The sunset fell into the mountains, and the starry sky appeared on the sky again.

Shangguan Lingye was wearing the clothes of a farm woman, standing under the eaves, holding a dumpling in his hand and feeding rice grains, looking up at the sky, staring out of sight.

Ordinary people often say that life is short and that life is long and life is long.

Shangguan Lingye once thought that ordinary people were not satisfied with their short lifespan, so he sighed so much.

But after living in the mundane world for a few days, I realized that what ordinary people are reluctant to leave is not their lifespan, but their experiences - they are afraid of losing their young physique, fear of getting old, fear of leaving with their loved ones, and fear of the comfortable time that is now gone forever.

If a mortal holds an old body, and his closest relatives are separated from each other, and only loneliness is left for the rest of his life, then living for one more day will be tiring, how could anyone hope for immortality? Every year is now.

Shangguan Lingye stayed in this place where he didn't know where he was forced to let go of everything he used to do, without the cultivation of the gods, without the heavy affairs of the demon corps, without the halo of the noble daughter of the immortal family, and only one body and a companion who depended on each other.

Eighty years ago, Shangguan Lingye didn't dare to imagine such a thing. When he encountered a similar situation, his only thought would be to "get out of the sea of ​​suffering."

But now, somehow, Shangguan Lingye is not disgusted with such days.

I cook during the day, take shifts to watch at night, and chat with men for a few sluts. The day passed and I didn’t have to think about anything.

When you go out from here, you have to restore your past days. There are countless troubles on your body, and you have to take into account your practice, find opportunities to find your own destiny, protect ordinary people and people from resurrection, and resist the invasion of evil demons and heretics. As long as you are alive, you will not stop for a day. It makes you feel breathless if you think about it.

In comparison, Shangguan Lingye naturally felt that such a simple life was more comfortable.

But unfortunately, the fairy who fell into the mortal world was also a fairy. She did not belong to this world, so she would always go back one day.

Shangguan Lingye was staring at the starry sky in a daze. A commotion suddenly came from the city wall in the distance, and several shouts came:

"Look over there..."

"It's Qingjia Army, please inform the leader..."

Dangdangdang——

The gong rang, and noisy outside suddenly spread.

On the side of the courtyard, Zuo Lingquan, who was chopping firewood, held a sword and glanced at the city wall: "It seems something happened... I'll go over and take a look." Then he flew out of the courtyard wall.

Shangguan Lingye and Zuo Lingquan had been here for only two days and had not discovered the whereabouts of the Netherworld Ancestor. However, the Qingjia Army, a hundred miles away, suddenly came over and knew there was something wrong when she thought about it. She thought about it, went back to the house to get her belongings, and followed her out...

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Stepping on the tower—

There were dense footsteps in the dilapidated county town, and the remaining people had already seen the reputation of the Qingjia Army. When they heard the sound of the gong, they fled in all directions and hid in a secluded place in the city.

There were only 300 rebels in the city, with uneven quality. Not to mention strong body and strong limbs, there were only about 200 people with healthy limbs. Except for a dozen people who took the lead, the others were all farmers, and their weapons were just kitchen knives and hoes.

The city walls of Macheng County are just two-high earth walls, with insufficient defenders and no crossbows. There are many people in Qingjia, and they really want to attack the city, so they don’t even need to set up ladders. If they are good at it, they can climb up with bare hands and have no need to guard them.

Jiang Heng was inspiring. The rebels had no chance to escape before they could see the wind, but the situation was not far from the same. Cao Xin looked at the dense torches outside the county town, his face was ashes, and he patted his thighs:

"I'll just say, it would be great to go over and join us earlier. Now people have been calling us. There are no less than two thousand people in the past. I guess they came to establish their authority for the massacre of the city..."

Zhu Ba is the most mature, but he is also panicked at this time:

"Why don't you break through? Run into the mountains from the south and hide for a few days..."

"There are also people in the south, and the retreat is blocked!"

Jiang Heng looked at the mountains south of the county town, and found that there were torches shaking there. To the east of the county town was the sea, and there were no ships for escape. He had already been packed with dumplings.

"Boss, hurry up and open the city gate and go out to seek peace. When they start to attack the city, it will be too late..."

Jiang Heng shook his head and said, "Zhu Wu is cruel and ruthless. He has spent so much effort to make dumplings. The person who is not the only one we are here to 'train the army' and there is no way to surrender."

The Qingjia Army's way of training troops is to kill people to train new recruits. Its reputation is well known in the surrounding areas. The county's rebel army has no chance of winning, and it is even more ashamed at the moment.

Jiang Heng knew that there was no difference between defending the enemy and sending him to make a living. Seeing Zuo Lingquan running up with a sword, he said:

"Why don't you all go? Find a way to break through. The old man is left behind. Let's take more young people out. Zuo Jianxia, ​​you are very skilled in martial arts, please help and take a few babies out. If all the children die, Macheng County will be extinct."

Zuo Lingquan quickly walked to the top of the city and glanced at the number of enemy troops. There were about 3,000 people. In addition to leaving behind a thousand people to defend the city, all the main forces came.

However, this incident could not scare Zuo Lingquan. He raised his hand and signaled everyone not to panic and asked:

"There are not many people, so you can't resist as long as you disperse it. Don't panic and see what they are here to do."

