Takesheng was in no hurry to catch up with the team.
It wasn't her team either.
She believed in the horse's reins and let the horse go by herself.
The horses were well trained, and without the need for a knight's urging, they trotted awkwardly to their homes.
On the way, she also met people who had fallen behind, and when they saw her, they were like ghosts.
When Zhusheng saw that he was fleeing for his life and still took the old and weak women and children with him, he divided the horses and told them clearly that this was a military horse, and if they dared to ride, they would give it to them.
Some people refused in horror, and some people hesitated and thanked them.
Looking at her gaze, it is complicated and indescribable.
It's really the same rice, a hundred kinds of people.
She let those who had got their horses go first, and she kept her speed behind.
Sure enough, on the third day, I encountered a group of generals' soldiers.
Those people drew their swords because they saw a string of military horses led by her behind her horse, and they didn't even have time to covet her appearance.
During the fight, Takesheng slashed and killed one, and the rest turned around and ran away when they saw that the situation was not good.
Zhusheng collected the green blade and did not chase it.
The green blade is in the sheath, and it seems to be unwilling.
These magic weapons are truly magical, and they carry spirituality from birth.
Maybe one day, you will really be able to raise a machine spirit.
In Zhusheng's heart, he couldn't help but have expectations, and he treated the green blade like a child.
Hold your horses.
She said to it, sooner or later, you will show your edge.
The blood of vain killing does not make you and me stronger.
I don't kill for the sake of killing, I kill for the sake of killing.
Thy blade slash at the strong.
And not the back of a fugitive.
She tried to convey her thoughts to the Green Blade with her divine sense.
But Green Blade is not like Ash after all, I don't know if I heard her, if I understood her.
The Green Blade is a good knife.
Although it is modeled after the magic sword, it should never be similar to the sword.
Pity it for its suffocation and recognize her as the master.
Takesheng is actually very eager to one day be able to hold the green blade in his hand and exert its true power.
At least this desire is in line with the Green Blade.
The road was very desolate, with no post stations or village houses.
Either the troubled times have been around for a long time, the population is sparse, or the level of productivity is really too low.
When she slept in the open at night, she took out the strong bow she had taken from the lieutenant and wiped it.
She tried to pull the bowstring, and it was not difficult for her to pull the bow.
But she also took the bows of the other men.
In comparison, those bows were much lighter.
It can be seen that this bow is not something that anyone can draw.
She tried to shoot an arrow into the clearing.
She had never played with a bow or arrow before, and the arrow flew far but had no head.
She only smiled, and put the bow and arrows back into her arm.
She didn't pull away the enemy's blades because she was interested or greedy for money, but because she realized that this was a cold-weapon civilization with a low level of productivity.
Even if she has 10,000 taels of gold in her arm, she may not be able to buy a coarse dough cake.
In such a place, material is more important than gold and silver.
She was silent for a while, silently reading the exercises the fox had given her, and trying to memorize the glyphs of those words.
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Then the divine consciousness withdrew, took out the words and words, and flipped through them to find them.
There are a lot of ancient words in that exercise, and even if you check the words of a whole sentence and clarify the meaning of the words, after connecting them into sentences, they are still in the clouds and are extremely obscure.
Ling Zhusheng was very helpless.
Obviously, she has read many exercises in Chong Xin and Chong Yu, which is not like this at all.
Perhaps, it's because of the relationship between demons.
This kind of thing, probably only in Lianyang Peak, only Chong Xin, can explain it to her.
The books he often reads are also full of ancient characters.
Zhusheng didn't question whether she could cultivate the Demon Dao.
Qingjun didn't have to lie to her.
Even, when he squatted beside her and asked her to cultivate the demon path, she clearly saw a look of expectation in his eyes.
That,It's said to be the strongest in the Demon Domain.。
Later, on the way to the boundary gate, she listened to Catwoman's chatter, repeatedly mentioning "Nanjun" and "Beijun", and later realized that it should be the "Northern and Southern Demon King" that Ash had also mentioned.
If, according to Catwoman, even the Northern Demon King is folded in his hands, he is the only powerhouse in the Demon Domain.
