Chapter 174
He is actually one of the pillars of the Tingchaolou Gonzo Sect, and he can tell any outrageous story out of his mouth.
Although the loss was real, it was indeed strange enough. It attracted not only children in the city, but also many women, children and the disabled.
Children do not read heavy history books, but they are always willing to listen to the stories told by storytellers.
that's enough.
The younger generation who grew up in the city must first learn how to fight, otherwise they will not survive.
But he only fights for survival. In the eyes of the half-faced old man, he is just a beast with an empty heart.
What this lonely city needs is not beasts that can adapt to the battlefield, but young people who can pass on the fire.
The storyteller said with clairvoyance: "...The wise old man smiled and said: You foolish old man is too old. With your remaining strength, you can't destroy even a hair of the mountain, let alone the earth and rocks?"
"The Foolish Old Man said, even if I die, I will still have sons. Sons will beget grandchildren, and grandsons will beget sons; sons will have sons, and sons will have grandsons. There will be no limit to the number of descendants..."
After the story was told, many young people in the audience started talking.
"This is too difficult. Instead of moving mountains, it's better to move yourself. Yu Gong is indeed too stupid."
Some older listeners retorted: "When you move, you are just calculating your own gains and losses, while moving mountains is a benefit for the present, for the future, and for future generations."
"Then why wouldn't it be easier if the whole family moved out?"
"Who said there are no mountains outside? What if there are bigger and more mountains outside? Do you want to continue moving?" A one-legged veteran said resolutely: "Moving mountains is a feat that is done knowing that it is impossible. It is destined to be like this." The great deeds that cannot be accomplished in one lifetime are just like our fight against aliens..."
Soon some veterans connected this matter with the current situation of the isolated city in the desert and argued with reason.
The clairvoyant listened quietly, he was just a storyteller, and it was the listener's business to interpret the story.
The awareness of the children and the elderly in the city really made him, a well-informed Chaolou storyteller, sigh.
In the past two months, after Qiao Mu entered the city, what he had seen and seen was very different from what he had seen and heard in Kyushu before, and he felt out of place.
Outside, Dayan has knelt down. The one hundred thousand soldiers who were buried in the desert in the past are already struggling for the last time. From then on, the literati no longer have the integrity, the backbone of the warriors is broken, and chivalry has become a legacy.
Outside Kyushu, in today's era, kindness has become a kind of weakness. Exposing your kindness will only be bullied and exploited by people with good intentions.
Loyalty is called "foolish loyalty" and is ridiculed by everyone.
The so-called benevolence and righteousness are just pedantic and deserve to be relied upon.
But this city is different.
This isolated and isolated city lived in a previous era, forty years before Great Yan had not surrendered. The people in the city were all the remnants of the previous era.
Those who are not strong-willed enough have already died in these forty years.
The people who are still alive are all strong men who have gone through forty years of bloody selection.
The remaining three hundred old soldiers in the city are not known for their martial arts skills.
If calculated in terms of martial arts cultivation skills, due to the insufficient food supply in the isolated city, these three hundred old soldiers have aged and are not as elite as the Great Yan in the past, and they are not as good as the elite soldiers from Kyushu outside.
But in terms of tenacity of mind and will, even in the vast outside world of Kyushu, it would be difficult to find 300 iron soldiers who could compare with them.
It’s not just the old soldiers in the city who are tough, the remaining half of the city’s women, children and old people are also extraordinary, they are also the remnants of the previous era.
"If the outside world of Kyushu could hear the story of this isolated city and see the blood and tears of these forty years, I really don't know what would happen..."
"Jiuzhou has been suffering for a long time. Can the story of this lonely city ignite the fire?"
Such thoughts passed through Clairvoyant's mind.
If these 300 old soldiers who have experienced forty years of bloody battles come to the outside world and have enough dietary supplements, they may all be god-refining seeds.
But, can they really hold on until then?
While the clairvoyant was in a daze, a somewhat out-of-place voice came from the audience below.
"Ting Chao Lou's storyteller, would you like to tell the ending of this story?"
