This is how immortals are cultivated

Because he was squatting on the ground, he happened to see two people standing next to him, and Fang Xi raised his arm, grasped the hatchet tightly, and embedded the hatchet into his companion's neck.

He saw some blood splattered on Fang Xi's cheek, and this 'Fang Xi' was smacking his lips at this moment, as if he was dissatisfied with the fact that the hatchet in his hand was too blunt and he didn't chop off his head directly.

"Big...brother..."

The last hanger-on murmured the name of the Split Neck hanger-on who was still making a gurgling sound with his mouth as he exhaled his last breath, but his legs went weak and he sat down on the ground.

It's okay to let these hangers-on use the excuse of being county yamen officials to bully the peddlers in the city or the honest farmers in the countryside, but they don't have the courage or ruthlessness to kill people and see blood.

However, Fang Suichu didn't say much. He kicked the hanger-on in front of him, knocking his suffocating body to the ground. At the same time, he pulled out the hatchet, and then chopped it with his backhand, hitting the side of the neck of the hanger-on who was sitting on the ground.

Ten meters away, the tax collector who saw what happened in less than a minute was so exhausted that his legs were shaking.

He never expected that his confident and sure-fire trip to grab the land would turn out like this.

However, he finally reacted, turned around and fled out of the yard.

But just as he turned around and took a few steps, the sound of breaking air came from behind him again.

The sound was close to the ground, and the next moment, the tax collector who was running suddenly shifted his center of gravity forward and fell to the ground in front of the courtyard gate.

He let out a heart-wrenching scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

But he saw that the soles of his feet below his ankles were missing.

A hatchet fell quietly to the ground a few meters away from him.

Screaming, the tax collector struggled to turn over and look ahead.

The three hangers-on's bodies were already dead and piled on the ground in the yard, while a figure was squatting beside them, reaching into their arms one by one.

The hatchet seemed to be thrown casually by the opponent, but it spun around and accurately cut off his ankle.

Fang Suichu took out a dagger from the arms of the burly man who was called the boss by the hangers-on.

The dagger had been sharpened and still had the smell of blood on it, which showed that its owner had obviously used this weapon before.

The dagger was the kind produced by an ordinary blacksmith shop. It could not be called a magical weapon, but it was countless times better than the hatchet that he had just used temporarily during the New Year's Eve.

He then found some copper coins from the arms of the other two men, and then Fang Suichu stood up.

He stretched his muscles, and his whole body made crisp sounds like popping beans.

"Not bad, it's upgraded by one or two levels. Now, this body can finally catch up with the quality of an average person."

Fang Suichu had just killed three people in a row using purely technical skills, without any numerical calculations involved, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

After searching the corpse and picking up the spoils, Fang Suichu finally looked at the tax collector.

The tax collector also saw Fang Suichu walking towards him at this time, and he was so frightened that he supported his body with his arms and tried to escape.

But how can the speed be compared to that of a person who is just strolling?

When the tax collector had already touched the firewood on the courtyard wall, Fang Suichu had already arrived beside him.

The tax collector looked at Fang Suichu, whose cheek was stained with blood and had not yet been wiped clean, and immediately shouted in horror:

"No, don't kill me."

"Killing someone means paying with your life! Killing someone means beheading..."

"Killing an official means exterminating all nine generations of his clan. They will be cut into pieces and tortured to death!"

"Killing me is tantamount to rebellion!"

"Rebellion, do you understand?"

However, no matter how loudly the tax collector roared, trying to scare Fang Xi, Fang Xi remained expressionless from beginning to end.

Not only was his face expressionless, but even his eyes were eerily calm.

Looking at those eyes, the tax collector finally understood why he felt afraid when he looked into the other person's eyes and when he was stared at by the other person.

This 'Fang Xi' was completely different from the untouchables he had seen and knew very well. The difference was that there was not a trace of the cowardice and humility of the untouchables towards the powerful and wealthy in his eyes.

Treating him, treating him as the representative of the laws and order of the Great Xia court, is no different from treating pigs and sheep.

"rebel..."

Fang Xi suddenly spoke, and his movements paused for a moment.

Catching this detail, the already desperate tax collector suddenly felt like he had seen his last straw and shouted:

"That's right, it's a rebellion. The imperial court will send troops to capture you, put you in jail, and then execute you..."

"Let me go... Let me go back, and pretend that what happened today never happened..."

The tax collector's voice gradually became quieter, and finally, although he opened his mouth, no sound came out.

Because he saw that the person in front of him was smiling, and his smile was extremely cheerful, and it was obvious that he loved life very much.

He heard the man say:

"So the main quest is to rebel. I see. Thank you."

Then the tax collector's eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

Chapter 165 Entering the City

The atmosphere in Fangjia Village is now eerily quiet.

The doors and windows of every household were closed, as if there was something extremely terrifying outside.

At the end of the village, Fang Xi's house.

Fang Suichu was taking off his clothes and washing his body with water drawn from the well at the village entrance.

Behind his yard, there was a hoe lying there, and next to the hoe there was a slight bulge, as if it was a big hole that had just been dug and then filled.

After washing himself and changing into a new set of clothes, which were actually made of rough linen, Fang Suichu went to the courtyard again. There, they were burning firewood and making a simple stand. On the stand was a plump, plucked chicken.

