Aggrieved Fish Sprite

Su Li crouched in the grass, his eyebrows twisted into a word Sichuan.

He couldn't figure it out.

Where is the Heavenly King?

What he killed that night was a counterfeit. Although there was some chaos inside and outside the camp the next day, and there were also experts from the holy lotus altar searching around, but it was just a show, and soon the army continued on their way. Anyone with a brain can see that he is dead Not an important role.

The situation of the rebellious army is not chaotic at all. If it is strange, it is only that the generals have some hesitation and frequent changes.

These changes are aimed at Zheng Tu, the most powerful in the Heavenly King's army, as if they all guessed that the Heavenly King who always wears a golden mask is a puppet, and the only way to become a master is to gain military power, and then gain more in the army The support and power of the people, so that they can bargain with the holy lotus altar.

Of course, Su Li didn't understand the key to this, he could only see that the influence of the "Holy Lotus Altar" in the rebellious army was far greater than expected. The thing is, that Master Luo has a grumpy temper on the surface, but he is actually very shrewd.

So thought Sukasa, who was locked on by Master Luo's qi twice and almost exposed his figure.

Compared with General Zheng, who is always "suffering from the holy lotus altar", it is obvious that Master Luo is more like the culprit.

Without finding out the details, Su Li would not act hastily.

It's only been a few days, and it's not uncommon for a killer to kill a person even if it takes half a year.

It's just that Sukasa usually doesn't do this, and he hasn't done it before, because it will delay his hard work on sword skills and comprehension of martial arts.If he had encountered such a difficult situation in the past, he would immediately gather his subordinates and go back to report to Ayan Puka. Anyway, there would always be someone with a better brain to give him an idea to judge the situation.

But it's different now.

The swordsman himself couldn't tell the difference, he only vaguely felt that he was no longer the killer who took money for his life and was passionate about martial arts and indifferent to everything.

——Having more worries will slow down your sword skills, which is not a good thing.

Why is the ink carp different?

This is the second place Sukasa couldn't figure out.

That's right, he recognized who the person on the wall of Hua County was. With their martial arts, they could recognize people just by looking at their moves, not to mention that Mo Li used a knife.

Doctor Mo... the saber is stronger than the one encountered in Yuzhou.

I could only see Bai Hongxuelian in the distance, and in the blink of an eye more than a dozen saber lights criss-crossed, "hanging" on the city wall so brightly.

Up and down suddenly, no matter how far or near, suddenly coming and going, like thunder piercing the sky, like lightning shining through the world.

If it wasn't for the wrong situation, Su Li would have wanted to catch up and ask, first to ask for advice on sword techniques, and second, to help him think about who the real Heavenly King is, or if there is no such person at all, and he has to go back home?

Sukasa stroked the scabbard, continuing to worry.

He missed a good opportunity to assassinate in vain. When tens of thousands of people were stunned by the sword technique that appeared on the city wall at the same time, he had already reached the outskirts of the Heavenly Grant King's army.

There are no faces around Master Luo, and even the coachman is the protector of the holy lotus altar. If Su Li wants to get close to him, he can only pretend to be a saint.

Even this road is out of play now.

Watching the army slowly entering the city, Su Li immersed half of his body in the mud pit, slowed down his breath, and gradually became like dead wood, grass and rocks.

***

Master Luo slowly got off the frame, silently looking at the knife marks all over the wall of Hua County.

The rustic smell of Leihuo bombs, mixed with blood and the grassy smell of chopped thick moss, is even disgusting at first smell.

The knife marks are mainly concentrated on the half of the city wall, and the nearest one is as tall as a person. When you reach out and touch it, the sand and gravel will roll down.

"What a ruthless means!"

Master Luo's expression changed, and he turned to look for Zheng Tu.

At this time, the carriage of Tianshouwang also approached slowly, and Zheng Tu and other generals greeted him in front of the city gate. Hierarch Luo didn't need to look for him specially, as long as he went to see Tianshouwang.

The Heavenly King has the title of "Ziwei Xingjun descended into the world", even the leader of the holy lotus altar still has to salute in front of the Heavenly King.

Even if it's a puppet he helped up, Master Luo never loses face, because he knows that as long as he shows a little contempt, his subordinates will be able to put on a very good one.So effective, Ziwei Xingjun's signboard is not easy to use at all, who else can be used to deceive?How to fool those poor people?

Anyway, he has been pretending to be gods and ghosts for many years, and Master Luo directly worships the puppet as a clay statue, and the demeanor should be as respectful as possible.

On the contrary, the puppet on the car has not been the king of heaven for a long time, and he is timid and almost unable to hold on.

Fortunately, the carriage frame was covered by a curtain, and the Tianshou Wang had to wear a golden and purple mask so as not to show his secrets.

"...the leader is exempt."

"Emperor, the Lord of the Land came to report that the foundation of Hua County is soft and cannot stay for a long time." Luo Jiaozhu said with a low eyebrow.

