Shen Jixian arrived at Duanliu City in the early morning. In the afternoon of that day, the army of the Holy Talisman Dynasty also arrived. As soon as he set up a camp in Dongjieguo, he sent someone to invite the Taoist priests to gather.

Talisman Liu Ding walked into the inn courtyard and couldn't help but show off the changes on his head to the Taoists. "The three-level crown, the highest nine-level crown of Talisman, are all rising one level at a time, and there are very few people who surpass them. But I went from the first level to the third level. Ha, a month ago, I was drunk in the tavern, who would have thought that I would be today?"

Liu Ding didn't drink, but his thin face was flushed. He deliberately lowered his head to let everyone appreciate the three-level crown of the Talisman Master.

The talisman crown is round in front and back, made of crimson lacquer yarn, with golden glitter powder glued on it, and there is a braided golden rope in the middle of each layer, which looks very gorgeous. The Taoist priests nodded politely, but Liu Ding became more and more excited, and his eyes turned to Yang Qingyin without realizing it, "The Taoist priests also have the ninth level of realm. You are the third level of inhalation, so are I. We are equal now."

"But we don't wear hats." Yang Qingyin looked around and didn't understand why the talisman master said this to him. "No matter how many levels of realm, the appearance is the same."

"It is useful to have some differences in appearance. It is clear that the superiors and inferiors determine the superiors and inferiors, otherwise the rules will be messed up." Liu Ding said seriously, quite a bit of comment on the Taoist dynasty.

"We can't decide on this kind of thing. Are you here to promote hats? We don't need it for the time being." Yang Qingyin said coldly.

Liu Ding's face turned redder and he smiled embarrassedly, "No, it has nothing to do with the hat." He tidied up his clothes and said in a formal tone: "I am hereby order from Longbin Society to invite all the fellow Taoists to the military camp to discuss strategies to deal with the demon army."

Yang Qingyin yawned, "It's enough to make General Mu come forward. We are all tired and want to rest. I still have to dream of becoming the emperor."

Liu Ding was very embarrassed. Yang Qingyin had already turned around and left. Taoist priest Pangshan moved back to the inn again, each with his own rooms, and the other Taoist priests were not interested. In the end, Mu Xingqiu was the only one left in the courtyard.

"I'll go with you, I can make some decisions." Mu Xingqiu said that Shen Jixian, the first person in the Five Elements Department, did not want to interfere in secular affairs. He felt that Mu Xingqiu had always done a good job, so he let him take charge of everything, just like Zuo Liuying.

But the feeling is still different. The two first-ranked officers will fight in person. Mu Xingqiu is like a deacon who is responsible for delivering messages. He no longer has to worry about how to deal with powerful enemies, and no longer has to worry about how many people his decision may kill. After more than a month of extremely difficult times, he really likes his current state.

"Don't General Mu rides on the Qilin? Everyone in the Longbin Society wants to meet him. This time, Zuo Fu's great talisman master led the team, with more than 460 people. There are thirteen great talisman masters in the Longbin Society of the Imperial Capital. Zuo Fu is only one level worse than the chief. He is considered the second largest talisman master in the world, and is equivalent to... the first in the Taoist sect."

Liu Ding kept emphasizing the important position of Zuo Fu's great talisman master. Mu Xingqiu interrupted him with a smile: "Qilin is not polite, so it is better not to take it. Taoism does not pay much attention to the superiority and inferiority. If we go to the head, we will offend people even more."

Liu Ding laughed awkwardly, "It's enough to have General Mu."

There was a small team of cavalry waiting outside the gate, but Mu Xingqiu prefers walking, so all the soldiers dismounted and greeted General Mu respectfully.

Duanliu City was bustling with people, the streets were filled with useless garbage, and a large number of refugees were pouring in. It was already far beyond the capacity of the city. Many people could only find a small amount of food all day long, but everyone was still happy. The victory of the war temporarily offset the hunger in their stomachs. Everyone was cherishing the surviving life, even if this life was protesting.

Wherever Mu Xingqiu passed, the crowd would always become quiet, consciously move away, and stare silently, as if the sound would be louder and would scare General Mu away.

"He is not strong at all, how could he be a general?" A child asked loudly, and the adults hurriedly blocked him behind him.

The half of Mu Xingqiu's little head was revealed and said with a smile: "Because I have a sword that is bigger than others." He turned slightly and showed the big sword behind him.

The child raised his wooden sword and compared it carefully for a while, "Well! You are the general."

The crowd smiled, the tension and awe suddenly disappeared, and everyone rushed forward, trying to see more clearly, but still leaving a narrow passage.

"My son is a soldier of the Xuanfu Army." An old man with a loud voice said excitedly, "He said General Mu is a good person!"

Mu Xingqiu nodded and smiled at the old man, and suddenly felt a hint of uncontrollable sadness from the excitement of the crowd. The source was the old man, so he understood that the Xuanfu Army soldier who praised him had died on the battlefield. As a Taoist priest who did not believe in ghosts and gods, he did not know how to comfort his father who lost his son. He could only say: "Every Xuanfu Army soldier is a rare warrior, please be proud of your son."

The old man grinned and looked around with his head held high, and he felt proud.

Mu Xingqiu speeded up, a big guy squeezed out of the crowd and shouted: "General Mu, do you still remember me? I'm Tietou."

Mu Xingqiu remembered this man. During the seven-day curse, he was walking in the front and leading the crowd to surround the military camp. However, he was not a spy of the demon, but was only influenced by the demon.

"Remember."

