Chapter 170
What's more, Qiao Mu actually killed the alien Dao Shun.
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Inside a dilapidated Taoist temple.
The Sword Banished Immortal looked calm and was not affected by the commotion in the city and continued to carve the statue in his hand.
After bandaging the wound, Lu Yanbei sat next to him and talked about the deeds of Qiao Shuangsen and Qiao Jisen, full of emotion.
"Second brother, have you finished speaking? You've disturbed me." Jian Banxian was a little impatient:
"I just killed a Dao Dao Sect disciple. How happy are you?"
The higher you stand, the further you see.
The Sword Banished Immortal once stood at the pinnacle of the world's martial arts world, and was called the Sword Banished Immortal by martial artists all over the world.
He once stood taller than any warrior, so he could naturally see further.
"The Yiren belong to the Nine Immortal Sects. After killing a Dao Dao Sect disciple, have you considered how the Yiren will deal with this matter after today?" Jian Banxian said calmly:
"This place is already under the control of strangers. It's hard to hide what happened today from strangers."
"It's common to kill a young one and provoke an old one. After all, Yiren has nine immortal sects."
"How many people in the Immortal Defeating Army you mentioned are enough to be killed by strangers?"
Chapter 199 The whole world is drunk and I am sober
The night falls low and the bright moon hangs high.
The old soldiers of the isolated city returned victoriously, and Qiao Mu even killed a stranger. This brought a rare joy to this isolated city that had been suffering for forty years.
That night, half of the city was noisy and sleepless.
Qiao Shuangsen's body and Dao Shun's body were re-carried out of the city. Captain Hai took the soldiers and prepared to bury them on the hillside next to the city wall, among the forest of soldiers' steles that filled the mountains and plains.
Qiao Shuangsen was buried, and Daoshun's body was naturally used to pay homage to the deceased.
Among the forest of steles of 100,000 soldiers, there is an additional tomb belonging to Qiao Shuangsen.
"Forty years..." Captain Hai raised a glass of wine and poured it on the tombstone against the night wind.
The wine flows down the stone tablet, flowing and seeping into the soil. It is silent, except for the faint sound of the wind.
The isolated city has been trapped for forty years. Where can we find the surplus grain to make wine?
These turbid wines are just the inventory left over from the wine cellars in the city forty years ago. Drinking one bottle will result in one less. They have long been a rare luxury in the isolated city.
But at this moment, Captain Hai poured the rare wine in the city on the grave.
Without him, it's just a mixture of emotions, and the wine is used to pay homage to the dead.
"Qiao Shuangsen, Mr. Qiao, took the lead, fought side by side with us in the name of defeating the Immortal Army, and died on the battlefield. He deserves this cup."
"General Li was a drinker during his lifetime... He never saw this lonely city turn for the better when he was alive. I hope he gets drunk today."
There were no tears in Captain Hai's eyes, but the wind and sand in the desert made his old eyes red, and what came out of his mouth were the small talk of the elderly.
They are all old.
Qiao Mu is not here.
Although he did not shy away from his own body, it was a bit strange to pay homage to him in a serious way with others, so he did not come.
So there were only three hundred old soldiers on the hillside at this moment.
"Tonight, all of you, my comrades, are going to get very drunk." Captain Hai took off his helmet, poured a glass of wine in front of the mountain forest of steles, and said solemnly.
The night wind blew in. The three hundred old soldiers in front of the Forest of Steles all took off their helmets, and their gray hair was blown by the night wind.
Inside the tombstone are 100,000 soldiers, and outside the tombstone are 300 old soldiers.
The night wind howled, and the hustle and bustle in the city could be vaguely heard.
The young and old in the city were obviously celebrating in their own ways, and the sound was quite lively.
Captain Hai stood quietly in front of the Forest of Steles for a while, listening to the noise coming from the city, and felt a rare peace in his heart.
"Don't laugh, Lord, lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times..." He raised his glass and drank it all.
But suddenly his heart moved slightly and he looked sideways.
I don't know when a white-haired man wearing a green robe quietly appeared next to him.
Although this man's hair is gray, there are no wrinkles on his face. His long hair is spread out, and although he is a little slovenly, he can't hide his heroic spirit.
"Sword banishing immortals? What are you doing here?" Captain Hai frowned.
He has never been fond of the sword-banished immortal.
As the leader of martial arts in the world forty years ago, he was also known as the Sword Exorcist. At the very beginning, people in the world had high hopes for him, counting on him, the most powerful martial artist, to carry the banner against the aliens.
Lu Yannan, the sword-banished immortal, has stayed in this city for thirty years and has never drawn his sword.
He is very different from his brother Mujian Sanren Lu Yanbei. Lu Yanbei entered the city and fought side by side with the soldiers for a year.
Although Captain Hai didn't like banishing immortals with swords, he didn't want to provoke this former martial arts master.
Ever since Li Changge's request for a sword and banishment to an immortal was rejected before his death, the remnant army in the city no longer had any expectations for him. The two sides were on the same page and rarely even met each other.
Unexpectedly, that night Jian Banxian came out of the Taoist temple and appeared in front of him.
"I smell the aroma of wine. I haven't drunk wine in many years, so I came here to ask for a bowl of wine." Jian Banxian said casually.
"There is not much liquor left in the city. These are all for the dead. Do you want to rob them from the dead?" Captain Hai said calmly:
"If a living person wants to drink it, that's fine. In exchange for military merit."
