Battle of Jin Province...
Qi WuHuo There were ripples in his heart, and the middle-aged Daoist man had a gentle smile, which was his habitual expression when he was greeted and sent off.
But the look in his eyes when he looked at young Daoist was compassionate and complicated. He seemed to have guessed something from Qi WuHuo's emotional fluctuations, but he didn't say anything. He just smiled and said, "Anyway, the little Daoist priest made a big deal for our Dao League today, and he also solved the problem that had been backlogged for such a long time."
"It should be a good addition."
"Rice dealers all say that if there is no point, there will be no trade; if there is no point, there will be no trade."
"We are a Daoist alliance, which can also be regarded as half a business alliance, as it should be."
When he came back to get the writing paper, Qi WuHuo had already calmed down the turbulent emotions in his heart, at least on the surface, he just said, "Pindao wants to ask the Dao League to investigate something. I don't know how many Dao League transaction points are needed?"
The middle-aged Daoist said gently, "What are you investigating?"
Qi WuHuo was silent for a moment and said, "I have a gentleman who was lost in Jinzhou. When I saw him walking into the Demon Kingdom, there was Ming Zhen Dao Alliance's flag in the crack., Since there are countless people alive in the Dao League, I want to ask... is it possible to find this gentleman of mine?" What he wanted to ask was, Ming Zhen Dao Alliance has saved so many people, is there a gentleman among these people?
The middle-aged Daoist nodded and said, "... This is not a big matter, the Daoist Alliance will handle it."
"I will inform the Daoist Alliance within the Daoist Alliance for you."
"We have a directory and can look it up for you as to how much it will cost."
The middle-aged man handed the file in his hand to Qi WuHuo and said, "No need."
"Just as the leader said."
"Businessmen also have moral principles. If you don't follow the path of ruthlessness, how can you judge everything in terms of money?"
"Daoist Master, if there is news in the future, I will pass it on to the Daoist League with a secret method. Then you can go to any of the thirteen places of our Daoist League in Kyushu and get the news."
Central Province Prefecture City There is a village outside. There is a family in the village, and there lives a person who the whole village hates.
It's not just his appearance that's disgusting--
Of course, there are some reasons for that appearance.
It looks like a piece of it has been chewed on the face!
Ugly! He is ugly and terrifying, and he does not smile. His eyes are like iron. People say that when he smiles, he will definitely be more terrifying. The muscles and bones on his face are twitching, like a monster. Apart from being ugly, there is another thing, that is, he is a man with a broken leg.
Both legs are broken.
When walking, rely on your hands to support the ground and move.
His arms are extremely thick and powerful.
So it looks more like a monster.
Of course, this is just what children say. Adults don't judge people by their appearance, at least that's what they claim. They hate this man just because he is an extremely drunkard. Everything in the house is replaced by alcohol. When he wakes up every day, he puts himself on a wooden board with his arms and drags himself forward with his arms.
Changed the wine.
The most bitter, turbid and cheapest wine, drink it from morning to night, make half-cooked meals when you are hungry, and then swallow it wholeheartedly, as long as you don't die, because today's saints have promulgated <Edict of Ascension>, so there are subsidies for these lonely and disabled people, but no matter what is sent, whether it is rice, flour, grain, oil, or utensils, this man will replace it with dirty wine.
It was as if he wanted to drown himself in the drink!
"I heard that he is a man of military merit and even served as a captain."
Some people do say so.
But I also heard that this man's distant relatives also came to look for him, and there was a lot of quarrel that day.
After that, no one came to look for him again.
When young Daoist came to this village, the head of the village told him all these things while leading the way. He kept leaning on the ground with the crutch in his hand and cursed, "He is a rotten person. He only knows how to drink and has a bad temper. Everyone who tries to help him with good intentions will be scolded by him. When they help him cook, they all say it tastes bad. It tastes bad."
"Why are you so picky about what you want to eat?"
"This man is drunk to death!"
"I only say that I have killed monsters when I am drunk."
"Ha, just like that? It's more like being chopped by a monster!"
Walking all the way, old village chief complained all the way, and finally stopped, pointed to a house far away, and said, "No, it's right there, wow, I've already smelled such a smell wine Qi before I even walked over. This old boy, maybe he started drinking when we came together..."
