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Han Yong stood in the city, his burning eyes closely following the two figures, one yellow and one blue.

The two of them were like a magic needle that stabilized the sea, preventing the raging iron cavalry from moving forward.

However, the two of them prevented thousands and tens of thousands of grassland barbarians from crossing the line. What a magical power!

He suddenly remembered a few words that his teacher had taught him when he was a child: Feather fan and silk scarf, talking and laughing, masts and oars were extinguished.

He didn't remember who the author of this poem was, but he vaguely remembered that the author wrote the poem to praise the achievements of a saint in the previous dynasty.

Han Yong was not a good student, and he thought he had forgotten this word long ago.

But at this moment, the long-lost memory suddenly revived, and he just felt that this word was the most appropriate to describe these two people.

Han Yong's scalp was numb, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably. He held his breath and looked at the two backs with extremely burning eyes.

Han Yong never believed that there were gods in this world.

The idea of ​​gods and immortals is illusory. It is better to rely on yourself than to pray to gods and Buddhas.

Moreover, if there are gods and immortals in the world, then why do good people not live long, while evil people who do all kinds of bad things have a smooth life?

But today, Han Yong saw a god and immortal.

If gods and immortals really exist, then they must look like them.

Just now, he was completely desperate. He was not afraid of death. His life was worth dying. The only thing he was worried about was the hundreds of thousands of people in Beihuang City.

Han Yong knew the scene after the barbarians entered the city.

He saw it with his own eyes.

Every year before and after the autumn harvest, the barbarians would go to some small towns near Beihuang to collect autumn wind. The garrison where Han Yong was always late, and every time they could only sigh silently at the corpses and debris piled on the roadside and the clean wheat fields like wind-blown leaves amid the people's deafening cries.

Even among the surviving people, many would not survive this winter. Due to the lack of food and heavy taxes, many people could not survive even if they sold their children. In order not to be locked up by the government, many people could only sell their land at a low price and make their families slaves.

In troubled times, human lives are worthless and will fall down with a gust of wind.

When he thought that Beihuang City would be ravaged by the barbarians after his death, he was full of resentment and died with his eyes open.

If there really is a Bodhisattva, if there really are gods and Buddhas with eyes, why don't they come down to save the people? Why don't they punish the evil and eliminate the demons and bring peace to the world?

Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves the suffering, hahahahahaha...

If you really exist, come out!

Come out and let me see!

Save your believers from hell!

It seemed that there really were gods and Buddhas who heard the cry in his heart. The next moment, divine light descended from the sky, and the light was brilliant. Two figures gradually appeared from the rolling dust and smoke.

After dispelling the smoke of history, the gods awakened from the ancient legends and stepped onto the battlefield of blood and fire, just like they walked proudly in the sky in the past.

The closest to him was a blue-robed Taoist priest. He was noble, graceful, and agile. The cold sword in his hand killed people invisibly. The sword light penetrated the armor of the barbarians like cutting tofu, and easily cut down the barbarians who climbed to the top of the wall.

But what impressed Han Yong the most and shocked him the most was the yellow-robed monk under the city.

Separated by the high city walls and the endless barbarian cavalry, Han Yong could not see his expression clearly. It was just that in the noisy charge and rolling smoke, he met the monk's inadvertent glance behind him from a distance, and his heart was disturbed by the pair of golden and divine glass pupils.

Han Yong did not understand Buddhism, but he still knew the Zen saying "Saving a life is better than a seven-story pagoda". The Buddhist sect emphasizes compassion and avoids killing.

But the monk at the city gate wore a compassionate smile, but he was actually doing Shura things. The demon-subduing pestle was originally a magic weapon for beheading demons, but in the hands of the young monk, it became a weapon of slaughter.

The young monk walked through the surging crowd like a leisurely stroll in the garden, and the demon-subduing pestle fluttered in the crowd like a butterfly. Wherever he went, the barbarians fell silently, like wheat straw in autumn. A few drops of blood splashed on his face, adding a few ghosts to his flawless jade-like face.

Compared with the one-sided massacre, this scene is more like an exquisite dance.

But such behavior is not the style of a compassionate Buddhist disciple. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a demon who has fallen into hell.

