Chapter 231
But the order was issued not long ago, and the massacre was just the beginning. Therefore, except for the streets around Caishikou where many people were killed and injured, there were still many survivors in the rest of the city.
Especially in the more remote suburbs.
The old man in the arsenal was one of the first people to arrive at the Qin Mansion. He was the younger brother of the former general Li Changge, but after forty years, the Li family no longer existed, leaving him alone and homeless.
After arriving at the Qin Mansion, Qiao Mu and Hai Siyuan and other old soldiers separated and went their own ways.
Qiao Mu tried to assassinate the King of Qin, while other old soldiers tried to move away the women and children of the past.
But what surprised Qiao Mu a little was....
"Why is he still here?" Qiao Mu walked on the road in the suburbs and saw the old man in the arsenal holding the stone city in his hand.
Next to the old man in the arsenal was Hai Siyuan, who had become a general.
There were only the two of them, and the other old soldiers who were inseparable from Hai Siyuan were not here at the moment.
Logically speaking, the old man in the armory should have taken the women and children of Gucheng away from the troubled Daqin Mansion long ago?
"Mr. Qiao...Mr. Qiao Miao."
The old man in the armory nodded to Hai Siyuan and other old soldiers from a distance, a little reserved.
The Qiao family died too quickly, and now there is a new person who has never been seen... and he looks like a middle-aged man with white hair and no wrinkles on his face, and it is hard to say how old he is.
Qiao Mu deliberately saved the life of King Qin and used him as a tongue, and King Qin was quite cooperative in order to survive, and felt that he could paralyze Qiao Mu.
Therefore, after the dust settled, Hai Siyuan and others also knew what happened in Caishikou, and also knew that Qiao Shui and Qiao Wei, two members of the Qiao family, had died.
"I have heard about this from my cousin Qiao Shui... General Hai, why don't you leave?" Qiao Mu said directly.
Qiao Miao is now a stranger to Hai Siyuan and others, but although Qiao Mu is familiar with them, he has no intention of reminiscing about the past and goes straight to the point.
"I have sent away the women and children of the Lonely City in the past, and there are several old brothers outside this city to meet them." The old man in the armory said: "But since we know that this Great Qin Prefecture is a place of trouble, it is not good for us to just leave." "The women and children of the Lonely City are people, and the other women and children here are also people." The only half of the old man in the armory showed a little fatigue. He relied on the stone city left by the exiled sword immortal to avoid the Taoist soldiers in this Great Qin Prefecture City and capture mortals from time to time. It can be said that he was safe. Qiao Mu didn't say anything, but he felt a little emotional in his heart. He had lived a life in a dream before. When Qiao Mu realized that his mind was dusty and he was no longer clear, the first thing he thought of was the old soldiers of the Lonely City like Hai Siyuan and the old man in the armory. Recalling the deeds of the old soldiers, although Qiao Mu didn't get the answer he had been looking for in his heart, it didn't affect his respect. "General Hai, I have something very important. I hope you can leave immediately and pass it on to your father." Qiao Mu said, and took out the hastily written "Humanity Sutra" from behind. Hai Siyuan just glanced at the cover of the book, and the whole person was shocked immediately. "This..." His eyes widened. "In fact, my Qiao family still has an ancestor who is a genius. That ancestor is a genius." Qiao Mu turned his back, put his hands behind his back, and his white hair fluttered in the wind, leaving Hai Siyuan with a very pretentious back. "This is a martial arts technique that my Qiao family ancestor just deduced. Although it is not perfect and only half of it, it is still okay." Like practicing martial arts, pretending to be cool has gradually become Qiao Mu's muscle memory in hundreds of years of life. "Qiao family ancestor..." Hai Siyuan certainly knows what the "Humanity Sutra" that his father Hai Wuya pursues is... This Qiao Miao is a super martial artist who can easily defeat even the King of Qin. Even he has to call the ancestor a genius... I really don't know what kind of amazing person he will be? Since the Qiao family ancestor dared to name his technique "The Humane Scripture", does it mean that this technique that has just been deduced...
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but tremble slightly, and subconsciously got goose bumps.
"General Hai, live well and set off." Qiao Mu said lightly.
