But the order was issued not long ago, and the massacre had only just begun. Therefore, except for the streets around Caishikou where many casualties occurred, there were still many survivors in other areas of the city.
Especially in the more remote suburbs.
The old man in the armory was one of the first people to arrive at the Qin Prefecture. He was the younger brother of the former general Li Changge, but forty years later the Li family no longer existed, leaving him alone with no home to return to.
After arriving at the Great Qin Palace, Qiao Mu, Hai Siyuan and other old soldiers split up and went their own ways.
Qiao Mu tried to assassinate the King of Qin, while other old soldiers tried to move away the women and children.
But what surprised Qiao Mu a little was... .
"Why is he still here?" Qiao Mu walked on the road on the outskirts of the city and saw the old man in the armory holding up the stone city.
Next to the old man in the armory is Hai Siyuan, who has become a general.
There were only the two of them. As for the other old soldiers who were inseparable from Hai Siyuan, they were not here at the moment.
Logically speaking, the old man in the armory should have taken the women and children of Gucheng away from the troubled place of Daqin Prefecture long ago, right
"Mr. Qiao...Mr. Qiao Miao."
The old man from the armory and old soldiers like Hai Siyuan nodded from a distance, a little reserved.
The Qiao family died too quickly, and now there's a new person who I haven't seen before... and he looks like a middle-aged man with white hair and no wrinkles on his face, so it's hard to tell how old he is.
Qiao Mu deliberately spared the life of King Qin and used him as a tongue. In order to stay alive, King Qin was quite cooperative and felt that he could paralyze Qiao Mu.
Therefore, after the dust settled, Hai Siyuan and others also knew what happened in Caishikou, and also knew that Qiao Shui and Qiao Wei, two members of the Qiao family, had died.
"I've heard about this from my cousin Qiao Shui before... General Hai, why don't you leave?" Qiao Mu said directly.
Now Qiao Miao is a stranger to Hai Siyuan and others, but although Qiao Mu is familiar with them, he has no intention of reminiscing about the past and goes straight to the point.
"I have sent away the women and children of the lonely city. There are also a few old brothers outside this city who are waiting to help." The old man in the armory said:
"But since we know that this Great Qin Palace is a place of trouble, it is not easy for us to just leave."
"The women and children of Gucheng are human beings, and so are the other women and children of the people here."
The remaining half of the old man in the armory showed a bit of fatigue. He relied on the stone city left by the exiled sword immortal to avoid the Taoist soldiers in the Great Qin City and captured mortals from time to time. He managed to escape danger without any danger.
Qiao Mu didn't say anything, but he felt a little emotional in his heart.
Having lived a lifetime in a dream, when Qiao Mu realized that his mind was clouded and he was no longer clear-headed, the first people he thought of were the old soldiers in the lonely city like Hai Siyuan and the old man in the armory.
Although recalling the deeds of the old soldiers did not give Qiao Mu the answers he had been seeking, it did not affect his respect for them.
"General Hai, I have something extremely important. I hope you can leave immediately and pass it on to your father."
After Qiao Mu finished speaking, he took out the hastily written "The Book of Humanity" from behind him.
Hai Siyuan just glanced at the cover of the book and was immediately shocked.
“This… ..” His eyes widened.
"In fact, my Qiao family has an ancestor who is a genius. That ancestor is a genius." Qiao Mu turned his back, put his hands behind his back, his white hair fluttering in the wind, leaving Hai Siyuan with a very pretentious back.
"This is a martial arts technique that my Qiao family ancestor just deduced. Although it is not perfect and only has half of it, it is still okay."
Just like practicing martial arts, pretending to be cool has gradually become Qiumu's muscle memory over hundreds of years of life.
"Qiao Family Ancestor..." Hai Siyuan certainly knew what the "Humanity Sutra" that his father Hai Wuya was pursuing was...
This Qiao Miao is a super warrior who can easily defeat the King of Qin. Even he has to call him a genius... I really don't know what kind of amazing person he can be
Since the Qiao family ancestor dared to name his martial arts as "The Book of Humanity", does that mean that this newly derived martial arts...
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but tremble slightly and subconsciously got goose bumps.
