As the night fell, the hall was as bright as day, crowded with proud soldiers and relieved people, several smart and bold dogs hid under the table, swallowing almost untouched meat bones.

Duanliu City is celebrating victory. Mr. Pan resigned from his title as general, but his words still have weight and can be scruples. "If the demon soldiers come to attack tonight, we will all die - we must have a good time even if we die!"

Xin Youtao agreed with the veterans and took out the gold, silver, wine and food from the city guard's mansion to reward the entire army. The people were willing to join and no one came empty-handed. So the city guard's mansion became more and more food. After being chased by demon soldiers for so long, everyone needed to vent their whole heart's content.

The hall was filled with spoils, and the armor made by demon soldiers with beast bones and horns was loved. Many rich people who fled here even bought it at high prices on the spot. The huge head with only one horn and silver feathered wings were displayed in the most conspicuous place in the hall. Everyone would marvel at them first when they came in, and they felt that this victory was harder to come by.

Yang Qingyin and Xiao Qingtao ran for more than 100 miles and finally killed Yin Yu. Finally, they saved their face and could drink without shame. Ordinary Taoist priests were unable to drink, but Yang Qingyin wanted to drink even when she was drunk. She hugged Xiao Qingtao and said, "It turns out that the more people there are, the better the wine."

The talisman master Liu Ding came over and toasted Yang Qingyin seriously, "The long life of the Taoist priest is enviable. After not seen for a few years, the Taoist priest Yang's appearance remains unchanged, which makes ordinary people yearn for it. Here..."

Yang Qingyin drank it all in one sip, tilted her head and looked at the talisman master, "Stop talking nonsense, drink three bowls first, and you will be qualified to praise me."

Liu Ding was stunned for a while, and suddenly picked up the wine jar from the table next to him and poured it into a hurry. After drinking more than three bowls, he began to praise the female Taoist priest present in a nonsense. Yang Qingyin kept curling his lips, and Xiao Qingtao smiled like a flower.

Every Taoist priest was surrounded by a group of mortals, and there were more people waiting to approach them standing outside.

The prince and the Taoist priest are naturally the protagonists of the celebration banquet. However, only one person gets more attention than the huge bull head and silver feather wings.

Mu Xingqiu found that he could not move forward, and was crowded with people around him. He didn't drink, but everyone toasted him. He was not good at treating him with gorgeous words. He could only keep smiling until his face was stiff and found that this was more difficult than facing powerful demons on the battlefield.

Xin Youtao rescued him, pulled him out of the crowd, and came to the backyard, "Go to the inn. I know you don't want to stay here. If the general of Xijieguo can't see the person he wants to see the most, what's the point of being a general? I have to keep you if I lose the veteran general Pan Sanye, I must keep you."

Mu Xingqiu smiled and stuffed a glass that he had not drunk into Xin Youtao's hands, "You are about to catch up with your sister in a way that wins over people's hearts."

"Haha, I still have to work hard."

Mu Xingqiu flew out of the city guarding the palace under the cover of night. Instead of going directly to the inn, he flew around the city wall for a half circle, looking at the sky with his eyes, and found that there was no abnormality in several directions before he came to the military camp.

The barracks were empty, and most of the soldiers went to the banquet. The old and weak soldiers who did not participate in the war stayed to take care of the casualties. They placed rows of corpses protected by talismans, while the wounded lived in the tents.

Mr. Pan San, who claimed that "you have to have a good time to die," left the city guard palace very early and stood alone in the military camp and pondered. When Mu Xingqiu fell beside him, he was not surprised at all. He said, "Two hundred and eleven soldiers died and thirty-four were injured. The demon soldiers did not like to keep alive."

"The casualties of demon soldiers are even greater, more than twice ours."

"Well, this is a rare victory. But we will still lose. Duanliu City cannot withstand such consumption unless reinforcements are invited as soon as possible."

Mu Xingqiu thought for a while, "Duanliu City has been abandoned long ago, so we picked it up, but no one took it seriously. The Nine Daotong, the major vassal states and the Holy Talisman Dynasty all believed that Duanliu City was not worthy of guarding."

"They are right. Duanliu City was originally guarding against Higashiji on the other side, and there was no danger to defend to the west. But this is not an ordinary war. The ambition of the demon clan is to seize the entire human world, so where is the most suitable decisive battle? There is no such place at all. I have seen the mountain of demon fire from afar. It was like a hammer crushing an egg with an iron hammer. This is a powerful magic trick that has never been before, and there is no danger to defend in the world. We must guard the city by city to let the demon clan know that even if we have a demon mountain, we cannot easily conquer humans."

"The Taoist dynasty will eventually take action to destroy the demon army."

Veterans understand humans and demon clans, and Mu Xingqiu understands the Nine Dao Ordinances. Those powerful high-level Taoists regard the demon clan as their biggest enemies. They will only take action when the threat of the demon clan is too obvious.

"You are a Taoist priest who is unique."

Mu Xingqiu has heard similar words many times, but he has never figured out what is unique about him.

"In the eyes of Taoist priests, mortals have short lifespans, and their knowledge is naturally short. But for this reason, we can't wait. Every time we lose a city, thousands or even hundreds of thousands of mortals will be killed. When the Taoist priests finally take action, how many mortals are there in this world? Few Taoist priests look at war from the perspective of mortals, you are one of them."

Mu Xingqiu was not sure whether he could bear the praise of the veteran, so he thought for a while before saying, "Actually, we are protecting Pangshan's magic weapon. When the magic weapon is restored, we may have to evacuate Duanliu City."