At this moment, he has entered the first level of soul refining, and his vision is no longer the same as before.
In Qiao Mu's eyes, the three hundred old soldiers, including Hai Siyuan, are the lone soldiers who have held on for forty years in the most brutal battlefield in the land of Jiuzhou, and they are all seeds of soul refining.
No, not just them.
Qiao Mu glanced at the calm old man in the armory next to him.
The old man in the armory's real name is Li Changshi. In fact, his age and seniority are much older than Hai Siyuan. He is a person of the same generation as Li Changge and Wu Shengren.
In addition to the three hundred old soldiers, there are more than a dozen disabled old men of the same seniority as Li Changshi in the lonely city of the past.
They were either physically disabled or too old to fight on the battlefield.
If the "Sumeru Mountain King Sutra" is expected to make the three hundred old soldiers who walked out of the desert strong and healthy under the premise of adequate dietary supplements.
Then Qiao Mu's half of the "Humanity Sutra" may make the old men in the arsenal...
"They are the first batch of practitioners of the "Humanity Sutra..."
Hai Siyuan heard Qiao Mu's hidden meaning:
"What about you, Mr. Qiao Miao?"
"This matter has not been completely resolved, just send the Buddha to the west." Qiao Mu said lightly.
This time, try to survive.
Although I said I didn't regret it before, it's different from going to jail or not.
Damn it, no one really likes going to jail, right?
After delivering the Book of Humanity, Qiao Mu turned around and left.
Today's "Qiao Miao" is also a stranger to the veterans and doesn't have much to talk to.
Moreover, although King Qin was deposed by him, he only had a vague consciousness left, and he could barely control his body. But you have to keep an eye on him, it will be a joke if you let him get away.
After walking through several streets, Qiao Mu strolled into a small teahouse on Caishikou Road.
This teahouse is located at Caishikou. The owner has been involved in the previous incident and died. There is only an empty teahouse left. Now it is used by Qiao Mu as a temporary place to stay.
There were two corpses in the backyard of the tea house, one belonged to Qiao Mu and the other also belonged to Qiao Mu.
"The damage to these two corpses is too serious. Don't think about using them again." Qiao Mu checked the corpses and gave up the idea.
Looking down, he saw a calico cat lying there in the shadow at the feet of Qiao Shui's body, with its tongue hanging out of its mouth as usual, like a madman.
"I haven't seen you for eighty years." He casually picked up the tabby cat and stroked it a few times, feeling relieved.
Although he can also imagine impermanence in his dream, it cannot be equated with a real cat after all.
Gently stroking the increasingly silky hair like impermanent satin, I felt an inexplicable sense of stability in my heart.
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King Qin's attempt to massacre the city failed, and the matter was stopped midway.
The city gate that had just been sealed was opened again, and the fleeing refugees poured out like a tide.
Hai Siyuan and Li Changshi, the old man from the arsenal, also followed the flow of people and ran quickly to a farmhouse outside the city.
Around this newly built city, there are many villages and small towns dotted around, not too far apart.
The women and children who came out of the isolated city were temporarily placed here, and the rest of the soldiers except Hai Siyuan were also waiting here.
"Old brothers, it's time to leave." Hai Siyuan held the "Human Dao Jing" in his hand, feeling an inexplicable excitement in his heart and wishing he could return to the imperial capital immediately.
However, when he and Li Changshi walked into the door, the veterans in the room did not get up, seemed to have no intention of leaving, and looked a little strange.
"Captain Hai, are you back?"
Several old soldiers sitting by the door looked over and secretly winked at Captain Hai.
Hai Siyuan's expression changed slightly, and as soon as he put his hand on the scabbard at his waist, he heard a gentle sigh.
With a flash of golden light, a phantom of a golden bell emerged from the void, and billowing sound waves rippled out. Hai Siyuan and the other two were immediately dizzy and could hardly stand, let alone draw their swords.
A young Taoist priest wearing Taoist robes walked out of the shadows in the room. He looked vaguely familiar and had a calm expression on his face.
"How come you are hiding from an immortal cultivator?" Hai Siyuan was suddenly shocked.