"No, maybe you drank all night, don't throw up!"
Old village chief cursed and walked over, picked up his crutch and smashed the door. "Hey! Hey!"
"Old monster!"
"An old friend and disciple of yours is here to see you, go out!"
"Did you hear that?! Open the door!"
After knocking for a while, the door was pushed open from the inside with a bang. Old village chief was very experienced. He turned his steps to one side and ducked. He was a man in his sixties. However, he was still as agile as a young man. He avoided a person who staggered out and wine Qi. It was seen that he did have no legs, his face was messy, and his eyes were cloudy.
His head is full of white hair and his face is full of wrinkles.
Old village chief sighed and said, "It's him. I know he may be different from your impression, but it is indeed him. Don't think that you have made a mistake."
"This guy is only in his fifties."
"When I first came to the village, I was forty-eight, and I looked the same as someone in my thirties."
"Although he has no legs, he looks strong at first glance, and his eyes look like two gleams of light, but he will grow old quickly."
"In seven years, before the tree has grown, the man will have aged terribly."
He was already a little old, so he felt the same way. He poked the old 'monster' with his crutch and said, "Get up quickly, don't sleep. Someone is coming to see you. Why don't you greet you quickly..." Then he got closer and said in his ear, "Do you really want to die here alone without anyone to take care of you?"
"Why don't you get up quickly!"
The man then raised his head, his eyes were groggy, as if he had never woken up.
The wrinkles on his face were intertwined with scars and bite marks, making him look like a monster found in nightmares. He glanced at Qi WuHuo, muttered something, and said, "Do you have any wine?"
The resident scolded him.
Young Daoist looked at the dazed man and said gently:
"I'll buy it."
He went to buy wine and meat and came back, but the man did not eat vegetables, but only drank wine. He treated the good dishes in the village as if they were old shoes. Old village chief was so angry that he gritted his teeth. After drinking like this for seven years, Qi WuHuo saw that his home was really empty, with nothing.
Not to mention a cabinet, there is not even a bed, just some weeds piled up together. Every day when you are drunk, you lie down, you drink when you sober, and you go shopping after drinking.
Everything that can be exchanged or pawned at home has been pawned neatly.
Qi WuHuo borrowed other people's houses to cook some food.
The old, sick and disabled old man only drank wine and said, "This wine is not good, and the rice is not good, but the wine is still drinkable... at least it has some taste, little guy, I don't know where you came from, but you have to know that I have nothing. If I have any other ideas, it will be a wrong calculation."
The chief said anxiously, "You idiot!"
"Little brother, don't listen to what he says, he has something, he has something."
Then he urged the old man who was drinking wine urgently, "Don't you have that iron scroll of military merit?"
old man expressionless. "Sold."
Li Chang was stunned and said angrily, "Sold? What did you sell it for?!"
old man took a sip of wine and burped twice. "Sell it to buy wine... that thing has only this use."
The old man with broken legs and a ferocious face had a calm expression and cloudy eyes. When he talked about this, he took another sip of wine and threw away the crutch in his hand, stumbling out, in anger at the mayor who cared about him for the rest of his life. This old man looked the same as before. He just drank and seemed to be drunk to death in this turbid wine.
Rotten people, monsters, drunkards.
He doesn't care.
The events of that year were always tumbling in his mind, and only drinking could make him forget these things for a short time. The smell of the turbid wine was pungent, because the wine was not mellow, so when he was drunk, it was like an iron stick piercing his brain, making him just want to lie on the pile of withered grass, like a corpse. When he closed his eyes, all that flashed through his mind were the scenes he had seen in Jinzhou.
It's a great year of hunger, and people eat each other.
It is a monster that eats people, it is an arrow that pierces the flesh and blood of the people.
The sword slashed through the demon thief's head, blood splashed all over his face, and everyone's eyes turned red.
In front of him were Demon Race, the common people, but when he looked back, the cavalry blocked the road and no one else was allowed to cross. The Xuanjia, which he had once devoted all his life to, was now pointing its weapons in front of Jinzhou at the people who had vowed to exhaust all their protection. There was civil strife in the army in some areas. There was a mutiny between the army that decided to carry out military orders and the cavalry that decided to believe what they saw with their own eyes.