Han Yong heard a comrade beside him gasp and whispered: "...The Bodhisattva appeared..."

Yes, they came to obey the call of his heart, gods.

Gods really exist.

Daliang is indeed destined to be the country, blessed by the gods and Buddhas, and will enjoy the prosperity of the country for thousands of years!

Han Yong stared at the unwavering backs of the Taoists and monks, his eyes were pious and stable, and his heart was filled with a heavy sense of security.

Their killing was for protection.

So Han Yong did not feel terrible, but only felt his blood boiling and his heart was excited.

With the two immortals, Beihuang will be safe and worry-free.

They are the protectors of Beihuang and the gods that are truly worthy of Han Yong's faith.

Faintly noisy voices floated to his ears with the wind:

"God has eyes, God has eyes, we are saved!"

"Dad, Mom, Bodhisattva, it's the Bodhisattva who showed up!"

"Hahahaha, it feels great, retribution, this is all retribution!"

"Kill, kill all the barbarians, let these beasts pay with blood!"

"I don't know which immortal they are, I will set up tablets for them when I come back..."

Han Yong was slightly startled. He walked a few steps in the direction of the sound, then lay on the wall and looked down. Only then did he realize that at some point, some scattered people had gathered at the base of the wall and poked their heads outside the city gate, excited. They were talking about the scene outside the city gate.

They are male and female, old and young, but they have the same gaze.

They followed the backs of the two immortals with burning eyes. Their faces covered with wind, frost and despair showed the rarest hope in the precarious and troubled times.

There was a low cry in his ears. Han Yong turned his head and looked in surprise, and found that it was his comrades who were crying. Even just now, when they thought they were going to die in the city, they didn't cry, but at this moment, these unshaven old men's faces were full of tears, and their whole bodies were shaking from crying.

Han Yong twitched the corners of his lips and sneered in a hoarse voice: "It's embarrassing for a bunch of big men to cry like this..."

"Don't laugh at us, you are crying too..."

Han Yong touched his face and realized that he had burst into tears before he knew it.

"I'm not crying...it's just that there is sand in my eyes."

He laughed loudly: "It's so exciting. I can see the immortals guarding the city gate with my own eyes. It's not a loss. It's enough for me to brag about for a lifetime."

Even though he knew that the immortals would not notice him as a little person at all, he still knelt down sincerely at this time and kowtowed three times to the two people who killed the enemy in blood, "Thank you, Immortal, for saving me, the people of the Northern Wilderness!"

Han Yong's actions seemed to turn on some switch, and the same sound of kowtows came one after another all around. Han Yong raised his head and looked around, only to see a black head, and enthusiastic shouts sounded from all directions, converging into an overwhelming cheer:

"God bless Beihuang! God bless Daliang!"

"I am Chinese and not afraid of barbarians!"

The Taoist priest in blue who was standing on the wall watching the battle turned around, looked around, and murmured softly: "...The world is unkind, but I have selfish intentions."

Han Yong was slightly startled, feeling a little strange in his heart.

Before he could think deeply, he saw the Taoist Master holding his sword in both hands and tilting his head slightly to look in their direction, "I'm going down to help, can you guys hold on here?"

"nature!"

"Please rest assured, Immortal!"

Han Yong also wiped his face fiercely and said loudly and hurriedly: "Go to the Immortal, there are just a few little barbarians, I must make sure they never come back!"

To be honest, all the firepower of the barbarians is now concentrated on the city gate that Bai opened. There are no barbarians trying to set up ladders on the city wall.

The Taoist priest in blue nodded slightly when he heard the words, and then floated from the top of the wall to the monk in yellow who was guarding the city gate. Without any words, the two exchanged a look of understanding, and then the monk in yellow retreated to the city gate. The Taoist priest in blue faced the barbarian cavalry.

If the monk in yellow just fought as exquisitely as a dance, then the Taoist in blue did not have so many fancy movements. He just repeated simple movements of raising his sword and slashing horizontally, killing with the most simple and mechanical movements. Human affairs can bring more intense fear and shock.

But what makes Han Yong a little strange is that in the face of such overwhelming power from the immortal elders, the barbarian soldiers still come up in an endless stream, as if they are scrambling to die.

