"Fight!"

Li Shothu's whole body was full of ghostly energy, and the giant bow made of dragon tendons made the sound of a dragon's groan, and his battle intent was like a knife, breaking through the heavy yin qi and rising into the sky. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

Although the other ghosts and gods do not need the dragon qi of the new dynasty to wash away their sins, if they can make meritorious achievements in attacking mountains and destroying temples, they will definitely be rewarded by the imperial court, and the god position pattern will also be improved accordingly, which is also a rare opportunity for them.

Therefore, every ghost and god has a divine light all over his body, and his fighting spirit is soaring into the sky, and the swords and soldiers are contending!

Du Chenghuang was dressed in a red robe, standing on top of the bronze chariot full of divine light, four white, as if carved white jade bone horses were side by side in front of the chariot, and there was a green flame burning in each of their eye sockets.

The bone horse snorted from time to time, and let out a burst of neighing sounds like dragon moans.

On each side of the chariot is a soldier in hand, and the tall ghost will guard it.

Looking at the ghost god with a fighting spirit, Du Chenghuang nodded with a satisfied expression, gently stretched out his hand, and shook the divine seal in his hand a few times against the line.

I saw that the ghostly dragon qi was like a tired bird returning to its nest, and instantly turned into a streamer of light towards Du Chenghuang.

"Beijun has an order, attack the mountain and cut down the temple, and raze Yuqing!"

Du Chenghuang stood on top of the chariot, held Xingwen in the palm of his hand with a respectful face, looked at the ghost and god yin soldiers below, and roared with a cold face.

"No!"

"No!"

"No!"

Looking at the red qi in Du Chenghuang's hand, the red qi turned into a dragon roaring from time to time.

Each god bowed his haughty head and bowed his body. Low-grade ghosts and gods, or ghost soldiers, even knelt down directly and touched the ground with their heads.

These ghosts and gods are not worshipping Du Chenghuang, nor are they the words of paper, but the Great Qianlong Court represented behind them, and they are also the humane luck of thousands of years.

"The army is out!"

The arrival of Beijun's text solved a big problem for Du Chenghuang.

That is the name, which can also be said to be righteousness.

With this document, Du Chenghuang's crusade is that the teacher is famous. The army he led was also a rebel army, a righteous army, and a mighty army.

Only when righteousness is in the body can we be invincible.

There is a way, and those who have attained the Tao have much help, and those who have lost the way have little help.

Therefore, righteousness was very important in ancient warfare. Without righteousness, not only will there be no friendly support, but even the morale of your own soldiers will plummet.

In the event of a defeat, there is a high probability of a mutiny.

Du Chenghuang took out the sword he was carrying and raised it upright, his face was serious, and his eyes were blazing into the distance.

"Expedition!"

Four bone horses carved from white jade slowly drove the bronze chariot forward, and countless ghost pawns clustered around the frame, protecting Du Chenghuang who stood on the wheel. The huge bronze wheels ran over the ground, leaving a deep rut in the rut, and the rut was faintly blue, and the fire like a spirit was rising and dancing.

The other gods were also high on top of the chariot, looking ahead with grim faces, and countless ghost soldiers guarded them in front of and behind them. Form a phalanx.

。。。。

On the north mountain on the outskirts of Zhibei County, the Yuqing Temple with a history of hundreds of years stands on the top of the mountain to the sun. The antique buildings have an indescribable harmony with the green mountains and green waters.

Like, it should have towered here.

Obviously, the design and construction of this Taoist temple must have been made by a master.

A room with a window sealed with a wooden strip and a thick curtain hanging from the door.

Not only is there no sunlight all day long, but every morning and evening there is a strong and pungent smell that is unique to the aroma of the fried herbs.

Occasionally, a few pilgrims who wanted to explore curiously would be politely stopped by the Taoist priest in the temple. Such a move not only did not dispel everyone's curiosity, but it was like a cat's claw scratching the heart, and it was unspeakably uncomfortable.

Gradually, there were rumors in the market that this place was the place of Taoist alchemy. The contemplator of Biqing Guan, Biqing Lao Dao, is in retreat here and cultivating the method of Waidan.

The rumors intensified, and there were people asking for pills outside the Taoist temple every day. The Taoist temple refuted the rumors several times, but it did not have the desired effect.

In the end, one can only hope that the rumors will stop at the wise.

And the Biqing Daoist, who was regarded as a living immortal by everyone, was cultivating the Wai Dan at this time, his face was yellow, his whole body was covered with bandages, and dark red blood was faintly oozing out under the cloth strips.

He lay on the wooden bed like a living dead, motionless. Barely sustaining life by sucking liquid food every day.

That is to say, Yuqing Taoism has a great business, and there are all kinds of ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum and so on.

If there is no such elixir to continue his life, no matter how strong Biqing Laodao's desire to survive is, he can only be reincarnated.

After the Taoist soldiers were dismissed, there were nothing more than three places to go.

Or go to the blessed land of the sect, under the support of the patriarch, achieve ghosts and immortals, and support the Taoism of future generations.

Or seek a low-level god and enjoy the incense of all beings, but to be subject to the humane jurisdiction of Shinto, the slightest mistake may be knocked down from the altar.

