Chapter 61 One Coin Crushes All

"What?"

The Zhou Fourth Miss, the legitimate daughter of the Zhou family who headed the Yangming Zhou clan, went over to the other side's camp so nonchalantly because of a single "sister-in-law." She even started shouting battle cries with a serious expression.

Not only were King Changxiong's forces stunned, but so were the Men Dao L驴 (Knock-Out Donkey), Wujiapi, Old Master Sun, the Iron Gauntlet Army, and the followers of Bu Shi Niu (Those Who Don't Eat Beef) on this side.

Who ever heard of such a thing happening before an army?

Even Zhou Datong was a little confused. He glanced at the Zhou Fourth Miss, thinking to himself, "Is the title of 'sister-in-law' really that effective?"

"I was originally thinking that she could save my life at a crucial moment..."

"If that's the case..."

After everyone had reacted for a while, a smiling voice rang out from the Iron Gauntlet King's side. Everyone looked over and saw a woman with a red turban wrapped around her head.

Her identity was extremely mysterious. Not many people in the entire army knew her, but the followers of Bu Shi Niu and the Jianghu eccentrics all respected her greatly.

She glanced at the Zhou Fourth Miss, who had switched camps, and smiled as she looked towards King Changxiong's side. She didn't seem to put much effort into her voice, but it was naturally clear enough for everyone to hear: "In the ten battles, we won one without fighting.

"So, does that mean you guys directly lost?"

"..."

King Changxiong's side immediately looked very unsightly. They had boasted that they would win all ten battles, but now someone from the other side came out and called out "sister-in-law," and one of their own defected.

In reality, this battle was more than just a loss.

"Is this how you conduct serious business before armies?"

Before anyone else could speak, King Changxiong, who was already red in the face with anger, roared in a deep voice, "How dare you be so bold and insult military prestige! Who will go with me and capture this woman, and execute her before the army to restore our might!"

"If you dare disrespect Miss again, I'll kill you first!"

Upon hearing his words, the soldiers in the army became agitated, but before he could finish speaking, someone suddenly shouted in a deep voice from the side.

It was Tie Jun, the Old Master Da Zhuodao (Big Executioner) of the Shousui (Year Keeper) Sect. He looked at King Changxiong with a grim gaze: "Don't overestimate yourself. You're just a small-time warlord, just someone who's putting on a show to get things done."

"If the Zhou family's miss wants to help you, she'll help you. If she wants to go to the other side, she'll go to the other side. When is it your turn to bark here?"

King Changxiong, a dignified and now famous warlord, was cursed by Old Master Tie and didn't dare to retort. He simply lowered his head, filled with shame and anger.

He tried to hide the displeasure on his face, but he couldn't hide it at all under such shock and anger.

Old Master Tie Jun didn't even look at him. He slowly rode forward on his strange horse with more than a dozen legs.

He wasn't tall, and especially when he put on his armor, his big head seemed to sit directly on top of the armor, making him look a little comical. But as he walked forward, he had his own imposing presence, immediately shocking both armies into silence, not daring to be careless.

"When a girl grows up, she has to get married. Our Shousui Sect also recognizes this rule."

He looked towards the Iron Gauntlet Army's side and shouted, "But the girl is in our formation, so there's our way of calculating things. Now that the girl has gone to your formation, there's your way of calculating things."

"The girl has a marriage contract with the Hu family's Great Master, so while she was in our formation, we had to consider this relationship. Before the two armies, you only need to win one of the ten battles, and we can consider it a win for you."

"Now that the girl has gone to your formation, if you want to block our path, then you need to win the remaining nine battles."

"..."

"Ah?"

Everyone was surprised by these words and looked at the Zhou Fourth Miss at the same time.

Bringing over someone from the other side's formation had actually increased the danger all of a sudden. According to this, it would be better to let her go back to her original formation...

The Zhou Fourth Miss was even more confused: "Marriage contract? Has the Hu family already sent a betrothal gift to my door?"

"Why don't I know about this?"

"..."

