The seventh day of the fifth month of the eleventh year of Qingyuan

The peach trees in the courtyard died.

I decided to write this Codex of the Lonely City.

Mr. Luo of the academy once said that books are mirrors that can be used for future generations.

I don't have that much thought, I just want to record something, or rather, leave some evidence of my life, for myself and for the current Wuling City.

Candlesticks are dark.

The kind of alien race who lives in the black abyss and believes in evil gods has besieged Wuling City for three months and seven days.

Imperial reinforcements were nowhere to be seen.

The huge Wuling City relied on the Xizhou sword armor rushed from Jianyue City and the people in the city to support it.

I don't want to spend too much time complaining, but I don't understand why the court would let us go.

Mr. said, in the affairs of the world, the people are the first, the society is second, and the king is light?

Mr. Lowe won't lie to me.

That may be because, in the eyes of the imperial court, the people of Wuling City are not counted as ordinary people.

……

May 12, 11th year of Qingyuan

Zhao Nianshuang went to Tianhang Mountain.

That's a good thing.

For her, for me, for the entire Wuling City, this is true.

She was valued by the head of Tianhang Mountain and recruited her subordinates.

And that master is a rare god realm power in the world, and his status in the world is transcendent.

Here, she has an unlimited future, and she can also get out of the quagmire of Wuling City.

Most importantly.

Through this relationship, she may be able to ask the imperial court for reinforcements to relieve the siege of Wuling City.

This is the last straw for Wuling City.

For this reason, Xizhou Sword Armor sent three hundred elites to send her out of the city, losing more than half.

Before leaving, she cried profusely.

Growing up, I was obedient to her.

But this time, I couldn't agree to leave with her.

I know it's a stupid decision.

But I couldn't leave.

Because there are certain reasons that I can't say, but I think there must be.

……

May 17, 11th year of Qingyuan

My dad decided to join the Xizhou Sword Armor.

It was a decision that I didn't expect.

He's just a servant who likes to brag and drink.

I like to see me in a half-dream, half-awake, calling my mother's name.

Even if my mother has been gone for many years.

He was sloppy and the stubble on his chin was always unclean.

He is the best at tending to the flames, obeying the words of the officials and the old men, and flattering.

He was timid and afraid, and if there was really a big case in the city, he would be the first to retreat.

He said that life is the most important thing in life.

He had to live to be eighty years old and see me marry an eight-room wife and have twenty grandchildren.

He is such a person, and he is at his fingertips in the market.

The only thing I'm not good at is being a hero.

I used to want my dad to be a hero, but when he really chose to be a hero.

I suddenly felt that he was better off when he was timid and scared.

……

May 21, 11th year of Qingyuan

Candle Yin began to attack the city again, and the shouts of killing in the direction of the city gate made a fuss all night.

I'm worried about my dad.

He doesn't have much ability, is that kind of candle yin something he can handle?

Sun Kuan came to my house in the middle of the night, he was my uncle.

But my dad didn't like him, he was a gambler.

Since my mother's death, I have rarely seen him, and the few times I have done so have been to borrow money or get into trouble outside and ask my father for help.

I can't say I hate him, I'm just a little rusty.

But that night, he didn't mention the money, just sat quietly in the side room, where there was my mother's tablet.

He sat all night and then made me breakfast.

At the dinner table, he talked to me without a mouthful, and I could see that he seemed to be eager to talk to me about something.

So that we are intimate enough, like a pair of uncles and nephews.

But he's obviously not good at it, and unfortunately, I'm not very good at it.

The meal was hasty, and he left in a hurry.

……

May 22, 11th year of Qingyuan

I always feel uneasy.

Sun Kuan's performance yesterday was very strange.

I lay in bed, thinking about it, and I couldn't sleep well all night.

Early in the morning, I packed up and wanted to go to the barracks.

On the way, I heard passers-by talking about it, saying that it was a candle attack at night the day before yesterday, and the person in charge of the duty was a new battalion organized by the former city officials and some middle school apprentices of the martial arts hall.

Although the Xizhou Sword Armor supported in time, many people still died.

I stumbled and rushed to the barracks.

The candlestick is on the offensive and people are dying every day.

The Xizhou Sword Armor will bury the people they brought, and the bodies of the victims of the rebel army organized in Wuling City will be placed in a large tent next to the barracks, waiting for their families to come and claim them.

