readx;?, it is naturally impossible for Yuan Lu Zhi to give up the Suzhan Mingzun who has only experienced the seven and a half of it. And ran to Guye City to fight Bai Shuo. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Therefore, he was destined to only stare at people with dry eyes, and the death-minded Suzhan Mingzun had already dragged most of his power in Guye City.

The bull ghost is dead, and the personal force of the hundred-eyed ghost cannot have much impact on the situation, and the sister has also been killed by Ottoria, and Sun Monkey does not listen to the announcement, and now I don't know where to get lost.

Ping Qingsheng only locked himself in a small black room every day to chant sutras, but Lu Bu, the best puppet in terms of force, had been uprooted by Bai Shuo, and after dying once under the guidance of the young man from hell, Bai Shuo, he had now become a ghost and god, just like a fish in water fighting each other with the killing will of millions of monsters in the Shura Dao.

Therefore, the huge demon king army actually didn't have the manpower to temporarily take a break from Bai Shuo's majesty.

Sima Yi's siege legion, under Bai Shuo's strong defense and the counterattack of the generals in the city, could only send tens of thousands of demon king troops to do morning exercises outside the city every day, and then collect the troops and return to the camp, so aggrieved that they wanted to learn from Zhou Yu to vomit blood.

Of course, Bai Shuo couldn't keep the entire Ancient Wild City in the enchantment twenty-four hours a day, and although the changes in the Tibetan Realm Mandala were far better than the Vajra Realm Mandala, there was no Vajra Realm Mandala that could invite countless gods, Buddhas, and true spirits from all directions to settle in.

Conform to the solar terms of the day, change the position of the gods, and even last the enchantment for most of the year.

Of course, not to mention how many natural spirits and gods and Buddhas can be invited to this distorted time and space, Bai Shuo really has no research on the Vajra Realm Mandala that worships the gods.

So, three hours is already his limit. Of course, the best part is that these three hours can be broken down.

Of course, it is impossible for tens of thousands of troops to wait outside the city for hours before entering the city to visit like queuing up to buy tickets, besides, if Bai Shuo doesn't say it, who knows?

So Bai Shuo only needs to chat with Oda Nobunaga at the castle tower every day, drink alcohol, and contact Chen Jingmo and them by the way.

This strange offensive and defensive situation just continued.

For Bai Shuo, it was also quite helpless. If he retreated, he would be able to lead these dozens of generals to rush out of the encirclement of the Demon King Army, but the question was what to do with the people in the city?

The lives of hundreds of thousands. To leave somebody in the lurch? Bai Shuo touched the little conscience that was left, and was glad to find that he couldn't do it.

Therefore, we can only wait slowly and wait for Sima Yi to withdraw his troops. Or wait for the strength of the crusading army in Jizhou City to expand and improve to a certain level, and the demon king army outside the city will come to a big fight, and kill you to the death.

"So, you tell them to rest assured that they can farm and climb the technology tree, and it's not too late to come back when the technology of the iron cannon, iron system, and Zhuge crossbow is full."

Bai Shuo sat in front of the computer and said silently to Chen Jingmo on the screen: "I am here, don't worry." ”

"Hey, the situation here is pretty good." Chen Jingmo on the screen rubbed his dark eyes: "Fortunately, the time of this mission is not stipulated, otherwise it will be a headache." ”

"Although there is no set time, we can't relax," Bai Shuo said: "The Lord God is not so kind to let us farm slowly, there must be some hidden time limit, otherwise Yuan Lu Zhi would not be able to stay in his lair all the time." ”

"Got it, got it." Chen Jingmo in front of the screen yawned. Raise your hand and stretch your waist, exposing the beautiful curve of your chest, and then lazily lying in front of the computer and asking, "Why do you always feel that you drink and chat in Guye City, and it is easy every day?" I've got a lot of things to do here."

Bai Shuo turned his head a little embarrassed to look at the musicians and dancing singers behind him, and a drunken uncle sang with incomplete tones. Fifty Years in the World" sang to the place he liked, regardless of the beat, and fell asleep on the floor after getting drunk.

I can't see the demeanor of the Sixth Heaven Demon King...

Chen Jingmo's gaze crossed Bai Shuo's shoulder, and he frowned in some surprise: "Don't tell me that this uncle is Oda Nobunaga. ”

"It's unfortunate. Yes. Bai Shuo turned the camera and stopped looking there. Instead, he lowered his head and asked, "How is the situation in Jizhou City recently?" ”

"It's okay, everyone farms and trains every day, and many victims have moved over when they hear that there are no snakes in Jizhou City. The population is indeed quite large, and it is also preparing to expand the army. Chen Jingmo flipped through his documents and replied: "Several nearby cities have been defeated, and many victims who have become slaves have been rescued, and the army has almost recovered a little bit of vitality." ”

"And the most surprising thing is Uncle Zhang Jiao." Chen Jingmo said with a look of amazement: "The speed at which religion is spreading under such circumstances is simply astonishing, and now almost three out of ten of the victims are followers of the Taiping Dao......

"Zhang Jiao has been in good spirits lately, and he preaches everywhere every day. A lot of victims have been collected, and the strength of the Yellow Turban Army has also improved rapidly. ”

"It's not surprising that the cow actually has this kind of spiritual sustenance, and everyone needs it." Bai Shuo was in a very good mood after listening to it, after all, Zhang Jiao had worked hard for so many years, and it was indeed not easy to rise again.

