The bugle was whining, and under the command of several battle flags on high places, the Yunqin army that surrounded the painter was also making rapid adjustments. Several cavalry troops began to move quickly through the surrounding streets and alleys.
interspersed.
Suddenly, a military observation guard's pupils shrank, and he was the first to understand the painter's intention of rushing towards that direction.
He saw three ragged children.
The streets and alleys themselves are about to be demolished, and the residents have already moved out... Even if ordinary people's children appear here to play, their clothes will not be so tattered.
So these should be three homeless little beggars who temporarily use this place to shelter from the wind and rain.
Although Yunqin is strong and the vast majority of people are well-fed and can afford white rice and noodles, this is still only the vast majority of people. Some poor families have suffered some accidents, especially those who have no labor and can earn wages to support themselves.
, and can only be reduced to a beggar begging on the street.
The eldest of the three little beggars is only about ten years old, a girl, and the other two boys are only seven or eight years old at most. They look like a sister and two younger brothers. These three little beggars
The beggar must have heard the thunderous drums and the continuous explosions not far away. However, he may not know what happened, he may be frightened, or he may feel that huddled in the corner of the alley without moving is the safest way.
. So at this moment, these three little beggars are like three poor puppies, huddled together and shivering.
The painter glanced at the three children.
The time from when he killed Su Zhongwen to now is actually very short, not long, but the clothes on his body are already covered with many tears, and even his skin has several wounds that are oozing with blood.
In particular, his shoulder was hit by a crossbow arrow, leaving a bloody hole.
But the colorful mask on his face was still intact. The violent breathing spurted out from the nostrils of the face, forming two white airflows that kept expanding and contracting, and even made some harsh whistling noises, making his
It looks even more terrifying.
Under the mask, the painter's face was frightened and pale, with sweat flowing like syrup. But when he saw the three little beggars who finally appeared in sight, the fear on his face instantly turned into a ferocious one.
The few soul power in his body continued to erupt violently. His whole body just rose and fell, and he stepped on half of the roof, jumped down, and landed next to the three little beggars, and stopped.
.
The bugle continues.
One after another, the sergeants formed a stream of iron and rushed out of the streets and houses. However, when they saw that the painter had stopped and saw the scene in front of them clearly, the steps of these sergeants suddenly slowed down and stopped.
Come down.
Suddenly, the streets and alleys that were once filled with loud noises of murder suddenly became silent.
In all directions, some houses were even completely demolished by the cavalry with wood. More sergeants gathered. In just a few breaths, the painter was already densely packed with black-armored sergeants, forming a huge encirclement.
However, none of the soldiers entered the area twenty steps away from the painter.
Because seeing these Yunqin soldiers pouring into the airtight surroundings like iron currents, the painter just made a simple action. He just put a hook sickle in his hand on the man who was so frightened that he even forgot to cry.
On the little girl's neck, and then with a little force, some blood marks were drawn on the little girl's neck.
"Let her go! You can even kill such a small child!"
A school official squeezed to the front and yelled angrily at the painter.
"I can let her go, but who will let me go?"
The painter looked at the angry school official indifferently, "Either let me and all of us go, or let them die with me."
"You...you can be considered a Yunqin cultivator..." The school officer was so angry that his whole body was shaking, and he couldn't say anything more for a moment.
The artist mocked himself coldly: "No matter how powerful a practitioner is, what does he mean in front of the army?"
There was the sound of roaring gold and iron, and all the black-armored sergeants in the front row gritted their teeth and turned their heads. They knew that Li Anting and some heavy-armored sergeants should have arrived.
Li Anting, coughing deeply, appeared at the forefront.
"You should know that it is absolutely impossible for you to walk out of here alive today. Because if you let you out, everyone knows that more people will die in your hands."
Li Anting looked into the painter's eyes angrily and fiercely, and said in a cold voice: "It makes no sense at all for you to do such a thing."
"You are right. If you let me out today, I may kill more people in the future, and maybe more soldiers will die in the next siege against me." The painter nodded, and came out from under the mask.
He laughed coldly, "Three small lives seem to be incomparable to the lives of many soldiers loyal to the empire... In that case, why don't you ask your subordinates to take action? What are you waiting for?"
"You are just an ordinary practitioner, so you still don't understand our Yunqin soldiers, the Yunqin army."
Li Anting was silent for a moment, then looked at the painter and spoke slowly.
"As soldiers, for the sake of victory, we can sometimes give up many things. For the sake of victory, we can give up our own lives... We can even let many comrades die. Sometimes, we will abandon human nature."
"If I were to fight you alone, I would be just an ordinary practitioner. Faced with a situation like this, I would let you go. But I am a Yunqin soldier...in order to prevent you from causing more harm to the empire.
