The streets and alleys of Chang'an are very unpeaceful, there are fierce fighting crowds everywhere, and in the dark, except for face to face, no one knows whether the opposite side is their enemy.

All kinds of unimaginable fights of ordinary people are staged in the alleys, Xu Huang is not in the city, so more than ten or twenty combat battalions are all under the jurisdiction of Juyi, wave after wave into the battlefield, such a large-scale investment and street fighting, in the tiger and wolf army since the formation of the army is absolutely the first time, the biggest opponent is a group of Gyeonggi garrison guards who have experienced good military training since childhood, tens of thousands of city gate troops can be skipped, the five schools of the Northern Army, Yu Lin Lang, Huang Men Lang, these more brave and good soldiers and horses in the two Han Dynasty constituted the palace guard system, in general, the combat effectiveness is indeed quite good.

The Tiger Wolf Martyrs Army suffered losses in several aspects, such as unfamiliarity with the ground and lack of physical strength, and the reason why this group of Beijing troops who had not fought a hard battle was able to block the Tiger Wolf Martyrs Army was probably here.

Fortunately, the tiger and wolf army has a strong will to fight, although the generals and pawns are a little tired, but they still advance layer by layer, and the enemy army is defeated and retreated, although there are many injuries along the way, but it is also within the range of what can be beared.

Ju Yi crosses the horse, as the commander of the city, he naturally can't lead his soldiers and horses outside the city to fight with the pawns in person, the boss and the master will be two different concepts, as a veteran of the battlefield, Ju Yi can position his identity very well, and he can also calmly switch between the two identities.

In addition to Pei Xiu and Yanghu who have not yet officially attacked, the rest of the battalions are the first to stay in the camp, and the four second-level combat battalions of Dangkou, Changzi, Qingyue, and Wolf Ben are blocked in front of the four city gates, and there are only less than 20,000 soldiers and horses who are killed by Ju Yi. And the enemy forces are much more than that. Wang Rong once said to Dong Cheng about 30,000 soldiers and horses. There is still some moisture, and there are more than 10,000 city gate troops under the jurisdiction of the captain of the city gate alone, plus the troops who were forcibly drawn from several Han clan relatives and the civil and military ministers' mansions, there are more than 50,000 people, this number is more than twice as many as the soldiers and horses that Ju Yi put into the fight, and this wave of soldiers and horses poured out, and there were several elite soldiers of the Northern Army wearing the regular clothes of the Han family. There are also private soldiers of the big clan wearing various costumes and wearing red belts on their arms, the entire Chang'an City, not to mention chaos, as long as the streets and alleys that can accommodate people, all are scattered weapons and blood, in the dark night, although it is not very clear, but can smell the strong smell of blood from the air, Chang'an City has experienced such a bloody scene for the first time since Dong Zhuo forcibly held Liu Xie hostage and moved the capital. In the air, the thick smell of blood was strong and persistent. Even the civilians who were hiding at home and shivering smelled the soft breath, the doors were locked, the ordinary people were afraid of being affected, and the big families were even more worried that there would be unruly soldiers crashing into their homes.

There is a temple in the west of Chang'an, which is dedicated to the sages of the Sanqing Dynasty, the scale of the temple is not large, and there are not many pious believers on weekdays, so the whole temple is only a pale-haired old man to take care of it, in addition to a few simple offering tables in the temple, only the three statues of gods more than two meters high are the most conspicuous.

The temple is very quiet, and the hustle and bustle outside the temple has formed a huge contrast, this small-scale temple in the huge city of Chang'an City, there are hundreds of families, Buddhism was introduced into the Central Plains in that era and the time is still short, in the budding and integration of a kind of stage that is not up or down, so there are not many believers, most of the people and princes and ministers The main source of faith is the Taoist classics, the object of faith, is the three supreme gods of the three clear gases.

The temple is boring and simple, except for a huge incense case dedicated to the statue of the god, there are only a few half-burned candles, and the most remote corner is guarded against a shaking wooden chair, the rocking chair is a thing, in that era, it can definitely be regarded as a skillful innovation, the rickety chair, on which sits a white-haired old man, under the slightly dim light, can not see the face clearly.