Looking at Mei Shuo's expression, Chen Jingmo's mood also improved a lot, and she suddenly laughed when she was lying on the table: "You also need it?" ”

Bai Shuo looked at Chen Jingmo's face, reached out and touched the screen of the computer, and nodded with a smile, "Yes, I need it too, my Lord Silence." ”

Chen Jingmo turned his head and smiled quietly, full of sweetness and pride, like a stealing food

The fox of the chicken.

Bai Shuo could only see her shoulders shaking. But he couldn't see Ottoria who was silently resting her weapons outside the camera.

"What's the boat? So happy? Bai Shuo asked curiously.

"No, nothing." Chen Jingmo turned his head. Said casually, but everyone could see that he was very happy.

"But then again...... In order to hide his joy, Chen Jingmo changed his words, and looked at Bai Shuo with two eyes: "I heard that Lord Nuwa has an unusual relationship with you now."

Facing Chen Jingmo's eyes as if he wanted to pierce all his cover-ups, Bai Shuo could only smile helplessly: "I really don't have any thoughts about this female grandmother." And even if I had the mind, I didn't have the means. ”

Chen Jingmo's eyes narrowed, like a cunning little fox Bai Shuo could even see the invisible big tail dangling behind her: "Really? ”

Bai Shuo folded his hands together to show a rare monk's bearing, and sighed: "Really." ”

"That's good." Chen Jingmo nodded with satisfaction, as if he suddenly remembered something, and said: "Zhang Fei has been running here for three days in the past two days, wanting to ask about his daughter's situation, and send some photos back when he has time." ”

"Hmm, candid shooting, this is difficult." Bai Shuo pinched his chin and thought fakely.

"I didn't let you take a secret shot, it's a fair move!" Chen Jing gave him a blank look: "It's becoming more and more like a salty and wet uncle." ”

"Yes, yes......

When the call finally ended, Bai Shuo's drunken voice came from behind Oriza Nobunaga: "What a good woman." ”

Bai Shuo turned his head and smiled: "Yes, the kind that can't be found with a lantern." ”

"I don't know why, when I see her, I think of Ah Shi." Oda Nobunaga shook the bottle and whispered, "Aichi"

Aichi, Oda City, a girl known as the first beauty of the Warring States, is also the younger sister of Oda Nobunaga.

It's a pity that he has lost contact in the war provoked by the snake demon.

Bai Shuo didn't know how to answer, so he could only be silent, watching the drunk Oda Nobunaga start singing the song "Dunsheng" that seemed to be out of tune no matter how he sang it.

"Yellow, Heaven, Sheng, Shi."

The old man with a long and disheveled beard wore a yellow robe and had an ugly face, but there was infinite patience in his eyes. Holding a village branch in his hand, he wrote these four big characters on the ground one by one, then looked at the victims gathered around him, and recited it: "Yellow, Heaven, Sheng, Shi." ”

He sat on the ground without paying attention to the image, and said in a calm and sincere voice: "This is what I want to tell you when I am here today. ”

"I'm not here to collect taxes, and I'm not going to force you to join the army." Zhang Jiao's voice was a little hoarse, and he raised his head to look at the victims whose eyes were numb and ignorant: "I just want to tell you that there is still such an absurd and beautiful ideal in the world. ”

"The world is governed, everyone lives and works in peace and contentment, taxes are light, and there is no wavering... Everyone has food to eat, clothes to wear, even if they don't go to be someone else's dog, they can survive without bending their backs. ”

Zhang Jiao tirelessly expounded his ideals to depict the prosperous era of Huang Tian in his mind, even if the audience's eyes were full of numbness and could not find any hope, he was not discouraged in the slightest.

"The sky polluted by those careerists has lost its reason and dependence, and has begun to decay and stink; And the kingdom I look forward to is a new world pure and untainted by anyone's ambition and violence."

"It's a world worth dreaming about and fulfilling, and there are a lot of people who believe in me, follow me, and die to achieve that ideal." Zhang Jiao's voice was a little trembling and staccatoar: "But there are more people alive, I came here just to ask. Do you want to believe in the existence of this dream? ”

There was no one to answer his question in the silence, and a child seemed to want to say something, but was pulled by a lame man with a bandage on his leg, and shook his head cautiously at the child.

Zhang Jiao smiled hoarsely, stood up from the ground, and said gently, "I will come again tomorrow." ”

Four refugee camps have been walked through, and seven refugee camps have yet to be visited, and there is still much more to do.

The next day, he still stared at the blazing midday sun and came here, narrating his own ideals, praying for the victims here, and spreading the teachings of Taiping Dao.

On the third day, at last a lame man came to talk to him with the help of the child, and the two of them did not talk for a long time, and finally Zhang Jiao left the place alone in the twilight.

On the fourth day, when Zhang Jiao left the camp, a lame middle-aged man followed him, while his son walked in front to lead Zhang Jiao's horse

On the fifth and sixth days, more and more people followed behind him, wearing yellow scarves dyed with crude processes on their bodies, and their eyes were no longer numb.

Even in this world that seems to be about to be destroyed, there are people who are willing to believe in the beauty of hope and ideals, and they are willing to believe that the new world depicted by Zhang Jiao follows behind him.

The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand.