The patriarch took the clan to say goodbye to Duguyan, and quickly disappeared into the dark night in a bird. He looked back in the sky, and his complex eyes were full of concern and worry for his little granddaughter.
The Mole army, who finally found an opportunity, was ready to go three days later and gathered on the vast field, majestic, cold and sharp. They are the totem Haidongqing of the clan, fierce and mighty; they are the supreme swords with sharp edges, eager to rush into the enemy line to fight and drink blood.
The big leader finally accepted the contract of Fengshayan, and solemnly knelt down to the gods, signed his name with his finger as the pen and blood as the ink.
This contract was later known as the "North-South Contract", and historians have polarized comments on the wind and smoke.
Some people call her the hero of the wise man, who is good at balancing and keeps the world peaceful for a hundred years. Her merit is greater than her deeds.
Some people call her the devil among the devils, the magic of good demons and evil spirits, the non-human and non-ghost ogre, and she has been stinking for thousands of years.
However, how later generations commented, it has nothing to do with Yan Xuhuan. No matter what she does, right or wrong, she is worthy of herself!
The iron cavalry army of the Mohe tribe is divided into light cavalry and heavy cavalry, each set out in two-way combination, the front and the back respond, both offensive and defensive. All the way smoothly, wherever it goes: those who surrender, live; those who resist, die.
All the villages, towns, and cities were left to take over and guarded by force. This is to get one city and one pool, and then guard one city and one pool.
During this occupation, the Mole warriors did not snatch the livestock and kill the slaves at will, as usual, but followed the order of the great leader, granting them the same human rights under the premise of peace among the people.
Intermarriage and indoctrination forced people of different faiths and races to be bound together, forming the most powerful Mole kingdom in history.
The wars in the world are lingering, the Quartet is standing up, and the people from all walks of life will kill from the four fields, and they will eventually merge and engulf. Standing in front of the majestic [Dragon City], you can appreciate how magnificent and majestic the imperial capital was a hundred years ago.
[Dragon City] is the center of the world, it is like the god of the sky, majestic and inviolable, and daunting; but like a beautiful woman, it attracts the heroes of the world, wanting to unveil its mysterious veil and reveal it to the world. real flair.
It has been two months since the Mole Clan left, Yan Xuhuan and his party did not catch up with the Yan Kingdom army in birds, but stopped and walked on the ground, watching the post-war decadence all the way.
After entering a city with the banner of the Xuanwu Hall, the eyes are full of broken walls, blood-stained to the extreme, and it is dark.
Amidst the ruins, a group of golden-robed monks were making porridge and handing out pots, while old, young, women, children, or disabled warriors were sparsely queuing up to lead them.
Yan Xuhuan and his party also walked to the back of the line and lined up. Mounts surrounded them, attracting curious gazes from everyone.
In the sewage on the street, there was a filthy, dying woman who looked about fifty years old. Her eyes seemed a little cloudy, and when she saw the wind and smoke, a light flashed quickly, like a terminally ill person who had seen a magic medicine that could save her life.
"Daughter, daughter..." A weak voice came out of her mouth, crawling on the ground with hands and feet, moving towards the wind and smoke.
"Hey, the wind breaks the smoke, is that ugly woman calling you?" Yu Fei disliked the mess on the ground, so she lay on Xiao Lulu's back and looked around. As soon as she turned her head, she saw the dirty woman.
Yan Xuhuan, who was at the front of the line, was called by Yu Fei, glanced sideways, and said lightly, "I don't know." The original owner had no feelings for this woman, so how could she have.
Her words made the woman who was crawling in front of her stop for a while, and then her eyes were red, and tears fell silently. It looked miserable, and it made people feel pity when they saw it. The people around looked at Feng Shuyan's eyes, became disgusted, and secretly spit.
This daughter is dressed like a dog, but she doesn't recognize her stinking mother, she is really cruel!
"Mother, mother." The boy's voice came from a street corner not far away, and everyone looked for the reputation, and saw a boy with the same rough clothes and a scar on his face, running towards the woman with a lame leg .
The teenager was approaching, and after he helped his mother sit, he raised his head and glanced around, his eyes locked on Feng Shuyan's face, and for a moment, his whole body was filled with joy. "Sister, you are really an elder sister, aren't you dead? Why are you still alive? Why don't you go home?"
While the young man was talking, he walked quickly with a lame foot and stood in front of Feng Shuyan with tears in his eyes, his voice choked.
After watching everyone here, they were even more disgusted by this woman in a wide-sleeved red dress. Even if the grief-stricken woman admits the wrong person with her eyes dimmed, this young child will not have trouble with her eyes.
Even the people around Yan Xuhuan looked at her with suspicious eyes.
"Sister, do you know that our family is gone." The teenager sobbed more and more when he spoke of his sorrow, "Father, eldest sister and second brother, they are all dead, and now we are the only three left in our family. ." Thinking about it, the grief was uncontrollable, and the boy cried and hugged his indifferent sister.
Everyone saw the young man returning to its nest like a young bird, hugging the woman with an indifferent face, and then they saw the woman in white next to her unsheathing her silver sword. She was extremely fast, with countless afterimages splitting the young man into pieces. two petals.
