The Journey Against Time, I am the King of Scrolls in a Hundred Times Space

After the war, the Jianghu Alliance seemed to have been ravaged by a violent hurricane, presenting a miserable and messy scene. The air was filled with a thick mixture of blood and gunpowder, which was disgusting. The pungent smell seemed to be the painful groan of the land, which could not be dissipated for a long time.

The damaged city wall was like a scarred giant, collapsed there powerlessly. The originally solid bricks and stones broke and collapsed, revealing the rammed earth inside, like a wound that was difficult to heal on the giant. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, broken walls and ruins piled up like mountains, charred wooden beams and broken tiles scattered all over the ground, and the once warm home is now only a ruin. And the corpses all over the ground, lying in all directions, some still maintaining fighting postures, and some twisted into heartbreaking shapes, their blood dyed the land under their feet red, forming a shocking dark red pool of blood.

Lin Feng stood in the ruins, looking at the tragic scene in front of him, his heart was as heavy as a thousand-pound boulder. His eyes were full of sadness and helplessness, but more of a firm determination. He knew that this was not the time to be depressed and desperate. The arduous task of rebuilding their homeland had already fallen on their shoulders like a torch.

"Everyone cheer up, we have to rebuild the Jianghu Alliance!" Although Lin Feng's voice was hoarse, as if it had been stained by the smoke of war, the power contained in it was like a clear spring, flowing in the dry hearts of every disciple.

The disciples raised their heads when they heard Lin Feng's call. Their eyes were originally full of fatigue and confusion, but under Lin Feng's encouragement, a spark of hope gradually ignited. Although their bodies were still dragging the fatigue after the battle and their hearts were still immersed in the grief of losing their comrades, they still gritted their teeth and responded to Lin Feng's call.

The first thing to deal with was the corpses scattered all over the battlefield. With great grief, the disciples carefully collected the remains of their companions. Their movements were gentle and solemn, as if every life that passed away was the most precious treasure in the world. Some people shed tears silently, and their tears fell on the blood-stained land; some people bit their lips tightly, holding back the grief in their hearts and not letting themselves cry out.

They placed the bodies neatly, and washed the blood and dust on the faces of each sacrificed disciple, so that they could leave this world with the last dignity. Those young and familiar faces, once full of vitality and vigor, are now sleeping forever on this land.

"Brothers, rest in peace, we will make the Jianghu Alliance stronger!" Lin Feng said at the funeral, his voice trembling, tears flashing in his eyes. The tears reflected incomparable firmness and determination in the afterglow of the setting sun.

At the same time, the craftsmen quickly devoted themselves to the work of repairing the damaged city walls and houses. They formed a busy team, carrying heavy wood and huge stones. Every step seemed so difficult, but their pace never stopped. An older and experienced craftsman named Lao Zhang had wrinkles and dust on his face, but his eyes revealed an unyielding light.

"Everyone, work harder and make sure our home is restored to its original state!" Lao Zhang encouraged everyone loudly. He personally demonstrated how to place the huge stones accurately in the gaps of the city wall, and used hammers and chisels to repair the uneven places bit by bit.

The young craftsman Xiao Li was originally a thin young man, but at this moment, he burst out with amazing strength. He carried a thick piece of wood and walked hard among the ruins. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and his shoulders were pressed with deep red marks by the wood, but he still did not give up and moved forward step by step.

In the farmland in the distance, some disciples were also busy replanting crops. They plowed the land trampled by the war, which was hard and barren, but their hands were full of hope. Every swing of the hoe brought expectations for the future; every seed sown carried the belief in survival.

"Although we have suffered a heavy blow, we can't let everyone go hungry." A disciple in charge of the farmland said. His name is Wang Er, a disciple who was born a simple farmer. His palms were covered with calluses, but he held the hoe even harder at this moment, as if he wanted to inject all his strength into the land.

In the makeshift medical tent, Su Yao and other doctors were not idle either. They treated the injured disciples and villagers day and night. Su Yao's eyes were full of bloodshot. She had been working for several days in a row, but her hands were still steady and gentle.

A seriously injured disciple was carried in. His body was covered with wounds and blood was flowing continuously. Su Yao quickly treated his wounds, stopped bleeding, sutured, and applied medicine for him. Every movement was precise and fast.

"As long as there is a glimmer of hope, we can't give up." Su Yao encouraged every injured person. Her voice was like a spring breeze, bringing warmth and courage to the injured.

Lin Feng was busy contacting all parties in a simple study room to seek support. His desk was piled with papers and letters. He personally wrote sincere and urgent letters and sent them to nearby sects and friendly forces.

"The Jianghu Alliance is in great trouble this time, and I hope all friends can lend a helping hand." Lin Feng wrote sincerely in the letter. Every word was filled with his deep affection for the Jianghu Alliance and his expectations for the future.

Soon, some sects sent supplies and manpower to help the Jianghu Alliance rebuild. Carriages filled with food, medicine and wood slowly drove into the gate of the Jianghu Alliance, and groups of skilled craftsmen and warriors joined the reconstruction team.

"Thank you all for your help, the Jianghu Alliance will remember it in our hearts." Lin Feng said to the friends who came to support, his voice full of gratitude.

With everyone's joint efforts, the Jianghu Alliance gradually had a new look. The gap in the city wall was repaired, and the new bricks and stones shone with hope in the sun; the houses stood up again, and the smoke rose again; the crops in the farmland began to thrive, and the green seedlings swayed gently in the breeze, as if telling the tenacity of life.

However, Lin Feng knew that this was just the beginning. The threat of the mysterious forces still exists, and they may attack again at any time. But at this moment, the Jianghu Alliance has become stronger and more united in the hardships. They have experienced the baptism of blood and fire, and are no longer the fragile sect they once were.

At night, Lin Feng stood on the city wall and looked into the distance. The stars lit up his resolute face. He knew that the road ahead was still long and full of unknown challenges and difficulties. But he firmly believed that as long as the disciples of the Jianghu Alliance were united, nothing could defeat them. They would continue to write the legend of the Jianghu Alliance on this land.