"Why he still knows General Li's "Spiritual Secret"? I happen to know the reason."
"Although I was not a high-ranking officer in the army as a sixth-rank captain, I was the son of the Minister of Rites after all, so I knew some things."
... ..
Forty years ago, in the desert, outside the lonely city.
Inside the big tent, a fierce quarrel broke out between the two generals.
"Li Changge, you underestimate me, Wu! How can I be afraid of death? If you can die, why can't I? How can it be possible in this world that soldiers fight to the death while the marshal escapes alone?"
The Martial Saint, who was in his prime, was tall and sturdy like an iron tower, with eyes like cold lightning and an astonishing aura.
In comparison, Li Changge looked more gentle, with starry eyes, sword-like eyebrows, a white face and short beard. He was a scholarly Confucian general, but his aura was not inferior to that of the Martial Saint in any way.
"Brother Wu, stop being so hypocritical and leave! What's the point of dying at the hands of this alien? You are the strongest among the 100,000 soldiers, and you have the greatest hope!"
"Why don't you leave? Li Changge, your lovely wife is waiting for you at home, right?"
"Do you think I don't want to leave? If your martial arts aptitude and understanding were not better than mine, and if you had greater hope, would it still be your turn to escape? By then, I will definitely run faster than you!"
Li Changge blew his beard and glared, leaving the Martial Saint speechless for a moment.
"Brother Wu! I hope Brother Wu will consider the Nine Provinces and the world." Li Changge bowed again and said:
"It is easy to die. But it is more difficult to live in disgrace and hide quietly..."
"In front of strangers, our military tactics are of little significance. In my opinion, the hope of Kyushu lies in martial arts... not the martial arts of today, but the martial arts of the future."
"At the age of forty-five, you are already the eleventh best warrior in the world. If you hadn't been distracted by being an official and learning military tactics, your martial arts achievements would definitely be more than this! In this regard, I am not as good as you."
"What Da Yan needs is a pioneer of martial arts, not a general who died at the hands of an alien. Among the 100,000-man army, no one is more suitable than you to be a pioneer of martial arts."
The Martial Saint was silent for a long time.
"Even so, I cannot abandon one hundred thousand of my comrades..." he hesitated.
Li Changge didn't say anything, but walked to the big tent and pulled open the tent curtain.
Outside the door curtain, there were nearly a hundred military non-commissioned officers standing densely in the tent waiting, including the young lieutenant Hai Siyuan.
"General Wu, please flee." A non-commissioned officer said:
"If the general stays here, he will be dead. With the general's qualifications, if he escapes and devotes himself to the study of martial arts, perhaps many years later, there may be hope for martial arts in the world, and Kyushu may have a chance to survive!"
"We have 100,000 elite soldiers from Kyushu here. We don't need a general who will sacrifice his life for the country!" Other soldiers also spoke up, and there was a sudden commotion in front of the tent:
"General Wu, you can go, please keep us alive for our 100,000 comrades!"
"General Wu, please run for your life!"
"General Wu, please run for your life!"
Hundreds of eyes fell on the face of the Martial Saint. The soldiers' words were noisy at first, but then merged into one and gradually became orderly.
Li Changge in the big tent also moved. He took out a package that he had prepared in advance and stuffed it into the hands of the Martial Saint.
"Even the packages and luggage have been prepared? You are hiding this from me, the commander?"
"Inside this package... .The Spiritual Secret?"
The package that Li Changge gave him did not contain any water bags or dry food, but a number of martial arts secrets, headed by "Lingxi Jue".
"This is what the soldiers put together... The situation was urgent, and there was no time to collect much. And no one brought the secret book with them when they went to war. These are the parts that were just written down, and they are not complete..."
"What does this mean?"
"This is a little nourishment for the pioneers of martial arts. The immortal way is strong while the martial arts is weak. If we, the martial artists, want to make progress, we can't be too selfish!"