"General Hai, stay alive and let's go." Qiao Mu said lightly.
At this moment, he has entered the first level of spirit refining, and his vision and perspective are no longer the same as before.
From Qiao Mu's perspective, the three hundred veteran soldiers, including Hai Siyuan, were isolated troops who had held out on the most brutal battlefield in Kyushu for forty years. They were all seeds of spiritual cultivation.
No, not just them.
Qiao Mu glanced at the old man in the armory who was standing calmly beside him.
The old man in the armory was originally named Li Changshi. He was actually much older and of a higher generation than Hai Siyuan, and was of the same generation as Li Changge and Wu Shengren.
In addition to the three hundred old soldiers, there are still more than a dozen old and disabled people of the same generation as Li Changshi in the former isolated city.
They were unable to go to the battlefield long ago, either because of physical disability or because they were too old and had insufficient blood circulation.
If the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" can help the 300 old soldiers who walked out of the desert to remain strong and healthy as long as their food intake is sufficient.
Then Qiao Mu's half of "The Book of Humanity" may help the old man in the Wukui... ..
"They are the first group of practitioners of the Humane Scripture..."
Hai Siyuan heard Qiao Mu's hidden meaning:
"What about you, Mr. Qiao Miao?"
"The matter has not been completely resolved yet, so we can just send the Buddha to the west." Qiao Mu said lightly.
This time, just try to survive.
Although I said before that I didn't regret it, this is different from going to jail or not.
It's so funny, is there really anyone who likes going to jail
After delivering the "Humanity Sutra", Qiao Mu turned and left.
Today, "Qiao Miao" is also a stranger to the old soldiers and there is not much to talk about.
Moreover, although the King of Qin was deposed by him and only had a vague consciousness left, and could barely control his body, he still had to be watched. If he got away, it would be a joke.
After walking through several streets, Qiao Mu walked into a small teahouse on Caishikou Road.
This teahouse is right in Caishikou. The owner had been involved in the previous turmoil and died, leaving only an empty teahouse, which is now used by Qiaomu as a temporary stay.
There were two bodies in the backyard of the teahouse, one was Qiao Mu's and the other was also Qiao Mu's.
"These two bodies are too badly damaged to be used again." Qiao Mu checked the bodies and gave up the idea.
Looking down, I saw a calico cat lying in the shadow at the feet of Qiao Shui's body, with its tongue hanging out of its mouth as usual, looking like a pervert.
"It's been eighty years." He picked up the cat and stroked it gently, feeling a little relieved.
Although he could imagine Impermanence in his dreams, it was ultimately incomparable to a real cat.
Gently stroking the hair that was becoming increasingly silky like impermanent silk, I inexplicably felt a faint sense of security in my heart.
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The King of Qin's attempt to massacre the city failed, so the matter was stopped halfway.
The city gate that had just been blocked was opened again, and the fleeing refugees poured out like a tide.
Hai Siyuan and the old man from the armory, Li Changshi, also followed the crowd and walked out, quickly running towards a farmhouse outside the city.
Around this newly built city, there are many villages and towns of all sizes, not too far away from each other.
The women and children who came out of the isolated city were temporarily settled here by them, and all the old soldiers except Hai Siyuan were also waiting here.
"Old brothers, it's time to set off." Hai Siyuan held the "Book of Humanity" in his hand, feeling inexplicably excited, and he wanted to return to the imperial capital immediately.
However, when he and Li Changshi walked into the door, the old soldiers in the room did not stand up. They seemed to have no intention of leaving, and their expressions were a little strange.
"Captain Hai, are you back?"
Several old soldiers sitting by the door looked over and secretly winked at Captain Hai.
Hai Siyuan's face changed slightly, and just as he put his hand on the scabbard at his waist, he heard a soft sigh.
There was a flash of golden light, and the shadow of a golden bell emerged from the void. Sound waves spread out, and Hai Siyuan and the other man suddenly felt dizzy and could hardly stand, let alone draw their swords.
A young Taoist in Taoist robes walked out from the shadows of the house. He looked vaguely familiar, with a calm expression on his face.
"How could a cultivator be hiding?" Hai Siyuan was shocked.