One side believed that blocking the road would cause people to die, which was ruthless. The other side believed in the order and believed that these people were mixed with demons. Letting them escape would inevitably lead to the destruction of several surrounding states and numerous casualties among the people. The two sides fought first, then pushed and shoved, and in the end they had no choice but to draw their swords.
The most ironic thing is that the military formations on both sides feel that they are drawing their swords for the sake of the people.
Fight to the death and never retreat.
So this time in the internal fighting, there was an astonishing battle-loss ratio.
With more than 70% casualties, they still refused to retreat.
The sword once pierced the chest of his comrade, and blood fell into his eyes. When the bearded man died, he still held his hand tightly and said that these people could not be allowed to pass. The order he received said that there were many demons among these people. Once this place was lost, the people of the world would suffer.
Who is right and who is wrong?
Is it those colleagues or myself...
Or...
He couldn't think or recall.
"Wine, give me wine..."
"Give me wine!"
He became furious.
The voice of young Daoist replied, "I'm cooking, you eat some."
"I want wine, wine, and whatever food I want, whatever I want!"
He crawled over, not caring about the dust and dirt on his face, and just picked up the wine and poured it into his mouth. Young Daoist was silent for a while and said gently, "You won't be able to hold on for long if you are like this. Even if your body was once strong enough to fight monsters, it is always wrong to indulge like this. It will be difficult to survive. You should cherish it."
old man laughed loudly, "Alive?"
"I would rather die than live! I should have died there back then, you know nothing, you know nothing, you know nothing..." He murmured, raising his neck to drink, but he never told what happened back then, he just drank and cursed.
Young Daoist cooked the food from the side and brought it over. old man was about to push it over as usual, but his movements suddenly stopped and his body stiffened. He lowered his head, his cloudy eyes widened, and his mind went blank as he looked at the simple meal and soup.
This meal is only made by farmers in Jinzhou.
He suddenly picked up the soup and raised his neck to eat it, murmuring, "It tastes like this, it tastes like this..."
"Jinzhou people, you are from Jinzhou."
"You are from Jinzhou, right? Jinzhou, Jinzhou."
Young Daoist looked at the suddenly panicked old man and said, "Well, seven years ago, I was nine years old."
"Nine years old, only nine years old, nine years old..."
old man stretched out his hand to touch young Daoist in front of him, but then took it back and patted his shoulder. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it at all. The expression on his face was trembling, with such a fierce expression, he seemed to be about to cry, but he couldn't. He just opened his mouth and his body was shaking like a fallen leaf.
Qi WuHuo didn't know what to say. The emotion was surging, and he finally just said, "I survived."
"A lot of people died, but a lot of people survived."
The old man with disabled legs suddenly burst into tears. He fell to the ground suddenly, tears streaming down his face.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"We failed to protect you."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
old man, who had a large piece missing on his face and had marks from swords and scratches, burst into tears. He pulled young Daoist, his body trembling, and he could only say three words, "I'm sorry."
In Jinzhou that year, thirteen Buddhist disciples burned the ancestor Sarira and tore open the way forward. The Daoist disciples had more than 600 sword cultivators incarnation. An army of cavalry disobeyed the order, cut the way forward and charged into the Demon Kingdom, there were only twenty-seven people who survived in the end. He finally saw a family, the boy was dead, the girl was dead, and the remaining child was still crying. But at that time, he was distracted and was attacked by a wolf monster, and his leg was bitten off by a wolf monster.
The broken leg was still connected with the muscles and bones, so he cut it off with his knife, and then he rushed to fight with that Demon Race, half of his face was gnawed off.
The heavy armor was shattered and he was covered with more than 30 wounds. When he was found, he was still holding his sword and holding a dead child in his arms. He seemed to be in a daze, but he roared in the direction of Capital City, kill the thief, kill the thief.
Young Daoist looked at the tearful old man in front of him, and subconsciously raised his hand to perform Abhaya Mudra, but finally put his hand down.
He just pressed his trembling palms with his palms, looked at the old soldier and said:
"Thank you..."
The old man burst into tears.