong River surged more than ten zhang high, giant waves splitting the sky.

Even the tower ship pitched and tossed, and the many soldiers aboard were shaken so badly they could not keep their footing! Beneath the river's surface, the waters suddenly parted to both sides, revealing the massive spine of a giant beast, dark blue-black, as if an islet had suddenly emerged at the river's center. The Yong River convulsed, and even the giant beast was shaken out of the water, flying into the air before crashing back down with a boom. Shen Mu immediately saw that the giant beast was bound by chains, the other end of which were tied to the tower ship.

The ship's great speed was surely thanks to this beast.

Strangely enough, while the river's surface convulsed violently everywhere else, the water beneath Shen Mu's feet remained calm and still, without the slightest ripple. The Seventh Young Master hastily grabbed the ship's rail to keep from falling into the river and could not help calling out, "Old Senior, it's 'Before the campaign succeeds, the hero dies—ever bringing heroes to tears! ' You said it wrong. " Shen Mu could not help saying, "Young Master, what he means is that if you die here, it will be 'before the campaign succeeds, the hero dies.

' But right now you are still alive, only able to shout and yell—so naturally it is 'the gibbons cry without cease. ' If you insist on getting to the bottom of things, then you will die first.

Blind Grandpa is actually quite learned. " The blind old man looked smug and chuckled.

"Shen-er knows me best. If it were that lame old man or that deaf old man and those other scoundrels, they would surely mock me for being sentimental.

" Shen Feiyue's eye twitched. The blind old man's strength was somewhat beyond his expectations.

Just now the blind old man had only tapped the Yong River—fortunately it was only a tap. Had it been an upward flick, the entire river's surface would likely have been lifted by him! Pei Wujiu in the black ice also fell silent.

Clearly, from the blind old man's staff tapping the river, he had deduced the old man's strength—very difficult to provoke. If he insisted on his sword, he would likely die here. "Leave the Chubao sword here for now. Let's go—sail! " At Shen Feiyue's command, a soldier immediately took out a horn and blew it—doo, doo.

The horn's sound was deep and frightening. Hearing it, the giant beast beneath the water stirred up wind and waves.

The river's waters suddenly rose, like a water mountain far higher than the rest of the river's surface, lifting the tower ship as it roared downstream! "General Shen, didn't you just ask that blind old man who killed Ling Hanchuan? Why leave without getting an answer?

" Several palace maids surrounded the Seventh Young Master. He poked his head out from among them and asked curiously. "Young Master, this subordinate has already found out.

" General Shen sneered, "Ling Hanchuan died at the hands of that blind old man just now.

The Spear God of his day, now turned blind old man, actually living in seclusion in this small village! Then what terrifying beings might be living in seclusion alongside him? This subordinate cannot pacify this small village—I can only go request reinforcements! " His armor clattered as he shook, and the light in his eyes was like blades and spears contending: "All under heaven is the king's land; all within the four seas are the king's subjects! This Wasteland is also the court's territory, not a place beyond the law!

Ling Hanchuan was a court official—how could he die at the hands of common bandits? This village must be pacified, must be destroyed, to uphold our kingdom's might, to uphold the might of our Jingping Imperial Preceptor, to let the majesty of His Imperial Majesty descend upon the Wasteland! " "What a grand display of authority. " Suddenly a voice came.

General Shen shuddered with fear and turned his head with difficulty.

A lame old man had appeared behind him at some unknown time, leaning against the ship's rail with a simple, honest smile on his face. Shen Feiyue's eye twitched violently. The lame old man's figure vanished and then was pressed back-to-back against him. How the lame old man had disappeared and how he had appeared behind him, he could not see at all!

Cold sweat rolled down Shen Feiyue's forehead. His palm was already on the hilt of the sword at his waist, yet he dared not move a muscle. "Such a big mouth—does the Jingping Imperial Preceptor know? " The lame old man bent down and looked at the maps of the Yong River on the ship. He smiled. "The Jingping Imperial Preceptor sent you to chart the Yong River—is he planning to send troops against my Wasteland?

Tsk tsk, this little dragon is so pitiful.

Eh? Pei Wujiu, why the sour face? I'm taking your scabbard.

This banner of yours is nice—I'll take it too. . .

This young fellow, your jade is nice, and the fan too. .

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Pah pah, you're actually a girl—bad luck! " Shen Feiyue suddenly caught a flaw and turned like lightning, drawing his sword—but the lame old man behind him had already vanished! The lame old man's laughter came from dozens of li away: "Go back and tell the Jingping Imperial Preceptor to take good care of my leg—don't lose it. I will come to retrieve it myself! "