However, Li Changshi, who was standing next to him, looked at the young Taoist's face carefully and had a vague guess.
"Are you... Gu Zhen?" the old man in the armory asked tentatively.
"My current Taoist name is Daozhen." Daozhen lowered his eyelids and looked at the many old soldiers in front of him.
Hai Siyuan and the old man from the armory looked at each other and remained silent for a moment.
Daozhen, a disciple of the Da Dao Sect, was originally named Guzhen.
Decades ago, he was the only person from Lone City who walked out of the hundreds of miles of desert.
To be precise, Daozhen did not leave the isolated city, but was taken away by the monks of the Da Dao Sect.
He was born with natural spiritual roots, which were one of the top few spiritual roots. Even the Dao Sect had to look up to him.
"At the beginning, my brother Li Changge thought that since you have extraordinary talent, it would be a good thing if you could join the immortal sect." Li Changshi said deeply:
"The soldiers and civilians of the isolated city are trapped in the desert for hundreds of miles and cannot be freed. Even if one person can walk out of the desert, it would be a good thing... But you..."
The old man from the armory didn't continue the conversation.
The storyteller Qianliyan had once told them a brief account of Daozhen, a disciple under Elder Qingyi.
After leaving the desert, they made some rough inquiries...but found that it would be better if they did not inquire.
"Now that you have entered the Immortal Gate, the immortals and mortals are separated." The old man in the armory said:
"The path of immortality is a long one. We didn't expect you to take on the heavy responsibility of saving us from the desert alone... But why did you come here today?"
"I just wanted to talk to you guys." Daozhen said calmly.
"Is this how you look when you're having a conversation?" Hai Siyuan sat down on the ground, gasping for breath, with only anger on his face.
Both he and the other old soldiers in the farmhouse were subdued by some kind of magic used by Dao Zhen and had no power to fight back.
"It's just to be prepared." Daozhen said calmly:
"Now, I have become what you call an 'alien'."
"You and I have different ideas. If you don't do this, how can you be willing to talk to me?"
Daozhen's expression remained calm the entire time.
It has been many years since I last saw him. There was no excitement on his face, no intense emotions, only a hint of... curiosity
"Since you consider yourself an alien, what else can we talk about?" Hai Siyuan said angrily.
"The so-called strange man's talk is actually nonsense." Daozhen shook his head and said:
"There are no strange people in this world. You and I are from the same family, we have the same origin."
"So..." Daozhen lowered his head and looked at the old man Li Changshi in the armory.
“Grandpa Li, actually I wanted to ask you decades ago…” Daozhen’s voice was filled with a hint of confusion.
"Why do you insist on defending? Why do you insist on resisting?"
"You-----" Hai Siyuan choked for a moment and said angrily:
"The immortals are high and mighty, and treat mortals like pigs and dogs..."
"Don't rush to refute me. You have already left the desert and have witnessed the current state of decline of Jiuzhou in the past few months." Daozhen continued:
"The Immortal Sect is high and mighty, and so is the Great Yan Imperial Court?"
"The Immortal Sect only wants incense and offerings, but the Great Yan court is levying heavy taxes and levies. What is the difference between the two?"
Hai Siyuan's eyes widened, and he was speechless for a moment, just staring at Daozhen's face.
Before meeting Daozhen, Hai Siyuan was actually still somewhat optimistic.
After all, the old man in the armory, Li Changshi, also turned to the path of immortal cultivation after retiring from the army, so he has no prejudice against those who cultivate immortality.
Thinking that Daozhen was a citizen from the isolated city, he should at least show some kindness to these old soldiers who defended the isolated city to the death.
Maybe Daozhen apparently joined the Immortal Sect, but in fact his heart was with Gucheng
But when he saw Daozhen again after decades, Hai Siyuan felt a little cold in his heart.
After meeting again after many years, there was no obvious emotion on Daozhen's face, no nostalgia, no excitement, no intense ups and downs of love and hate, only a hint of... curiosity
This young Taoist priest seemed like a child who had not experienced much of the world. There was a kind of... innocence in his eyes
But this innocence made Hai Siyuan feel a little creepy.