In Xiaowei County, which is only a day's journey from Zhongzhou City, a nobleman's attendant and an ordinary old man have an argument.
There is a jujube tree in front of the old man's house, and the nobleman's house is in the depths of the street where the old man is located, and there is a little obstacle to the entry and exit of the sedan chair, so the nobleman wants to cut down the jujube tree, but this jujube tree was planted by the old man's son, and his son is a Yunqin soldier who has sacrificed his life for the country, and this jujube tree has a unique feeling for the old man, so the old man resolutely refuses to allow it.
There are more and more neighbors watching, and they all think that the nobleman is too unreasonable, and this jujube tree actually does not occupy much space, and it is not really able to get stuck in the sedan chair and cannot pass.
Cutting down this jujube tree will at most make the road look more refreshing and spacious.
The nobleman was in the sedan chair behind the attendant.
He was a slender and white middle-aged man dressed in a precious gauze robe, with a long sword with a bamboo sheath hanging from his waist, the hilt of the sword was like green jade, and there were runes as fine as bamboo leaves.
Listening to the increasingly noisy voice, the slender and white middle-aged man lifted the sedan curtain, dismissed the attendant, and then smiled and apologized to the old man.
The old man did not expect this noble man to be so gentle, and his attitude was completely different from that of those evil servants, so he was a little frightened.
The slender white middle-aged man in luxurious clothes looked at the old man's somewhat frightened gesture in return, and smiled slightly, but he reached out and stroked the jujube tree beside him, "It's a good jujube tree, but it looks a little sick, I'm afraid it was because there was too much rain before, and even the inside was a little rotten." ” With that, his hand left the jujube tree, and he walked back towards his sedan chair.
The tree was still alive until his hand touched it, but just as he turned to leave, it began to shed its leaves.
The leaves fell like rain, some small and dense sounds came from the inside of the branches, and drops of sap poured out of the bark like crystal teardrops.
The leaves fell on the old man's body one after another.
The old man looked at the sap that poured out of the countless tiny cracks in the bark at the same time, and listened to the countless tiny and dense cracking sounds, he understood what was happening, his face became more and more blood-red, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.
The surrounding neighbors also understood what was happening, and many of them let out angry whispered curses at the same time, but looking at the noble man who walked back to the sedan chair leisurely, they could only be angry and could not do anything.
Because that person is a practitioner.
These ordinary Yunqin people were not particularly aware of the situation in the world, but they at least knew that after today's Chun Ji, the originally rare cultivators were almost extinct, and they also vaguely knew that it seemed that only cultivators who had taken refuge in a certain side could be rewarded and become nobles.
Moreover, most of the nobles had left Zhongzhou because of the news spread by some sect members, and were rushing to the easternmost part of the empire.
Looking at the figure of the noble man as if he had done nothing, the sad and inexplicable old man could no longer bear it, and crashed towards the noble man.
An exclamation sounded, and a tragedy was about to happen, but at this moment, a white and chubby hand stretched out and grabbed the old man's hand.
"Let me come."
The owner of this hand said to the old man.
The old man felt as if his strength had disappeared into the mire, and he turned his head to look at the owner of the hand, and the nobleman who was walking towards the sedan chair also sensed something, and turned around faster than him.
A young man of ordinary appearance and short stature stood beside the old man, and his posture seemed to be a little shrunken.
The nobleman was slightly stunned, and a look of mockery immediately appeared on his white face.
"Who am I, Meng Bai, it turned out to be you."
"Fang Zhongyan, you yourself are a dog who sells his friends for glory.
Since it is a dog, you must know how to pick up your tail to be a dog, and dare to come out to bite people" Because he was naturally afraid of heat, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, looking at this nobleman in gorgeous clothes, he said.
The cultivator who chose to surrender to Zhang Ping and become a noble man sneered: "Mengbai, what do you want?"
"You're disgusting enough, and now Ri is so disgusting, so I want to kill you."
Meng Bai straightened up and said slowly.
Fang Zhongyan narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Meng Bai for a moment, and said coldly: "Then you can try." ” The moment he said this, he had already drawn his sword.
His sword light was very fast, and countless bamboo leaf-like sword lights emanated from the sword body, making people almost feel that a bamboo forest was being generated.
It's just that before this bamboo forest fell on Meng Bai's body, a white, chubby hand had reached out in front of him, and this hand was clenched into a fist and smashed on his Adam's apple.
It was only when this hand landed on his Adam's apple that the practitioner felt incredulous and terrified.
In the eyes of this cultivator who was extremely confident in his cultivation, Meng Bai, who was as timid as a mouse, should have fled with his head in fright the moment he drew his sword, but he never thought that Meng Bai would not only make a move, but also that Meng Bai's hand would be so fast.