Jiang Heng and others were just ordinary people. They were waiting for death here, so they would not listen to this. They no longer paid attention to Zuo Lingquan and began to order their subordinates to find opportunities to break through.

There was a mess inside the county town, but outside the city was in order.

Two thousand bandits came from the south, and more than 500 people led by the leaders were all wearing armor, holding standard swords and guns, and there were crossbow soldiers behind them, holding the big banner of the word "Zhu", which looked quite murderous.

In the middle of the bandit army was a large chair carried by eight people. On it was a big bearded man in a python robe, carrying two tiger-headed swords, facing the fierce as Yan Luo, and was Zhu Wu, the leader of the Qingjia Army.

The bandit army stopped outside the ground with an arrow, and Zhu Wu shouted:

"Jiang Heng, you are a good player in Ninghe. I will give you a chance to bring out a few brothers around you and become a young general in the Qingjia Army in the future. I will be of great use to others, so don't talk to me."

On the top of the city, Jiang Heng and others heard this and looked different.

Cao Xin wanted to agree, but he also knew what the other brothers would end up. After all, the people in the martial arts world were the first to be righteous and could not speak.

Jiang Heng looked down on Zhu Wu, so he asked him to send all his brothers who depended on him to the tiger's mouth and find a background for himself. He immediately responded:

"King Zhu, we have no intention of going against you. These days, we are thinking about going to surrender, and everyone has gathered together. Before we can set off, you have come first. These hundreds of brothers can also fight well. Otherwise, we will call you the King in the future and join your partner today?"

Zhu Wu leaned against the big chair that the eight people were carrying and raised his hand very simply:

"Okay, I'll give you a face and let your subordinates leave all the weapons and bring them out."

You don’t have to think about it and you know it’s fake. If you lose your weapons and leave the city, the next moment you will be greeted by a butcher knife.

Jiang Heng knew that Zhu Wu had decided to kill, his face turned dark and turned his head and said:

"Let's drag it for a while and let the others take the people to run from the sea. How many can they swim out?"

Su Ziyu and a scholar had no combat power at all, so they hurriedly ran down and took the people to escape secretly.

Jiang Heng was about to continue talking nonsense and delayed the siege, but he saw Shangguan Lingye walking up with his hat, ignored them at all, glanced at the city wall a few times, and spoke:

"Catch the thief first, capture the king. You go and kill that guy. The technique is cruel. You can peel off the skin and cramp in front of them. Don't kill too many others, you can take it for yourself."

??

Jiang Heng and his brothers were puzzled by some reason, wondering if this woman was shocked, so they saw Zuo Lingquan next to him nodding slightly, then turned over and jumped down from the city wall.

"Hey?! Hero Zuo, you..."

"Rope, pull the person up..."

Jiang Heng and others had seen Zuo Lingquan's martial arts skills, but there were more than 2,000 people outside, with bows and crossbows and iron armor. No matter how high his martial arts skills were, they would die. They all thought Zuo Lingquan was crazy and quickly wanted to pull the person back.

But Zuo Lingquan fell steadily on the yellow soil and did not look back.

The night wind is whistling, and the cold moon is like a blade, carving sword lights and sword shadows on the ruined earth.

The fire reflected by the crossbow arrows is like fangs, pointing to the old city walls in the distance in the night.

Under the city wall, swordsmen in black robes tied their hair with their hairbands and walked under the moonlight and night wind. All they could hear was the sound of their robes.

In front of him are thousands of iron armored troops, and behind them are dilapidated and dangerous cities.

The scene looks like death, but it seems like hitting a stone with an egg, without any chance of winning, and even caused a joke from the opponent:

"Look, someone jumped down..."

"I'm here to surrender..."

But the Qingjia Army, who was full of torches, soon couldn't laugh.

Zhu Wu, who was sitting on a big chair, frowned and gave the person below a wink.

An archer standing behind the elite army saw this and shot an arrow until the figure in black was strode.

call out--

The arrows were like cold stars, and a buzzing line was drawn in the air.

Jiang Heng and others shouted "Be careful!", but saw Zuo Lingquan not dodging or avoiding, but just raised his left hand and used the scabbard to fly a feather arrow.

clatter.

The feather arrow fell obliquely to the ground, failing to hinder the pace of progress.

"Good kung fu!"

Zhu Wu was also a clerk. Seeing this scene, he sat upright a little, with his elbows on his knees and raised his chin:

"Shoot the arrow!"

Swallows!

More than a hundred archers were ordered, and in an instant, the sound of crossbows burst out, and hundreds of cold lights broke through the air, until the swordsman in black who was halfway through the journey.

Jiang Heng and others looked as if dead, and they felt that Zuo Lingquan would soon turn into a hedgehog, but the next moment, they were shocked and dropped their chin.

I saw Zuo Lingquan, who was walking faster and faster in the night wind, was too lazy to hide this time, and walked straight through the arrow rain, allowing the strong feather arrow to fall on his body.

Kakka--

The cold iron arrow pierced the robe, but it stopped abruptly when it touched the flesh. Some were broken and some bounced aside.

The fourth level of Linggu is golden and pure, and ordinary swords cannot be damaged; Zuo Lingquan has half a step into a bamboo grove, and if he can be shot into a hedgehog by a feather arrow in the world, this immortal will be considered a waste of cultivation.
To be continued...