You are in harm's way, I must kill you today, this is my duty, this is the sacrifice I must bear."
Hearing Li Anting's two not loud, but extremely firm words, the painter's face under the mottled mask instantly changed from ferocious to pale, and his hands began to tremble uncontrollably. The sharp blade was also on the little girl.
His neck was trembling. He could hear the anger and determination in Li Anting's words, and he also knew that what Li Anting said was serious. Today, I am afraid that no matter what, he would not be able to leave here alive.
"If that's the case, then what are you waiting for?" His mind was trembling, and he shouted in a sharp voice.
"I'm waiting for you to regain some humanity."
Li Anting looked at the painter and said in a deep voice: "I always think that everyone, even Yun Qin felons, is at least a human being and has some humanity. Let these children go, and I promise you, I will give you a decent death."
Law."
The painter didn't say anything immediately.
His whole body was trembling, sweat broke out all over his body, and big beads of sweat fell from his mask drop by drop.
All the soldiers were waiting with bated breath, waiting for the practitioner to let go of the three children.
"I'm afraid you won't be able to wait for the result you want."
However, what made them all shiver was that the painter suddenly raised his head and laughed loudly, "I want to give it a last try to see if you can really watch these three children die."
Hearing these words from the painter, Li Anting's complexion suddenly turned white.
However, the painter didn't stop. The hooked sickle in his hand retreated slightly, and then slashed hard towards the girl's neck.
…
Lin Xi's hands and feet became a little cold and stiff.
After the painter stopped, he also saw the three little beggars clearly and knew that although his plan was perfect, there were still some accidents that were not dependent on his will.
In his opinion, painters deserve to die, and now that painters can do such things, they deserve to die even more.
However, he didn't want these three little beggars to die.
Next, if you use the ability to go back to the past, and if you try to help the army kill the painter early, he may be discovered by the army and cause a lot of trouble.
But he seemed to have no choice.
However, at this moment, what shocked his body slightly was that the place he had been staring at had strange changes.
…
Lin Xi didn't know that near this street, who had been quietly overlooking the battle between the Yunqin army and the powerful practitioners from the very beginning, there was another person who came from the distant Mang and arrived in the world's most powerful city.
Zhongzhou City, and the fugitives who had just arrived in Qingyuan City, Zhantai Qiantang.
After seeing Zhongzhou City, which he had dreamed of seeing since childhood, Zhantai Qiantang experienced a rare confusion in his life in the city. Then with nowhere to go, he decided to follow his inner impulse and want to see the great virtue.
Xiang's shopkeeper.
Zhantai Qiantang heard that Da Dexiang's shopkeeper was in Qingyuan City, so he came to Qingyuan City.
Lin Xi didn't know that just last night when it started to rain coldly in Qingyuan City and the painter was preparing to enter the Lingering Garden, Zhantai Qiantang also wanted to take advantage of the night to see Chen Feirong directly.
Because in Zhantai Qiantang's view, those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters. If he is a truly extraordinary person, it can be seen in a few conversations. Maybe he can stay in Da Dexiang, and maybe Da Dexiang can be the key to his restoration in the future.
Help.
But he arrived a little late, so in addition to seeing the wildly running carriage leaving in the rain, he also found the man who was confused and confused because of Chen Feirong's departure.
painter.
He didn't know the identity of the painter, but he felt that the painter didn't seem to have any good intentions towards Chen Feirong, so he began to secretly stare at the painter.
In Zhantai Qiantang's eyes, this might be an opportunity for him to get close to Chen Feirong.
However, he did not expect that a sudden battle would break out inexplicably in this street.
Although Zhantai Qiantang has seen many descriptions of how powerful the Yunqin army is in books, this is the first time he has seen the Yunqin army fighting practitioners with his own eyes. Such a battle is naturally more reference for him.
value, it is more necessary to understand.
When he noticed that the painter was approaching the three little beggars, he had already realized the painter's intention earlier than anyone else.
From that moment on, the painful torture and struggle began in his heart.
He didn't know that a practitioner like Lin Xi existed in this scene. He just knew that he could stop the painter's inhumane behavior.
He didn't want those three poor little beggars to die... However, these were three ordinary Yunqin children.
However, he carries a country on his back.
Taking action under such circumstances... will definitely cause a lot of trouble, even fatal consequences.
Three children from a foreign country, even an enemy country, and the sacrifices and only hope of many people. Compared with one country, this does not seem to be a difficult choice at all.
The sweat from Zhantai Qiantang also wetted his cotton shirt.
However, in the end, Zhantai Qiantang was still the same as when he was in Zhongzhou Imperial City. He decided to be loyal to the voice deepest in his heart, and he decided to... take action.
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