There was a thud from Peng.
The bamboo forest and bamboo leaves all disappeared, and Fang Zhongyan, a very famous swordsman in Zhongzhou, shattered his throat bones, and his body flew out upside down, falling into the sedan chair he was sitting on, and then crushed the sedan chair, fell to the ground, and died.
All the onlookers and neighbors froze.
In their eyes, Meng Bai has always been a timid and cowardly fat man, and they all look down on Meng Bai a little.
Even at this moment, looking at the fat man who looked a little greasy because of sweating, it was difficult for them to associate Meng Bai with the person who killed Fang Zhongyan with such a quick blow.
The old man also froze.
"The trunk is broken, but the roots may not be broken, and they may be able to grow again."
Meng Bai whispered to him.
The old man came back to his senses, he didn't thank him immediately, but was worried that Meng Bai would suffer bad luck because of this, he said in a trembling voice: "You go quickly." ” "Confession, you dare to do such a thing" Fang Zhongyan's attendants also recovered from their distractions and shouted in horror.
Meng Bai glanced at these shouting attendants, bowed goodbye to the old man, and then walked slowly towards these attendants without saying anything.
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The screaming attendants stopped abruptly, their breathing was frightened, and then let out a cry and ran back desperately.
Meng Bai continued to walk forward, his figure was still not tall in the eyes of everyone, but there was no longer the slightest timidity in his eyes.
He knew that Zhang Ping had already begun to move eastward, and no matter what the final battle between Zhang Ping and Lin Xi was, he no longer needed to pretend to be cowardly.
"You've got to win."
After slowly walking out of this alley, the fat young man, towards the east, waved his fist vigorously, and said in his heart.
At the end of this summer in Yunqin, a huge team was constantly marching towards the eastern part of Yunqin, and as it went, this team became more and more large.
More and more devout believers have joined this eastward marching team, and the devout followers of the Demon King, following the guidance of the Demon King, will enter the Dragon Snake Mountain Range to eradicate the sinners who dare to oppose the Demon King, and receive the Demon King's gifts there.
Many believers who oppose the Demon King have also received guidance from the cultists to eliminate some of the rogues who do all kinds of evil, and under the preaching of some believers, they firmly believe that it is the evil thoughts in the hearts of those rogues that have transformed into the power of the Demon King.
The main body of this team did not have any army, and in the middle were some people in ordinary clothes, but no matter which side of the sect they were, they could see that those people were cultivators.
The thought of so many practitioners walking with them made these believers even more confident and more religious.
Because there was no interference along the way, the team had already exceeded the scale of 100,000, and according to the speed at which believers joined along the way, when they reached the Dragon Snake Mountain Range, they would probably reach the scale of hundreds of thousands.
Of course, these hundreds of thousands only accounted for a very small proportion of Yun Qin's population, only equivalent to the size of a slightly larger mausoleum, but Zhang Ping in the team already felt that it was enough.
As more and more believers with two very different faiths join the team, and end up quarreling, but in fact they all follow his will and act under his control, he feels more and more that this world is foolish and ridiculous.
In any case, these hundreds of thousands of people are all part of Yun Qin who Lin Xi and Qingluan Academy fought for and sacrificed for, and there are countless old and young among them.
Zhang Ping became more and more eager to see if Lin Xi and the people from Qingluan Academy could raise the soul soldiers in their hands in the face of these swarming people.
He really wanted to see the scene when Lin Xi and the people from Qingluan Academy killed these people.
It's just that the speed of such a team naturally can't be fast.
Therefore, not long after Meng Bai killed Fang Zhongyan, several secret notes from Da Mang's side were successively passed to Zhang Ping's hands.
Lin Xi captured Purgatory Mountain, released all the serfs in Purgatory Mountain, expelled all the disciples of Purgatory Mountain, and lost everyone in Purgatory Mountain.
In the face of these contents, Zhang Ping was still calm and indifferent, because this was something he could have foreseen a long time ago.
However, when he saw more of the content described in these secret notes, his mind appeared Lin Xi and Qin Xiyue holding hands and entering the Purgatory Mountain, looking at the scenery of the erupting volcano and the image of the destruction of the face of the demon king that was so important to him, his indifferent face became distorted.
His countenance distorted to an unimaginable degree, his breathing became extremely heavy, and his mouth and nose even erupted many purple-red sparks.
"Lin Xi, what you gave me, I will definitely double it" Countless small sounds pierced through his body, and eventually his hand landed on his liver, spurting out a mouthful of thick black blood.
His black blood fell in the carriage, and in each pool of black blood, there were countless small ripples like maggots writhing, as if worms were really coming out of these black blood
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