With such a he, why is there any need to deceive her in the matter of exercises?
Takesheng also asked Catwoman and the guards on the way.
The demon clan really has no spiritual aura.
This kind of thing is unique to the human race.
The demon clan and the spirit clan are all gone.
The spirit race is different from the demon race and the human race, and there is no need to think about it.
In terms of the demon clan alone, there is no spiritual sense, but there is divine sense, and this situation is indeed very similar to Zhusheng.
But if it is based on this alone, it is said that she can cultivate the demon path.
Zhusheng felt that the fox was thinking too simply.
The fox's brain is obviously a bit problematic, and it is not necessary to believe it, but it is also not possible to believe it all.
Of course, Zhusheng will not give up even the slightest hope of cultivation.
She will naturally practice this exercise.
But first, she had to find a way to find a teacher and give her the meaning of the words first.
Zhusheng put away the words and words, lay down on the felt and his clothes, and repeatedly recited the part of the exercise that had been consulted in his heart.
Slowly fell asleep.
The next day, I got up with the morning sun, packed up and washed, and went on the road.
She rode a military horse, and she had no luggage, and she was extremely light.
The speed of travel is actually faster than others.
Although there was a slight delay on the road, when I saw those landmark hills and found the water source, it was only an hour later than Mr.
Fan Da and others.
There was even a glimmer of light on the horizon, and it wasn't yet completely dark.
But it was really late.
The evening wind blows, in addition to bringing the fragrance of the grass and trees by the waterside, it also brings a strong smell of blood.
The horses were restless.
Zhusheng's gaze condensed slightly, and his divine sense instantly probed over.
What she saw and felt made her pupils shrink suddenly, and she violently cut off the reins of the other horses tied to the saddle, and with a clamp between her legs, the healthy horse under her crotch had let go of all four hooves, and galloped towards the water's edge in the forest Takesheng's hand has grasped the hilt of the green blade.
Don't you want to kill people, you want to see blood Let you see, this is the person who should be killed, the blood that should be shed If you shouldn't kill it, I won't let you kill indiscriminately.
I will not stop you.
Your sharpness should have been used here.
Who to kill, how much to kill, is never the responsibility of the knife, only the person holding the knife.
So, follow me The bamboo reins were raised, and the longitudinal horse crossed the stream and rushed to the water's edge.
The green blade is out of its sheath It wasn't yet dark, and the men had already lit their torches.
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They are the ones who put the finishing touches on it.
It's too close to their stockade, and if so many corpses are not collected, it will attract wolves, and wolves will be raised.
Wolves litter by litter, and it is they who will be in trouble when the time comes.
They were ordered to bury the body.
There are not many of them, seven or eight, and they work together.
Several were digging pits, others were searching for bodies.
The large and soft items on the bright side have been looted, but there will always be some omissions, which will become the welfare of those who are responsible for sweeping the tail.
"Spare your life" The dying plea of an old man who had been stabbed several times, but was not yet dead.
The man with the knife unceremoniously wiped his neck.
The old man's eyes bulged out, blood gushed from his throat, and he couldn't speak, so he died.
The man with the knife pinched the old man's whole body from the bun to the soles of his feet.
When I pinched it under my crotch, I felt a hard object.
"There are goods," he said.
The people next to him also came over.
They cut the crotch of the old man's pants with knives, and took out two gold bars from his dirty pants, and immediately smiled.
"Put it away and divide it together later" A man who was digging a pit said, turned his head, and suddenly became angry, "Ma Er, what are you doing?"
Ma Lao Er unbuttoned his pants and was carrying the two bare legs of a female corpse.
Hearing the sound of panting, he smiled and said, "This is still hot, I'll be happy first." ” The man who dug the pit said angrily: "What is there to be a dead man to be happy in the stockade, and there is no life to roll to work, and then give Lao Tzu laziness, cut your handle" Ma Lao Er gasped: "Just come, just come."
"There was a great uphea, and I ascended to bliss.