I had just walked there when I ran into a woman with a seven-year-old child.

The woman's eyes were red, and I saw this face, but I recognized the child.

It is the son of Cao Shugong, Cao Tong.

Cao Shugong died.

Dead the night before, it is said that half of his face was bitten by the Yin Beast, and his true face was barely visible, and the woman relied on the purse he was carrying to confirm his identity.

She sewed it to him with her own hands.

I rushed into the tent in a frenzy, carefully checking every corpse that was unrecognizable.

Fortunately......

I didn't find my dad in it.

But I still don't feel at ease and want to go to the barracks.

But the discipline of Xizhou Jianjia's military camp was strict, and the guards at the gate did not let me in, but fortunately, he heard about me and expressed his willingness to help me go to the camp to ask.

I could only stand at the barracks gate and wait anxiously.

But before the sword armor could reply, I saw Sun Kuan's figure in the distance among a group of practicing soldiers at the gate of the barracks.

He was dressed in a military uniform that didn't fit well, and the helmet on his head was probably too big, and he was always crooked, and his appearance looked a little funny.

I greeted him, and he seemed surprised by my arrival, or rather......

A little flustered.

But he greeted him anyway.

He told me that my father had drunk alcohol last night, missed his duty, escaped death, and was now being punished in the camp.

He also said that he would train well in the barracks and make meritorious contributions.

He told me to go back quickly, not to hang out outside, not to worry my father.

When he said these words, he smiled brightly, as if he had really made up his mind to change his ways.

……

May 22, the 11th year of Qingyuan, night.

I...... It's just stupid.

Sun Kuan's words are full of loopholes.

But I believed.

Although my father is a muddy man and has always been sloppy in his work, how could he do such a foolish thing as drinking before the war.

He's dead.

I heard that when he heard the news, Sun Kuan was in the gambling house and was fighting fiercely.

Suddenly, someone next to him talked about the attack of the candle shade, and the drunken drinker also said a lot about the meat words that those officials are arrogant on weekdays, and they deserve to have an accident today.

My uncle, who was in a hurry, got into a fight with the man.

It is said that he also lost.

Then he went to the barracks without stopping and collected my father's body.

He also instructed the Xizhou swordsmen to hide the news, but he entered the barracks.

My uncle......

Half a lifetime of eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling, that body has long been hollowed out, where can I go to the battlefield and fight a monster like Candle Yin.

But he still went.

When my father was alive, you couldn't get used to me, and I couldn't get used to you.

But my father died, but he was the one who wanted to avenge him the most.

He collected my father's body, but no one collected it for him.

In desperation, Xizhou Sword Armor still told me the news.

It's ridiculous that he only joined the barracks yesterday and died tonight.

Thinking that he gasped for the ill-fitting armor and wore the half-crooked helmet, he collapsed on the battlefield......

I'll just ......

……

I have to avenge them.

In any case, I have to get revenge!!

……

May 23, 11th year of Qingyuan

I decided to join the Xizhou Sword Armor, and Song Guicheng, the commander of the White Floc Battalion, was silent for a long time before agreeing to my request.

Before going to the barracks, I went to Xuandu Temple.

The old Taoist priest is still like that, guarding his Taoist temple and the peach tree in the temple alone.

He didn't seem to be afraid, just as silent as ever.

Before leaving, he gave me a peach blossom.

Quite a strange gift.

I don't know where the peach blossoms came from in Wuling City in May.

……

May 24, 11th year of Qingyuan.

Mr. Luo and his protégé also joined the Xizhou Sword Armor.

A group of scholars held their swords, which was actually a bit funny.

The fairy girl of the Red Fish Shop sells the wealth she has saved over the years to raise military funds for the Xizhou Sword Armor.

There have long been rumors in the market that the Oiran of this Red Fish Shop is concerned with Mr. Luo of the Academy.

Although my father sneered at this in the past, Mr. Luo gave up his pen and followed Rong, and the fairy girl scattered all her wealth.

It's just that some people do their best to fight against foreign enemies, but there are also people who obstruct it for their own selfish interests.

Butcher Liu next door was caught stealing rice and grain from the barracks today.

This is the third time he has committed a crime, and it stands to reason that he should be punished heavily, but Song Guicheng remembered that he also had a seven-year-old child at home, and after scolding him a few words, he still let him go.

But how can a person like Butcher Liu be restrained?

