Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 324|My generation is dead

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Su Li lay prone in the grass, her eyebrows twisted into the word Sichuan.

He can’t figure it out.

Where is Tianshou Wang?

The one he killed that night was a counterfeit. Although there was some chaos inside and outside the camp the next day, and there were also holy lotus altar masters searching around, but it was just a gesture, and soon the army continued on their way. Anyone with a brain can see it. It is not an important role to die.

The opposing army’s position is not chaotic. To say that it is strange, it is just that the generals have some hesitation and frequent changes.

These changes were directed at Zheng Tu, who is the most powerful in the Celestial King’s army, as if they all guessed that the Celestial King who always wears a golden mask is a puppet. If you want to become a human master, you can only control the military power and then be in the army. Gain more support and power so that you can bargain with the Sacred Lotus Altar.

Su Li, of course, didn’t understand the key points in it. He could only see that the “Sacred Lotus Altar” had a far greater influence in the adversary than expected. Like that, the Lord Luo was grumpy on the surface, but he was actually very shrewd.

Su Li, who was locked by Luo Jiao’s main Qi machine twice and almost exposed his figure, thought so.

Compared to General Zheng, who is always “received by the sacred lotus altar”, it is clear that the Lord Luo is more like the culprit.

Su Li will not rush into action without knowing the details.

It’s only a few days now. As a killer, it’s not uncommon to kill a person even in the first half of the year.

It’s just that Su Li usually doesn’t do this, and he has never done it before, because it will delay his hard work of practicing swordsmanship and enlightening martial arts. After encountering such a difficult situation in the past, he will immediately gather his subordinates and go back to report to Ayan Puka, anyway, there is always someone with a better mind to give him an idea to distinguish the situation.

But it’s different now.

The swordsman himself can’t tell the difference. He only vaguely feels that he is no longer the killer who is keen on martial arts and is indifferent to everything.

——More worries will slow down the sword technique, which is not a good thing.

Why is the ink carp different?

This is the second place Su Li can’t figure out.

Yes, he recognized who the people on the wall of Huaxian County were. With martial arts to the point of theirs, he could recognize people by just looking at his moves, not to mention that Moli used a knife.

Doctor Mo… the sword is stronger than the one encountered in Yuzhou.

In the blink of an eye, I saw Bai Hongxuelian, with dozens of knives criss-crossed in the blink of an eye, just so brightly “hanging” on the city wall.

Suddenly up and down, there is no distance or near, suddenly coming and going, like thunder in the sky, like electricity shining in the world.

If it wasn’t for the situation, Su Li wanted to catch up and ask, first to ask for advice on the sword technique, and second to help him think about who the real Heavenly Granted King was, or was there no such person at all, he would have to go home?

Su Li rubbed the scabbard and continued to worry.

He missed a good opportunity for assassination in vain. When tens of thousands of people were shocked by the sword technique that appeared on the wall at the same time, he had already reached the outskirts of the Heavenly Grant King’s army, and even if there was a chance, he could not turn around and rush back to assassinate. Lord Luo.

Master Luo has no faces around him. Even the coachman is the protector of the Holy Lotus Altar. Su Li can only pretend to be a saint if he wants to get close to each other.

Now even this road is dead.

Looking at the army slowly entering the city, Su Li dipped half of his body into the mud pit, slowing down his breath, and gradually becoming like the dead wood and grass.

***

Master Luo slowly got off the frame and silently looked at the knife marks all over the wall of Hua County.

The tincture of the thunder bomb, mixed with blood and the grassiness after the heavy moss is shredded, is even disgusting at first sight.

Knife marks are mainly concentrated on the half of the city wall, and there is also a person high in the nearest place. As soon as you reach out your hand, the sand and gravel will roll off.

“What a ruthless method!”

Luo Jiaozhu’s face changed, and he turned to look for Zheng Tu.

At this time, the frame of the Tianshou King slowly approached. Zheng Tu and the other generals greeted him in front of the city gate. Lord Luo didn’t need to specifically look for him, just go to see the Tianshou King.

The Tianshou King has the title of “Mr. Purple Star Comes into the World”, even if it is the leader of the Holy Lotus Altar, he still has to salute in front of the Tianshou King.

Even if it is a puppet he helped up, Lord Luo never loses face, because he knows that as long as he shows a bit of contempt, his subordinates can show ten points. With such an effect, the sign of Mr. Ziwei Xing is not good at all. Who else can he use to deceive? How to fool people from poor backgrounds?

Anyway, he has been pretending to be a **** and making a ghost for many years, and the Lord Luo directly worships the puppet as a clay statue, and he must be more respectful and respectful.

It wasn’t long before the puppet on the car became the Heavenly Granted King. He was timid and almost couldn’t hold it.

Fortunately, the frame is covered by a curtain, so the King Tianshou has to wear a golden and purple mask so that he is not exposed.

“…The leader exempts the ceremony.”

“The emperor, the land is coming, the foundation of Huaxian County is soft and can’t stay for a long time.” Luo Jiaozhu said with a low eyebrow.

