What's more, Qiao Mu did kill the strange man Daoshun.
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Inside a dilapidated Taoist temple.
Jian Zexian looked calm, and was not affected by the noise and bustle in the city. He continued to carve the statue in his hand.
After bandaging the wound, Lu Yanbei sat next to him and talked about the deeds of Qiao Shuangsen and Qiao Ruisen, full of emotion.
"Brother, are you done talking? You are disturbing me." Jian Zexian was a little impatient:
"It's just killing a disciple of the Da Dao Sect. Why are you so happy?"
The higher you stand, the farther you can see.
The Exiled Sword Immortal once stood at the pinnacle of the martial arts world and was called the Exiled Sword Immortal by martial artists all over the world.
He had once stood higher than any other warrior, so naturally he could see farther.
"Yiren has nine major sects. After killing a disciple of the Dao Sect, have you considered how Yiren will deal with this matter after today?" Jianzhexian said calmly:
"This place is already under the control of the aliens. It is not easy to hide what happened today from them."
"Killing a younger one will cause trouble for an older one. This is a common occurrence. After all, the Yi Ren have nine major sects."
"How many people are there in the Immortal-killing Army you mentioned? Are they enough for the aliens to kill?"
Chapter 199 The whole world is drunk but I am awake
The night falls and the moon hangs high in the sky.
The old soldiers of the lonely city returned victoriously, and Qiao Mu even killed a strange man, which brought rare joy to this lonely city that had suffered for forty years.
That night, half of the city was in chaos and unable to sleep.
The bodies of Qiao Shuangsen and Daoshun were carried out of the city again, and Captain Hai and the old soldiers prepared to bury them on a small hillside beside the city wall, among the forest of generals' stele.
The person buried was Qiao Shuangsen, and Daoshun's body was naturally used to commemorate the deceased.
Among the forest of steles of one hundred thousand soldiers, there is a new tomb belonging to Qiao Shuangsen.
"It's been forty years..." Captain Hai faced the night breeze, raised a glass of wine and poured it on the tombstone.
The wine flowed down the stone tablet and seeped into the soil in silence, with only the sound of the wind.
The isolated city has been besieged for forty years. Where does the surplus grain come from to make wine
These turbid liquors were just the inventory left over from the city’s wine cellars forty years ago. Every bottle was gone after every drink, and they had long been a scarce luxury item in the isolated city.
At this moment, Captain Hai poured the scarce wine in the city in front of the grave.
There is nothing special about it, it's just that I have mixed emotions and I use the wine to commemorate the deceased.
"Qiao Shuangsen, the elder Qiao, led the troops and fought alongside us in the name of the Immortal Defeater Army. He died on the battlefield and he deserves this cup."
"General Li loved wine... He didn't live to see the day when this lonely city would see a turnaround. I hope he gets drunk today."
There were no tears in Captain Hai's eyes, but the desert sand made his old eyes red, and all that came out of his mouth were the trivial mumblings of an old man.
They are all old.
Qiao Mu is not here.
Although he was not shy about seeing his own corpse, he thought it was a bit weird to join others in solemnly paying tribute to himself, so he did not come.
So at this moment, there were only three hundred old soldiers on the hillside.
"Tonight, my comrades, please get drunk." Captain Hai took off his helmet, poured a glass of wine towards the mountain of steles, and said solemnly.
The night wind blew, and the three hundred old soldiers in front of the stele forest took off their helmets, and their gray hair was blown by the night wind.
Inside the tombstone are 100,000 soldiers, and outside the tombstone are 300 old soldiers.
The night wind was howling, and the noise from the city could be vaguely heard.
The old and young in the city were obviously celebrating in their own way, and it sounded quite lively.
Captain Hai stood quietly in front of the Forest of Steles for a while, listening to the noise coming from the city, feeling a rare peace in his heart.
“Don’t laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield. How many men have ever returned from the battles in history…” He raised his glass and drank it all.
But suddenly his heart moved slightly and he looked sideways.
I don't know when a white-haired man in a green robe appeared beside me.
Although this man's hair is gray, there are no wrinkles on his face. He has long hair and although he looks a little unkempt, he can't hide his heroic spirit.
"Sword Exiled Immortal? What are you doing here?" Captain Hai frowned.
He has never liked Jian Zexian.
As the world's martial arts leader forty years ago, also known as the Exiled Sword Immortal, he was actually placed with high hopes by the people of the world at the beginning, who hoped that he, the strongest martial artist, would take up the banner of fighting against the aliens.
The banished sword immortal Lu Yannan has stayed in this city for thirty years and has never drawn his sword.
Very different from his brother, Wooden Sword Wanderer Lu Yanbei, Lu Yanbei had fought alongside the veteran soldiers for a year after entering the city.
Although Captain Hai disliked Jian Zexian, he did not want to provoke this former martial arts master.
Ever since Li Changge was rejected when he asked Jian Zhexian to take on the important task before his death, the remaining troops in the city no longer had any expectations of him. The two sides kept to themselves and rarely even met.
However, he did not expect that the Exiled Sword Immortal would come out of the Taoist temple that night and appear before him.
"I smell the aroma of wine. I haven't drunk wine for many years, so I came here to ask for a bowl of wine." Jian Zexian said casually.
"There is not much wine left in the city. These are for the dead. Do you want to snatch them from the dead?" Captain Hai said calmly:
"If a living person wants to drink, that's fine. You can exchange it for military merit."
