The defeats in the past few days have made the rank and rank section lose face. As for the elders, they were always silent, so the atmosphere in the hall was particularly solemn.

Just when everyone was at a loss, the elder with broken eyebrows on the right side of the sect master suddenly spoke: "Is it war or peace, but can you have eyebrows?"

I saw that he was wearing a dark robe with a golden unicorn coat of arms, his hair color was white and his spirit was strong. This person is Pei Ji, the great elder who is one of the "Three Sages of Nanhua" and is known as the Sword Immortal.

After hearing this, an elder was filled with anger, and he took the case and said, "Why do you need to discuss it again? If we don't send troops to meet them, we will only die. ”

But this man was about fifty years old, with a full mouth and a bald head, and chubby cheeks with slender eye slits. He is Fan Yue, one of the Ten Elders, who has always been impatient by nature.

Another elder wearing a loose green robe with crane hair and a childish face shook his head and said slowly: "If you fight, you will lose, so it is better to negotiate peace with them." ”

"Xie Xun, if you are greedy for life and afraid of death, just say it. The old man will not be like you, and he will be in this Changle City. Fan Yue said angrily, "Besides, if I remember correctly, the fallen Jiannan Jiedu made Qin Banjie and you are brothers-in-law, I didn't expect you to be so ruthless!"

Xie Xun, who was also an elder, looked calm and relaxed, and replied with righteousness and awe: "How can I, Xie Mou, mislead the country and harm the people because of this in order to avenge my own personal enmity? Since the past war of the Sun Eater, my country has been at war with the Ghost Rong State, and since then the people's strength has withered, and the prosperity is different from the past.

"Now, there are hundreds of millions of people in the thirteen states of Taichen, and the seven famous generals are all brave and good at fighting. The left general Dugu Ye and the seventh general Li Yixuan led only one million troops, and the siege of the city was like entering a no-man's land. If there is an all-out war, how can we withstand Taichen's heroes? If we do not make peace, it will be difficult for the country to grow. ”

"But if you negotiate peace with them, how much land do you have to cut?" How many people do you have to offer?" Fan Yue's eyes suddenly burst into flames, and he argued with reason: "Monsters are often greedy and untrustworthy, and peace talks are just to stop the boiling soup, and it is difficult to ensure long-term peace and stability." What if the enemy comes back in the future?"

"Elder Fan is worried about the country and the people, and his heart is commendable. And Elder Xie's advocacy of peace is also an opportunity. ”

Great Elder Pei Ji suddenly turned around and said, "Senior brother, what do you think of this matter?"

At this time, everyone couldn't help but follow his gaze and cast their eyes to the other end of the long case.

An old man with brows and hair sat on the left side of the sect master, silently looking at his left palm resting on his lap. He is the Sword Saint Zhong Liyi. This person is from the same door as the Sword Immortal Pei Ji and the Sect Master Jun Shoule, and they are all kendo masters. The cultivation between the three is not equal, so they are called the "Three Sages of Nanhua" by the world.

After pondering for a moment, the old sword saint replied solemnly: "This time, the Taichen Kingdom is moving eastward, and it is naturally determined to be in the world. Now that Longyou and Jiannan have been lost, the enemy army is arrogant, and I foolishly think that negotiating peace at this time will be unfavorable to me. ”

"The enemy is outnumbered, why fight?" Xie Xun looked at the other party coldly, and suddenly became confused.

"The mountains and rivers are still there, and the plants and trees are all soldiers. There are more than 100,000 disciples of Guan Jing, and they can't go into battle to kill the enemy. ”

At this time, a female elder wearing a red feather robe touched the weapon in her hand, and said in a peaceful tone: "Good, what the Sword Saint said is extremely true, and the concubine seconded it. ”

This person's name is Mo Wanqing, and he is also one of the top ten elders of the Taiyao Sect.

I saw that the crow's feet around her eyes were extremely shallow, and it looked like it was still charming.

The same is true of the old man's words. Fan Yue echoed.

After hearing this, there were three or two chattering, and the rest were silent, with different expressions and different thoughts.

"If you want to go to war, you should send a general to frustrate its spirit first to boost the morale of the army. And then slowly and slowly, the recovery of the rivers and mountains is just around the corner. Sword Immortal Pei Ji couldn't help but sigh and said, "It's a pity that the three of us have to take turns guarding the former Ghost Rong Country Lord Yuan Qi who is trapped on the Corpse Origin Mountain. And Yu Wentao and Qin Banjie are my generals, and they still died tragically to the enemy, who dares to lead the troops?"