On the other hand, Li Changshi, who was standing next to him, cast his eyes on the young Taoist's face, looked at it carefully, and made some vague guesses.
"Are you...Gu Zhen?" Old Man Wuku asked tentatively.
"My current Dao name is Daozhen." Daozhen lowered his eyelids and looked at the many veterans in front of him.
Hai Siyuan and the old man Wu Ku looked at each other and fell silent for a moment.
Daozhen, a disciple of Daodao Sect, whose real name is Guzhen.
He was the only person from Gucheng who walked out of the hundreds of miles of desert decades ago.
To be precise, Daozhen did not leave the isolated city, but was taken away by the monks of the Daozong.
He was born with heavenly spiritual roots, one of the top spiritual roots, and even the Immortal Sect of the Dao Dao Sect would take a high look at him.
"Back then, my brother Li Changge thought that since you have extraordinary qualifications, it would be a good thing if you could join the Immortal Sect." Li Changshi said deeply:
"The soldiers and civilians of the isolated city are trapped in the desert for hundreds of miles and have no way to escape. Even if one person can get out of the desert, it is a good thing... But you..."
The old man Wu Ku didn't say anything further.
The clairvoyant storyteller at the time once told them roughly about Daozhen, a disciple of Elder Qingyi.
After leaving the desert, they briefly inquired about it... but found that it was better not to inquire about it.
"Now that you have entered the Immortal Sect, you are separated from the immortal and the mortal." Old Man Wuku said:
"We have been practicing immortality for a long time. We did not expect you to shoulder the important task of rescuing us from the desert... But why are you here today?"
"I just want to talk to you." Daozhen said calmly.
"Are you talking like this?" Hai Siyuan sat down on the ground and gasped, with only anger on his face.
Whether it was him or the other old soldiers in the farmhouse, they were restrained by this Daozhen using some kind of magic, and they were unable to fight back.
"Just be prepared." Daozhen said calmly:
"Now I have become what you call a 'foreigner'."
"You and I have different views. If we don't do this, how can you be willing to talk to me?"
Daozhen's expression has always been calm.
I haven't seen this old friend for many years. There was no excitement or strong emotions on his face, but just a touch of... curiosity?
"Since you consider yourself a stranger, what are we talking about?" Hai Siyuan said angrily.
"The so-called alien theory is actually nonsense." Daozhen shook his head and said:
"How can there be any strangers in this world? You and I are from the same clan, and we have the same origin."
"So..." Daozhen lowered his head and looked at Li Changshi, the old man in the arsenal.
"Grandpa Li, actually I wanted to ask decades ago..." There was a hint of confusion in Daozhen's voice.
"Why do you have to defend? Do you have to resist?"
"You-----" Hai Siyuan choked for a moment and said angrily:
"The Immortal Sect is aloof and treats ordinary people like pigs and dogs..."
"Don't rush to refute me. You have already walked out of the desert, and you have seen with your own eyes the current decadent situation of Kyushu in the past few months." Daozhen continued:
"The Immortal Sect is aloof, so why isn't the Great Yan Imperial Court also aloof?"
"The Immortal Sect only wants incense, but the Great Yan Imperial Court exacts excessive taxes. What's the difference between the two?"
Hai Siyuan's eyes widened and he was speechless for a moment, just staring at Daozhen's face.
Before meeting Daozhen, Hai Siyuan was actually more or less lucky.
After all, the old man in the arsenal, Li Changshi, also turned to immortality after being discharged from the army, so he has no prejudice against immortality practitioners.
Thinking that since this Daozhen is a citizen who came out of the isolated city, he must have some sympathy for them, the old soldiers who cling to the isolated city.
Maybe Dao Zhenming went to Xianmen on the surface, but in fact he wanted to go to the lonely city?
But when he saw Daozhen again after decades, Hai Siyuan's heart gradually grew colder.
Reunited after many years, there were no obvious mood swings on Daozhen's face, no nostalgia, no excitement, no intense ups and downs of love and hate, just a touch of... curiosity?
This young Taoist looks like an inexperienced child, with a kind of... innocence in his eyes?
But this innocence made Hai Siyuan a little creepy.