Captain Hai also drank a little wine and seemed a little drunk.
He was usually sober and would not speak like that even if he disliked Jian Zexian's character.
After all, Jian Zexian was a former martial arts leader, and Captain Hai would not provoke him if there was nothing to do.
"Military merit? Do you call killing aliens military merit?" Jian Zexian said calmly:
"Killing a stranger will lead to endless troubles."
"Today we kill a young one, and tomorrow there comes an old one. How long can we last?"
"Both the father and son of the Qiao family are over 100 years old, which is rare in the world. But how many people like them can there be in Jiuzhou?"
"It's rare to find a warrior who lives past a hundred, but as for the extraordinary people who live past a hundred... guess how many there are in the Nine Immortal Sects?"
The exiled sword immortal had a deep gaze.
As a former martial arts master, it is natural that he has never dealt with the immortal sects.
So he became the world's number one bad player.
"Have you said enough?" Captain Hai frowned.
The night wind was bleak and the atmosphere was slightly stiff.
"I haven't seen you draw your sword before, but today, after Old Qiao killed the stranger, you jumped out?" Captain Hai frowned and said:
"Why, are you trying to show off your broad knowledge? Are you trying to show off your vision and foresight? Do you have a sense of the overall situation now?"
"I just came to ask for a bowl of wine." Jian Zexian did not show any anger on his face, but just said lightly:
"You have to be willing to listen. You can take this as a reminder."
"Killing an alien will lead to the vengeance of thunder, and this city will be destroyed even faster."
"Reminder?" Captain Hai sneered.
The tombstones all over the mountain were shrouded in the shadow of the night. He pointed at the tombstone forest on the mountain, his voice trembling slightly:
"The whole world is drunk and you are the only one awake?"
"You are the only one who is rational? You are the only one who knows that the enemy is strong and we are weak? You are the only one who knows that we cannot defend this city?"
"Zhongzhou is a fertile land. We know better than you how this hundred-mile desert came into being and how the hundred thousand soldiers died in the past!"
"Captain..." Several old soldiers stepped forward, trying to stop Captain Hai from behaving inappropriately after drinking.
It is very dangerous to anger Jian Zexian, and they are not willing to take such a risk at this critical juncture.
But Captain Hai became more and more excited at this time:
"Ever since the fertile land of Zhongzhou turned into a vast desert forty years ago and this city was besieged, everyone knew that this city could not be defended."
"If you don't do your best to kill that alien, how can you survive for a few more days?"
"You did it knowing it was impossible, so you died and only a few of you are left." Jian Zexian said indifferently:
"Is sacrifice meaningful? Or is it just self-motivation?"
He didn't say any more to Captain Hai, but just picked up a jar of wine and left.
...
The Da Dao Sect.
Daozhen walked into a small attic, and soon a deacon in Taoist robes came forward.
"Why is Junior Brother Daozhen here?"
"I came to see Junior Brother Daoshun's soul jade slip. He went out to explore a secret place of the sect and has not heard back yet."
"Oh? Which secret realm of the sect is this person exploring?"
"Hundreds of miles of desert."
"A hundred miles of desert? What could possibly go wrong here? Junior Brother Daozhen is worrying too much." The deacon glanced at the bookshelf where the soul jade slips of the foundation-building disciples were placed. Suddenly, his expression froze when he saw a shattered soul jade slip.
"Is he really dead? Can this kill someone?" The deacon was puzzled and fell into deep thought.
Chapter 200: The survival of the lonely city depends on a single thought
"Can someone die from this?" the deacon was confused.
What waste
It seems that Daoshun is all show and no substance.
He didn't know much about Dao Shun, the Foundation Establishment disciple. He just heard that the other party was practicing the Taoist weapon refining method that was popular in the sect.
It is quite a strange thing for an immortal cultivator to be defeated by a mortal.
Taoist Qingyang, who was in the middle stage of foundation building in Xuantian Sect, died at the hands of a Martial Saint among the mortal worlds. He had become a laughing stock among the nine immortal sects.
But the person who killed him was a Martial Saint after all, the strongest among ordinary warriors.
And what about Daoshun
He did not die in a mortal city in the outside world, but died in a secret realm of the sect that had long been controlled by the sect, in the vast desert
Daozhen quietly observed the deacon's expression. Seeing that he was surprised but did not take it seriously, he understood.
The gap between immortals and mortals is as huge as the difference between heaven and earth, so if a Daoshun is destroyed by a mortal, it will only make other cultivators think... this Daoshun is really no good.
But this wasn't the reaction Daozhen wanted.
"Brother, why don't you go to the soul-binding formation and see if there is the soul of Qiao Shuangsen in it?" Daozhen said.
"Hmm? What do you mean? Could this matter be related to a mortal?"
"To be honest, before Daoshun lost contact, he once contacted me through a jade slip, saying that he had killed a strange mortal..."
"You mean... Daoshun didn't die from the siege of ordinary warriors, but died at the hands of an ordinary warrior?" The deacon's expression changed slightly.
"good."
Daozhen has always been curious about the Qiao family.
He had failed in several previous attempts to capture the soul, and now that he knew Qiao Shuangsen was dead, he was eager to know the answer.
...
There is Siguo Cliff in the back mountain.
The female nun Daoxu sat in meditation facing the mountain wall, but a look of anger flashed across her face from time to time, and she looked quite aggrieved.