Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Chapter 492 I'll grant your wish (18)

With bags of grain and silver piled up in the yard, Xiong Bufan felt that he wouldn't go hungry for a long time.

They wouldn't suffer the same hardships as the original owner, being beaten to death on the arena.

Since none of us are martial arts fanatics, food is still a better option than martial arts manuals.

Luo Lingran left only after hearing Xiong Bufan's words with peace of mind.

Li Han and Li Zhengkun were placed in a carriage, while the other dead servants were piled on an oxcart, ready to be returned to Wolong Manor for burial.

Wang Hui had her hands tied and followed behind the horse, with the end of the rope held by Luo Lingran.

If the horse goes even a little faster, Wang Hui will be pulled off her feet.

Aunt Tian: "Master, are you just going to let them go like this?"

Your reputation will likely be ruined.

Xiong Bufan was surprised to find the murderous fiend right beside him and advised, "As a person, don't be so bloodthirsty."

Aunt Tian originally wanted Xiong Bufan to be less fierce next time, but she didn't expect Xiong Bufan to misinterpret it like this.

Knowing she couldn't explain it clearly, Aunt Tian went to arrange the grain matters.

Xiong Bufan quietly moved away from Aunt Tian, ​​afraid that he would be led astray by her.

Kongkong nodded, agreeing that Xiong Bufan had done the right thing.

Aunt Tian: You devil, who could have led you astray? All you do is blame others.

Before Wang Hui could return to Wolong Manor, she was kidnapped by a group of masked men.

With her husband and son in the car, Luo Lingran hesitated for a long time but ultimately decided not to chase after Wang Hui.

They were preparing to go back and issue a kill order; Wang Hui was definitely going to die.

People have been wandering around Moshan Gate all the time, and many unfamiliar faces have also come to the town at the foot of the mountain. Aunt Tian often sees them when she goes down the mountain to buy vegetables.

This is probably caused by the rumored secret recipe.

Mo Feng and Mo Qiong rarely go down the mountain. When Aunt Tian and Uncle Fu went out to buy groceries, they were kidnapped again, as expected.

Zhao Si and Er Gou held knives to the necks of the two men, demanding, "Does the Mo Shan Sect actually have any secret manuals? Where are they?"

Aunt Tian was terrified. "Young hero, I don't know either. You'll have to ask our sect leader."

Uncle Fu: "Young hero, swords and blades have no eyes."

Er Gou's eyes turned fierce. "Knowing that swords and blades have no eyes, hurry up and tell us where the secret manual is."

Rumors in the martial arts world intensified, suggesting that even if there were no secret manuals, the Mo Mountain Sect might have other valuable items.

Xiong Bufan waited on the mountain for an hour but no one returned, and no one cooked or prepared food.

The only option was to follow the smell and go down the mountain to find it, since missing out on a meal was a serious matter.

Fortunately, there was no wind, and Xiong Bufan could still detect the lingering scents of the two in the air.

Uncle Fu was smart enough to know that he needed to stall for time and wait for Xiong Bufan to come and rescue them.

"Where did you get this information about the secret manual?"

Zhao Si glared and slashed Fu Bo's neck with his knife. "Think it over before you speak. We don't have much time to wait, okay?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhao Si's head was severed, and warm blood sprayed all over Uncle Fu's face.

Xiong Bufan stood not far away with a horizontal sword in his hand. Er Gou was terrified. Was this the legendary killing without leaving a trace?

Er Gou, trembling, held the knife to Aunt Tian's neck, saying, "Don't come any closer, or I'll kill her."

Xiong Bufan: "Put down the knife and I'll let you go."

"I'm tired of killing people every day."

Er Gou's hands were trembling. Upon hearing this, he finally couldn't bear the pressure any longer, put down the knife, and knelt on the ground. "Don't kill me, please, I have elderly parents and young children to support."

Xiong Bufan: "Let's go, I won't kill you."

Go out and spread the word for me, tell them I'm recruiting apprentices.

"Yes, yes, thank you for sparing my life, fairy. I will definitely spread the word for you."

"Go."

The vegetables were piled in the corner and were not damaged.

Xiong Bufan harnessed the carriage, put the vegetables inside, and drove towards Moshan Gate.

Uncle Fu and Aunt Tian sat in the carriage, terrified by what had happened today. They never expected to be kidnapped near the mountain gate, and that their sect leader would release them.

Xiong Bufan: "From now on, you will be in charge of my apprentices."

If you don't obey, call me "I" or "Dad."

Uncle Fu twitched his beard. "Sect Leader, why did you suddenly decide to recruit disciples?"

"I want to make our sect great and powerful, so that it will be as prosperous as the sun at its zenith, while the world goes downhill." Xiong Bufan said, his fighting spirit growing stronger.

Kongkong just wants to ask Xiong Bufan, is the last word appropriate here?

Aunt Tian said worriedly, "Sect Leader, if there are any disciples, they are here for the rumored secret manual. We don't have any secret manuals."

"That's not important, I've already come up with a plan."

Kongkong lit a candle for those with ill intentions, hoping they had a tenacious will to survive and help them escape from Xiong Bufan's clutches.

The group of people swayed and staggered as they rode back up the mountain in a carriage, where the two boys and Xu Da had been waiting for a long time.

Xiong Bufan was drawing and writing on a piece of paper in her study. She was going to draw a promotional page. She never thought that she would one day start her own sect.

Thinking about those who made a fortune by running private schools, Xiong Bufan couldn't help but feel excited.

Kong Kong didn't want to say anything, but Xiong Bufan was creating a den of thieves, specifically to attract those with ulterior motives.

Xiong Bufan held the calligraphy brush, but after drawing for a long time, she couldn't draw anything she liked. Frustrated, she threw the brush away and took out a marker to write and draw on the paper.

Mo Qiong came to call Xiong Bufan for dinner, only to find that Xiong Bufan had made ink everywhere. "Master, what's this?"

Xiong Bufan handed over a painting, saying, "Put this on the door in a bit, and have someone tidy up the house too."

"Yes, Master."

After Xiong Bufan left, Mo Qiong curiously opened the painting, and couldn't help but scream, "Help!"

Xiong Bufan curled his lip, ran over and slapped Mo Qiong unconscious. This unlucky kid just doesn't know how to appreciate things; this was a promotional video she had worked so hard to draw.

Xiong Bufan took the painting, carried Mo Qiong, and ran out, planning to make some paste and stick the painting on the front door later.

There's an auspicious time to put up flyers; going too late is considered bad luck.

Kongkong was surprised that Xiong Bufan was so superstitious, and could that piece of paper really help recruit disciples?

While on his way, Xiong Bufan suddenly smelled a delicious aroma coming from the canteen, so he abruptly turned a corner and ran to the canteen for his meal.

There really is nothing more important than eating.

The task of putting up the flyers was delayed. When Mo Qiong woke up, she was already in the cafeteria, where food had been prepared for her.

Xiong Bufan was still quite kind to the young upstarts of the sect.

Xiong Bufan: "As soon as you wake up, put up my promotional materials. Don't waste time."

"Yes, Master."

Kongkong now understands that whether it's an auspicious time or not depends entirely on Xiong Bufan's words.