The Martial Saint said nothing more. He just picked up his bag silently, mounted his horse, and rode away under the gaze of all the soldiers.
He was never a fussy person. Since he saw the soldiers' willingness to die, he would naturally not let them down.
Before leaving the camp, the western sky was covered with dark clouds. Lightning flashed like snakes through the clouds, and a vague and majestic voice came from above the clouds, resounding through the sky.
The strange people from the nine immortal sects are here!
"The aliens are coming..." Li Changge jumped on his horse, led many soldiers, and pointed his sword at the rainbow lights in the sky:
"Follow me, my fellow men of Dayan, and fight for General Wu!"
"General Wu, take care!"
The Martial Saint rode his horse and galloped, thunder roared behind him and his shouts shook the sky.
He did not look back, but silently took off the general's helmet on his head and threw it on the sand.
"Stop calling me General."
"From now on, there will be no more military generals in the world, only military saints." He muttered to himself and made a vow:
"Soldiers, when I return, I will be a martial saint."
"If you are not a saint, then you are a beast!"
A flash of lightning illuminated the sky and also illuminated the solemn and sad face of the Martial Saint.
"If being gentle and modest can deal with strange people, then I can also be a saint."
"But the iron rule of this world is that the strong will always prey on the weak, and might will override etiquette."
"The strong prey on the weak. This is not the way of saints, but the way of beasts!"
Sheep eat grass, wolves eat sheep, and tigers eat wolves.
The weak can only be food, while the strong can enjoy the delicious food and be superior!
From now on.
He, the Martial Saint, wanted to become the most brutal beast in the land of Kyushu, regard the weak as food, and embark on a thorny road covered with blood.
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After hearing about the past of the Martial Saint, Qiao Mu was also silent.
The Clairvoyant sighed:
"I never thought that the Martial Saint had such a past... People would probably think that he was born a demon who eats people without leaving any bones behind."
"The general in his prime and the sage in his later years are two completely different people."
"Forty years is too long. I don't know if it's because he was too obsessed or he went crazy because of despair during those long years..."
Clairvoyance made no secret of his dislike for the Martial Saint.
He had respect for the isolated army that had been guarding the isolated city for forty years, but his feelings towards the Martial Saint were completely different.
Forty years of bloody suppression of the martial arts world and the sacrifice of an entire generation of martial arts heroes. This is a road of blood that can never be washed away.
Apart from anything else, those who died directly or indirectly at the hands of the Martial Saint must have been the relatives and family members of Dayan’s 100,000 elite soldiers.
The martial arts world and the government of Dayan are not completely opposed to each other. Among the 100,000 soldiers, many are from famous martial arts sects, which had long been wiped out by the Martial Saint.
Hai Siyuan was silent. He did not comment on the Martial Saint, but just recounted a past event.
"The story is over." Hai Siyuan looked at the forest of steles outside the city with a leisurely gaze.
"Mr. Qiao, next, I would like to ask you for a favor." Hai Siyuan said.
He did not take Qiao Mu and the other man into the city, but instead brought him to the Forest of Steles at the foot of the city to pay homage to the heroic spirits, recount past events, and satisfy Qiao Mu and the other man's curiosity. Of course, he had his reasons for doing so.
At this time, Qiao Mu had not yet entered the city, but Hai Siyuan had already almost completely described the situation of this isolated army.
"What help do you need? Just tell me." Qiao Mu said.
"I would like to invite Mr. Qiao to perform a play." Hai Siyuan pondered for a moment and said:
"I hope that Mr. Qiao will pretend to be a military officer of the current Great Yan Dynasty, enter the city on behalf of Great Yan, and lie to the residents of the city that the Great Yan reinforcements are coming, and you are the vanguard."
Qiao Mu was stunned at first, then looked at Hai Siyuan in astonishment.
"Spreading lies to the people of this isolated city? Are you trying to quench your thirst?"
Hai Siyuan was silent.
