After meeting with the desolate scorpion, the red-eared demon spirit did not go directly back to the palace annex in the upper city, but made a detour to another medicine farmer's house in the lower city.

As soon as he walked to the gate of the courtyard, he met the owner of this medicine farmer, an old man of the Demon Spirit Clan with a cane in his hand, and a bamboo basket full of herbs and flowers behind him. He smiled at the sight of the red-eared demon spirit, and seemed to be quite familiar with him, and greeted him courteously as he welcomed him into the room.

The layout and furnishings of the house are roughly the same as those of other medicine farmers, and in the hall where you enter the door, there are shelves for medicinal use in front of the entire wall.

An old lady of the Demon Spirit Clan was busy putting the dried herbs on the shelf, and when she saw her old man and the red-eared demon spirit coming back together, she stopped what she was doing and asked, "My lord, have you come all the way back to buy medicinal herbs?" ”

"Alas, yes!" The red-eared demon spirit sighed in response.

"Young Master Kui, how are you doing lately?" The old lady couldn't wait to continue asking.

The Red-Eared Demon Spirit shook his head, his face full of helplessness.

"Your Excellency, please take a seat!" The old man dragged a chair and invited the red-eared demon spirit to sit down, and then turned to his wife and said, "Don't ask this and that, serve tea to the adults!" ”

"I won't drink the tea!" The red-eared demon spirit waved his hand and then looked at the lute hanging on the wall and asked, "Can you play a song for me?" ”

The old man listened to the words of the red-eared demon spirit, hesitated for a moment, and then piled the bamboo basket on his body and the crutches in the corner of the wall, and then took the pipa off the wall, and carefully held it upright and sat on the chair.

He took a deep breath, pressed the strings with his left hand, plucked with his right hand, and the clear and full timbre came out of the pear-shaped resonance box of the pipa, the melody was tactful and melodious and continuous, so that the listener's eyes presented a picture, sometimes like mountains and flowing water, sometimes like thousands of troops, sometimes like spring and snow, sometimes like Kunpeng Tunan......

The piece seems to tell a forgotten story, and it seems to express some kind of suppressed emotion. When the old man played impassionedly, his whole body became radiant, as if he had suddenly become much younger.

Xiao Qi, the mole who was hiding under the window and followed the red-eared demon spirit, witnessed all this, but he was originally here to buy medicinal herbs, but he suddenly wanted to listen to some kind of pipa, which made her puzzled, so she continued to observe.

After listening to the song, the red-eared demon spirit bought several herbs he needed and left the medicine farmer's house, and the mole Xiaoqi kept an eye on him, and did not rush to follow him, but stayed outside the medicine farmer's house to see what would happen next.

As soon as the red-eared demon spirit left, the old man put the lute back on the wall, and then nodded meaningfully to the old lady behind him. The old lady entered the back room with understanding, stretched out her hand and counted to the ground, then bent down and lifted a few bricks from the floor to reveal a square lid.

She grabbed the handle and opened the lid, took out a piece of brass armor and a mace, and carried them back to the outhouse with great difficulty, and handed them to the old man with a solemn face.

The old man took it, and found a piece of cloth and carefully wiped the dust from the armor and mace. This shirt from his youth, which he can't remember how long he hadn't worn, and this mace, which also helped him win many battles back then. They were like his old friends, and when he held them back in his hands, he saw that they were already in tears.

"Old man, I didn't expect this day to come!" The old lady put her hand on his shoulder and pressed it.

"For the sake of the last son of the demon spirit, my old bones will not be given up even if they are all over the ground!" The old man replied with a resolute gaze.

The lute had been their instrument for amusement and pastime, but now that it had become a clarion call for war, he had already made up his mind to fight for the continuation of the Son of the Demon Spirit and the Demon Spirit Clan.

Mole Xiao Qi felt that something was wrong, and his little head turned around and planned to go to the other medicine farmers' houses to take a look, but found that the only remaining old, weak, sick and disabled people of the Demon Spirit Clan were the same as the old man, and began to prepare for battle, and there were also armor and weapons hidden in other people's homes, obviously planning for a long time, she immediately rushed back to the foothold of the intelligence group to explain all this to the boss Changfeng.

"You mean the old people are armed?! What are they going to do?! Listening to her words, Chang Feng took the case, and he really couldn't believe everything Xiao Qi said.

"I said it was for the last child of the demon spirit." Mole Xiaoqi said with a wink.

"The Last Demon Child?!" The big white dog on the side sighed and asked, "Boss, could that be the son of the Red-Eared Demon Spirit?" ”

"It's too bad, the sixth brother hasn't come back yet, the people from Wangcheng may arrive at any time to arrive in Qingyang, according to the current situation, we must send more people!" Changfeng became a little agitated.

