The result of greed for rushing to the night is that no matter how tired or regretful it is, he can only continue to move forward. Chen Xiuming is very tired, but he does not regret it, so he frequently urges the horse to move forward.

The stars shine in the sky, the frost on the ground spreads, and the wilderness is surprisingly bright, but when you look closely, you can't see anything clearly. Chen Xiuming stared at the figure ahead for a long time before he confirmed that they were really two people.

One old and one young, the old man looked at the back at about forty years old, and the young man was fifteen or sixteen years old. When he passed by, Chen Xiuming glanced at the thin old man's face, and was at least sixty years old. The young man looked beautiful and had fair skin, like a young man from a rich family, with a bag cross-body on his shoulders, following the old man, paying attention to his every move, and not squint.

Chen Xiuming was eager to rush to the road, and had already exceeded two people for dozens of steps, but stopped again. He was a kind-hearted ordinary man with two horses, but he turned a blind eye to the old man walking, and felt a little disgusted.

In the cold early autumn, I was almost in a hurry to see my family as I was, and Chen Xiumington felt sympathy.

"Are you two going to Huangjing? Why did you miss Sutou?" Chen Xiuming jumped off his horse and stood on the side of the road and asked politely.

To his surprise, kindness did not respond immediately. The old man seemed to not think too much about people. The young man raised his head and his eyes flashed like a wild beast. It was not until he walked within five steps that the old man's face showed a smile, "Your Excellency's two horses are good."

Chen Xiuming looked at his mount. This was obtained by him from Talang City. It was slightly larger than an ordinary mortal horse. The horse had already blessed some magic and talismans, but it was consumed a few days ago.

"If you don't dislike me, I can lend you one... If you really want to go to the imperial capital." Chen Xiuming began to regret that he was too troublesome because these two people did not have the enthusiasm of those who walked together at night.

The old man stopped. "It is indeed easier to have a horse to carry with him. How valuable is this horse?"

"No money is required, it is lent to you." Chen Xiuming felt more and more strange about these two people.

The old man nodded and stepped on the stirrups on the horse. His movements were more flexible than the young man in his 20s. Chen Xiuming was stunned for a moment, and also turned over to the horse, running side by side with the old man, and started to slow down. After finding that the young man on the ground could completely keep up, he accelerated slightly.

"I'm going down to the temple, what's my father-in-law called me? Should I return home or visit relatives when I go to Huangjing?" Chen Xiuming asked casually, not wanting to seem too cold.

But the old man did not answer according to the routine like ordinary people, but asked another question: "Did you come from the country of sacrificing life?"

"I returned to Beijing from the south... How do you think I came from the country of sacrificial power? The Holy Talisman Dynasty and the country of sacrificial power are fighting, and there are no humans there."

"Haha. I guessed it wrong. I know a little about horses. Your two mounts are authentic demon horses. They eat meat but not grass, drink alcohol but not water, and are rare in the Holy Talisman Dynasty."

Chen Xiuming suddenly realized and smiled and said, "My father has good eyesight. This is the demon horse. I heard that he was a royal mount in the sacrificial kingdom. The demon army was defeated in the city of Lang. A friend gave them to me."

"Tarang City was defeated. So, you were in Talang City at that time?"

Chen Xiuming sighed, "To be honest, I was arrested by a magician and almost died there. I escaped by chance. I am not in a hurry to go home. There is no news for more than two months, so my family must be in a hurry."

"If you survive the disaster, you will have good fortune. Just go home."

"Home." Chen Xiuming sighed again, "Actually, I moved to Huangjing two years ago. My home is in Duanliu City, and now it is the territory of the demon."

"Duanliu City." The old man's eyes lit up, "Who would have thought that the giant demon king had been unable to conquer the city for a long time, but was captured by the sacrificial country two years ago."

Chen Xiuming touched his thoughts. He moved before Duanliu City was captured. It was autumn at that time. He sat in the car and looked back frequently, his heart was cut by a knife. He still felt heartache today. Duanliu City was the second home comparable to Yelin Town, and it was more important than Pang Shan in his mind.

"There is no city without people. It is not Duanliu City that blocks the Giant Demon King, but the city guardians back then. Unfortunately, the person is no longer there." Chen Xiuming murmured.

The old man chuckled softly, "If the city guardians had known today, they would have regretted their foolish behavior back then?"

"Yumiying? Where did you start?" Chen Xiuming widened his eyes, confused, and a little angry.

"The city that was saved by life and death will still fall into the opponent a few years later. What is the significance of the sacrifice that year?"

Chen Xiuming's eyes became wider and wider. He was not good at arguing, but he couldn't say it. After walking silently for a while, he said: "I know that I will die sooner or later, and I still have to live well. I know that money will flow into other people's pockets sooner or later, and I still have to work hard to make money to support my family. Moreover, the city guards could not predict what happened later. You said that was foolish. Do you know how many people were inspired? How many people were still singing "The General's Journey"? I remember Qingqing Chuchu, when the giant demon king attacked Xijie Kingdom, everyone was frightened and just ran away. Even the king ran away. It seemed that the sky was about to collapse. But this time, the country of sacrifice attacked, there were more demon soldiers and more powerful forces. Humans were defeated repeatedly, but even if they lost Duanliu City, they were not as panicked as before. Why? Because a group of people have proved that demon soldiers are not invincible. Without the help of the Taoist ruling, they can defeat powerful enemies. These people were the defenders of Duanliu City back then."

Chen Xiuming was a little excited, and his lips were trembling after he finished speaking.