Before, he asked Qiao Mu whether the Emperor of Dayan still cared about the soldiers and civilians trapped in the city, but the answer he got was silence.
He no longer had any hope in the Great Yan court.
But this isolated city cannot be without hope.
The more difficult the times, the more isolated and helpless we are, the more precious hope becomes.
One of the reasons why the 100,000 elite soldiers were able to hold on until now was the hope given by the Martial Saint.
"Of the 100,000 elite soldiers, only 300 veterans are left. We have defended this city for 40 years, but manpower is limited. How long can we defend with only 300 veterans?" Captain Hai said in a deep voice:
"After forty years of isolation and helplessness, we have no way out."
"Since we are bound to die, and the time of death is near, then before the whole city falls, it is better to let the soldiers and civilians in the city have a little more hope."
I'm getting yellow, I'll update the chapter in the evening
I have a yellow code. I have to queue up for nucleic acid test later.
My sleep schedule has been pretty messed up these past few days, and I always wake up feeling groggy.
Adjust your work and rest schedule these days and update the whole chapter in the evening.
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Chapter 181 The Qiao Family's Thousands of Sons (4k
In a lonely city in the desert.
Lu Yanbei stood at the gate of the military camp in the city, looking towards the gate with a worried look on his face.
"Why haven't Captain Hai and the others returned yet? They have been out in battle for quite some time. Is it that the aliens are particularly powerful this time, or did something unexpected happen?"
Behind Lu Yanbei, the women and children in the city who had rushed to the military camp for refuge were talking about the situation.
Whenever a foreigner attacks, the old soldier on the city wall will blow the horn.
If the aliens are powerful and the situation is critical, they will also send the residents of the city to seek refuge in advance.
This barracks in the city is relatively well preserved. It houses the former equipment warehouse and granary. It is tall and spacious, and is now used as a refuge by the women and children in the isolated city.
After all, there are only 300 veterans left in this city, so there is no point in having such a large barracks."
"Don't panic. If any strangers sneak into the city, I will kill them with one sword and send them to heaven."
Lu Yanbei rubbed the head of a young child behind him and comforted him with a smile.
After coaxing the child for a while, he turned around and unconsciously put his hand on the scabbard at his waist, and his old face became more solemn.
Lu Yanbei was a tall old man, and he was very old. His face was covered with wrinkles and sparsely dotted with age spots. His left arm was wrapped in a bandage, and it was obvious that he was injured.
What was more striking than his old age was the two swords hanging from his waist.
One is an ordinary wooden sword.
The other sword is called Xuanji Sword, which was a magical weapon ranked tenth on the Tingchao Tower Weapon List. It can cut iron like mud and cut gold and jade.
Lu Yanbei reached out and stroked the Xuanji Sword at his waist, a hint of reminiscence flashing across his eyes.
"Xuan Ji Sword, I never thought that I would have the chance to hold you in my hand and fight again in my old age..." he murmured.
Lu Yanbei is a famous swordsman in Kyushu and is regarded as one of the leading figures in Kyushu swordsmanship, known as the "Wooden Sword Master".
He is already over eighty years old, but has made extraordinary achievements in the art of martial arts. Even with his old body now, he can still use a wooden sword to suppress the second-rank spiritual warrior in the court, leaving behind an anecdote in the martial arts world.
At the peak of his skills, Lu Yanbei's swordsmanship had already reached the level of "unparalleled in the wooden sword". He was not bound by external objects and could use every blade of grass and every tree as a sword. He had the style of a master.
But he is old now.
As people age, their energy and blood decline, and they become weak and exhausted. This is a natural law and a normal human emotion.
The same goes for Lu Yanbei, the former wooden sword master.
A skilled cook cannot cook without rice. If one's body is weak, even if one's skills remain the same, one will never be as good as when one is in his prime on the battlefield.
Lu Yanbei is not from this city.
He is one of the few foreign warriors who have survived in this isolated city.