I closed my eyes and twitched a few times, and when I opened my eyes and wanted to breathe, I suddenly screamed and the sound stopped abruptly The man who dug the pit heard his strange scream, and said angrily: "Throw it away, lose it, what is the ghost called" As soon as he turned his head, he suddenly froze on the ground Ma Lao Er knelt on the ground, still carrying the dead woman's legs on his shoulders, but his own good head rolled to the ground.
The neck that lost its head and blood gushed out The digger wanted to scream, but there were shadows in front of him.
The horse fell from the sky, and the green blade reflected his vision like jade.
As soon as my neck was cold, the world suddenly spun and turned upside down Bamboo was born too late.
These people have already swept the end, and everything that should be mended has been mended.
Takesheng walked around the corpse.
A few days ago, many people died in the procession, and many people fell behind on the road, and some people abandoned their original direction of travel and went in other directions.
At this point, only a few dozen people remained.
It is dominated by several wealthy families from the same township as Mr.
Fan Da.
The men were all dead, and the wagons and animals were gone.
Zhusheng looked around, but didn't see the Fan family.
I don't know if I escaped, or Zhusheng was silent for a while, and then put the knife into the sheath.
Take the reins and get ready to leave.
Somewhere there was a sudden soft noise.
Zhu Sheng turned his head and strode over, picking up a face-down corpse.
Underneath the corpse was a small ditch, and in the ditch was a child with a face and hands covered in blood.
"The king spares his life, the king spares his life," the boy said as he cried and trembled.
Zhusheng looked at him for a moment, then bent down to lift him out of the ditch.
The child stood on the ground, only a head shorter than her, and looked like he was eight or nine years old. was pulled up, still frightened, whining and crying.
When he raised his eyes and saw that there were no more living people around, he was surprised: "Sister, you killed all the strongmen, you are so powerful" Zhusheng looked at him and asked, "Are there any living people?"
Her eyes were calm and flat, which made the boy's heart burst out, and he cried, "Many women have been snatched away" Takesheng asked, "Where did you go?"
The boy pointed in a direction.
Zhusheng took a torch and turned over on his horse.
The boy hurriedly hugged her leg and said, "Sister, don't leave me here alone" Takeiichi leaned over and grabbed the boy's shoulders.
The boy only felt as if his shoulders were clamped by iron tongs, and as soon as his body was light, he was pulled onto the horse and sat down in front of Zhusheng.
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"I see them going this way," he said, pointing in the direction.
"Take it."
Takesheng shoved the torch into his hand, pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, and went in the direction he said.
Xu is the torch is a little heavy.
The boy held the torch diagonally, and Takebu could feel his arm stiff.
He also changed hands a few times along the way.
It was completely dark.
The distance that the torches could illuminate was limited, and farther ahead was pitch black for the boy.
Zhusheng has actually been letting go of his divine sense, and the road ahead is clear.
After walking for a while, she suddenly clamped her legs between the horse's belly and sped up.
The boy was caught off guard, fell backwards by inertia, and leaned into Zhusheng's arms.
He hurriedly got up and sat down.
In my ears, I suddenly heard a faint cry.
Where did the cry come from in this dark night?
At first the boy suspected that he had misheard, but as the horse galloped, the cry became louder.
It's a man's voice, and it's supposed to be young.
Crying in extreme despair and sadness.
The horse galloped over, and without stopping, Zhusheng jumped off the horse directly.
The boy was so frightened that he hurriedly held the torch in one hand and the reins in the other.
Turning his head, there was a man crawling on the ground, not two men.
Ah Cheng is so big, he has never cried like this.
At this time, my heart was already desperate to the extreme.
Obviously, they have all reached the realm of King Wuling.
King Wuling is benevolent to the people and has always had a good name.
His rule is said to be very stable.
How did he enter Wuling, and he was looted by bandits, and even under the rule of King Wuling, was it like this?
Mr.
Fan Da was suspicious from the moment he entered Wuling, saying that he seemed to hear a whistle.
No one cared.
Mr.
Fan Da couldn't, so he had to ask his family not to leave the mule cart while they were resting.