The old man smiled and nodded, "What you said makes sense, but if the rumors are correct, the final decision of the battle of Duanliu City is a female Taoist priest. She sacrificed herself and emitted a strong light to destroy the Demon Fire Mountain. Without her, the power of mortals and a group of lower Taoist priests would never be able to stop the demon army."

Chen Xiuming was very surprised. Everyone in the world knew about the Battle of Duanliu City. Most of them heard of it, and few people knew the details at that time.

"The female Taoist priest is named Qin Lingshuang." Chen Xiuming said solemnly, "She has created miracles, and there will be people who will create miracles in the future, but the time has not come."

"Are you sure?" The old man smiled quite interested, and it was not an exaggeration to say it was ridiculous.

"I'm sure." Chen Xiuming raised his head and said proudly, "I have seen some people in Tralang City. They are willing to sacrifice their lives and defend the territory and dignity of mankind. They have created a miracle, regained the city from the demons, and launched a counterattack on the sacrificial kingdom. In the Holy Talisman Dynasty, in the vassal states, on the sea, in the land of demons, there are such humans everywhere, as well as ancient gods..."

Chen Xiuming took out a wooden statue from his arms and said respectfully: "As I saw with my own eyes, a statue turned into the person I admire the most, killing half of the demon. Some people become demons, and some people become gods. Isn't this a miracle?"

The old man just nodded.

Chen Xiuming was so excited that he couldn't stop talking. He pointed his hand in front, "A miracle happened in this imperial capital. Queen Xun has experienced ups and downs over the years. He was almost demoted when he was a crown princess half a year ago, but now he is the queen. Before I was captured, a large number of treacherous ministers were imprisoned, and loyal people were in power. From princes and nobles to the people, they all took a pity for peace of mind, "Her Xun is here. Huang is here."

"I heard that when I came from the north, it was very interesting." The old man said.

Chen Xiuming felt that he had convinced the old man. He felt much more comfortable. After a while, he asked: "My father came from the north. How is the battle situation there? I was anxious along the way and didn't hear much news."

"It's still the same." The old man said calmly, without any interest in a war that affects the life and death of mankind. "The army of sacrificial countries occupied the East and West countries. The sword was aimed at the southeast and confronted a large army of the Holy Talisman Dynasty thousands of miles away from the imperial capital. There has been no battle for six or seven months. I remember that the prince ascended the throne half a year ago. He fought a small victory, and the old emperor gave way to him."

"A small victory?" Chen Xiuming stared at him again, "The prince personally fought, and all the great talisman masters of the Longbin Association led 30,000 talisman masters to participate in the battle. Five hundred thousand yellow talisman troops, purple talisman troops, and Xuanfu troops lined up by the river and defeated the demon army of the country, which made them dare not fight again for half a year. Do you think that was a 'small victory'?"

"Maybe my expectations are too high." The old man's voice was still plain, without any argument. "The demon army of the country sacrificed its life was defeated, but it was not defeated. It has not fought for half a year, but it is just accumulating strength. Although the Holy Talisman Dynasty defeated, it retreated to the river and defended it, and has not recovered the lost territory so far. So I said this is a small victory."

Chen Xiuming was silent for a while, "What you said makes sense, but I believe that only Queen Ci Huang is still there, and it is inevitable to recover the old place. The country of sacrificing life is just a lackey of the demon clan and cannot last long. The real powerful enemy of mankind is the group of monsters in Wangshan."

The cold light flashed in the eyes of the young man walking on the ground, but the old man didn't care. He laughed a few times and suddenly strangled the horse, "Is there Huangjing ahead?"

Before we knew it, a long journey was over. Chen Xiuming and his friends stopped on a small hill. The imperial capital was more than ten miles away. Although it was the second half of the night, the city was brightly lit inside and outside the city, and the highest light was even more than a hundred feet high. The entire imperial capital was like a mountain made up of stars.

It is not for celebration or show-off, but for alertness and guard against each light point. Each talisman represents a talisman spell.

"Ah, I'm finally back." Chen Xiuming breathed a long sigh, "Don't worry, the city gate will not open until dawn."

"Please go slowly, I won't be with you anymore."

The old man was supported by the young man to dismount.

Chen Xiuming looked around and saw that it was a wilderness and there was no one around. "Although it was not far away, it was not convenient to walk. It was only one or two hours before dawn, and you wouldn't be able to walk."

The old man smiled and shook his head, "I've arrived. Go, humans, whip the demon horses and make them run faster, and maybe they still have time to see your family."

Chen Xiuming stared at the old man and the young man in surprise. He suddenly understood something, ran away with his horse, and his heart was beating wildly. He remembered that there was a yellow talisman outpost a few miles ahead, and maybe it was still time... He felt strange, why did the two demon clans not be discovered in the arrival of so many talismans in the imperial capital?

The old man looked at the imperial capital from afar and sighed: "Isn't it beautiful?"

"It's beautiful." said the boy dullly.

"Beauty, often arouses the destruction, I have seen the magnificent scene of flames burning, the smoke rolling, the houses are about to collapse, and humans are running around like ants, and screaming is a compliment for destruction."

"Do you have to wait a while?" The young man looked up at the human back, and the old man seemed to have some affection for him.

"Hope is always beautiful, let him feel destruction with hope."

The young man understood, untied the burden on his body, took out a ring crown from it, held it in both hands, and put it on the old man respectfully.

There are dozens of small snake-shaped erected on the crown. Experienced people will know that this crown belongs to the King of Sacrifice.

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