When this voice came out, the whole small building became slightly quiet, and eyes glanced at the incoming person.
The person who spoke was the Sword Exiled Immortal. He had white hair and a slovenly beard but was very handsome. He walked past the small building and seemed to be asking casually.
Sword Banished Immortal rarely leaves that Taoist temple.
But the whole lonely city knew his name.
In the past, many people like Li Changge had high hopes for him, but they were all disappointed later.
The sword banished immortal turned a deaf ear to the surrounding gazes and thought to himself:
"If you don't tell me, I will tell you." He said slowly:
"The emperor felt his sincerity and ordered the two sons of the Kua'e family to carry two mountains, one to the east of Cuoshuo and the other to the south of Cuo Yong. From then on, the south of Ji and the Yin of Han were not separated by Long."
"The Emperor of Heaven was moved by Yu Gong's sincerity and asked the gods to move the two mountains of Taihang and Wangwu. From then on, there was a smooth road in front of Yu Gong's door without any obstacles from the mountains."
"At the end of the story, did Yu Gong succeed in moving the mountains?" Jian Banxian said:
“It is the gods who move mountains, not the foolish old man.”
"Look, even this storyteller wouldn't dare to make up an ending where the descendants of the Foolish Old Man work together to move mountains after countless years."
"The ending of "The Foolish Old Man Moves the Mountains" is about the Emperor of Heaven feeling his sincerity, not the mortals moving the mountains."
"Then, where is our Emperor of Heaven?"
As soon as the words came out, the whole house fell silent.
In reality, there is no Heavenly Emperor who appreciates the sincerity of Yu Gong. Those sitting on the altar are the immortals from the nine great sects.
But at this moment, the old man with half a face in the arsenal smiled.
"Here comes the wise old man." The words of the old man Wu Ku made everyone in the audience burst into laughter.
The old man in the library is also a veteran, but he is too old and in poor health. He has long retired from the battlefield. He will not let the Sword Exorcist speak nonsense on such an occasion.
"We are all stupid mortals with limited strength, unable to move mountains, and no one can see the future ending." The old man in the library said slowly.
The clairvoyant also nodded: "Yes, success or failure is one thing, but moving mountains without moving them is another matter."
"Knowing that you can't do something but doing it, and having an unyielding heart even if your life is as thin as paper. This is the backbone of Kyushu in the last era."
The sword banishes the immortal without comment:
"The high-sounding principles are readily available."
"The truth?" Clairvoyant smiled slightly:
"You think too highly of me. I'm just a storyteller from Chaolou. I'm not a great scholar. I only tell stories and don't make sense."
Clairvoyant opened the folding fan with a snap, stroking his palms and smiling:
"What you say is reasonable."
"Only those who practice it can be called the Tao."
“Only when knowledge and action are united can it be called reasonable.”
"I am unreasonable, but there are many reasonable people in this city."
Anecdotes can only attract people's attention, but true stories can touch people's hearts.
This is the clairvoyant view.
And at this time.
Suddenly there was a long and desolate horn sound, coming from far away from the top of the city.
"The horn sounded again... It's time to go to war again." The old man with half a face in the arsenal stood up subconsciously, and then froze for a long time.
Only then did he realize that he was no longer a soldier.
But then the horn sounded again and again, three times in a row, and the sound became faster and higher, completely different from the past.
The expression on the remaining half of Old Man Wuku's face suddenly changed.
The horn sounded three times in a row, which was a dangerous signal.
The usual sound of the trumpet reminds the young and old in the city to take refuge in military camps and other places immediately to avoid being affected by the fighting.
But the three trumpets sound is another matter.
This means that the old soldiers at the watchtower at the top of the city have judged that the enemy is outnumbered and that the isolated city has no chance of life, and it is a desperate situation with no life or death.
The last time the horn sounded like this was twenty years ago. At that time, General Li Changge used his last remaining strength to break through but could not completely turn the tide. Tens of thousands of the remaining troops died in that battle, and Li Changge also died in that battle. .
And this time there are only 300 old soldiers in the city. Are they going to be beaten on the head?