The people in the Holy Lotus Altar all call the Tianshou King the emperor, and Ziwei Xingjun also has the name of Ziwei Great in the Heavenly Court. Because this title is too flattering, the rebel generals and the other Jianghu people who have taken refuge only call the king. .

Now when I heard that Lord Luo was “being mad” again, speaking in the name of gods and ghosts, some people inevitably showed weird looks.

“What’s the meaning of Lord Luo’s words?” The first person who popped out was Lei Xian, the elder of Pilitang, with a bark-like old face wrinkled, and said with a weird voice, “It’s so hard for the soldiers on this road, just wait Replenish your energy and then capture the capital of Nanping County, how come you have to retreat?”

Master Luo was bored, but he didn’t show it on his face. After all, what he said was not for the King of Heaven, but Zheng Tu.

“Mr. Lei has been on his way for a day, I am afraid he is exhausted.” A general slapped haha, trying to round the field.

Old man Lei snorted and brought his acrimony to the extreme: “I watched a big show where the **** will cast the demon and failed. I was amazed, now morale is low, what can the leader say?”

Master Luo’s eyebrows are upside down, he is already a rough and arrogant look. When he is angry, his beard looks like a steel needle. The whole body is violent, and the people who are close to him are scared to weaken their legs. The Tianshou Wang in the frame immediately cheered up and shouted: “Okay! What is the meaning of yelling?”

Although his attitude is tough, he speaks in a modest manner.

The old man Lei suddenly felt suspicious. He felt that the king of heaven was different from the ones he had seen before, and he was weak and weak. Could it be that these days the sleeping woman has overslept, and the boats and cars have been exhausted? This is not good. The Heavenly Consecrated King has no heirs. When the time comes, the Holy Lotus Altar will say that the Purple Star will return to the Heavenly Court, and then randomly identify a general to do what the son of the Star is doing. Wouldn’t they be reimbursed for the costly work they had sold before?

Zheng Tu saw everyone’s reaction in his eyes. He didn’t try to mix it up, but quietly ordered his guards to check near the city wall.

After a while, the man returned, his face full of horror as if he couldn’t recover for a while.

“General, it’s okay, the wall doesn’t look like it can stand up.” The guard stretched out his hand with difficulty. “When you touch it, the rubble will fall, and a few bricks will be shaking when you push it, although it won’t collapse. But I can’t keep it. I crashed the wall a few times and it was over. Now morale has plummeted, and even the priests of the Holy Lotus Altar have been frightened. How can they go to the Nanping County Mansion City?”

Zheng Tu didn’t say a word, his eyes were full of harsh expressions.

——Well, Zheng Tu thought to himself, that man didn’t want to leave the city of Huaxian to them, but he wanted to drag them here.

It is impossible for Zheng Tu to allow the army to bypass Huaxian County, because he and Master Luo both have to carefully observe the knife marks on this wall.

Such an opponent, they will meet sooner or later,

No matter how big your ambition is, if you lose everything in your life, it’s no use.

So they must garrison troops in the city for at least one night, even if the wall is collapsed now, they cannot leave.

Zheng Tu laughed in anger, thinking that since this man is so arrogant and dare to leave a knife mark and not afraid of being broken, let him be a cocoon. Is his reputation of losing 50 players in a row in the past false? The world of martial arts has a context to be found, as long as you try to figure it out, you can see the flaws.

***

The moon is dim and there are no stars.

High cliffs, rugged rocks, look like ghosts from a distance.

It was not like this in the middle of the night. At that time, the moonlight was extremely bright, shining brightly on the ground, and in the blink of an eye it became this miserable and groggy hairy moon.

In the words of the old Orion, it is the demon who casts a spell to put the moon into the magic treasure of the yarn bag. The bodhisattvas and gods in the sky cannot see the world after a layer of yarn. The tragedies in the world that are terrible ghosts and loyal sages will die. .

The cold wind blew, echoing on the lonely ruins.

This once towering Xiongguan actually collapsed only a little and a half, and the cast shadows were no different from the cliffs, like an old veteran who was still straight without bending his spine.

In front of the ruins, there are white banners that attract souls, hunting and hunting after the wind blows.

Some streamers could not withstand the damage of the gale and became very dilapidated.

Meng Qi silently walked past this piece of spirit-inducing flags, lowered his head and saw some simple sacrifices, which should be melon and fruit steamed buns, which were dragged down by the beasts, leaving only empty plates and pottery bowls. In one place.

He didn’t think the Heavenly Grant King’s Army was so kind and would act for the soldiers who died in Xuanchuan Pass.

In fact, he smelled a burnt smell before he even reached the ruins.

The smell that can’t be lost for so many days comes from the body.

Under the bleak moonlight, there were traces of fire everywhere in the ruins. Because the steep walls blocked the wind from entering, a thick layer of black ash accumulated in many places. Meng Qi stepped in, and it was as if he had come to an Asura extremity, where there were twisted and deformed scorched corpses everywhere, with a strange smell, and wild beasts gnawing and searching.