The people in the Holy Lotus Altar all call the Heaven-sent King the Emperor, and Ziwei Xingjun also has the title of Ziwei Great Emperor in the heavenly court. Because this title is too flattering, the generals of the rebellious army and other people from the rivers and lakes who have come to seek refuge only call him the king.

Now hearing that Master Luo is "blasphemy" again, speaking in the name of gods, gods and ghosts, some people will inevitably show strange expressions.

"What does Luo Jiaozhu mean?" Lei Xian, the elder of the Thunderbolt Hall, wrinkled his bark-like old face and laughed strangely, "The soldiers have worked so hard on this journey, and they are waiting to recharge their energy and store up their energy." Rui then captured the state capital of Nanping County, why did he retreat?"

Leader Luo was annoyed in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. After all, his words were not meant for King Tianshou, but Zheng Tu.

"Old Mr. Lei has been driving for a day, I'm afraid he is exhausted." Some generals shouted, trying to smooth things over.

The old man Lei pouted, and brought his acrimony to the extreme: "I was amazed at the scene where the general failed to subdue the demon. Now, the morale is low. Does the leader have anything to say?"

Leader Luo raised his eyebrows upright. He had a rough and domineering appearance. When he was angry, his beard looked like a steel needle. The aura around him was so violent that the legs of those who got close were so frightened.The Heavenly Grant King in the frame quickly cheered up and shouted: "Okay! What's the point of making so much noise?"

Although the attitude is tough, the words are not imposing.

Old man Lei suddenly became suspicious. He felt that the King of Heaven was different from what he had seen before, weak and weak. Could it be that the sleeping woman has overslept these days, and the exhaustion of the boat and the car is completely weak?This is not good, the Heavenly Granted King has no heirs, and when the Holy Lotus Altar says that Lord Ziwei Xing will return to the Heavenly Court, and then casually designate a general to be Laoshizi Xingjun, won’t they be reimbursed for the hard work they spent on selling before the Martial Hall?

Zheng Tu took everyone's reactions into his eyes, so he didn't get involved, but quietly ordered his guards to check around the city wall.

After a while, the man came back, his face full of horror, as if he couldn't regain his senses for a while.

"General, it's not good, the wall looks like it won't be able to withstand things." The guard stretched out his hand with difficulty, "When you touch it, the gravel will fall, and if you push it, a few bricks will shake. Although it won't collapse, you must guard against it." I’m sure I can’t hold it, just hit the wall a few times and it’s over. Now that morale has plummeted, and even the followers of the Holy Lotus Altar are frightened, how are they going to attack Nanping County’s prefecture?”

Zheng Tu didn't say a word, his eyes were full of sternness.

——It's more than that, Zheng Tu thought to himself, that person didn't want to leave the city of Hua County to them, but he wanted to drag them here.

It is impossible for Zheng Tu to let the army bypass Hua County, because both he and Master Luo have to carefully observe and speculate on the knife marks on the wall.

Such an opponent, they will face up sooner or later,

No matter how ambitious you are, if you lose your life, everything is useless.

So they had to garrison troops in the city for at least one night, even if the city wall collapsed now, they couldn't leave.

Zheng Tu laughed back angrily, thinking that since this person is so arrogant, he dares to leave a knife mark without fear of being broken, so let him bind himself in a cocoon.Is my reputation of defeating fifty masters in a row in the past a fake?All martial arts in the world have contexts to be found, as long as you try to figure it out carefully, you will be able to see the flaws.

***

The moonlight is dim, and there are no stars.

The high cliffs and jagged rocks look like ghostly shadows from a distance.

It wasn't like this in the first half of the night, when the moonlight was extremely bright, shining brightly on the ground, and in the blink of an eye it became this pale, gloomy, hairy moon.

In the words of the old Orion, it is the demons who cast spells to put the moon into the magic weapon of the gauze pocket, and the bodhisattvas and gods in the sky cannot see the human world through a layer of gauze, and those terrible things in the world will happen.

The cold wind was blowing, echoing on the lonely ruins.

This once towering grand pass actually only collapsed for a fraction of the time, and the afterimage it cast was no different from the isolated cliff, like an aging veteran still standing straight without bending his spine.

In front of the ruins, there are soul-inducing white banners, and they are hunting after the wind blows.

Some banner cloths could not withstand the strong wind and became dilapidated.

Meng Qi silently walked past the soul-inducing streamers, and looked down to see some simple offerings, which should be melons, fruit and steamed buns, which were dragged to pieces by wild beasts, leaving only empty plates and pottery bowls rolled in one place .

He didn't think that Tianshou Wang Dajun had such good intentions that he would do things for the soldiers who died in Xuanchuan Pass.

In fact, before he reached the ruins, he smelled a burning smell.

The smell that lingered for so many days came from the corpse.

Under the bleak moonlight, there were traces of fire everywhere in the ruins. Because the steep city walls prevented the wind from blowing in, a thick layer of black ash had accumulated in many places.When Meng Qi stepped in, it was as if he had come to an absolute realm of Shura, where there were twisted and deformed charred corpses everywhere, a strange smell, and wild beasts gnawing and rummaging.