At this time, a beautiful woman dressed in red suddenly came through the wall, and this person was the red-clothed ghost girl Red Lotus, who was the third oldest in the intelligence group. She charmingly stuck to Changfeng's arms and asked, "Seeing that you are famous for your composure and calmness on weekdays, why are you panicking now?" ”

"I haven't figured out what the Seven Tone Gate is, but there is a new situation so how can I not be in a hurry?!" Changfeng stiffly pushed her away and answered.

Although she knew that Changfeng was angry with her, Honglian was not angry at all. She knows Changfeng's temper best, he likes freedom by nature and doesn't like restraint, but he has a true temperament. If it weren't for admiring Ouyang Hongye's affection and righteousness from the bottom of his heart, he would not have joined Wang Cheng's troops, let alone taken on the thankless job of leading the intelligence team.

Compared with ordinary soldiers who only need to follow the guidance of generals to fight on the battlefield, the work of the intelligence group is boring and dangerous. In order to confirm the identity of the Red Ear Demon Spirit's mole, the seven of them have been with him for more than two months, and recently they have finally made a major discovery and are in great danger.

Once Qingyang City starts to be on guard, they will become in a dilemma, and they will soon be discovered, with their combat strength, they may still have a chance to win against the five people in the convoy from Fire City, but it is difficult to say with these demon spirit clans in the whole city.

The Scorpion, who had been sent to spy on his elder brother, the Scorpion, was still lurking around the location of the Fire City convoy, and the place where they landed seemed to be quite calm on the surface.

The pig demon cook in the convoy was preparing dinner, the guide was sitting in the courtyard playing chess with the wild scorpion, and the black fox in the convoy was fiddling with the serpentine knife next to him.

The humanoid form of the black fox was a thin old man in a black robe, and he was the leader of the group of black foxes who attacked Ouyang Xiaoleng ten years ago. Since the failure of that attack, he has lost his prestige in the clan, and he has no choice but to turn to the city lord of Fire City, Salamander.

There is also a servant in the convoy, a badger demon, who maintains his ontological form almost all the time like the mole Xiaoqi in the intelligence group.

Looking at his brother from afar, the scorpion really had mixed feelings in his heart, brotherhood should have been exhausted a hundred years ago, the scar on his face is the best proof, and the wound in his heart is not as simple as a scar.

Although he knew his brother's personality for a long time, he wanted to achieve a career, and he did whatever it took to achieve it, even disregarding his brother's life, but the scorpion really didn't expect his brother to not even refuse a demon like Qingyun.

"I'm losing again!" Horseface jerked his hand back from the ghost chess board, apparently choking on the heat.

"Sure enough, everything is exactly as Qingyun's demon expected, I really admire him more and more!" The wild scorpion said in a good mood after winning several games of chess in a row.

"No, I didn't expect the red-eared demon spirit to really take care of this group of old guys in the city!" The horse's face responded.

"Shhhh Pitchers have ears! The scorpion smiled and pointed at him.

"Yes, yes!" Ma Yan quickly nodded in agreement.

The scorpion remembered that he used to play ghost chess with his brother, and he won every time, and he felt embarrassed after a long time, so he didn't want to play with his brother, but his brother still didn't have to compete with him, and later in order to make his brother happy, he deliberately let him win.

In fact, my brother is stronger than him, my brother is very good at drawing, no matter what I can draw vividly as long as I see it once, but as a warlike race, my brother's specialty is always devalued by my father, and finally my brother gave up, for which he felt sorry for his brother.

The scorpion had been silently watching them eat and drink, and it was time to think that the day would be spent peacefully like this, but suddenly there was a commotion in the city, and I was curious about what was going on, and the shadow demon appeared.

"Those old men in the city, all the men are fully armed, and are gathering outside the palace of the upper city, they should be going to see the red-eared demon spirit, the eldest brother ordered us to come along and see what is going on." The dark shadow on the ground disappeared in a moment.

The scorpion glanced at his brother again, and then turned and hurried towards the upper city.

When he went outside the palace, he was startled, and the demon spirit clans gathered in front of the main gate of the palace were all wearing armor and holding weapons, and they were lined up neatly. They were divided into seven teams, each team had about fifty people, and this should be all the remaining males of the Demon Spirit Clan except for the Red Ear Demon Spirit and his son Kui. Most of them were old, and some of them were even warriors during the reign of the first Demon King Huli, and at this moment they all looked bright-eyed and high-spirited.

The moonlight was projected on the red palace wall of the Wangzi Palace, and the torches erected under the city were suddenly all lit, the gate slowly opened, and the red-eared demon spirit walked out of the door, and as soon as they saw him, the demon spirit people in front of the palace also quieted down.