When the whistle sounded and the robbers rolled in, he and his sister were going to talk to Lingniang, and the gentleman didn't want to push the two of them into the car and run away in the mule cart.
How could a mule cart match the speed of a horse, and how could they be overtaken by so many people on board.
He was chopped under the cart and one leg was trampled off by a horse's hoof.
When the steel knife fell, the gentleman, who was also cut off from the car, rushed over and hugged him By the time he woke up, he was covered in blood and dying.
"Ling Niang Yingniang" he said, "Qiao Niang" Ah Cheng understood what he meant.
They are all men, and they all know what happens when a woman is snatched away.
They must be saved He could not leave the dying gentleman behind, so he could only carry him on his back and crawl on the ground with his broken legs following the horse's hoof prints.
He climbed for I don't know how long.
It was as dark as ink, and I couldn't see the horse's hooves.
The gentleman's body was getting heavier, his legs were hurting more and more, and his head was getting dizzy.
But he could neither abandon his husband nor his sister.
He could only keep crawling.
But he knew in his heart that he couldn't save anyone.
No one can save it This realization overwhelmed the rich young master's ability to bear it.
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He struggled to crawl and wept bitterly.
I cried in despair.
He was a handsome young man with clear eyebrows, and he cried tears and snot mixed with blood and mud.
When Zhusheng saw him, he didn't recognize him as the silk-shirted boy riding a black donkey on the road.
But Zhusheng's appearance is unforgettable, and the young man suddenly saw the fire in despair, and when he saw Zhusheng, he was like a drowning man grasping the last straw.
"Girl," he cried out, "you go and save my sister, my sister and Lingniang" "No, no," he said incoherently, "you save Mr. first, Mr. is going to die, he's going to die" Zhusheng put Mr.
Fan Da off Ah Cheng's back and probed his snort and neck veins.
Mr.
Fan's face was ashen, and he was not far from death.
Fortunately, he didn't die in one breath.
Zhusheng took out a jade bottle from his "arms" and poured out a rejuvenation pill.
She felt two people, and all four eyes fell on her.
She paused, crushed the pill, pinched a slightly larger piece, and stuffed it into Mr.
Fan's mouth.
A small piece, although it did not make Mr.
Fan Da immediately develop muscles and bones, but it also made his face ruddy again.
The depths of his wound had actually begun to heal immediately.
However, the trauma has not completely disappeared.
The wound was mixed with blood and cement, and it still looked horrible, but in fact it was no longer life-threatening.
She pinched a small piece and stuffed it into Ah Cheng's mouth.
Ah Cheng swallowed it in a daze.
The fractured part of the leg began to itch inexplicably, but the pain quickly subsided.
Zhusheng poured the remaining scraps back into the bottle and put it away, telling Ah Cheng: "Take care of him."
I'm going to chase Ling Niang. ” With that, he turned over and got on his horse.
The boy sat on the horse, only to see Zhusheng squatting on the ground and tinkering with something, and then ignored the two men and turned over on the horse.
His body stiffened, and he followed Zhusheng with trepidation to chase the horse's hoof tracks.
Behind him, the boy's cry could be heard.
After despair, he was met with a glimmer of hope, and he cried bitterly, crying about his powerlessness and incompetence.
Zhusheng galloped for a moment, and suddenly reined in his horse.
The boy was a little prepared this time, clutching the horse's mane and not falling backwards.
The man behind him had already jumped off his horse.
What happened again this time?
He leaned over with a torch.
On the ground, there were the bodies of children.
Takebu stiffly flipped the child over.
That face still has baby fat, and Xiao Douding, who is obviously five or six years old, speaks like a master.
The time spent together is short, but he is a silent but lovely child.
It was the child of Mr.
Fan Da's family.
The cute boy was trampled by the horse's hooves and died a terrible death.
The boy saw the girl gritting her teeth.
He didn't know that women who had been mothers were the most unbearable to see their children suffering the most.
Not to mention such a tragic death.
Zhusheng squatted down and picked up the child's body, not disgusted with the dirt and flesh, held the child in his arms, and closed his eyes with his hand.
Immediately the boy blinked at her.