This local chicken was bought by Fang Suichu from next door.

When the neighbors next door saw him, they were so scared that they hid inside the house.

Fang Suichu threw a piece of silver he had taken from the tax collector into his house, and then caught the fattest chicken from the neighbor's chicken coop.

There's no way. This body is just that of a mortal now, and for humans, eating is the most important thing.

A hoarse cough was heard outside the yard, and an old man walked into the yard.

"Happy boy..."

In this world context, there are only a limited number of elders in the village, and most of them are highly respected in the surrounding area. Even the tax collector just now would not dare to bully them at will.

"It's you...Jing Bo."

Fang Suichu recognized the old man. According to the background of the body he inherited, he was an elder from Fangjia Village named "Jing Bo", who had taken good care of Fang Xi before.

"Eating Chicken is not..."

Fang Suichu tore off a chicken leg from the freshly roasted chicken and handed it to Jing Bo.

Jing Bo did not answer, but just stared at Fang Suichu with doubts in his eyes.

He watched Fang Xi grow up. To be honest, he found it hard to believe when he heard the news from the villagers that Fang Xi had killed the tax collectors and hangers-on who came to the village to collect taxes.

Because he knew Fang Xi's honest character, and even because of his illness, he had been bullied since childhood. How could he have the courage to kill someone, and how could he have the ability to kill someone.

But seeing Fang Suichu's indifferent expression at this moment, and not knowing whether it was because of his old age, the boy seemed to have gained some weight than usual, Jing Bo didn't know what to say for a moment.

However, after a moment of silence, he finally spoke:

"Someone in the village has already reported the case to the county. I guess it won't be long before the county constables arrive."

"Xi'erzi, you'd better run for your life."

Jing Bo did not persuade Fang Suichu to surrender himself, because he had killed four people, including a government official, and Fang Suichu would be dead even if he surrendered.

In this case, you can only run.

"Run west now, past Lijiaba, then east to Jiuchang Mountain. There might be a place for you there."

There is a group of bandits entrenched in Jiuchang Mountain. They couldn't make a living at the foot of the mountain because of various taxes, so they simply went up the mountain to become bandits.

In Jing Bo's eyes, this is Fang Suichu's only chance to survive.

"No need..."

Seeing that Jing Bo did not take the chicken leg he handed to him, Fang Suichu started to eat it himself.

"I'm going to the county."

"You want to turn yourself in?"

Jing Bo widened his eyes, but he did not expect Fang Suichu to make such a decision.

"No, it's faster to upgrade in the county. There are more upgrade resources there."

Fang Suichu kept talking to himself in words that neither the people in the book nor the people outside the book could understand.

"Oh, by the way, in recent years, many of us have been forced to leave and become tenants and servants for the wealthy landlords."

"you do not say..."

Hearing Fang Suichu say this, Jing Bo also sighed.

He saw that Fang Suichu seemed to have really made up his mind not to run away again, so now he could only go along with this "happy boy" and spend more time talking to him.

Just... give him a ride.

"In recent years, the taxes levied by the imperial court have become increasingly heavy, and the annual harvest depends entirely on the will of heaven. If the harvest is poor, it is impossible to pay the taxes. One either starves to death or sells off his land or even his body."

Jing Bo talked about the methods used by the local tyrants and gentry, some of whom directly opened pawnshops in the county.

Since the villagers really couldn't pay the taxes, they were encouraged to borrow money.

But after borrowing the money, it was really all over. Their income would definitely not be able to keep up with the interest, and in the end they could only lose their families, sell their children, and become refugees and beggars.

"Two months ago, Fang Da'e's wife was forced to commit suicide by drowning herself in a pond because of this."

Listening to Jing Bo's words, Fang Suichu nodded and said, "Okay, Jing Bo, then tell me about the landlords and tyrants in the county who run pawnshops and force the people to take their land."

In the blink of an eye, a stick of incense passed.

Fang Suichu had finished eating the roast chicken in his hand, and at the same time he also wrote down the names of the wealthy families in the city from Fang Bo.

His ears moved, as if he heard some noise outside, and he said to Jing Bo:

"Please leave from the backyard first..."

Jing Bo nodded silently. He also estimated the time and knew that the constables from the county would be arriving soon.

But Fang Suichu didn't want him to be sad because he saw himself being caught by the police, so he let him leave first.

Little did he know that Fang Suichu was afraid that blood would splash onto the old man.

Just as Jing Bo left from the back, Fang Suichu's yard door was kicked open again.

Seven or eight constables dressed in black uniforms and holding sticks rushed into the yard.

The leading constable also had a long sheathed sword on his waist.

"You daring lunatic, how dare you take the life of a tax collector from the government office? Surrender now!"

Fang Suichu also stood up, shook his head, did a few gymnastics moves, and stretched his muscles.

Then he picked up the dagger next to him.

Three minutes later.

The small courtyard that was originally crowded became empty again.

There were only two people still standing.

As for the ground, there were seven bodies lying quietly.

Without exception, there were bloody holes in the neck, fatal injuries that penetrated the vital parts, without the slightest deviation.

Fang Suichu's body exploded again, and his figure suddenly grew three inches taller than before.

Finally, he is no longer just a bag of bones, but has full muscles.

"This attribute... Well, I can finally leave Shilipo."

Fang Suichu looked at the last constable who was still standing in the yard.