But the Zhou Fourth Miss wasn't foolish. Now wasn't the time to discuss the trivial matter of betrothal gifts. As soon as she heard the words of Grand Official Tie Jun, she was furious and said, "Why do we have to win all nine battles?"

"That's not fair. If we win five battles, then we win."

"..."

Grand Official Tie Jun didn't respond to her words. He simply looked at Miss Red Wine with a deep gaze and said in a low voice: "My master said that the Zhou family can lose, but the Zhou family must have a reason for losing."

"The three thousand Shousui can sweep the world. Besides the Meng family, who have already died out, no one can stop them."

"If you win these nine battles, then we nine people, and these three thousand Shousui, will be at your disposal."

"..."

Miss Red Wine frowned slightly and turned her head to look in one direction. She saw sand and dust rolling up weeds in the distance. A thin mist obscured the mountains and fields. In the mountains and fields, there seemed to be a solitary figure standing, blending into the world, quietly watching this battlefield.

Miss Red Wine slowly withdrew her gaze, looked at Grand Official Tie Jun, and smiled: "Okay."

"But you Zhou family proposed the battle of formations, and you also proposed the rules for winning and losing. Therefore, I also have a request to make..."

"..."

Grand Official Tie Jun looked at her intently and heard Miss Red Wine smiling slightly, her voice gradually lowering: "Life and death determine victory or defeat. The first to enter the Gates of Hell surrenders!"

Grand Official Tie Jun's pupils shrank. After a long time, he opened his mouth in a low voice: "Where are your people?"

At this time, besides Miss Red Wine, who had already stepped forward, there was also the Zhou Fourth Miss and two people on the left on the Iron Gauntlet Army's side.

Adding them all up, there were only four people. King Changxiong's side had nine people, clearly not enough.

"Are you really worthy to be one of the Ten Families if you can't even see this?"

Miss Red Wine laughed and said, "Our people are everywhere."

As she spoke, she pulled on the reins of her horse and returned to her formation. Grand Official Tie Jun also turned around and went back. In both formations, the sound of war drums began to rumble, and for a time, the powerful drum sounds echoed across the battlefield.

The high-pitched horns on both sides followed up, and the soldiers and generals of both sides roared at the same time to boost their own morale. Looking again, someone from the Iron Gauntlet King's side had already ridden out, wearing golden armor and dressed beautifully.

Everyone recognized that it was the former Ever-Victorious King, who had now led his men to surrender to the Iron Gauntlet King.

He, who had originally been a noble military leader, now seemed like a general, riding his horse to the field and laughing towards King Changxiong's side: "This king has roamed the world for more than ten years. Apart from the battle against the Iron Gauntlet King, I have never lost a single battle against anyone."

"Today, I want to see how capable the Zhou family of Shousui is, who relies on hard skills. Who will come and fight me?"

"..."

"..."

"A good act?"

Hundred Plays Town.

On this vast town, countless people performing tricks were all looking at the only spectator in the entire town. They seemed to feel greatly insulted by his calm and unhurried demeanor, as well as the copper coin he casually tossed out.

"It is indeed a good act."

But the visitor clearly didn't seem to sense it. He squatted down and looked at the girl spinning plates.

He saw her standing on one foot on a box, her figure like a pine tree or a crane. Her left hand held seven thin poles, and her right hand held nine. Each pole had a plate spinning rapidly.

Her two hands controlled sixteen plates, and on top of her head was a stack of bowls. Her toes were raised, and her body was even slowly rotating, but the sixteen plates and the bowls on top of her head seemed steady.

He admired the girl, looking at her immature face, at most sixteen or seventeen years old, and smiled: "How old did you start practicing?"

The girl pursed her lips slightly and said, "Three years old."

The man sighed and looked at the girl again: "Did you put in a lot of effort?"

Between one question and one answer, countless gazes had already looked towards them.

This was the young troupe leader of the Yuan family of Caixi (Colored Opera) from Ganzi Mountain. She was a well-known figure in the Jianghu. Although she was so young, she had received the true teachings of the Yuan family, and was already a small reasoning officer under Divine Hand Zhao.

