He is actually one of the pillars of the Tingchaolou strange story school, and he can make up any outrageous stories.
Although it was not very realistic, it was indeed strange enough, and it not only attracted children in the city, but also many women, children, the disabled and the elderly.
Children don't read heavy history books, but they are always willing to listen to stories told by storytellers.
That's enough.
The younger generation who grew up in the city must first learn how to fight, otherwise they will not be able to survive.
But he only fights for survival, and in the eyes of the half-faced old man, he is just a beast with an empty heart.
What this isolated city needs is not beasts adapted to the battlefield, but young people who can carry on the torch.
The storyteller said: "... . The wise old man laughed and said: You, Yugong, are too old to be able to destroy even a hair of the mountain with your remaining strength, let alone soil and rocks?"
"Yugong said, even if I die, my son will live. My son will have a grandson, and my grandson will have a son. My son will have a son, and my son will have a grandson. My son's descendants will be endless..."
After the story was told, many young audience members in the audience began to discuss it.
"This is too difficult. Instead of moving the mountain, why not move it yourself? Yugong is really too foolish."
Some older listeners also refuted: "Moving by yourself is just for your own gain and loss, but moving mountains will benefit the present and future generations."
"Then why don't all the family members move out? Wouldn't that be simpler?"
"Who says there are no mountains outside? What if the mountains outside are bigger and more numerous? Should we continue to move?" An old soldier with one leg said firmly: "Moving mountains is a feat that we do even though we know it is impossible. It is destined to be a feat that cannot be accomplished in this life, just like our fight against the aliens..."
Soon, an old soldier linked this incident to the current situation of the lonely city in the desert and argued for it.
The clairvoyant listened quietly. He was just a storyteller and it was up to the listeners to interpret the story.
The awareness of the children, the disabled and the elderly in the city really made even this knowledgeable storyteller from Tingchao Tower sigh.
In the past one or two months, since Qiao Mu entered the city, what he knew and saw was very different from what he had seen and heard in Kyushu before, and he felt out of place.
The Great Yan outside has already knelt. The 100,000 soldiers who died in the desert in the past were the last struggle of the Great Yan. From then on, the literati no longer had any integrity, the backbone of the warriors had been broken, and chivalry had become a relic.
In the outside world of Kyushu, in today's era, kindness has become a weakness. Exposing your kindness will only allow you to be bullied and exploited by people with ulterior motives.
Loyalty is labeled as "blind loyalty" and is ridiculed by everyone.
The so-called benevolence and righteousness are just pedantic, and you deserve to be blamed.
But this city is different.
This isolated city lives in the last era, forty years before the Great Yan Dynasty surrendered. The people in the city are all the old people of the last era.
Those who were not strong-willed enough have already died in these forty years.
And those who are still alive are all strong people who have gone through forty years of bloody screening.
The three hundred old soldiers remaining in the city were not good at martial arts.
If we use martial arts skills to measure, because of the insufficient food supply in the isolated city, these 300 old soldiers have become old and are not as good as the elite soldiers of Dayan in the past, and presumably not as good as the elite soldiers of the Nine Provinces outside.
But in terms of the tenacity of their minds and wills, I am afraid that even in the vast world of Kyushu, it would be difficult to find 300 iron soldiers who can match them.
It's not just the old soldiers in the city who are tenacious. The remaining half of the women, children, and the elderly in the lonely city are also extraordinary. They are also the survivors of the last era.
"If the outside world of Kyushu were to hear the story of this lonely city and see the blood and tears of the past forty years, I wonder what would happen..."
"The Nine Provinces have suffered from foreigners for a long time. Can the story of this lonely city ignite the flame of war?"
Such a thought flashed through the clairvoyant's mind.
If these three hundred veterans who had experienced forty years of bloody battles were to reach the outside world and have enough food to nourish themselves, I am afraid they would all become seeds for refining spirits.
But, can they really hold on until then
While Clairvoyance was in a daze, a somewhat out-of-place voice came from the audience below.
"Storyteller from Tingchao Tower, would you like to tell me the ending of this story?"
