Global Cards: I Create Eastern Mythic Card Deck

The cold wind is biting and the sky is dark.

Dark blue and green, between two mountains.

As night approaches, blue smoke suddenly rises from the small town built with bluestones, breaking through the mountains.

"who?!"

On a simple watchtower made of thick branches and dead leaves, Zhang Bai, a rider holding a long bow, looked down coldly at the group of victims with sallow faces and ragged clothes under the tree.

In troubled times, you should be cautious in everything you do.

There are many "young and strong" people in the group in front of them, and if they are not protected, they are bandits.

Still be careful.

After a simple judgment, Zhang Baiqi waved his hand, and there were shadows flitting around the clouds and trees.

"Sand, sand, sand..."

The next moment, dark green "little lights" lit up, and strange howls sounded in the mountains.

"White Horse, it's me!"

Someone shouted loudly from below the tower.

Zhang Baiqi looked down, and under the dim skylight, he could vaguely see his cousin Zhang Jiaoniu supporting an old man standing outside the town.

"Brother Niu?"

Zhang Baiqi lowered the tip of the arrow and used the power of the yellow scarf to break through the night. He looked at this group of people carefully and saw many familiar faces.

"White horse..." The person speaking at this time was an old man with a scarred face: "Fire the arrow, I will lead the villagers to join you."

Zhang Baiqi didn't dare to be hesitant when he heard this. He reached out and pulled out a "ringing arrow" from the arrow pot.

It is said to be a "ringing arrow". In fact, a certain kind of strange rat with a timid nature and a sharp scream is tied to an arrow and shot into the sky, resounding for ten miles.

Very interesting invention, quite simple and wise.

"pinch!"

So, after a scream, the originally dense town suddenly burst into flames.

Crowds of men and horses with yellow scarves on their heads, holding torches in one hand and dragging hoes, shovels, sickles, wedges and other farm tools across the other, arrived in a surging force.

The leader, an old man, couldn't help but his eyes trembled after seeing the face of the visitor clearly: "Second brother?"

"Six-three." The old man with a scarred face stood up straight with the support of Zhang Jiao Niu and said in a low voice: "Something has entered the town, so I have no choice but to come to you."

Zhang Liusan's lips trembled when he heard the words, and he stood there for a long time before holding back a sentence: "Come in, everyone."

Then he turned around, leaning on a cane, and walked slowly towards the town.

The man just now was his second brother.

Same father and same mother but different fates.

The second brother, Zhang Wuer, has been digging in the fields since he was a child and does not trust the likes of immortal masters and strangers.

When he was a teenager, he was chosen as a follower by an immortal master. He traveled around the mountains, seas and rivers all year round, so he naturally worshiped the unparalleled divine power.

It's okay to have different views on one thing.

But the arrival of "Master Shijie" completely broke this peace.

Zhang Wuer believes that this group of "meat eaters" are moody and cannot be trusted.

Entrusting your tribe and fellow villagers to such people is like opening the door on a snowy night and letting wild beasts into the house.

I don’t know if it’s a wolf or a dog, it’s really an unwise move.

After several attempts to persuade them to no avail, they simply led some tribesmen to find a relatively safe and secluded place near the town and reclaimed the land. They have continued to communicate with each other over the years, and even exchanged food during the years of great disasters.

Although there have been some storms in the past few decades, there have always been no dangers.

Until not long ago, a divine war broke out in the secret realm, and the terrifying aftermath awakened the spirits and wild ghosts hiding in the mountains.

As a result, the human race gathering place in the Hundred Thousand Green Mountains was full of shadows every night. Everywhere you looked, you could see the mountain spirits and ghosts that broke into the villages and towns.

The small town built by Zhang Wuer also had a "ghost king" break into it on a cold rainy night.

The fact that this old man could live to be several dozen years old in this vast mountain was certainly not all due to luck. He also had some good things in his hands, and he also had some survival wisdom.

With a few rusty knives and an understanding of ghosts, he led his tribe and fellow villagers and traveled hundreds of miles for several days, finally reaching Shijie Town.

I ran for my life in fear and fear. During this period, the white fog persisted and the rain continued, so I didn't bother to check anyone.

Now that he had entered the town, he felt a little calmer. Zhang Wuer hurriedly called Zhang Jiaoniu to order some people.

There were 372 people when we set out, but after several days of fighting, less than 200 people were left.

"Ugh."

Zhang Wuer sighed heavily.

He knew very well that it was a great blessing for a group of "ant people" who had no power to break stones to walk in these 100,000 green mountains.

The townspeople he led were lucky enough to have half as many left.

"Ok?"

Zhang Wuer suddenly realized something was wrong.

He quickly raised a hand that was as withered as tree bark to signal the tribesmen and villagers to stop.

Zhang Liusan, who was guarding the second line of defense in Shijie Town, watched this scene quietly, his old and turbid eyes full of thought.

Zhang Wuer is not stupid, nor is he a fool.

In other words, everyone who can live in these 100,000 Green Mountains for decades is a smart person.

Zhang Liusan is actually a very serious-minded person. He is not impatient in doing things and always likes to look first before doing anything.

Just like before, he also noticed layers of doubts about the "yellow-robed Taoist".

But he didn't yell like young people, or like some middle-aged people who have no time to show their skills, pretending to be arrogant on the surface, and secretly go to the small temple to invite the protector of Gao Xianshi.

Instead, on the premise of ensuring the safety of the townspeople, I silently observed the Taoist's words and deeds, and found that he was really a good person.

Although it is not as "nothing else" as it seems, they can still afford it, just a Taoist temple and devout faith.

In other words, this is the truth.

In this world, only truly good parents do things for their children without expecting anything in return.

As the Taoist himself said: "The bustle in the world is all for benefit; the bustling world is all for benefit."

There are many poor people in the scenery. Compared with them, Shijie Town can even be considered lucky.

Taiping Taoists claim to have traveled thousands of miles and seen a lot, so how could they pay so much for a relatively lucky town for no reason?

You can guess with your hair that he must have something up his sleeve.

He barely concealed this, but the townspeople were impressed by his "personality charm". He was originally simple and innocent, but after a few things like running water, changing his name, bean sprout soup, removing glutinous rice, and shaking trees with mayflies, he completely lost his mind. , subconsciously ignored these.

This can be regarded as a tacit understanding between him and the great virtuous master.

Don’t panic when something happens, observe calmly.

With only one Taoist temple and constant incense, he sought a patron saint for his deceased relatives and younger members of the clan, and secured a fairly bright future for the town. This was Zhang Liusan's wisdom.

Being so wise, he would naturally not let people into the town easily before dark.

It is nothing more than using words and deeds to stabilize the visitors and lure them into Shi Jie's pocket formation.

In this way, if you are really an old friend, it will be safer if you enter the outskirts of the town than outside; if there is a problem, it will be easier to deal with the enemy from all sides.

Seeing that the old man who was not sure whether he was his second brother had a strange look on his face, Zhang Liusan waved his hand and asked the young people in the village to disperse around him.

The yellow scarf warriors were hidden in the clouds and mist, and more than a dozen Yin soldiers were swept by black smoke.

The soldiers and horses are strong, and everyone is watching with eager eyes.

"Six-three! Let the juniors and fellow villagers disperse! Something may be following us!"