Wherever she appeared, no matter how fiercely the Jianghu people fought, how deep the conflicts and disputes were, or how many people died, they would all give her face and listen to her mediation.

But now, this guest was treating her like a little girl, asking questions here and there?

What was this supposed to mean?

But the spectator didn't even seem to notice the unfriendly gazes around him. Seeing that she didn't answer, he said again: "Who are you putting so much effort into practicing tricks for?"

The young troupe leader's face had already changed. She looked at him coldly and suddenly said: "My tricks are not only for performing, but also for killing."

"You have stirred up a killing spree, created countless sins, and now you come to insult my skills..."

"Do you really think I can only perform and not exorcise evil spirits?"

"..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she took the lead. The plates spinning in her hands suddenly flew towards the man.

For some reason, the edges of the plates had become extremely sharp. If they cut someone, it would be a wound.

A total of sixteen plates instantly scattered around the guest, like flowers blooming. Each plate was like a quick knife, and sixteen plates were like suddenly forcing the other party into a net of knives.

After all, she was a small reasoning officer. If she could manage reasoning matters and even mediate for others, she couldn't possibly have no real skills. At her young age, she was already a master who had entered the Fu (Mansion) realm.

But facing the plates flying towards him, the guest only frowned.

Suddenly, he slapped out with his backhand. With a crisp crack, the little girl flew out, her right cheek swollen.

The plates around her shattered on the ground with a crash.

And he had already stood up straight, looking at the people performing tricks in the entire town, and shouted: "I am Shuangzhengjiu (Double Distilled Wine), here to break the Zhao family's Hundred Plays."

He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the girl who had been slapped, saying: "There are three reasons for slapping you."

"First, I gave you money, so you should finish your act, not try to kill me."

"Second, in our place, you're not even considered an adult yet, so you shouldn't come to this gambling arena."

"Third, you haven't even figured things out yet, but you're already trying to reason with people. You deserve to be hit!"

"..."

The young troupe leader was extremely ashamed and angry after being slapped. She wanted to get up and fight back, but facing his roar, she felt a little timid in her heart.

And on this entire town, countless people were instantly enraged.

Those performing sword swallowing held their swords in their hands, and those performing big jar tricks pasted a talisman on the jar.

For a time, it was gloomy and heavy, and the murderous aura rolled in.

At this time, a voice also rang out from the depths of the town: "The Divine Hand Zhao family believes itself to be Jianghu people, so they abide by the Jianghu's code of conduct. They don't go to the military and use their strength to bully others, but wait for you to come to fight here in this town."

"We have followed the rules, but you have come alone, without respect. You are playing with words. Are you reincarnated people really so arrogant that you don't put our Baixi (Hundred Plays) sect in your eyes?"

"Jianghu people?"

Hearing this, Shuangzhengjiu only sneered: "It's good that you Baixi Zhao still remember that you came from the Jianghu."

"Otherwise, I would have thought you were some noble lord from somewhere."

"Your Baixi sect relies on playing tricks and running around the Jianghu. The most prominent thing you can do in your whole life is to smile obsequiously in front of nobles."

"How many times have you eaten at the table in thousands of years? Now you want to be high and mighty, putting on airs and acting like a rat in human clothing?"

"..."

Slapping the young troupe leader had already caused alarm and anger.

Now, the words he spoke were even harsher than the slap, immediately causing everyone in the town to turn red with anger.

As for the matter of turning into rats, it referred to the Huashu (Transformed Rat) disease around here. The Zhao family controlled Boyi Ting (Peeling Pavilion), one of the Eight Views of Huangquan, which was said to be able to determine whether a person would be reincarnated as a human or a beast in their next life.

The Baixi sect's ability to create beasts came from this. The Zhao family had turned those who stole food into rats, which was issuing a challenge to the reincarnated people.

But they didn't expect that only one person would come now, and he would immediately accuse them of doing wrong.

"They kill innocent people, don't think about farming, harm lives, and steal food. How are they different from rats?"