"Ugh-"

Feeling a murderous aura, these beasts ran for their lives in a hurry, not even daring to roar.

Meng Qi leaned over slowly, the charred corpses were not hugged together, they were just stacked together, there were no weapons around them, no armor on their bodies, some didn't even have clothes and boots, at first glance they didn't look like they were ever alive , but dead dry tree roots in the deep mountains and old forests.

Although the corpses have been piled here for more than a month, they can still tell the tragedy and unwillingness.

The part of the city wall that collapsed showed no traces of fierce fighting. Although it was burned beyond recognition, the deep marks left by the swordsmen's slashing could not be burned away. Meng Qi walked around the collapsed part and picked up a piece of it. The broken white banners rubbed against the wall until it was black, but there was no trace of the city guards struggling to kill the outsiders who rushed into the city gate.

It's a terrible thing.

It means that when the city wall collapsed, the defenders failed to come up to block the gap.

Meng Qi clenched his fists. He has fought in the battlefield for more than ten years, and he has seen many mutilated corpses, and since he carefully identified these dead soldiers, he felt strange.

- Too many decapitated corpses

It is not uncommon for people to have their heads cut off in deadly battles on the battlefield, or to be hit by arrows, or to have injuries to the chest and abdomen, but it is definitely not so neat.

Fighting is face-to-face slashing, and the rebellious army is not good at fighting on horseback. How could Xuanchuanguan soldiers be slaughtered at will like wheat?

There were so many corpses that they seemed to fill the whole ruins.

Xuanchuan Pass is very large, like a city, with a barracks and martial arts field inside, and a cemetery behind it.

The cemetery was not destroyed, and several stone tablets remained intact. The mottled handwriting wrote about the soldiers who died guarding the customs over the years. Many of them only had surnames, called Li Jiaerlang, Zhangcun Sangeer, and some names were simple, rough and repetitive. There are many, such as attracting wealth and blessings, and the warehouse is full of bulls.

Every time a battle is fought, a stele must be erected, some large and some small, depending on the number of names.

The oldest stele is more than a hundred years ago. At that time, it was the chieftain of the Southwest, and then it was cut off in the Chu Dynasty. The people who died in recent years were all because of the king granted by heaven.

The hazy moonlight shone on this row of sparse stone tablets, and it seemed to become a bit clearer.

Meng Qi stood in front of this empty cemetery for a long time, realizing that it was still too small to bury so many people.

"Who?"

With a movement of the pinna, Meng Qi suddenly raised his eyes.

I saw a figure slowly walking out of the pile of rocks, with a cloak wrapped from head to toe, slightly stooped, and if I didn't look carefully, I thought it was a ghost floating out.

The dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the moonlight shone brightly on the world.

The face under the cloak was as pale as paper, and there seemed to be a dark fire burning in the eyes.

"It's...you?" Meng Qi was very surprised, because this was a person who shouldn't be here.

However, if you think about it carefully, the Ning family in Xuanchuan Pass is this person's blood relatives.

Yan Cen, the second master of Shimo Village.

"Master Meng." Yan Cen spoke, his voice was dry and hoarse, and this was not his original voice.

He was shaking, not from fear, but from pain and boundless resentment.

"I have fostered Baoxiang Temple since I was a child. Three months ago, I heard that all the eminent monks of Baoxiang Temple went to Xuanchuan Pass to defend against the army of the King of Heaven. Because of anxiety, I came here alone..."

Yan Cen didn't say a word clearly, he knew his own background, and also knew how high Master Yuan Zhi's martial arts were.

What kind of predicament requires the monks of Baoxiang Temple to come out of the mountain together?When it became clear that Prince Qi was seriously ill and the Ning family was in danger, Yan Cen could no longer sit still.

He doesn't want to recognize his ancestors, he doesn't care about the blood of the Tian family, and he even avoids the Ning family, because he is a shameful freak, a monster who killed his mother, and can only stay in Shimo Mountain with those The same ugly people live together, but this does not mean that when Baoxiang Temple and even the Ning family are in danger, he can stand by and watch.

"For the grace of life and the virtue of upbringing, Yan Cen's body was broken to pieces, and he can't repay the masters."

Meng Qi couldn't bear it, but now is not the time to reminisce about the old days, he had to harden his heart and ask, "You were there on the day the city was destroyed?"

"……I am here."

Yan Cen raised his head, the fire in his eyes became more intense, "Someone put medicine in the well."

Meng Qi was taken aback, water source is the most important thing to defend the city, there must be no mistakes.

Old General Ning spent his entire life in the army, and it was impossible for him to be negligent in such matters. Whether it was guarding the well or drawing water, they should be strictly inspected to prevent strangers from approaching.

Yan Cen didn't bother to explain any more, he knelt down with a thud, and said in a hoarse voice, "Senior, please help, save Master Yuan Zhi's life."