So the meaning of this signal is... there is no need to take refuge, seize the time to complete the things before your death, so as not to leave any regrets.
The clairvoyant stopped telling stories and left in a hurry.
The purpose of Tingchao Tower is to only listen to the tide, not play with the tide, and not interfere with worldly affairs.
But since the clairvoyant is already in the lonely city, he has already been a grasshopper on a rope, so he naturally has to take action.
The house was full of guests just now, but after the horn sounded, it faded away like a tide.
Only Jian Banxian still stood there, looking at the crowd of people dispersing around him.
"Is it that time again?" Jian Banxian's thoughts fluctuated in his mind.
Naturally, there was a reason why he passed on the Heaven-Destroying Sword Drawing Technique to Qiao Jisen. After all, the Tao should not be taught lightly.
The technique of slashing the sky and drawing the sword is the ultimate killing move. Either the enemy dies or we die.
So, will Qiao Jisen die like Qiao Shuangsen?
In the past thirty years, he has never understood the thoughts of the soldiers and people in this city, and why there are fools who sacrifice themselves for others in this world.
And even though Qiao Shuangsen is a foreign warrior, he can still be regarded as a dazzling figure if we look at this isolated city for forty years.
Qiao Shuangsen was a very different person from him, as were Li Changge and others in the past.
"Let's go and see the last battle in this city." Jian Banxian narrowed his eyes slightly and walked forward slowly.
Chapter 205: Undecided Demon Disintegrates
On the wall of the lonely city.
Captain Hai and others looked at the three hundred bean soldiers walking slowly in the distance, their expressions solemn.
These three hundred bean soldiers are all three-meter-tall bean generals.
In the last battle, there were only fifty bean soldiers and one bean general attacking the city, but this time there were three hundred bean generals. Both quantity and quality were different from before.
If the last time Daoshun attacked, Captain Hai felt that the three hundred old soldiers might die on the battlefield, then this time facing the three hundred Doujiang generals, it can be said that there is no chance of survival, without the slightest chance of survival.
"These bean soldiers have rough skin and thick flesh. Even if they are cut into their bodies with swords and guns, they will not die immediately. Only by using a large amount of internal energy to explode in the bean soldiers' bodies like Qiao Shuangsen did in the past can they be truly killed. This is done with strength. The pressing style... we can’t learn it.”
"That's Qiao Shuangsen. He has a hundred years of skill. What can we do?" The veterans frowned deeply.
These old soldiers are all veterans who have come out of the Shura battlefield. They have extremely rich experience in life and death fighting and their judgments are also very correct.
If you give them time, fight a few more times, and spend more time, you may be able to figure out strategies and tactics to deal with these bean generals.
But they ran out of time.
The strengths of the veterans lie in their tenacity of mind and will, as well as their battlefield martial arts skills honed through years of life-and-death fighting. But they are not good at internal strength, after all, they are old.
Qiao Mu also came quickly at this time. He learned from the experience last time and came very quickly. He climbed up the city wall with the old soldiers to see from a high distance.
But at this time Captain Hai spoke:
"Mr. Qiao, let's go. This city has reached the critical point of destruction. With your strength, you can survive, but if you are involved in a frontal battlefield, no matter how much internal energy you have, you will be consumed alive."
Captain Hai had observed Qiao Shuangsen's battles before. His style of fighting was to overdraw his body's potential and unleash his astonishing hundreds of years of skill in a short period of time. He could kill soldiers like chickens.
However, it didn't last long, after Qiao Shuangsen killed thirty bean soldiers, he finally died at the hands of bean generals.
The person in front of him was not Qiao Shuangsen, but Qiao Shuangsen's father, Qiao Jisen.
Qiao Jisen's strength should be higher than Qiao Shuangsen's, but in front of him are three hundred bean generals.
A pair of three hundred?
The way of refining the spirit trains the mind, not pure physical strength or internal energy.
Qiao Jisen and his son are already an outlier among martial artists, but if they continue to fight hard, they will still be killed.
In Captain Hai's eyes, Qiao Jisen was certainly very strong.