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She turned around and carried the child behind the tree, and then turned out again, and there was no body of the child in her arms.
She quickly turned on her horse and kicked the horse in the belly, and the horse galloped again.
Zhusheng chased the horse's hoof traces, and the terrain gradually rose.
There are no steep mountains here, but there are many hills.
The mountain is low and gentle.
The mountain road winds up, and after a few turns.
The boy suddenly spoke: "Sister, look" Zhusheng looked up, and the top of the mountain could already be seen here, and there was a cottage, lit with firelight, all of which were lighting torches.
"Sister," the boy shrank, "I—I'm afraid, can I wait for you here?"
Zhusheng didn't say anything and let him dismount.
He pointed to an old tree surrounded by several people and said, "I'll be waiting for you there."
So he ran behind a tree and hid.
Zhusheng rode alone and rushed to the top of the mountain Far away from the gate, a row of arrows had already been fired.
Zhusheng jumped into the air, and the poor horse was shot into a hedgehog and fell to the ground.
Bamboo is born to the ground.
The guards at the gate received the alarm and hurriedly dispatched archers to defend themselves.
Unexpectedly, the first round of long-range shots missed.
In the dark night, seeing this short figure, dragging a long jasper-like knife, quickly approaching the gate of the village, dragging a string of sparks on the ground.
"Release the arrow" The guard of the gate raised his hand and waved it violently.
A second round of arrows came at a rapid pace.
Takesheng jumped into the air again.
This time, she used all her strength.
In fact, the gate was only two stories high, and the people on it looked up at the figure blankly.
The blue light flashed and the bamboo was high in the air, holding the knife in both hands, and slashed down The heavy gate of the log, with a "boom", exploded The boy stayed at the old tree and kept looking up.
In the darkness of the night, I heard a loud noise over there.
He was apprehensive.
When he saw the fire in the stockade, he was dumbfounded.
After all, Zhusheng came too late.
Three of the robbed women died.
One is a young mother whose child was thrown to death, and she was crazy and wanted to die with the bandits, and finally went to Huangquan alone.
The other two, one is Ah Cheng's sister Qiao Niang.
Qiao Niang is older than Ling Niang, she is already fifteen years old, and she is better developed.
She was the first woman to be forcibly pulled out.
She couldn't stand it and almost bit a man off.
The man went berserk, grabbed her by the hair, and slammed her head against the wall.
Qiao Niang's skull shattered and died.
The third is Yingniang.
That is, Mr.
Fan Da's wife, Fan Mao.
When several men tried to pull the tender Ling Niang out, Mao attacked them like a lioness protecting her cubs.
She was only a weak woman, and after the hairpin broke, the only weapons left were nails and teeth.
She ends up off the men.
The knife slashed down from one side of her shoulder, almost slicing half of her body off.
She fell to the ground and died.
Yingniang ran out of life and failed to protect Lingniang.
Ling Niang lost her innocence in the end.
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Takesheng wrapped her in his own clothes and carried her out, when she woke up.
She saw the flames rushing to the sky behind Zhu Sheng.
Takesheng's face seemed lifeless in the firelight.
Zhusheng came for a dozen women, but brought out dozens of women from the village.
The women set fire to the cottage with torches, and burned the cottage to ashes, and the men who had insulted them to ashes.
They drove several cars down the mountain.
In the car, Ling Niang woke up again.
She was held in Zhusheng's arms, soft and warm.
She asked, "What about my father?"
Zhusheng said: "At the bottom of the mountain." ” She asked, "What about Mother?"
Takebu said: "In heaven." ” She asked, "What about Qiao Niang?"
Zhusheng said: "They're together. ” Ling Niang asked again: "What about Brother Xiang" Without waiting for Zhusheng to answer, Ling Niang burst into tears and asked herself: "Brother Xiang is dead." ” It's her who is not good, she does not protect her brother well.
Her brother was snatched out of her arms and thrown under the car, and she saw his tiny body trampled by the horse's hooves.
"I want to die too."
She said.
"Nope."
Zhu Sheng tugged at her hair, "You have to live well." ”gd1806102: