Su Li was lying on the grass, his eyebrows twisted into a Sichuan character.
He couldn't figure it out.
Where is the God-given King
That night he killed a fake, although there was some confusion inside and outside the camp the next day, and some experts from the Holy Lotus altar searched around, but it was just a show. Not an important role.
The battle against the army was not at all chaotic. To say it was strange, it was only because those generals were hesitant and changed frequently.
These changes were aimed at Zheng Tu, who was the most powerful in the King's army, as if they all guessed that the King of Heaven who always wore a golden mask was a puppet. To become a superior man, he had to master the military power and gain more in the army. The support and power of the Holy Lotus Altar can be negotiated with the Holy Lotus.
Of course, Su Li didn't understand the key here. He could only see that the influence of the "Holy Lotus Altar" in the rebel army was far beyond expectations. The followers of the Holy Lotus Altar seemed to be confused, but the high-level people didn't respond like that. In fact, the leader 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, almost exposed his figure, thought so.
Compared to General Zheng who was always "inspired by the holy lotus altar", it was obvious that Master Luo was more like the culprit.
Without knowing the details, Su Li would not act rashly.
It's only been a few days. As a killer, it's not uncommon to kill someone even if it takes the first half of the year.
It's just that Su Li usually doesn't do this, and he hasn't done it before, because it will delay his hard work on swordsmanship and martial arts. After encountering such a difficult situation in the past, he would immediately gather his subordinates and go back and report to Ayan Puka. Anyway, there will always be someone with better brains who will give him an idea to identify the situation.
But it's different now.
The swordsman himself couldn't tell the difference. He only vaguely felt that he was no longer the killer who paid for his life and was indifferent to martial arts.
- More worries will slow down the swordsmanship, which is not a good thing.
Why is the ink carp different
This is the second place Sukasa can't figure out.
That's right, he recognized who the people on the Huaxian city walls were. With their martial arts skills, they could recognize people just by looking at their moves, not to mention that Mo Li used a knife.
Doctor Mo... The blade is stronger than what Yuzhou encountered.
Only in the distance, Bai Hongxue practiced, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen sword lights criss-crossed, "hanging" on the city wall so brightly.
Suddenly up and down, nowhere near or far, suddenly coming and going, like thunder piercing the sky, like lightning shining through the world.
If it weren't for the wrong situation, Su Li would want to chase after him and ask. First, he came to ask about swordsmanship, and second, he wanted to think about who the real God-given King was, or did he have to go back to his home because there was no such person at all
Su Kasa rubbed the scabbard and continued to worry.
He missed a good opportunity to assassinate in vain. When tens of thousands of people were simultaneously shocked by the swordsmanship that appeared on the city wall, he had already arrived at the periphery of the King of Heaven's Army. Even if there was another chance, he would not be able to turn around and run back to assassinate Master Luo.
Master Luo had no faces around, and even the driver was the guardian of the Holy Lotus Altar. Su Li could only pretend to be a saint if he wanted to get close to him.
Now even this road is out of play.
Looking at the army slowly entering the city, Su Li dipped half of his body into the mud pit, slowed down his breath, and gradually became like dead wood and grass.
***
Master Luo slowly stepped off the frame and silently looked at the knife marks all over the Huaxian city wall.
The salty smell of the thunderbolt, mixed with blood and the grassy smell after the thick moss was chopped, was even disgusting at first sight.
The knife marks are mainly concentrated in half of the city wall, and there is a person tallest in the nearest place. When he reached out his hand and touched it, the sand, soil and gravel rustled down.
"What a ruthless means!"
Master Luo's face changed, and he turned to look for Zheng Tu.
At this time, King Tianshou's carriage was also slowly approaching, and Zheng Tu and other generals greeted him in front of the city gate. Master Luo didn't need to look for him specially, just go to see King Tianshou.
King Tianshou has the title of "Jiwei Xingjun came into the world", even if he is the leader of the holy lotus altar, he still has to salute in front of King Tianshou.
Even if it is a puppet he helped up, Master Luo never loses face, because he knows that as long as he shows a bit of contempt, his subordinates can show a great deal. In this way, Ziwei Xingjun's signboard is not easy to use at all. Who else can you use it to deceive? How to fool those poor people
Anyway, after pretending to be a ghost for many years, Master Luo directly worshipped the puppet as a clay statue, with a more respectful demeanor.
On the contrary, the puppet in the car has not been the bestowed king for a long time.
Fortunately, the frame was covered by a curtain, and the King of Heaven had to wear a golden-purple mask to keep his stuff hidden.
"...The sect leader is exempted from the ceremony."
