Chapter 64 — One Staff Stirs Rivers and Mountains
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 4 of 4
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! "