Aren't they afraid?

So many of our comrades have died in the battle. Even if the army is not in retreat now, it is at least panicked and the morale of the army is in chaos! How could he still be so rational and calm as to organize attacks again and again?

Are all the barbarian soldiers brave warriors who are not afraid of death?

Even if the soldiers are brave warriors who strictly enforce military orders, are the commanders so foolhardy? If we don't retreat, tens of thousands of barbarian soldiers will be annihilated here! Can the Prairie King's Account accept such a tragic loss?

Han Yong felt like his heart was racing, and he felt weak. The barbarian soldiers who could only repeat the attack before him seemed so weird that they had no emotions. Han Yong felt a chill running down his back, and felt that he felt a completely alien feeling from them.

...Are they still human?

After the two immortals killed probably several hundred people and piled corpses high on both sides of the city gate, the barbarians finally stopped their attack. The scene fell into a strange stillness, but beneath the stillness, it seemed as if there were undercurrents brewing.

Han Yong only felt something stuck in his heart, his eyelids were twitching wildly, and he was inexplicably panicked.

He always felt that something was about to happen.

Then the disguise suddenly appeared, and suddenly a voice came from the sky: "Who do I think they are, they are just two little kids who have just built a foundation, and they dare to be so arrogant. If you meet me today, you will be unlucky, and you will die!"

Han Yong suddenly looked up and saw a middle-aged man in purple robe standing on a lampstand-like object.

He is also an immortal!

Is it... an enemy?

No wonder he looks so mean, he is really not a good person!

Han Yong became disgusted with the purple-robed man almost immediately.

Thinking of what the man in purple robe just said, Han Yong couldn't help but feel worried.

Although he knew that the two immortals had extraordinary powers, the man in purple robe just spoke so loudly...

Can the city-defending immortals defeat the purple-robed man?

"Is this also an immortal?"

"What kind of immortals are those who are with the barbarians? They might be evil spirits from somewhere!"

"Ah! This is bad. I wonder if the two immortals can win?"

"Hey, look what you said, we have two immortal leaders here, and there is only one purple-robed man. Two against one, no matter how hard we fight, we can win!"

Han Yong immediately felt relieved.

That's right, he was just worried. No matter how you look at it, they have the advantage!

…

Su Jian raised her eyes and stared at the arrogant purple-robed man in the sky. She moved the tip of her sword slightly and aimed at the purple-robed man's chest. Her face was calm and she said, "In that case, let's give it a try."

Yang Lao reminded in his sea of ​​consciousness: "This is a great demon in the Nascent Soul stage. You are just a general building a foundation now, and you are not his opponent at all! You are going to die!"

Lu Qingling's face turned pale and she shouted sternly: "Su Jian, run! Are you crazy? You are no match for him!"

But the only person who answered her was two firm figures from behind.

Her young man said that there are always some things that you can do even if you know they cannot be done.

Her young man said that the city was behind him, so he could not retreat.

The monk in yellow also smiled for the first time, and his eyes showed a solemn and solemn look, which looked a bit scary.

The monk asked her to take a good look.

"If in the end, you can't find the answer that we are willing to defend the city," the monk glanced at her, his eyes as cold as water, "then we can only say that we don't agree with each other."

With some reluctance that she didn't understand, Lu Qingling did not leave. She quietly and carefully watched every move on the battlefield.

She saw her young man using his sword to resist the attack of the purple-robed Taoist.

The boy who saw her was shot to the ground, with a large amount of blood pouring out of his chest.

She saw the Buddha's shadow behind the yellow-robed monk, and the Buddha's light was shining everywhere.

Seeing the monk's Buddha's light shattered, he shed bloody tears and coughed up blood.

She saw a huge black dog emerge from the sky and soar into the sky, just like the mythical Tengu that escaped from the moon.

Seeing the angry roar coming from the black dog's throat, he could not do anything to the purple-robed Taoist.

She saw the purple-robed Taoist standing condescendingly in the air, his face full of contempt and disdain, and he was full of ridicule towards the dying two people.

I heard the unwilling shouts and wails of the people watching.