The strength was very well mastered, and the woman in red was not accidentally injured at all, causing the eyes of those who were hidden in the distance to darken.
And the golden-robed monk who gave the porridge saw this scene, the long spoon fell, his eyes full of sympathy, his hands folded in front of his chest and then bowed his head: "Amitabha."
After the two-lobed body of the young man fell to the ground, everyone discovered that the red-clothed woman who was quickly embraced by the white-clothed woman had a dagger stuck on her chest, and only the dark dagger hilt was exposed.
At this point, everyone suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the woman in red ignored the mother and son. There was a reason. If it was them, they wouldn't take care of them, and they might even strike first, except for the two who sold miserable sympathy early.
The woman sitting on the ground, seeing the death of her only son in Huangquan, finally broke her shaky nerves. His eyes were bloodshot, the weapon in his sleeve shook out of his hand, and he killed the woman in white, just wanting to avenge his son.
However, before the woman could reach her body, she was slashed with a sword by the woman in white who had shot her fiercely, and her body slammed into two flaps.
At the same time, in a certain room in the distance, the half-opened window was quietly closed with a creaking sound. With the last light, there was only a faint glimpse of dark green.
Seeing her aunt being assassinated, Xiao Ning'an closed her eyes and cried out loudly. It was useless to let her brother comfort her.
The faces of the others were also very ugly. Yu Fei would never have imagined that the outside world would be so chaotic, that people die in every place, every day.
Old Man Sun was so angry that someone dared to kill her in front of him. Do these people think that the old man does not exist? Is he a ninth-order warrior without any deterrence
Only after the anger, Duguyan's face returned to the usual calm. She faintly felt that this person had the ability to come back from the dead and would not die so easily. The truth was the same as what she felt. The moment this person approached her, an invisible barrier was instantly covering his body.
So, how can this person die.
But inexplicably strange in my heart, Feng Shuyan does not defend others, why should I only be wary of myself
However, before she could go deeper, there was a loud noise in the sky, and when everyone looked up, three thousand golden-robed monks jumped out from behind the surrounding houses on the ground below.
Each held a shiny crescent shovel in one hand, raised their palms in front of their chests, and recited a passage of transcendental scriptures in unison. The Buddha's sound swaying, long and round the ears, making people solemn.
The sutra to save the dead was behind, and a blind monk with closed eyes came out from inside, holding a golden chanting staff and hanging a string of water-patterned beads on his body. Although he can't see, his face can be precisely turned toward the wind and the smoke. His step and mark are very stable, and he is no worse than the person who can see.
"Amitabha! I also ask Dogu donor to hand over this wind donor to the poor monk."
The blind monk's pace seemed to be slow, but it was actually quite fast. In a blink of an eye, someone was standing in front of Duguyan. If Old Man Sun hadn't stepped in and blocked it, it was estimated that the blind monk would have grabbed it hard.
"Bah, you old bald donkey, I haven't seen you for more than ten years. If you don't stay in your ruined temple, you come here to bully the younger generation. What kind of monk is you?"
Originally, seeing someone kill Feng Suiyan under his own eyes, he was full of anger. At this time, this old bald donkey did not practice well, but ran out to snatch the corpse, and he felt shameless.
"It's you." Hearing Old Man Sun's voice, the blind monk curled the corners of his mouth with a smile, "You and I haven't seen each other for many years, but we meet here..."
"Don't, this old man doesn't have the heart to catch up with you." The old man Sun interrupted the blind monk immediately, "Everyone is dead, and you still have to steal other people's bodies, isn't it a little shameless?"
The blind monk shook his head, "Master Feng is not dead, she practiced sorcery, and she has already become a demon. It won't take long before she wakes up again."
Old Man Sun didn't believe it, and looked at Duguyan suspiciously, but got her a slight nod, confirming that what the blind monk said was true. He repeatedly praised: "It's amazing, it's amazing." After exclamation, he raised his head to face the blind monk: "Since she's not dead, I can't let you take her away."
The blind monk's golden robe was filled with wind, and his clothes were screeching. He turned to Dugu Yan: "Don Dugu, don't be obsessed with it any more. This man is causing trouble for the world and cannot be left behind."
"Senior has a profound cultivation base, and this junior wants to ask for some advice." Dugu Yanduan would not allow anyone to take Fengsuanyan away.
"And the old man." Old Man Sun tilted his head and saw that Duguyan couldn't beat this old bald donkey, so he had the heart to help a bunch. When Feng Shuyan woke up, he would ask for some sorcery from her to study it.
"And me." Ze Hai and Yu Fei, two a few years old, also said with their small chests.
Xiao Ning'an, whose cry was reduced, didn't understand what everyone was talking about, but there was nothing wrong with what her elder brother said, and she said softly and fiercely towards the blind monk: "And me."
The poor and strange beast led a few birds, flapping wings, beast roars, and exposed sharp fangs, under the refraction of light, flashes of fierce light. On the horns of the poor strange beast, there is a faint purple electricity haunting it.
"Qianqi." The blind monk recognized the almost extinct poor beast from the beast's roar, "The man-eating beast will never stay. The evil animal will die."