“Woo–“

Feeling a murderous aura, these beasts ran for their lives in a hurry, not even daring to roar.

Meng Qi slowly leaned over. The charred corpses were not hugged together. They were just folded together. They had no weapons or armor around them. Some of them didn’t even have clothes and boots. At first glance, they didn’t seem to have ever been. The living people are the dry roots of the dead trees deep in the mountains and old forests.

Although the corpses have been piled up here for more than a month, they can still tell the tragedy and unwillingness.

The collapsed part of the city wall has no traces of fierce battle. Although it was burned beyond recognition, the deep traces left by the swordsman’s slashing cannot be burned. Meng Qi walked around the collapsed part and picked it up casually. A piece of broken white banner that was erected wiped the wall to blackness, and there was no trace that looked like a soldier struggling to rush into the city gate.

This is a terrible thing.

Meaning that when the city wall collapsed, the guards failed to come up to plug the gap.

Meng Qi clenched his fists. He had fought on the battlefield for more than ten years and had seen many incomplete corpses. Since he carefully identified these dead soldiers, he felt strange.

——Too many corpses have separated their heads

Fighting on the battlefield, or hitting an arrow at a critical point, or being injured in the chest and abdomen, limbs are mutilated. It is not uncommon to be cut down to the first level, but it is definitely not so neat.

Fighting is a face-to-face slashing, and the adversary is not good at horseback fighting. How could the soldiers of Xuanchuanguan be slaughtered at will like wheat?

There are too many corpses, so many as to fill the entire ruins.

Xuanchuan Pass is very large, like a city, with a barracks and martial arts field inside and a cemetery behind it.

The cemetery has not been destroyed. Several stone tablets have been kept intact. The mottled handwriting wrote the soldiers who died guarding the customs over the years. Many of them only have surnames. They are called the third brothers of Lijiaerlang and Zhangcun, and some have simple names. There are a lot of rough and clumsy repetitions, such as Zhaocai Laifu and Daniel are full of warehouses.

Every time a battle is fought, a stele must be erected. Some are large and some are small, depending on the number of names.

The oldest stone stele is more than a hundred years ago. It was a chieftain in the southwest at that time. It was later severed in the Chu Dynasty. The people who died in recent years were all because of the king of heaven.

The faint yellow moonlight shone on this row of sparse stone tablets, and it seemed to become a bit clearer.

Meng Qi stood in front of this empty grave for a long time, realizing that it was still too small to bury so many people.

“Who?”

Meng Qi raised his eyes suddenly when the pinna moved.

I saw a figure slowly walking out of the pile of rocks, with a cloak wrapped from head to toe, slightly squatting. If you didn’t look carefully, you thought it was a ghost floating out.

The dark clouds gradually disperse, and the moonlight is clear and shining in the world.

The face under the cloak was pale as paper, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his eyes.

“Is it…you?” Meng Qi was very surprised, because this is a person who shouldn’t be here.

Think about it carefully, the Ning family of Xuanchuan Pass is the blood relative of this person.

Yancen, the second master of Shimo cottage.

“Meng Guoshi.” Yan Cen said, his voice was dull and hoarse, and this was not his original voice.

He was shaking, not because of fear, but because of deep pain and endless resentment.

“I have been fostering Baoxiang Temple since I was a child. Three months ago, I heard that the senior monks of Baoxiang Temple rushed to Xuanchuan Pass to resist the army of the Tianshou King. Because of anxiety, I came alone…”

Yan Cen didn’t say a word clearly, he knows his own life experience, and also knows the martial arts of Master Yuan Zhi.

What kind of predicament requires the monks of Baoxiang Temple to go out together? When it became clear that Prince Qi was seriously ill and the Ning family was in danger, Yan Cen could no longer sit still.

He doesn’t want to recognize his ancestors and return to the clan, nor is he rare in the blood of the heavenly family. He even avoids Ning’s because he is a shameless freak, a monster that killed his mother, and he can only stay in the stone mill. Shan lives with those equally ugly people, but this doesn’t mean that when Baoxiang Temple or even the Ning Family is in danger, he can stand by and watch.

“The grace of life, the virtue of education, Yan Cen’s body is broken, and I can’t report a point to the masters.”

Meng Qi couldn’t bear it, but now is not the time to renew the past, he has to harden his heart and ask: “On the day the city was broken, were you there?”

“…I am here.”

Yan Cen looked up, and the flames in his eyes grew stronger, “Someone put medicine in the well.”

Meng Qi was taken aback. Water is the top priority of defending the city, and nothing goes wrong.

It is impossible for the old general Ning to be negligent in this kind of matter during his lifetime. Whether he is guarding the well or fetching water, he should go through strict inspections and not let strangers approach him.

Yan Cen didn’t want to explain any more. He knelt on his knees with a thump, and said in a dumb voice: “Please help me to save Master Yuanzhi’s life.”