And opposite him, leaning on the huge incense case, there is also a white-haired old man, his head leaning on the incense case, a few points back, on the top is the statue of Sanqing, this kind of disrespectful behavior to the gods, as the only person in the temple to guard the precepts, the old man on the opposite side turned a blind eye, leisurely looking at the ants passing by on the ground, cloudy eyes, unable to see thoughts.

"Old fellow, it's so messy outside, but your precious apprentice made it, you smell it, this smell of blood has permeated my small temple, how many people can damn it to be able to overshadow the smell of incense in my small temple."

Seeing that the person on the other side did not react at all, the old man who watched the temple with inconvenient legs and feet shook his head, and said to himself: "Evil, you old guy don't stop it, and you help the abuse, and you are not afraid of thunder and thunder, you have lived for so many years, but you have lived more and more." ”

Leaning his head against the incense case, the eyes of the wild solitary son, who was disrespectful to Sanqing, were slightly blind, and he seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

Breathing slowly, his breathing with a special law, seemed to merge into the heaven and the earth, and the wisps of invisible gas came out of his body, from the heaven and the earth, and then returned to the heaven and the earth.

The reason why Ye Guzi has been able to live for so long is because of this set of nameless true law formulas, which he has practiced for many years, and with the growth of his age and skill, he has become more and more refined, and the further back, the stronger Ye Guzi's attainments will be, and his face is ruddy at the age of more than 100 years old, but he is better than his prime, and there is really a little bit of Taoism that rejuvenates the trend.

A set of formulas ran smoothly, and then I saw Ye Guzi open his eyes, and those deep eyes flashed with a trace of silver-white light, which was more and more frightening in this somewhat dim environment.

Although it was not the first time for the old man on the other side, he still smashed his lips in amazement, and the two pure and thin mouse whiskers trembled slightly, and his eyes sparkled.

"You old turtle, there is a lot of nonsense, no one has spoken to you in the small temple for so many years, has it been too long? Before you let go, spend some money and find an old friend. After Ye Guzi finished his work, he glanced at the old man sitting in the rocking chair and pouted.

The old man on the other side smiled, but he was not ashamed at all, but he heard him say: "The small temple is too small, and I can't even deduct a few incense money on weekdays, how can I find a good match?" Besides, you don't know the way, my requirements are quite high, and there may not be anyone in the entire Chang'an City who is worthy of me. ”

Ye Guzi shook his head when he heard the words and said: "I'm over ninety years old, can I have a face, just guard your broken temple, why are your ideals so high?" It's as if Lao Tzu didn't say that just now. ”

The old man's fingers pulled out of his nostrils, and with a flick of his hand, there was a faint muffled sound, but he saw a little mung bean-like blackness and fall on the ground on the often ant phalanx.

"I said, is your apprentice a human being, let the old guy with your neck in the coffin go into the city to fight, he hides outside the city alone, tsk, he is really capable." The old man said with a slight mockery.

"Slaughter the old devil, besides, my precious apprentice doesn't say a word, Lao Tzu burned down your broken temple, believe it or not?" Ye Guzi doesn't say anything else, he really spoils Yuan Shang and Xiaodou Sprouts two apprentices.

The old man, nicknamed the old demon slaughterer, pouted his lips and said disdainfully: "Just such an apprentice, Lao Tzu still can't look down on me, burn my small temple?" If you have the ability, you will burn, you old guy, if you really live more and more, the momentum of the self-respecting back then was thrown into the dung pit, right? ”

"You don't understand"

Ye Guzi shook his head and said: "You should have a deeper understanding of the feeling of being alone than me, for so many years, since leaving the family, Lao Tzu has not gone back, nor has he married and had children, I didn't think anything about it before, but now that I am old, I naturally feel something, that kid has a good temperament, not as cool as you said, this time I entered the city, it was Lao Tzu who took the initiative to do it for him, even Yuan Zhonghe's old guy went out of the mountain in person, can I, the master, not make some effort?" After all, he is an apprentice taught by Lao Tzu for ten years, and he can help a little bit, before he is too old to move. ”

When Tu Lao Mo heard this, he was a little silent, although he was a little dissatisfied with what Yuan Shang had done, he had to sigh that he was indeed lucky to find such a Master.

At this point, I saw that the root of Tu Lao Mo's ear moved slightly, and Ye Guzi had already gotten up.

"Those who come are guests, please take a seat at the entrance." Old Demon Slayer said softly.

The two figures, fluttering down, sat on the table where the statue was placed. (To be continued......)