After this voice was spoken, the whole building became slightly quiet, and everyone glanced at the person who came.
The person who spoke was Jian Zexian. He had white hair and a stubbled beard. He was unkempt but looked very heroic. He walked past the small building and seemed to be asking the question casually.
The Exiled Sword Immortal seldom leaves that Taoist temple.
But everyone in the lonely city knew his name.
In the past, many people, like Li Changge, had placed high hopes on him, but they were all disappointed later.
Jian Zexian ignored the gazes from all around him and spoke to himself:
"If you don't tell me, I'll tell you." He said slowly:
"The emperor was touched by their sincerity and ordered the two sons of Kua'e to carry two mountains on their backs, one to the east of Shuo and the other to the south of Yong. From then on, there was no gap between the south of Ji and the west of Han."
"The Emperor of Heaven was moved by Yugong's sincerity and ordered the gods to move the two mountains, Taihang and Wangwu. From then on, the road in front of Yugong's door became smooth and there were no more mountains blocking his way."
"At the end of the story, did Yugong succeed in moving the mountain?" Jianzhexian said:
"It was the gods who moved the mountains, not Yugong."
"You see, even the person who made up this story wouldn't dare to make up an ending where Yugong's descendants work together and finally move the mountain after countless years."
"The ending of Yugong moving the mountain is that the Emperor of Heaven is moved by his sincerity, not by a mortal man moving the mountain."
"So, where is our Emperor of Heaven?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole room fell into silence.
In reality, there is no Emperor of Heaven who would be grateful for Yugong’s sincerity. Sitting on the altar are the immortals from the nine major immortal sects.
But at this moment, the old man in the armory with half of his face smiled.
"The wise man is here." The words of the old man from the armory made everyone in the room laugh.
The old man in the library is also a veteran, but he is too old and in poor health, and he retired from the battlefield long ago. He would not let Jian Zexian speak nonsense in such an occasion.
"We are all stupid mortals with limited strength. We can't move mountains, and no one can see the future outcome." The old man in the library said slowly.
The Clairvoyant also nodded: "Yes, success or failure is one thing, but moving mountains or not is another."
“Knowing it’s impossible but still doing it, even if life is as thin as paper, one still has an unyielding heart. This is the backbone of Kyushu in the last era.”
Jian Zexian did not comment:
"He can come up with high-sounding principles easily."
"Reason?" Clairvoyance smiled slightly:
"You think too highly of me. I am just a storyteller in Tingchao Tower, not a great scholar. I only tell stories, not reason."
Qianliyan opened his folding fan with a snap, clapped his hands and laughed:
"What you say is called reason."
“Only what you practice can be called Tao.”
“Only when knowledge and action are unified can it be called reasonable.”
"I am not reasonable, but there are reasonable people in this city."
Anecdotes can only attract people's attention, but true stories can touch people's hearts.
This is the clairvoyant’s view.
And at this moment.
Suddenly, a long and desolate horn sounded from far away on the city wall.
"The horn has sounded again... It's time to go to battle again." The old man in the armory with half of his face stood up subconsciously, and then was stunned for a long while.
Only then did he realize that he was no longer a soldier.
But then the horn sounded again and again, three times in a row, and the sound became more rapid and high-pitched, completely different from previous times.
The expression on the remaining half of the old man's face suddenly changed.
The horn sounded three times in succession, which was a dangerous signal.
Normally, the sound of the horn was to remind the old and young in the city to immediately take refuge in military camps and other places to avoid being affected by the fighting.
But the third blast of the trumpet is another matter.
This means that the old soldier on the lookout tower on the city wall has judged that the enemy outnumbers us, and the isolated city has no hope of survival, and is in a desperate situation with no chance of survival.
The last time the horn sounded like this was twenty years ago. At that time, General Li Changge exerted his last remaining strength and broke through on the battlefield, but he was unable to completely turn the tide. Tens of thousands of remnants of the army were killed in that battle, and Li Changge also died in that battle.