"Emperor, the land is here, the foundation of Huaxian is soft and can't stay for a long time." Luo Jiao said with a low eyebrow.
The people in the Holy Lotus Altar call the Heavenly Granted King the Emperor, and Ziwei Xingjun also has the name Ziwei Great Emperor in the Heavenly Court. Because this title is too flattering, the generals against the army and the other Jianghu people who come to take refuge will only call the king.
Hearing that Master Luo was "blowing the air" again, speaking in the name of ghosts and ghosts, some people inevitably showed strange expressions.
"What do you mean by this, Master Luo?" The first one who popped out was the elder Lei Xian of Pili Hall, his old face like tree bark was wrinkled into a ball, and he laughed strangely, "It's been a lot of hard work for the soldiers on this journey, so I'm just waiting to recuperate. Rui then captured the prefecture of Nanping County, how could this be a retreat?"
Master Luo was annoyed in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. After all, his words were not for the King of Heaven, but for Zheng Tu.
"Mr. Lei has been on the road for a day, I'm afraid he's exhausted." Some generals let out a haha, trying to smooth things over.
The old man Lei pursed his lips and made the most of his sarcasm: "I watched a big play where the god general failed to subdue the demon. I was amazed, but now the morale is low, can the leader have something to say?"
Master Luo raised his eyebrows upside down. He had a rough and arrogant appearance. When he was angry, his beard looked like a steel needle. The God-given King in the frame quickly cheered up and shouted, "Okay! What's the clamor for?"
Although the attitude is strong, the words are not imposing.
The old man Lei felt suspicious. He felt that the God-given King was different from the ones he had seen before. He was weak and weak. Could it be that the sleeping woman has overslept these days, and the boat and car have been exhausted? This is not good. King Tianshou has no heirs. When the holy lotus altar says that Ziwei Xingjun will return to the heaven, and then randomly designate a general to do what Laoshizixingjun will do, won't they be reimbursed for the hard work they sold in the Thunder Hall
Zheng Tu took everyone's reaction into account. He didn't interfere, but quietly ordered his guards to go to the city wall to check.
After a while, the man came back, his face full of horror, as if he could not return to his senses for a while.
"General, it's not good, that wall can't stand it." The guard stretched out his hand with difficulty, "As soon as you touch it, the gravel will fall, and a few bricks will shake when you push it. Although it won't collapse, it must be protected. I’m sure I can’t hold it, and it’s over after a few crashes and dashes to the wall. Now that morale has plummeted, even the followers of the Holy Lotus Altar are frightened, so how can they fight the Nanping Prefecture City?”
Zheng Tu didn't say a word, his eyes were full of sternness.
- What's more, 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 let the army bypass Huaxian, because he and Master Luo must carefully observe and speculate on the knife marks on the wall.
Such an opponent, sooner or later, they will meet,
No matter how big your ambition is, if your life is gone, everything will be in vain.
So they had to garrison the city for at least one night, and even if the city wall collapsed now, they couldn't leave.
Zheng Tu laughed in anger, thinking that since this person is so arrogant, he dares to leave a knife mark and is not afraid of being broken, so let him be a cocoon. Is the reputation of losing 50 masters in a row in the past fake? All martial arts in the world have 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.
The high cliffs and craggy rocks look like ghostly shadows from a distance.
It wasn't like this in the first half of the night. At that time, the moonlight was extremely bright, and it shone brightly on the ground.
In the words of the old hunter, it was the ghost who cast the moon into the magic weapon of the gauze, and the bodhisattvas and immortals in the sky could not see the world through a layer of gauze.
The cold wind whistled, echoing on the lonely ruins.
This once towering gate has actually only collapsed in half, and the afterimage cast is no different from that of a lonely cliff on a cliff.
In front of the ruins, there are soul-inducing white flags, and after the wind blows, there is a sound of hunting.
Some of the banners could not stand the wind and became tattered.
Meng Qi silently walked past this soul-inducing banner, lowered his head and saw some simple offerings, which should be melon and fruit steamed buns or the like. They were dragged by the wild beasts, leaving only empty plates and pottery bowls rolling in one place. .
He didn't think that the God-given Wang Dajun had such good intentions and would do something for the soldiers who died in Xuanchuan Pass.
In fact, he smelled a burning smell before he even walked to the ruins.
The smell that could not be dissipated for so many days came from the corpse.
Under the bleak moonlight, there were traces of fire everywhere in the ruins. Because the steep city walls prevented the wind from blowing in, many places were covered with a thick layer of black ash. When Meng Qi stepped in, it was as if he had come to a remote area of Asura. There were twisted and deformed scorched black corpses everywhere.