Or reincarnate in another party, as long as the mystery of the womb is solved, and then the people in the sect are introduced, they will naturally be able to embark on the path again. But is the person who embarks on the path again still the one he is now?

Fortunately, there are a large number of elixirs to continue life, and Biqing Lao Dao has not yet reached the time when the oil runs out and the lamp runs out.

But even so, he has been in a coma for several days.

He grew haggard and haggard, like dead wood, like a dead corpse.

A Taoist priest with a short stature and a childish face, leaning on the bench with his head tilted, was sleeping soundly little by little, and a trace of saliva flowed down the corners of his mouth, leaving a crystal trace.

"It hurts me!"

Biqing Lao Dao, who was lying on the wooden bed, suddenly turned hideous, grabbed the sheets with his palms, and cried out in pain.

"Master, you're awake!

The little Taoist priest, who was short in stature and was dozing, was awakened by Biqing's cry of pain, and shouted with some excitement as he watched Biqing slowly open his bloodshot eyes.

"Quick, quick, go and invite Childe over, I have something important to tell!"

Bi Qingqiang endured the dizziness caused by a large amount of blood loss, and grabbed the little Taoist's wrist tightly and said a little anxiously.

"Lang Zhong has already come here to help you get through the pulse. You've lost a lot of blood from your trauma, and your life has been impaired. Floating in the icy river water, causing the cold to enter the body and hurting the internal organs, it is necessary to recuperate with peace of mind, otherwise it will definitely damage Yangshou. ”

The little Taoist priest looked at Bi Qing's withered face and said with some embarrassment.

"Hugh wants to take care of me, go and invite the son quickly!"

The anxious color in Biqing Dao's eyes was even stronger, because the emotion was too excited, and the dizziness in his mind became more and more intense. Biqing Lao Dao bit his tongue with his teeth so that he didn't faint again.

"No!"

Seeing Bi Qing biting his tongue like crazy, blood sliding from the corners of his mouth, the little Taoist priest seemed to be scared stupid, his eyes hooked, and he agreed a little sluggishly.

"Go quickly!"

Biqing Lao Dao saw that the little Taoist priest's face was pale, like a wooden man. Anxiously opening his mouth, red blood stained his teeth and gushed out, soaking his chest.

"No!"

Only then did the little Taoist priest react, his face turned pale, and he glanced at the bloodstained Biqing Old Dao in horror, and stumbled out a little.

After a while, Biqing Daoist, who was closing his eyes and trying to regain a little strength, heard a sound of small footsteps.

Dressed in a satin brocade robe, with a face like a crown of jade, the son shaking a paper fan stepped into the threshold under the leadership of the little Taoist priest.

Looking at Biqing Lao Dao, who was weak but very sober, he couldn't help but let out a long breath in his heart, and said with some joy and some closeness:

"Damn Situ Punishment, I almost lost a general!"

"Dao Chief, you are weak now and need to recuperate, just let them worry about the outside affairs. ”

Bi Qing was ashamed and didn't dare to live up to the trust of his son. ”

Bi Qing saw that the child's face did not seem to be fake, and his eyes couldn't help revealing a trace of emotion, and he said with some shame and guilt.

"You can't blame you for this. ”

Childe seemed to have thought of something, and the expression on his face instantly became strange.

"Childe, what happened there?"

Biqing Lao Dao endured the burning pain of the wounds around his body, as well as the dizziness in his head, and leaned on the head of the bed with the support of the little Taoist. Seeing the strange expression on Childe's face, his eyes couldn't help but froze, and he asked anxiously.

"There's a lot going on. ”

Childe didn't hide it, and introduced it to Biqing Lao Dao in 1510.

"What, Du Laosan's people actually attacked the official in the county government of Zhibei County!"

"It's a felony of treason. ”

Biqing Lao Dao's pupils contracted suddenly, and he exclaimed in disbelief.

"It's no wonder that Du Laosan is doing this, it's that Si Tu's punishment is too cunning. ”

Childe rubbed his own Yin Tang with his fingers, a bitter smile on his face.

"Du Laosan and the Black Tiger Gang can't keep it, but it's a pity that years of hard work have been wasted in an instant. ”

Biqing Lao Dao's eyes were gloomy, and there was a smile on his face that seemed to cry but not cry, and seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Not only Du Laosan, but our forces in the city have been implicated, and several strongholds hidden in the shadows have been seized by officers and soldiers, which can be described as heavy losses. ”

Childe grinned, but the helplessness and bitterness in his eyes seemed to be ice that could never be dissolved.

"A secret letter has been sent from the sect, and the elders are very annoyed by the loss of Zhibei County, and they reprimand you and me. ”

"Damn it!"

Biqing Lao Dao's eyes were full of anger, he clenched his fist, slammed the head of the bed hard, and said hatefully.

"Is this Situ really the nemesis of this son? Could it be that he is the calamity in the mouth of the sect leader?"

Childe stood up, waved his folding fan a few times with some irritation, and muttered quietly.

"The son is talented and has the resources to cultivate in the teaching, and the future is limitless. And that Situ is certainly a bit talented, but he is just an abandoned son of the Beijun family, so what qualifications does he have to compete with his son?"

Biqing Lao Dao saw that his son was impetuous because of repeated setbacks, and hurriedly spoke.