And this time there are only 300 veteran soldiers in the city, are they going to fight with their heads
So what this signal means is... there is no need to seek refuge, just hurry up and finish your life to avoid any regrets.
The Clairvoyant stopped telling stories and left in a hurry.
The purpose of Tingchao Tower is to listen to the tides, not to play with them, and not to interfere in worldly affairs.
But since Qianliyan was already in the isolated city, they were already on the same boat and naturally had to take action.
The room was full of guests just now, but after the horn sounded, they retreated like the tide.
Only Jian Zexian was still standing there, watching the crowd dispersing around him.
"Has it come to that time again?" Jian Zexian's mind was filled with mixed feelings.
Of course, he had a reason for passing on the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique to Qiao Ruisen. After all, the Tao should not be passed on lightly.
The Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique is the most deadly of all killing moves. Either the enemy dies or I die.
So, will Qiao Ruisen die like Qiao Shuangsen
In the past thirty years, he has been unable to understand the feelings of the soldiers and civilians in this city, and he does not understand why there are fools in this world who are willing to sacrifice themselves for others.
Although Qiao Shuangsen was an outsider warrior, he was considered a dazzling figure in this isolated city over the past forty years.
Qiao Shuangsen is a very different person from him, and so were Li Changge and others in the past.
"Let's go and see the last battle of this city." Jian Zexian narrowed his eyes and walked forward slowly.
Chapter 205: Indecision, the Devil Disintegrates
On the wall of the lonely city.
Captain Hai and others looked at the three hundred soldiers walking slowly towards them in the distance with serious expressions.
These three hundred bean soldiers are all bean generals with a height of three meters.
In the last battle, there were only fifty bean soldiers and one bean general attacking the city head-on, but this time there were a full three hundred bean generals. Both the quantity and quality were incomparable to the previous ones.
If Captain Hai felt that his three hundred old soldiers might die on the battlefield when Daoshun attacked last time, then this time facing the three hundred Dou generals, it can be said that they are ten out of ten dead and have no chance of survival at all.
"These bean soldiers have thick skin and flesh. Even if swords and guns cut into their bodies, they will not die immediately. Only by using a large amount of internal energy to explode in the bodies of bean soldiers like Qiao Shuangsen did in the past can we really kill them. This is a fighting method of overwhelming people with force... But we can't learn it."
"That's Qiao Shuangsen. He has a hundred years of skills. What can we do?" The old soldiers frowned.
These old soldiers are veterans from the Shura battlefield. They have rich experience in life-and-death battles and their judgment is very correct.
If we give them time, fight them a few more times and spend more time, I think we might be able to find strategies and tactics to deal with these bean generals.
But they didn't have time.
The strengths of the old soldiers are their strong will and their battlefield martial arts honed through years of life-and-death battles, but they are not good at internal strength, after all, they are old.
Qiao Mu also came quickly at this time. He learned from the previous experience and came quickly. He climbed up the city wall with the old soldiers and looked into the distance from the vantage point.
But at this time, Captain Hai spoke:
"Mr. Qiao, please go. This city is on the verge of destruction. With your strength, I think you can survive, but if you are involved in a frontal battle, no matter how much internal energy you have, you will be exhausted to death."
Captain Hai had observed Qiao Shuangsen’s battles before. His fighting style was to overdraw his physical potential and burst out with hundreds of years of shocking skills in a short period of time, killing bean soldiers like killing chickens.
However, it didn't last long. After killing thirty Bean Soldiers, Qiao Shuangsen was eventually killed by the Bean General.
But the person in front of him was not Qiao Shuangsen, but Qiao Shuangsen’s father, Qiao Ruisen.
Qiao Ruisen's strength should be above Qiao Shuangsen's, but there are three hundred bean generals in front of him.
One against three hundred
The way to cultivate the spirit is to train the mind, rather than pure physical strength or internal energy.
People like the father and son of Jorisun are already outliers among warriors, but if they continue to fight, they will still be exhausted to death.
In the eyes of Captain Hai, Qiao Ruisen is certainly very strong.