"Woo-"
Feeling a murderous aura, these beasts hurriedly fled for their lives, not even daring to roar.
Meng Qi leaned over slowly, the charred corpses were not hugged together, they were just stacked together. There were no weapons around, no armor on their bodies, and some even had no clothes or boots. At first glance, it seemed that they were not people who were alive , but the dead dry roots in the deep mountains and old forests.
Although the corpses have been piled here for more than a month, they can still tell the tragic and unwillingness.
The part of the city wall that collapsed had no trace of a fierce battle. Although it was burned beyond recognition, the deep marks left by the swordsmen could not be burned. Meng Qi walked around the collapsed part and picked up a piece. The broken white flags wiped the wall until it was black, and there was no trace of outsiders like the guards fighting and rushing into the city gate.
This is a terrible thing.
It means that when the city wall collapsed, the defenders of the city failed to come up to block the gap.
Meng Qi clenched his fists. He had fought on the battlefield for more than ten years and had seen many mutilated corpses. From the moment he carefully identified these dead soldiers, he felt something strange.
- Too many corpses with their heads separated
In the battle to the death, or the arrow is hit at the key, or the chest and abdomen are injured and the limbs are mutilated, it is true that the head is cut off, but it is definitely not so neat.
Fighting is face-to-face slashing, and the rebels are not good at fighting on horseback. How could the soldiers at Xuanchuan Pass be slaughtered at will like wheat
There were so many corpses that it seemed to fill the entire ruins.
Xuanchuan Pass is very large, like a city, with a barracks and a martial arts field inside, and a cemetery behind.
The cemetery was not destroyed, and several stone tablets were kept intact. The mottled handwriting wrote the soldiers who died while guarding the gate. Many of them only had a surname, called Li Jia Erlang Zhang Village Third Brother, and some names were simple and crude repetitions. There are many, such as fortune-telling and good fortune.
Every time a battle is fought, a stone tablet is erected, some large, some small, depending on the number of names.
The oldest stone stele was more than a hundred years ago, when it was the chieftain of the Southwest, and then it was cut off in the Chu Dynasty. The people who died in recent years were all because of the god-given king.
The dusky moonlight shone on the row of sparse stone tablets, and it seemed to become a little clearer.
Standing in front of this empty cemetery for a long time, Meng Qi realized that it was still too small to bury so many people.
"Who?"
As soon as the auricle moved, Meng Qi raised his eyes sharply.
I saw a figure slowly walk out of the pile of rocks, the cloak was wrapped from head to toe, slightly hunched, and if I didn't look carefully, I thought it was a ghost floating out.
The dark clouds gradually dissipated, and the moonlight shone brightly in the world.
The face under the cloak was as pale as paper, and there seemed to be a faint fire burning in his eyes.
"Is... you?" Meng Qi was very surprised, because this is a person who shouldn't be here.
However, if you think about it carefully, the Ning family of Xuanchuan Pass is the blood relative of this person.
The second master of Shimo Shanzhai, Yan Cen.
"Meng Guoshi." Yan Cen spoke, his voice dry and hoarse, but this was not his original voice.
He was shaking, not from fear, but from deep pain and boundless resentment.
"I have fostered Baoxiang Temple since I was a child. Three months ago, I heard that the eminent monks of Baoxiang Temple rushed to Xuanchuan Pass to defend against the army of the God-given King. Because of anxiety, they came alone..."
Yan Cen didn't say a word clearly, he knew his background, and also knew how high the martial arts master Yuanzhi was.
What kind of predicament requires the monks of Baoxiang Temple to come 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 his ancestry, and he doesn't care about the blood of the heavenly family. He even avoids the Ning family, because he is a hideous monster, the monster who killed his mother, and he can only stay in Shimo Mountain with those who The same ugly people live together, but this does not mean that when Baoxiang Temple and even the Ning family are in danger, he can stand by and watch.
"The grace of life, the virtue of upbringing, Yan Cen's body is broken, and he can't repay the masters."
Meng Qi couldn't bear it, but now was not the time to reminisce about the old days, so he had to harden his heart and ask, "When the city was destroyed, were you there?"
"… I am here."
Yan Cen raised his head, the fire in his eyes became more intense, "Someone put medicine in the well."
Meng Qi was stunned.
General Ning has been in the military all his life, and it is impossible for him to be negligent in such matters. Whether it is guarding the well or fetching water, he should go through strict inspections and will not let strangers approach.
Yan Cen didn't bother to explain, he knelt down with a thud, and said in a hoarse voice, "Please help seniors and save Master Yuanzhi's life."