When he was arrested, he cried bitterly, but when he got home, he began to brag to others about how easy it was to deceive the people of Xizhou Sword Armor.

……

May 28, 11th year of Qingyuan.

There is still no news of the imperial court's reinforcements.

I'm a little worried about whether something happened to Nianshuang.

But I couldn't do anything but worry.

Life in the barracks was boring, and Wang Che and I were arranged to live together.

It's not a good arrangement.

Wang Che is the son of Wang Dagui, a big family in the city.

He is very rich, flamboyant, and rejoices in his achievements.

But none of this is a big deal.

The biggest problem is that he likes to read creams.

And I like it too.

So, our relationship isn't great.

It was somewhat awkward to stay together, and for several days, we didn't say a word.

However, I was surprised that a son-in-law like him could take the initiative to devote himself to the Xizhou Sword Armor.

In my heart, I actually admire him a little.

I don't seem to hate him that much.

……

June 12, 11th year of Qingyuan

There have been too many things before that due to lack of training, I went to the battlefield after joining the Xizhou Sword Armor and sacrificed in vain.

Song Guicheng was cautious about this.

Wang Che and I have been joining the Xizhou Sword Armor for more than half a month, and we have been training hard every day, but we have never had the opportunity to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy.

Until today.

The garrison of the West City suffered heavy losses in the raid on Candle Yin the day before yesterday, and we were transferred to it as a reserve.

The first time I went to the battlefield, to be honest, I was a little nervous, but more than that, I was excited, I wanted revenge, and this thought was engraved in my bones, and they reminded me all the time.

But when I actually faced Candle Yin, I realized why those swords and armors who were already peerless masters in my opinion would never be able to defeat Candle Yin.

The Yin beasts raised by Candle Yin cannot be counted as living beings at all.

It was a white-skinned, hairless man, similar in appearance to a tiger or leopard, but extremely large, the smallest being a man tall, and the largest, more than a foot long in sight.

The skin on their bodies was hard, and the sword slashed at it hardly had much effect.

Wang Che and I also had many reserve troops of similar age, who were placed on the city tower, responsible for using special red swords to cover the sword armor fighting under the city.

But even through the high city walls, watching the scene of those Yin beasts fighting like evil ghosts still makes me a little frightened.

……

June 13 of the 11th year of Qingyuan

The loss of the West Gate came unexpectedly.

We were awakened in our sleep, and Candle Yin suddenly deployed a large army to attack from the west gate, and half of the city wall collapsed, and the scene was very chaotic.

Brother Qian An told us that they had to make a detour to the rear to deal with a few candle yin witches who controlled the yin beasts.

We tried our best to stay on the walls with a rain of arrows to contain the defenders of the Candle Yin army.

Half of the collapsed city gate gave the Yin Beasts of Candle Yin an opportunity to step on the ruins and continue to rush upwards.

The defenders stubbornly guarded the pass, and engaged the Yin Beast in close combat.

Most of us were ordinary people who had barely touched anything like bows and arrows before.

Although we have trained hard for more than half a month, this little time is obviously only enough for us to get started.

The arrows' surprisingly low hit rate is difficult to effectively help the defenders who are fighting with the candles.

The defenders suffered heavy casualties, and the city gate was about to be lost, but more than that, the beast tide suddenly turned its horse head and ran towards the outside of the city.

It was Wang Che who reacted in time, realizing that it might be Brother Qian An's surprise attack on the rear.

Once such a huge beast tide returns, it is very likely that Brother Qian An and his party will not return.

Most of the defenders in the city were killed and wounded, and they were also no longer able to fight.

We decided to take the plunge and hold back the tide as much as possible.

The Yin Beast is a bloodthirsty creature, and we slit our wrists, blood spilled out, and we jumped off the city gates.

Probably because the Wuxian were being besieged by Qian An's troops, their control over the Yin Beast was obviously much weaker.

Nearly 100 people overflowed with the smell of blood, causing many Yin Beasts to break away from the large army and turn around to kill.

We are not the opponents of the Yin Beasts, and we can only fight and retreat with the cooperation of the participating sword armor.

Liu Yu was bitten off his neck by a yin beast, and right in front of me, blood splashed my face, and in just an instant, he was torn to pieces.

I didn't even have time to feel the slightest bit of sadness or anger before I turned around and had to run for my life.

Cui Quan was probably too flustered, and was tripped by the corpse on the ground, and before he could get up, the two Yin Beasts pounced.

