The Fulong River is surging, and the endless river water goes south day and night.

It seems like thousands of years have passed.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and rivers are like this.

It will not stop for the countless blood-crying resentful souls on the riverside, nor will it stop for the wild beasts that die in battle.

On a hill somewhere east of the Fubo River, more than twenty Wangchuan swords gathered together, and their faces were extremely hard to see. Several of them had already lost the reserve of those who practiced Taoism. They were as angry as a lion, and they fought with others with red faces!

I saw a black-faced man with thick hair and hair in the field pointing at the forehead of a long-bearded old Taoist and cursing, "Niu Dexin, if you are afraid, go to Yicheng. I will take people to the east of Fubo River to eliminate monsters! I naturally have some blood in the sword cultivator of Wangchuan, and I have not forgotten the teachings of my master. At worst, I will be martyred by myself. Even if I die, I will die west of Fubo River!!"

He was so angry that his words were a little confused, and he was obviously not a good person.

The long-bearded Taoist who was pointed at his forehead was a little pale, but his anger was not diminished between his eyebrows. He just stared at the black-faced man's index finger and said lightly, "Zhang Biao, if you are willing to go west of Fubo River, go quickly, no one will stop you, but if you want to take a brother away to accompany you to die, I, Niu Dexin, will kill you even if I die today!"

"Enough!" A middle-aged man who looks a little similar to the old Taoist, but looks obviously much younger than the old Taoist, opened his eyes, and his two thick eyebrows stood up and shouted at the old Taoist, "It's all his brothers, what's the nonsense?" He turned his head and looked at the big man with black face and scolded, "A man dares to say the teachings of his master as a brave man. This is how his master's teachings are?!"

The two of them immediately did not dare to speak, but they were not angry in their chests, and their faces were red.

The one sitting cross-legged beside the middle-aged man was Jiang Qingyun, the Wangchuan sword cultivator who had saved Qin Wansong and his party's lives in the Fubo Mountains. She saw that her face was pale and she never opened her eyes. Until the Taoist priests were scolded and shut up, she slowly opened her eyes and glanced around. No one dared to look at her. "You can also think that you can make some wonderful ideas, but unexpectedly it's just like that. Either rush forward to fight with the demon clan, or retreat to Yicheng and wait and see for the time being. I hope that the Chuan sword cultivator is really stupid who has ruined his brains as the outside world said?!"

The Taoist priests all bowed their heads when they heard this. Among the few Taoist priests who could keep calm, one of them leaned out and opened his mouth to say something. After looking at Jiang Qingyun and the faces of the two beside her, he swallowed the words back.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Qingyun was a sharp-eyed person. When she saw his appearance, she was immediately angry and scolded, "Qin Wansong, you are now a great monk who has entered the sixth realm. You are timid and say whatever you want!"

The person who was scolded was Qin Wansong, a vicious Taoist priest. He heard Jiang Qingyun say this and his face was getting ugly and hesitant. He squeezed out a smile and said hesitantly, "Senior Sister, don't be angry, Wansong has a suggestion." He looked at the Taoist priests around him and said, "The Nanyi Demon Clan smuggled through the Fubo Mountains this time is not a few demon clan strongmen, but a large number of low-level demon clans drove away the army of wild beasts. It is impossible for us and other monks to resist, let alone protect the people. If we want to truly solve the problem, we must unite our human army."

Jiang Qingyun interrupted Qin Wansong thoughtfully and asked, "I have heard you say that you have the same old relationship with the prefect of Lijun?"

This sentence was said, which attracted everyone present to look at Qin Wansong in unison. Even the two men who were originally sitting on the side of Jiang Qingyun who had closed their eyes and looked over.

Qin Wansong smiled bitterly and said, "That is, when the prefect of Lijun was still a prince, he was a magistrate in Zhongjing City. My junior brother Wuxi and I escorted him back home."

Jiang Qingyun nodded and frowned slightly, "Last night when we moved the people, I asked Junior Brother Chang to go north secretly, wanting him to see the Yongchang County prefect, saying that the Fubo Mountains had changed and advised him to return south as soon as possible, but he came back soon after he left..." She looked at Qin Wansong and said expressionlessly, "The Yongchang County prefect conquered a hundred thousand troops to the north and defeated the Nangui. Now the main army has reached two hundred miles north of Yicheng, and less than ten miles from the main army of Yongchang is the convenient... Lijun Light Cavalry!"

The Taoist priests looked at each other, and even Qin Wansong himself was stunned. "When we entered the mountain, the prefect of Yongchang County had not yet sent troops to fight the northern expedition, and now he has... been defeated and returned to the south?!"

Sitting on the other side of Jiang Qingyun was a middle-aged man with a handsome face. He saw his sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes, and his face was pale and swaying. After hearing Qin Wansong's words, he couldn't help but shake his head and said, "Yes, the five thousand light cavalry of the county drove tens of thousands of elite Yongchang County infantry fleeing south. It's really..."

Jiang Qingyun ignored the conversation between the two, but watched Qin Wansong continue his topic, "The army of Yongchang County Princess returned south, judging from the current situation, it was a good thing. Nanyi is now about to reach the city of Yicheng. This elite army of tens of thousands of people can just resist the demon clan. In addition, we, even if the demon clan comes in a fierce manner, can fight with it. But the question is whether the prefect of Lijun... is willing to temporarily put aside the grudges between the two families and the various battles between the princes... and withdraw the troops for the time being!!"

Qin Wansong frowned slightly without saying a word.

On the other side, the old Taoist Changfeng spoke, "The demon clan is coming, and even if the defeated army of Yongchang County is able to resist, it will be very difficult. If the prefect of Li County wants to take this opportunity to go south, it is very likely to reap the benefits of the fisherman to win Yicheng in one fell swoop. Even if the young prefect of Li County is willing to give up such an opportunity under the human race," he sighed and looked at everyone, "But after a lot of trouble last night, we all knew the proclamation. The revenge of killing his father is irreconcilable. Now the whole world knows it. Even if Junior Brother Qin has a lot of connection with him, how can we persuade such a thing..."

The Taoist priests were speechless.

Jiang Qingyun still stared at Qin Wansong and said, "Wansong, what do you think...?"

Qin Wansong said with a serious expression, "To be honest, Senior Sister, Wansong was just thinking that if the prefect of Yongchang County could fight against the demon clan with our help, I could persuade the prefect of Li County to agree to Ueyuan to send troops. Walking the ancient road of Li County to attack the demon clan from the rear may make a contribution in one battle. Luo Chuan, who is in love with the human clan, should agree, but unexpectedly, the situation is so unexpected... He is a person who values ​​feelings. The revenge of killing his father can be repaid. It is difficult to persuade him to withdraw his troops..."

"But since I got to Wangchuan, I had to do some things no matter what," he sighed and stood up and saluted the Taoist priests, and said to Jiang Qingyun, "Senior sister, I will set out with Junior Brother Wuxi to find the Lijun Light Cavalry. If the Lijun Prefect can listen to what I said to retreat, it would be best. If not... I will die before the army, stop him!"

After saying that, he turned around and strode away regardless of the persuasion of the Taoist priests present.
Chapter completed!