She saw the two of them covered in blood, beaten into the dust again and again by the purple-robed Taoist. They were scarred and embarrassed, like two funny loaches. They never saw the beautiful scenery when they first met, and they were unparalleled in the world.

even so……

even so!

But they stood up again and again!

Then he launched charges again and again against the aloof, seemingly invincible purple-robed Taoist!

"Bodhi Buddha Fruit, Heavenly Sword..." The purple-robed man frowned, "It turns out that you are Buddhists and Taoists, no wonder you can survive under me for so long... But a dead genius is not a genius! Hahahahaha Hahahaha, it’s God’s blessing to be able to kill the Buddha and the Taoist in one fell swoop!”

He sacrificed his life sword, intending not to hold back any fatal blows to these two people, but when he met those two pairs of bright and determined eyes, he suddenly changed his mind.

"I suddenly had a good idea." The purple-robed man turned his eyes towards the city tower, with despicable cruelty in his eyes, and said with a ferocious smile: "I will kill all the humans in this city, and you can only watch. Nothing can be done."

He waved his sword gently, and heard a loud noise. A corner of the city tower was cut off, and several guardsmen were split in half!

He smiled strangely and said, "Don't blame me, it's all their fault. If they hadn't intervened, you could have survived."

Lu Qingling was stunned by the purple-robed man's confusing statement!

Although she also thought it was ridiculous that Le Jing and Su Jian chose to defend the city, only the people of Beihuang City were not qualified to criticize them!

They could have had nothing to do with themselves and had a bright future.

But they stepped forward, knowing that they couldn't do it.

Although she didn't know why they did that, the people of Beihuang City benefited from it and were protected.

Lu Qingling understood this as a bystander, but could those mortals understand it? Can those weak, stupid, cowardly, selfish, treacherous... mortals understand this?

For a moment, she began to feel sorry for Le Jing and Su Jian.

They so sincerely want to protect Beihuang City, how desperate and sad they would be if they were slandered and filled with resentment by the mortals they wanted to protect.

"Fuck your mother! I have eyes, but you, a yellow-haired old demon, are just trying to stir up trouble!"

"Damn it! Damn it! You don't want me to live, but I have to live for you to see!"

"Two heroes, wait a moment, someone will come to help you!"

"He lost a scar as big as a bowl on his head, but eighteen years later he is a good man again!"

"You are not that kind of coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"

"When the city is alive, people are still there; when the city is gone, people are still alive!"

Lu Qingling turned around in shock and saw a dozen men rushing down from the tower.

They don't know magic, they are weak, stupid, cowardly, selfish, treacherous... mortals.

But they held their chests high and raised their heads, the swords and guns in their hands were cold, and they laughed loudly. Only one heroic shout was heard in the world:

"kill!"

The bowed world is full of people who do not want to be slaves.

Lu Qingling's vision became blurry and blurred, and her eyes slowly blurred. In the end, only the dozens of back figures that stood firm and never came back were left.

So humble, so brave.

Then the next moment, twelve heads fell to the ground.

Even Lu Qingling, who was used to the smell of blood, felt that the smell of blood at this time was particularly disgusting.

However, this is just the beginning.

Group after group of men, batch after batch of fathers, sons, and husbands, rushed out holding various weapons such as spears, machetes, rakes, and hoes.

Through her tearful eyes, she seemed to meet a pair of eyes as bright as cold stars, and the clear voice of the young monk sounded from her chaotic mind: "Do you understand the answer?"

The purple-robed Taoist waved his sleeves and laughed contemptuously: "You overestimate your own abilities!"

"I don't understand." Lu Qingling rushed in front of everyone, and at the critical moment, she waved her sword to block the attack of the purple-robed man. She turned her back to everyone and said to herself: "I just don't understand why you are so overestimated!" She clenched the sword in her hand, her eyes were red, and she stared at the purple-robed man fiercely. She didn't look like a fairy who was pure and beautiful, but was no different from a dictator who was blood-thirsty on the battlefield. "But I don't allow you to kill them!"

The girl said, "I don't allow you to kill them."

"You are a nameless rat and you are not qualified to kill heroes."

Behind him, Beihuang City, shared the same hatred and ambition.

As the saying goes, the whole city goes to the national crisis.