Facing Shuangzhengjiu's rebuke, someone also shouted loudly from the depths of the town: "You have stirred up this killing spree, saying that lives have no weight, but you don't even look at whether those lowly people should really live as you say."

"Under the name of begging for food, you are like bandits and thieves, rushing in and trampling on people's homes, killing countless people, insulting wives and daughters, and harming so many innocent lives!"

"The Zhao family has sharp eyes and can see accurately, but their vision is too shallow and they can't see far."

Shuangzhengjiu also shouted to everyone in the town: "You saw innocent people being killed, but I saw more people who want to live."

"When there are many people, things are complicated, and injustice is naturally visible. It's not impossible to punish it, but to blame the many for the fault of one, to reverse cause and effect, and to let people starve to death, is that good?"

"..."

"It's useless to say more!"

Seeing that the argument had already started, someone in the depths of the town shouted coldly: "You want to start this killing spree, then so be it. If you want the method to save these Huashu people from the rat disease, it's at the end of the town, on the incense table. Come and take it with your own ability!"

"The Zhao family's Baixi is here, waiting for you to break the law!"

"..."

The boundaries had already been drawn. The town was the arena, and the Zhao family didn't even want to say more.

But listening to this, Shuangzhengjiu only sneered coldly. His gaze swept across the entire town, over countless angry faces, and over the different costumes, but all carried some comical appearance.

He sighed softly and said: "I also want to have a good fight with the Baixi sect, who are best at making fake things real, to see through the bottom of their tricks. That's always been the most interesting thing..."

"It's just a pity that your methods are not clever enough."

"..."

With just this sentence, he didn't know how many capable people in the Baixi sect had been offended. What they hated most was others saying that their methods were not clever enough.

Most of the people in the Baixi sect came from the Jianghu and didn't know many characters.

When they were in a good mood, they would smile even if someone spat on their face. When they were in a bad mood, they would draw their knives at the slightest disagreement. At this time, someone had already shouted angrily: "If you have the ability, show us something more clever..."

"No matter how good the Baixi sect is at making fake things real, they can't wash away the stench of sweat on their bodies and become noble lords sitting in the hall."

But Shuangzhengjiu didn't even wait for their response and directly continued: "It's those lords who can steal the weight of heaven and earth, making the people in this world not have enough food to eat, and making those ordinary people truly believe that they deserve their fate!"

His voice gradually lowered, and then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He slowly raised his head.

He grabbed a piece of black cloth with both hands and covered his eyes, and then smiled and said: "So today, I really want to show you something more clever."

"Not good!"

Facing the dazzling and dazzling tricks of the Baixi sect, even if you open your eyes wide, you only feel that two eyes are not enough. Now, surrounded by Baixi, he actually covered his eyes.

Looking at his expression, the capable people in the Baixi sect had already sensed something and shouted: "Don't listen to his demonic words, quickly capture him and ask his accomplices to show themselves!"

In an instant, gongs and drums sounded in the town.

Those with painted faces, walking with square steps, approaching step by step, their facial features twisted, their eyes darting around, eerie and sinister.

Those dragging a piece of blue cloth, with faces bulging under the cloth, as if…

Those swallowing knives and playing with swords, spewing out a cloud of fire, with the collision of knives and soldiers inside.

There were even hunchbacks running fast, running and running, a head popping out of their back, and another head popping out of their belly, all staring with their eyes wide open, murderous.

The Zhao family of the Ten Clans had obtained a word "gui (strange)," and now that the Baixi were all present, they could only see the complexity and strangeness. Just looking at it made people dizzy. If you really wanted to break the Zhao family's Baixi, even if it was one person, it would be a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand, you couldn't break so many.

But now, Shuangzhengjiu, who had covered his face with a black cloth, turned a blind eye to all of this. In the sound of gongs and drums, he stepped on the Gangbu (Dipper Steps), walked around, and then pointed forward.

He was pointing at a bowl on the ground, which contained the copper coin he had given the little girl as a reward when he first entered the town and saw her performing.

What could a coin mean?

...

...