Everyone was silent about this, and shook their heads for a while.

After seeing this, Huainan Jiedu made Han Chengzhi take the lead in breaking the dead silence, and took the initiative to ask for help, saying: "The old man is willing to ask for his life to fight." ”

"The old general is old, and if he makes a mistake, it will damage his prestige. ”

A young man with a purple and gold crown and a silver dragon pattern fine scale armor looked around at everyone and arched his hand: "Although a certain person is not talented, he is willing to be loyal to the country." ”

I saw that this person was handsome and long, but he looked quite heroic. He is Yang Xian, who was born in a famous family, and is currently the envoy of the Huaibei Festival.

"Although the little general's martial arts are high, he is not good at killing, and I am afraid it will be difficult to take on a big responsibility. A middle-aged man with a tall nose and eyes as sharp as an eagle falcon suddenly let out a mocking laugh and said, "Besides, that Dugu Ye and Li Yixuan are famous generals in Taichen, if they fight against them, I don't know if the little general's sword is sharp?"

This person's name is Zhang Xiu, and he is now serving as the envoy of the Lingnan Festival.

Many years ago, in the triennial Lingshan Guild of Taiyao Sect, he was defeated by Yang Heng, the former Huaibei Jiedu envoy, so he has always hated him, and since then he has been at odds with him everywhere. Even since his son Yang Xianzhen guarded Huaibei Road, it has not changed because of this.

"The old man dares to underestimate me?" Yang Xian suddenly raised his sword and said angrily: "If you ask if the sword is sharp, you will know if you want to try it first." ”

At this time, Ji Dong Jiedu made Cui Qianguang slowly get up, raised his hand to press on the hilt of Yang Xian's sword, and shook his head slightly at him. After Yang Xian understood, he forcibly stopped the anger that had been stagnant in his heart and sat down indignantly.

Pei Jizheng held his chin with crossed clasped hands and said, "Since Lord Zhang thinks this move is inappropriate, he must have another opinion. ”

"It is foolish to think that only people who have both ability and political integrity can serve the public. Zhang Xiu replied: "However, looking at the borders, it must be 'Nanhua Shuangjie', I don't know what you think?"

"The Northern Underworld Festival makes Feng Wei and the Hanzhong Festival makes Lu Wencheng a dragon and a phoenix among people. These two people are humanistic and martial, and they have the talent to go through the heavens and latitudes. If they are willing to fight for their country, the disaster may be solved. Pei Ji pondered for a moment and said, "It's just that they don't ask about the government, how can this be good?"

It turned out that at the beginning of the establishment of the Nanhua Kingdom, Li Boyang, the ancestor of the Taiyao Sect, in order to obtain the support of the four Yang families, promised that after his descendants became the head of the family, he would be able to inherit the position of Jiedu envoy, and the fief where his clan was located was only nominally subordinate to the Nanhua Kingdom, and in essence it was still assigned to its autonomy.

Except for the unforgivable felony of defending against the demon clan together, or the two unforgivable felonies of intent to rebel and collusion with the enemy nation, the armies of other regions are not allowed to offend their sacred territory. Therefore, they have always divided one side and did not obey the orders of the court.

Only the predecessor Huaibei Jiedu made Yang Heng gain favor from the suzerain in the past, and he was able to survive in the War of Eclipsing the Sun. Therefore, when he was dying, he ordered his son Yang Xian to support Yu Jun Shoule. During his reign, the call must come, and the war must obey.

"It's not that hard. ”

"Oh, I want to hear about it. ”

"The father of Fengyu was killed by Dugu Hong in the past, and this son did not want to take revenge. Moreover, now that the enemy army has conquered Longyou, Beiming is naturally the first to bear the brunt. Zhang Xiu continued to explain: "As for Lu Wencheng, he once studied martial arts under the Sword Saint, and he was gentle and affectionate. If the old sword saint sees him and lobbied him to fight the enemy together, he will not dare to resign. ”

"You must not do anything to negotiate peace. The figure under the shadow of the lamp Huo Ran got up, holding the token of the sect master, Haotian Order, and shouted in a loud voice: "I have made up my mind, and I will officially declare war on the Taichen Kingdom from now on, and I will not give up unless I recapture my homeland." ”

This man's eyes have faded with time, but in that old face, there is a brilliance of fortitude and wisdom. He is the lord of Nanhua and the suzerain of the Taiyao Sect, Jun Shoule.

