The Fulong River is turbulent, and the endless water flows southward day and night.
It seems like tens of millions of years have passed.
Heaven and earth are unkind, just like the rivers.
He will not stop for the countless grieving souls weeping blood by the river, nor will he stop for the wild beasts that died in the battle.
On a hill somewhere east of the Fubo River, more than twenty Wangchuan Sword Cultivators gathered together, each of them looking extremely ugly. Some of them with hotter tempers had already lost the restraint of cultivators and became as angry as a male.
Lion, when you argue with others, your face will turn red!
I saw a dark-faced man with thick beard and hair in the field, pointing at the forehead of a long-bearded veteran and cursing, "Niu Dexin, if you old boy is scared, go to Yicheng, I will lead people to the east of Fubo River to eliminate
Monster! Naturally, some of my Wangchuan Sword Cultivators are still bloody and have not forgotten Master’s teachings. The worst that can happen is that they will be martyred, and I will die west of the Fubo River!!"
He was so angry that his words were a little garbled, and he was obviously not a good talker.
The long-bearded old man who was pointed at his forehead looked a little pale, but the anger in his eyebrows was still unabated. He stared coldly at the black-faced man's index finger and said lightly, "Zhang Biao, are you willing to go west of the Fubo River?"
If you want to die, go quickly, no one will stop you, but if you want to take a fellow student to die with you, I, Niu Dexin, will kill you today even if I risk my life!"
"That's enough!" A middle-aged man who looked somewhat similar to the old Taoist Changxu but looked much younger opened his eyes, raised his thick eyebrows and angrily shouted at the old Taoist Changxu, "They are all my teachers.
Brother, what nonsense are you talking about!" He turned to look at the black-faced man and reprimanded, "A brave man dares to speak of Master's teachings, and this is Master's way?!"
The two of them immediately did not dare to speak, but the anger they had bottled up in their chests had no place to vent, and their faces were red from holding it back.
Sitting cross-legged next to the middle-aged man was Wangchuan Jianxiu Jiang Qingyun, who had saved the lives of Qin Wansong and his party in the Fubo Mountains. Her face turned 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, "I thought you could come up with some fantastic ideas, but that's all. Why don't you rush up and fight with the monsters?"
Well, I just retreat to Yicheng and wait and see for the time being. Is Wangchuan Sword Cultivator really all idiots who have damaged their brains as a result of cultivating Taoism as the outside world says?!"
All the Taoist priests bowed their heads after hearing this. One of the few Taoist priests who could keep calm leaned forward slightly and opened his mouth to say something. After looking at the faces of Jiang Qingyun and the two people around her, he finished his words.
Swallowed it back.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Qingyun was a sharp-eyed person. When she saw his appearance, she immediately lost her temper and scolded, "Qin Wansong, you are now a great monk who has been promoted to the Sixth Realm. How do you look so timid? If you have anything to say, just
Just say it!"
The person who was scolded was none other than the ferocious-looking Taoist Qin Wansong. Hearing what Jiang Qingyun said, his already ugly face became even more ugly. He squeezed out a smile and hesitated, "Sister, please don't be angry. Wan Song has a suggestion."
He looked around and saw the Taoist priests looking at him, then straightened his body and said, "The Nanyi Monster Clan who used the Fubo Mountains to smuggle in this time are not just a few strong monsters, but a large number of low-level monsters."
We have driven away the beast army together, and it is impossible for monks like us to resist it alone, let alone protect the people. If we want to truly solve the problem, we must unite our human army."
Jiang Qingyun thoughtfully interrupted Qin Wansong and asked, "I once heard you mention that you have an old relationship with the prefect of Li County?"
This sentence caused everyone present to look at Qin Wansong. Even the two men who were sitting next to Jiang Qingyun with their eyes closed opened their eyes and looked over.
Qin Wansong smiled bitterly and said, "Exactly, when the current prefect of Lijun was still a young master, he was held hostage in Zhongjing City, and Junior Brother Wuxi and I escorted him back home."
Jiang Qingyun nodded and then frowned slightly and said, "When we were waiting for the relocated people to flee last night, I asked Junior Brother Chang to secretly go north. I wanted him to see the Yongchang County Governor to inform him of the changes in the Fubo Mountains and persuade him to go south as soon as possible.
He came back, but he came back not long after leaving..." She looked at Qin Wansong and said expressionlessly, "The governor of Yongchang County sent a hundred thousand troops to the north and was defeated in the south. Now the main army has reached the north of Yicheng.
Two hundred miles away, and less than ten miles away from Yongchang’s main army is the... Lijun Qingqi!"
All the Taoist priests looked at each other in shock, and even Qin Wansong himself was dumbfounded. "When we entered the mountain, the governor of Yongchang County had not yet sent troops to the north, 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 had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and his face was white and beardless. After hearing Qin Wansong's words, he couldn't help but shake his head and said, "Yes, five thousand Lijun Qingqi are driving tens of thousands of Yongchang County's elite infantry."
Fleeing south is really..."
Jiang Qingyun ignored the conversation between the two and watched Qin Wansong continue his topic, "The main army of Yongchang County has returned to the south. Judging from the current situation, it is a good thing. The Nanyi troops are now about to approach Yicheng. This number
An elite army of ten thousand people can just resist the demon clan. With us, we can fight against the demon clan even if they come fiercely. But the problem is whether the Lijun prefect... is willing to put aside the feud between the two families for the time being.
The grievances between the feudal lords and the various wars between the princes...withdraw the troops for the time being!!"
Qin Wansong frowned slightly and said nothing.
On the other side, the old Taoist with a long beard said, "The demon tribe is attacking. Even if the Yongchang County Governor's defeated army returning south can withstand it, it will be very difficult. If the Li County Governor wants to take advantage of this opportunity to march south, it will be very difficult."
Maybe he just took advantage of it and captured Yicheng in one fell swoop. Even if the young governor of Li County is willing to give up such an opportunity under the righteousness of the human race," he sighed and looked at the crowd, "but after all the trouble last night, we all know it.
The whole world now knows that article, saying that the hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable. Even if Junior Brother Qin has a close relationship with him, how can he be persuaded to do such a thing..."
All the Taoist priests were speechless.
Jiang Qingyun still stared at Qin Wansong and said, "Wansong, what do you think...?"
Qin Wansong said solemnly, "To be honest with senior sister, Wan Song originally just thought that if the prefect of Yongchang County could fight against the monsters without losing with our help, I could persuade the prefect of Li County to agree to send troops to Uehara and leave Li.
Jun Gudao might be able to make a successful attack on the demon clan by attacking them from behind. Luo Chuan, as a person who cares about the human race, should agree, but unexpectedly the current situation is so unexpected... He is a very emotional person, and this killing
My father's revenge is about to be avenged, so it's not easy to persuade him to retreat..."
"But now that we have gone to Wangchuan, there are some things that we have to do no matter what." He sighed, stood up, bowed to the Taoist priests, and said to Jiang Qingyun, "Sister, I will set off with Junior Brother Wuxi now.
Looking for the Lijun Qingqi, if the Lijun Prefect can listen to what I and I say, it would be best to retreat. If not... I will fight to the death before the army to stop him!"
After saying that, he ignored the dissuasion of all the Taoist priests present and turned around and strode away.
Jiang Qingyun was left sitting there, clenching her teeth, raising her head, and slowly closing her eyes...