Before Shuangzhengjiu entered the town, Lao Gaoliang, a reincarnated person in Anzhou, had come to Xinshan Evil Valley with his companions. Now, this place was already known as Mouse Mountain.

This was because the Huashu disease was spreading here. He didn’t know how many people had turned into mice, or had been driven away, or had voluntarily fled to this mountain, so that the entire mountain was filled with fierce and terrifying big mice.

Countless people, under the guidance of village chiefs or wealthy stewards, gathered in front of this Mouse Mountain, preparing to set fire to the mountain and burn these mice to death. Only by burning them to death could they quell the anger of the heavens and allow people to live in peace.

It's just that there were too many mice on the mountain. Even though the people were holding torches, they didn't dare to light them when they saw the eyes all over the mountain.

"Burning them to death is useless."

At this time, Lao Gaoliang came out of the crowd and said with a smile: "Do you know why they turned into mice? Because they stole grain, only mice steal grain, so they changed from people to mice."

Because there were many Baixi sect members in this place, the world all respected Jianghu eccentrics. Seeing Lao Gaoliang's appearance, they all felt a little awe. Even the lackeys who were clamoring to burn these mice to death in the crowd temporarily watched.

"So you can't steal grain, but what if you're hungry?"

Lao Gaoliang said with a smile and turned to look. A man dressed in a decent manner stepped forward behind him. It was Nuomijiu (Glutinous Rice Wine), holding a bag of rice in his hand, and said with a smile: "I have grain here, I'm willing to sell it to you. Do you still have money in your hands?"

Seeing the rice bag, everyone felt hungry, but they looked at each other. They were all poor people. They had no home, so where would they get money?

Nuomijiu said with a smile: "Anything is fine, sell it if you have money."

It wasn't that they didn't have money, but those with money, looking at only that small bag of grain, and so many people watching, even if they bought it, they were afraid it would be snatched, so they didn't dare to step forward. At this time, a thin little girl who was only skin and bones walked out of the crowd.

She took out a copper coin strung with a red string from her dirty cotton jacket. You couldn't even buy half a sweet potato with it. She tried her best to hand it over.

Nuomijiu smiled and took the copper coin and picked up the rice bag, saying kindly: "Take the grain!"

The little girl tremblingly stretched out her hands and held them in the bag.

Nuomijiu opened the grain bag and began to pour the grain. He saw the white rice grains pouring out of the bag, seeming endless, continuously. Not only did it fill the girl's hands, but it also fell on the ground.

It soon became a pile of rice, and soon became a mountain of rice, and later, it became a river of rice, white and dazzling, one piece after another at the foot of the mountain.

Endless surprise and cheers rang out, and even the "mice" on the mountain tremblingly stood up and looked down the mountain.

...

...

At this time, in the small town, the copper coin that Shuangzhengjiu threw into the bowl was the one that the little girl used to buy grain at the foot of Xinshan.

One coin saved countless lives.

Then this one coin was worth tens of thousands of catties of grain, and it was also worth countless lives.

This coin was the Qian Jing (Coin Spirit).

The grain could not come from nowhere, it was all stolen by Nuomijiu using the Five Ghosts Transporting Wealth technique. But he had made a wish to the Pond God, using the hands of Bu Shi Niu disciples to steal grain and relieve disasters, but all the grain was not given for free, it was all bought with this one copper coin.

So, the more people saved, the heavier this copper coin became.

This was the technique of Biebao (Hidden Treasure), but other Biebao mostly stole the spiritual treasures of heaven and earth, but now they were using it in reverse, using this Biebao as a method of stealing the nourishment of heaven and earth.

Facing the Southwest Fuyuan King and the Shenshou Baixi sect, the reincarnated people did not let the Bu Shi Niu disciples participate, but instead let them use their supernatural powers, or sell their family property, and use every means to obtain grain to save people, all for the sake of this one copper coin.

On the small town, as Shuangzhengjiu pinched his fingers and pointed to the copper coin.

Invisibly, he saw this one copper coin seeming to become infinitely large, round and rolling, pressing down on the entire vast town.

One coin crushes all plays!

(End of chapter)