Mr. Pan San smiled meaningfully, "It depends on how you choose." The veteran didn't want to persuade the Taoist priest at this time, and immediately changed the topic. "There is something that has always confused me. You are a Taoist priest. Can you tell me the truth?"

"Of course." Mu Xingqiu had no secrets that he could not disclose to the veteran.

"The Taoist priest seems to be particularly disrespectful to the corpse. Even if his own people die, they will be buried in a sloppy manner."

Pan participated in several joint battles between Xuanfu Army and Taoist priests, and was deeply impressed by Taoist priests' indifference.

"We believe that after death, the soul will remain in its original place for seven days, and then gradually weaken, and disappear completely after forty-nine days. Before death, we will take out the inner alchemy and hand it over to our own Taoist dynasty, and the body - it has no meaning."

"So that's it. It's useless to bring the corpse back. We should mourn the soldiers' deaths. But it's only forty-nine days." Mr. Pan shook his head, "I'd better believe that after death, I will become a ghost and reincarnate. The Taoist priest's trick is too ruthless."

Mu Xingqiu said goodbye with a smile. This time he went straight to the inn, and a trace of sadness rose in his heart. Nearly 400 Taoist priests who died in the ancestor peak did not have the chance to leave the inner alchemy to Pangshan Taoist Tong. Will this make them uneasy after death? The 49 days have not passed yet, and are those souls whose memories are gradually chaotic still remembering this?

There were celebrations everywhere in the city, and everyone seemed to regard this victory as a decisive result, thinking that the demon soldiers would never dare to chase after him again. When Mu Xingqiu flew past the sky, he saw several old men sitting on the street crying and shouting: "Don't go to Tosukeguo!"

The inn is the only deserted place, even quieter than the barracks that piled up corpses and accommodated the injured. No one cleaned them for a few days and the dust was thicker. Only Zuo Liuying's room still looked as clean as when he checked in on the first day.

The difference between Taoist priests and mortals is not just the length of their lifespan, but also the differences in many subtleties. Mu Xingqiu silently recalled that he actually missed Yelin Town. His former hometown was like the world in his dreams. When he woke up, he and his friends were already Taoist priests. He hesitated on the road of cultivation, but when he looked back, his dream was still clear.

He looked up at the moon in the sky and tried to slow down the speed of the inner alchemy as much as possible, but it was useless. The cold autumn wind could no longer affect his body. This was also one of the small differences between Taoist priests and mortals. The former could not retreat, and the latter could not walk up.

The second update came, and the young demon appeared on time. He did not show off his boxing skills, and floated quietly in front of Mu Xingqiu, his mouth still clicked, and his speed was a little slow, as if he was persuading him something.

"I know." Mu Xingqiu said. As if he understood the words of the young demon, he was actually talking to himself. "In the past, it was a burden. Even mortals had to keep throwing it away, let alone Taoist priests who practiced?"

"It's harder for Taoist priests."

Mu Xingqiu suddenly turned around and walked out of the room, not Fangfang, but Zuo Liuying, and Zuo Liuying who could speak. He immediately understood that this was another illusion created by the first banned secret department.

This is a spell that is different from the Illusion of Mind. It belongs to the Five Elements Water. It is very powerful when cast by the Taoist Master Zhushen. Mu Xingqiu has no way to resist and does not want to resist, because he happened to see Zuo Liuying.

"The unclean energy is getting closer and closer to Duanliu City." Mu Xingqiu said that after the daytime battle won, he recovered a little mana and immediately flew up to look into the distance. The unclean energy crisscrossed on the territory of Xijieguo, which was of different colors, was still slowly expanding, "less than three hundred miles."

Zuo Liuying's illusion did not care about such information at all, and still followed the original idea and said: "The stupidest Taoist priest has a far greater memory than that of ordinary people. The past that mortals can easily forget, but the Taoist priest is vividly remembered as yesterday. This is a punishment, a punishment for practitioners. Therefore, Taoist priests must be clear about their hearts and desires, and have to overcome various Taoist disasters. Otherwise, the past will crush the present, and the Taoist priest will become devilish. Can you imagine a thousand-year-old Taoist priest still remembering the grievances that he experienced when he was five years old, so that he cried bitterly?"

"No." Mu Xingqiu could only understand part of the truth.

"I have seen that Taoist priest who was at the seventh level of God's divine level was only a little bit long to enter the realm of subduing the moon, but he was deviled because he could not get rid of a memory a thousand years ago and died."

Mu Xingqiu was silent for a while, "What does this have to do with me? What does it have to do with Duanliu City?"

"Stop thinking about today's battle. The dead are gone. You will soon see more deaths. The demon army is about to come. This time, there is a big demon sitting in the formation. You have attracted Qi Wushang's attention. The next battle will be a hundred times more difficult than today."

"Has the Ancestor Tower been repaired yet?"

"not yet."

"Can't you...provide more help? Even if you want to put Lanqizhang on the battlefield."

"No, Lanqizhang can't go to the battlefield, you have to find help from other places. But I can provide you with something else."

Zuo Liuying's illusion came over, reached out and pressed Mu Xingqiu's forehead, but looked at the young demon floating behind him, as if he could see it.

"The two legs are used to walk, they are not the destination; boats and cars are used to ride, you always have to come down to continue the journey; thoughts are used to enhance inner alchemy, which is quiet and dynamic, but you will not use the thoughts of quiet to fight; by the same token, leading the nine transformations of beasts is a means to achieve illusions, the boxing technique of movement is used to fight the enemy, and you are squandering the roots and the ends."

Mu Xingqiu's heart suddenly moved.

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