Captain Hai also drank a little wine and seemed a little drunk.
Even if he was sober on weekdays and didn't like Sword Banishing Immortal as a human being, he wouldn't talk like this.
After all, Jian Banxian was the former martial arts leader, and Captain Hai would not anger him if nothing happened.
"Military merit? Do you call killing strangers military merit?" Jian Banxian said calmly:
"Killing a foreigner will lead to endless troubles."
"Today I kill a young one, and tomorrow I kill an old one. How long can I last?"
"The Qiao family and his son are both over 100 years old. They are rare old people in the world. But how many such people are there in Kyushu?"
"It's rare for warriors to live over a hundred years old, but there are strangers who live over a hundred years old... How many do you think there are in the Nine Immortal Sects?"
The sword banished immortal's eyes were deep.
As a former martial arts master, it was natural that he had not dealt with the Immortal Sect.
So he became the world's number one messer.
"Have you said enough?" Captain Hai frowned.
The night wind was cold and the atmosphere was slightly stiff.
"I don't see you drawing your sword on weekdays. Today, Mr. Qiao killed a foreigner and you jumped out?" Captain Hai frowned and said:
"What, show off your knowledge? Show off your high vision and see far-sightedness? Do you now know that you have an overall view?"
"I'm just here to ask for a drink." Jian Banxian didn't show any anger on his face, he just said calmly:
"You have to be willing to listen and consider this a reminder."
"If you kill a stranger, there will be thunderous revenge later, and this city will only be destroyed faster."
"Reminder?" Captain Hai sneered.
The tombstones all over the mountains and plains were shrouded in the shadow of night. He pointed at the forest of tombstones all over the mountains and his voice trembled slightly:
"The whole world is drunk and you are the only one awake?"
"Are you the only one who is rational? The only one who knows that the enemy is strong and we are weak? The only one who knows that our city cannot be defended?"
"Zhongzhou is originally a fertile land. How did this hundred-mile desert come from? How did hundreds of thousands of soldiers die in the past? We know better than you!"
"Captain..." Several old soldiers stepped forward, trying to stop Captain Hai from losing his temper after drinking.
It is very dangerous to anger Jian Banxian, and they are not willing to take such a risk at this juncture.
But Captain Hai became even more excited at this time:
"Ever since the fertile land of Zhongzhou turned into a hundred miles of desert and the city was besieged forty years ago, everyone knows that this city cannot be defended."
"If you don't try your best to kill the stranger, how many more days can you survive?"
"You did it knowing you couldn't do it, so only a few of you died." The Sword Banished Immortal said indifferently:
"Is sacrifice meaningful? Or is it self-impression?"
He didn't say much more to Captain Hai, he just picked up a wine jar and left.
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The Great Dao Sect.
Daozhen stepped into a small attic, and soon a deacon wearing a Taoist robe came forward from the attic.
"Why are Junior Brother Daozhen here?"
"I came to see the soul jade slip of Junior Brother Daoshun. He went out to explore a secret realm of the sect, but there has been no response yet."
"Oh? Which sect secret realm are you going to explore?"
"A hundred miles of desert."
"A hundred miles of desert? What could happen? Junior Brother Daozhen is worrying too much." The deacon glanced at the bookshelf where the Soul Jade Slips of Foundation Establishment disciples were placed. Suddenly his expression froze and he saw a broken Soul Jade Slip.
"Really dead? Can this kill someone?" The deacon was confused and fell into deep thought.
Chapter 200 The survival of the isolated city is a matter of thought
"This can lead to death?" The deacon was confused.
What waste?
It seems that the smooth road is also made of gold and jade.
He didn't know much about his foundation-building disciple Dao Shun, but he only heard that he practiced the Taoist weapon refining method popular in the sect.
It is a strange thing that an immortal monk can be defeated by a mortal when facing a mortal.
Taoist Qingyang, who was in the middle stage of Xuantian Sect's foundation building in the past, died at the hands of a secular Martial Saint, and has been rumored to be a laughing stock among the nine immortal sects.
But the person who killed him was a martial saint, the strongest among ordinary martial artists.
And what about Daoshun?
Not in a mortal city in the outside world, but in a sect secret realm that has long been controlled by the sect, in a hundred-mile desert?
Daozhen quietly observed the deacon's expression and saw that although he was surprised, he didn't take it seriously, and he understood in his heart.
The difference between immortals and mortals is like the difference between clouds and mud, so if a Daoshun is broken in the hands of a mortal by chance, it will only make other monks feel that... this Daoshun is really not good.
But what Daozhen wanted was not such a reaction.
"Brother, you might as well go to the soul-binding formation and have a look. Is there Qiao Shuangsen's soul among them?" Daozhen said.
"Huh? What do you mean by this? Does this matter have something to do with a mortal?"
"To be honest, before we lost contact, Daoshun once contacted me through a jade slip, saying that he had killed a weird mortal..."
"You mean... Dao Shun was not besieged by ordinary warriors, but died at the hands of an ordinary warrior?" The deacon's expression changed slightly.
"good."
Daozhen has always been curious about the Qiao family.
He had failed to capture the soul several times before, but now he knew that Qiao Shuangsen was dead and desperately wanted to know an answer.
...
Thinking about crossing the cliff in the back mountain.
The female nun sat meditating quietly facing the mountain wall, but a look of sullenness flashed across her face from time to time, which seemed a bit unfair.