The sky and the earth are white, the wind and snow are like knives, the world is miserable, and everything is silent.
It's snowing tonight.
Cao Zheng put his hands behind his back, looked at the sky and the earth covered in white, and said with emotion: "The frost is coming in September, and the world is desolate. I don't know how many mortals will freeze to death in the city tonight."
Mutian City is so big that even monks from the Four Realms need to fly for several days in both directions.
Fortunately, there is a Shenxingzhou in the city as a vehicle, which provides convenience for some monks who are not very advanced.
Lin Qingxuan leaned against the corner of the city, looking at the vast snowy scene in the distance, and said softly: "Don't be too sad. Snowfall in Mutian City in September and October is common. It's just that spring, summer, autumn and winter come every year. They come and go in a hurry.
In a hurry, it’s just a little bit of scenery again.”
Cao Zheng put away his sleeved robe, turned around and took the entire Mutian City into his eyes and said: "According to the current luck, the vicious beast's move south is the general trend. It is the will of heaven and the result of the evolution of the road. There is no way to stop it. There is no way to stop it.
, although there are a steady stream of monks from the Four Continents rushing here, which can delay time, the outcome will not change much. We must pave an escape route for the local monks in the city in advance."
Way out...
For foreign monks, if Mutian City cannot be defended, they can take the Xianjia ferry back to their home state. But where will the local monks in Mutian City go?
This is not only a city, but also the hometown of tens of thousands of local monks.
There are tens of thousands of people, most of whom are juniors with low levels of education. These people can't let this muddy city pass down the road.
Who dies and who lives is both a choice and a human nature.
Cao Zheng spread his consciousness and looked around for ten miles, and saw a thin child huddled in the snow, breathing gradually.
He used his Yin spirit to travel far away, came to the child's side, pointed his fingers between his eyebrows, and injected a little spiritual energy to promote the circulation of blood in his body.
After a while, the child woke up faintly and saw Cao Zheng, his face full of confusion.
Cao Zheng spread out his robe, holding a chicken leg in his hand, and said softly: "Would you like to eat?"
The boy swallowed and nodded heavily, even though the chicken drumstick in front of him was already cold.
Cao Zheng smiled and lifted the boy up, put the chicken legs into his hands, and said, "Let's find a warmer place to spend the night."
The boy waved his hand and thanked Cao Zheng.
Cao Zheng's chest rose and fell, he exhaled a breath of thick air, looked at Lin Qingxuan suspended in the air, and said: "How are these children?"
Lin Qingxuan was also in a wandering state. He looked at the boy's walking figure and responded: "How?"
"You know what I'm asking." Cao Zheng became serious.
Lin Qingxuan's eyelids were slightly raised, and his body fell to the ground lightly, saying: "I only recognize people who are cultivators with spiritual roots. As for these mortals, I don't care about them."
An expected answer.
Lin Qingxuan has been in charge of Mutian City for thousands of years and has never lived for a mortal.
How can a person in a high position think about ordinary people when he looks down at the world below like an ant?
Being able to let those mortal children go to the city to touch the corpses is already a great merit.
Cao Zheng put his hands in his sleeves and said lightly, "If the old swordsman is worried about the local monks in Mutian City, he might as well make a deal with the sects in the Rouge Kingdom. Now there is a small Mutian City in Jinling in the Rouge Kingdom.
We have built a replica of the Flying Sword Tower. If these ten thousand monks have nowhere to go, they can discuss it with my granddaughter."
"Lin Yanli?"
"Um."
There were more emotions in Lin Qingxuan's eyes.
He had some plans for Lin Yanli, but when Cao Zheng mentioned it, he was a little surprised.
The breeze on Cao Zheng's sleeves picked up snowflakes, and he grinned slightly, "She is very different from you. Don't imagine that she will become you. Even if she becomes a sword holder, she will not lose your compassion."
Lin Qingxuan snorted softly: "With so many people, can they be saved?"
"Be careful about the present, think deeply about the past, and look forward to the future, so that you have a clear conscience."
…
In the sea of consciousness.
Lin Yanli didn't know how many times he was blown away by Jiang Eli.
Jiang Elli neither used a sword nor any spells, but only used fists and kicks. As a swordsman, Lin Yanli had no power to fight back in front of Jiang Elli, and every move was full of danger.
The most terrifying thing is that Jiang Erli has locked up his own cultivation and is in the same situation as Lin Yanli.
My body can't keep up and I can't see clearly with my eyes.
In the sea of spiritual consciousness, one cannot use the "mind's eye" and cannot use the powerful spiritual consciousness that Lin Yanli inherited from Jiang Wanli.
Only then did Lin Yanli realize how weak he was.
Without divine consciousness, she might have been beheaded by Yuquan within a hundred moves if she had discussed swordplay with Yuquan that day.
Without "mind", Shen Qiao could knock out all her teeth in fifty strokes.
In the final analysis, most of her strength was inherited from Jiang Wanli, and she rarely had her own enlightenment and training.
Lin Yanli's eyes were bloodshot, she bit her lips, looking at the blood-colored demonic energy surrounding her body. With a slight movement of her mind, she summoned Haoran's righteous energy to turn into a sword, and used the sword's energy to patrol the surroundings, acting as a substitute for divine consciousness.
"A very smart little girl, but it's useless."
Jiang Erli's figure was like the breeze from heaven and earth, floating erratically in the air. From time to time, he would appear behind Lin Yanli and punch him away.
The pair of red embroidered shoes she was wearing had never been replaced. The eight-petal red plum blossoms on the embroidered shoes were picked up under Lin Yanli's chin. She grabbed Lin Yanli's bun with both hands and slammed her head to the ground.
Lin Yanli had a nosebleed and seven or eight of his silver teeth were broken. He lay in the pit and groaned.
Jiang Eli looked at Jiang Wanli in white clothes and asked, "Did I strike too hard?"
Jiang Wanli shook his head, "Just right."
With Jiang Wanli's permission, Jiang Wanli laughed happily.
Having been imprisoned in the sea of consciousness by Lin Yanli all this time, she had long been filled with anger. Beating Lin Yanli up like this was too satisfying.
Who does this damn girl think she is? Do you really think she has the ability to control her?
If it weren't for the kindness facing the little girl, Lin Yanli would never get out every time he entered the sea of consciousness.
Jiang Erli stepped on Lin Yanli's body with one foot, squatted down, grabbed her hair, and banged Lin Yanli's head against the ground.
"Don't you want to beat up your physical body? Don't you want to ask me about the sword? I'll let you beat it up enough today."
Jiang Eli heard Lin Yanli muttering some words in a low voice, and slowly leaned closer. She smiled. It turned out that it was the little girl scolding her.
This girl is not tough, but her mouth is terrifyingly tough. Most people would have begged for mercy long ago after being beaten like this.
But this is good, she can also throw two more punches, otherwise she will be like a flower shelf and fall apart after a few punches. What's the fun?
Jiang Eli pulled away, letting Lin Yanli get up from the ground, and said sarcastically: "I think you are also a waste, you only have more spiritual roots than Li Shang, this spiritual root is really blind.
, if I find you and take root, even if I find it in a dog, I'm afraid it will be better than you!"