Tietou didn't think anything was wrong with what he did at the beginning. His face was full of flesh and blood, with a childlike smile. "Some people said that the princess bought a large piece of territory from Tokisui and let us settle down in the family and establish a business. Some people said that Duanliu City was the last city in Xisui. It was safe to stay here. I would be driven away sooner or later in other people's places. You can make an idea for us."

Tietou's words resonated with everyone, and everyone nodded and said yes, hoping that General Mu would make an idea.

"Aspect the princess's arrangements." Mu Xingqiu had no clear idea in his heart, because he didn't know how long the princess' occupation of Tosukeguo could last.

"Then cross the river, it belongs to Xijieguo now!" Tietou shouted loudly, so the crowd followed Mu Xingqiu and moved towards the bridge. Soon after, the rumor turned into General Mu's request that everyone take refuge in the east.

It is very interesting to track the changes in the crowd's emotions, just like flying high above and looking down at a willful and enthusiastic river, rushing to the hardest rock without hesitation, and not being distressed after being forced to change direction, but instead stirring up waves to celebrate.

This is the object of the use of the illusion of the mind. Mu Xingqiu's power is still too weak and he can only guide him a little. He thought that when he could move mountains and fill the seas on the human heart, he would probably be considered a qualified illusionist. After that, there would be more powerful Taoist priests and demons. Their emotions were carefully and firmly protected, and it would be difficult to penetrate, let alone guide or change.

Apart from a set of nine transformations of beasts and dozens of less important mantras, Mu Xingqiu knew very little about the practice of the illusion of the mind, and the entire Taoist sect probably did not leave much correct records, but now he vaguely saw a path. It will continue to extend deep into the human heart, and every time he goes deeper, it will greatly enhance the power of the illusion.

After crossing the bridge, the crowd scattered and the road was not so crowded. The talisman master Liu Ding suddenly took a few steps, turned around and bowed formally to Mu Xingqiu, and then said, "Please forgive General Mu for your rudeness and absurdity in the inn. I am just a mortal, and sometimes... I will be proud."

Mu Xingqiu laughed and pulled Liu Ding's arm forward, "Then let's get carried away. Like the triple crown, this is the reward you deserve."

Liu Ding smiled embarrassedly. His steps became much easier. After a while, he looked back at the soldiers behind him and whispered: "It is said that Lord Zuo Fu has many strategies and is the think tank of the Longbin Society of the Imperial Capital. General Mu must be careful."

Among the several armies watching the battle, the 20,000 troops of the Holy Fun Dynasty reacted the fastest, and the 5,000 vanguards rushed to Higashikiku in less than a day. By the way, they brought back all the wounded soldiers of Higashikiku. Their barracks were on the shore, and a large number of soldiers and the people were filling the trenches dug by Higashikiku before, overturning those useless walls, showing a strong atmosphere of decisive battle. The troops behind were still arriving one after another.

Mu Xingqiu looked around and saw the banners of the Holy Talisman Dynasty floating everywhere, with various talismans embroidered on them, which looked like words and pictures. It is said that they are the original character "天" and are also a symbol of the royal family.

Except for the endless stream of people, there are almost no traces of the two countries. Both teams were blocked by the flags, and the dynasty's logo blocked the sky and the sun.

As the princess expected, the robber of the Victory Fruit arrived, and it was very powerful. If she hadn't taken the lead, Tosukeku might have no place to stand.

The military camp was relatively close to the bridge, and Mu Xingqiu and others arrived soon, but the people waiting under the gate of the military camp became a little impatient.

Chen Zhiwei changed into a gorgeous official uniform. When he saw General Mu from afar, he immediately greeted him and greeted him enthusiastically. It seemed that the previous conflict had never existed. He even wanted to hold his arm intimately to express his deep fighting friendship.

Mu Xingqiu could accept hypocritical etiquette, but he could not go too far, so he avoided it lightly, letting the city guards rush into the barracks, and Liu Dinghu was by his side, so that Chen Zhiwei would no longer be able to get close to him.

The army of the Holy Talisman Dynasty is called the Yellow Talisman Army, but the armor is also black, but there is a yellow Talisman on the top of the helmet and the chest of the armor to indicate their identity. The soldiers were obviously very curious about the Taoist priests, but they were all reserved, and they did not keep an eye on them, nor did they come to watch.

The military camp was established hastily, but it was not messy at all. The main tent looked like a small palace, and the interior was even more magnificent. When it was stepped on by a thick felt carpet, it seemed like it was in the clouds. Mu Xingqiu felt like he had entered the core area of ​​the Demon Fire Mountain again.

Many officials and generals of Xijie Country were there, including Huang Duwei, who had just been promoted. He showed great respect to General Mu, and snatched him in a few steps, gave him a big gift, and then guided him to the tent in front.

There were also many generals from the Holy Talisman Dynasty. They were all wearing extremely eye-catching armor, some of which were even made of golden souls and silver souls. They were priceless and had a stunning shape. Each person's body was at least twice as large. One of them stood a pair of golden wings behind him.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't help but wonder why these people had to spend all their efforts to dress themselves up as the demon clan. Since ancient times, the demon clan has been suppressed, but it has only recently shown its surprising strength.

The generals were more reserved than the soldiers. They kept their eyes on the faces of the guests for a moment and said hello. The emotions in the entire tent were divided into two extremes. One was the awe of the people in Xijie Kingdom, and the other was the disdain and suspicion of the generals of the Holy Talisman Dynasty.

The person sitting in the main seat at the bottom did not show any emotion. The illusion of thoughts was like a stone sinking into the sea, and had no effect on him.

It was a man with short limbs but long face, wearing a towering nine-level crown, and did not get up. He smiled at Mu Xingqiu and said, "It's been seven years, but I didn't expect to meet General Mu again here."

Mu Xingqiu was shocked and he also recognized the other party.

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