Seeing this, the elders and the envoys of the festival echoed and shouted impassionedly: "Obey the decree of the sect master. ”

At this moment, the world is like a furnace, and the smell of death is everywhere.

The black-brown smoke was engulfed with sparks, and the image of the city was distorted in the sky.

The remains of the dead withered in the rising firelight, and from time to time there was a sound of peeling and peeling.

A young man suddenly felt dizzy when he saw this strange scene of the end times. Then, as he struggled in the face of the heat, he looked at the gate in front of him and muttered to himself, "How is ......that possible?" Nanyang Gate. ”

Then, in the distance, a stork's arrow pierced through the clouds, and the yellow pillar of smoke extended its trajectory.

This is a signal that the second line of defense has been breached by the demon clan.

Feng Wei's heart beat violently, and he turned his head suddenly.

At the same moment, the army of black and suppressed demon clans appeared from the horizon, and its momentum was like a tide.

Suddenly, the golden drums at the head of the city were noisy, and the Northern Cavalry in an array began to fight out of the pass.

I saw that they were all heroic, and the waist knives in their hands were shining with a cold cold light, and they rode their horses across the stone bridge over the moat, transformed into a trident-like formation, and slaughtered into the enemy's army.

"Why is this happening? Isn't it all over?"

When Feng Yu stood by the moat and watched his reflection in the water return to his childishness, he suddenly woke up and ran towards the city gate with vigorous steps.

It wasn't until he ascended the city tower that the familiar figure in front of him suddenly turned his head and asked him, "Didn't I let you study with Taifu in the Chongwen Pavilion?"

"Father, ......" Feng Yu couldn't help but show a look of disbelief and walked towards the other party. At this time, a subtle dragon chant from the distant sky pierced through the heavens and the earth, lingering in his ears for a long time.

For a while, a strong wind and sand blew in the face, and the clouds under the sunny day covered the sky.

He immediately raised his face and watched the golden demon shadow descend like a god.

The golden dragon slammed its white wings into folding, and then coiled along the perimeter of the long mound, and looked down at Zheng'an City with a squinting gaze, as if all beings should have surrendered to its feet.

"Dugu Hong, don't come unharmed. ”

"It's not easy for you to practice, if you are willing to return to Taichen. Not only can Lone give you a title, but he can even keep the people of your city safe. ”

"How can a great husband break his covenant at will?"

"Could it be that you are not afraid of death?" said Daozhi Emperor Dugu Hong.

"Be loyal to the country, even if you die, you will still be glorious. Feng Qi, who was the envoy of the Northern Underworld Festival at the time, replied calmly.

"It's stupid!" the Ying dragon then roared angrily in the sky, his body shining with golden light. "That being the case, the lonely man razed the land to the ground. ”

Then I saw it rise up and hover back and forth over Zheng'an City.

After the fortified walls were destroyed in the purple dragon flames, the swarmed enemy army swept away the previous slump and scrambled towards the city.

"You'er, follow the clan elders out of here. ”

"Father, I also want to join you in the battle to kill the enemy. Feng replied stubbornly.

"The sword must be unsheathed at the most opportune time before it can be successfully retired. Feng Qi continued to say to him, "Now you are too young to understand this truth. Until one day you understand, you can go into battle and kill the enemy. ”

"But, Father......"

However, when Feng Yu faced his father's cold gaze again, the courage in his heart suddenly dissipated lightly. So he nodded his head and turned his back, leaving the tower without looking back, as he had done then.

And his young and lonely figure gradually grew taller in the surging firelight. Let the city that bubbled with billowing black fog burn in the purple dragon flames.

Because from the very beginning, Feng Wei knew in his heart that the bloody battle of that year had not disappeared from history, but was repeated in front of him in the form of a dream.

Later, the Northern Hades made Feng Yu wake up from his couch, paced to the window and stood with his hands in his hands, the cold wind mixed with snowflakes shaking the cloak on his shoulders.

The stone pillars of the sandwich road are crawling with sharp-eyed basalt stone carvings, and the banner printed with the Haidong Qingjia emblem on the city head rolls up and recovers.

If the time is calculated, the reinforcements transferred from Huaibei should also arrive.

Thinking so in his heart, Feng Wei smiled slightly.