Long Baiqu is the best among us, his father is the owner of the Great Hongwu Pavilion in the city, and he died in the night attack of Candle Yin with my father half a month ago.

He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and it is said that he has two realms of cultivation, and his archery skills are also accurate.

He followed behind the sword armor, constantly using arrow feathers to cooperate with the sword armor, harvesting the yin beasts.

But the sword armor in front of him was not noticed, and was pounced on by three Yin Beasts, and Long Baiqu, who had lost his protection, wanted to escape, but it was too late, and he was also bitten by the Yin Beasts that rushed to his feet.

Wang Che wanted to save him, but he was only halfway through when the beast tide drowned him.

I also had red eyes and wanted to fight the monster in front of me, but the herd suddenly became a mess and began to fight each other.

It was Brother Qian An who finally killed Wu Xian, who controlled these Yin Beasts......

But......

It's a little late after all......

June 14 of the 11th year of Qingyuan

Wang Dahu was scolding while giving Wang Che the corpse that was collected.

He said he was ignorant, and said he knew what to do.

It was all his own doing.

He scolded like this, and the fat on his face kept shaking, but when he scolded and scolded, his eyes turned red and he couldn't cry.

After taking care of the aftermath, I heard someone say.

Wang Dahu, who slammed the door, posted a notice at the door of his house.

It is written.

From today onwards, one person will be given one hundred taels of gold.

This period of effect is indefinite, until the wealth of my Wang family is dispersed, until the city of Wuling is destroyed.

……

June 17, 11th year of Qingyuan

The story about Oiran and Mr. Qing Poor, which had been passed down in Wuling City for several years, finally came to an end.

When Oiran threw herself on Mr. Law's cold corpse and howled, everyone understood Oiran's affection for the scholar.

But the story of Wuling City is not over.

The death continues.

……

June 20, 11th year of Qingyuan

Defeated.

The witch of the candle yin made a move.

Nearly 100 moon-level Yin beasts were raging, and we were beaten to the point where we were powerless.

We've had a lot of deaths.

There were more and more swords on Song Guicheng's back.

Those were the swords of the dead Xizhou Sword Armor.

He said that he might not be able to bring everyone back with his people, but at least, he wanted to send their swords back to the Sword Tomb in Xizhou.

He became silent, angry, hysterical.

It's not just him.

The entire Xizhou Sword Armor is like this.

……

June 22, 11th year of Qingyuan

The candleshade began to pollute the land, and the black blood caused by the spread of the dark areas began to spread in the city.

It was a terrible disease.

It usually takes only three or four days from infection to death.

At first, your skin will swell, and then pieces will fall off.

You're going to vomit incessantly, throwing blood out of your flesh and blood, even your heart and lungs.

The seven-year-old son of the butcher next door also contracted the disease.

He begged me to go to his house, and he wanted me to take Liu Pei to beg Song Guicheng to treat him.

But in fact, there is no cure for black blood.

The fact that the Xizhou Sword Armor has never been infected is not because they have any panacea, but because they have spiritual power to protect their bodies, and they can resist the erosion of evil qi better than ordinary people.

But looking at Butcher Liu's tearful appearance, I couldn't bear to tell the truth after all.

Of course, I know that this illusory hope will one day be dashed.

But for the people of Wuling City, such a hope can be one more day, it is one day.

I picked up Liu Pei and walked quickly to the barracks.

It was raining heavily, and Butcher Liu followed behind with a broken umbrella.

He was soaking wet, but his mouth kept saying softly to Liu Pei: "Pei'er, don't be afraid, right away, right away, Dad will find a way to save you, and you will get better soon." ”

But it's a pity that halfway through, Liu Pei couldn't hold on.

In the end, he just looked at his father and said, "Daddy...... I want to eat shortbread......"

Then he ran out of breath.

Butcher Liu sat paralyzed in the heavy rain for a long time with his son in his arms.

Then he got up and said thank you to me.

He staggered back with his child in his arms, and faintly I heard him muttering outside the rain curtain.

"Pei'er, dad is going to buy you shortbread."

"Buy...... A lot...... Lots of shortbread. ”

……

June 22, the eleventh year of Qingyuan, night

Today I rest in the camp, and I do not have to go to the gates of the city to garrison.

At night I heard a commotion outside the tent, and I went out to look.

It was Butcher Liu kneeling there.

He kowtowed whenever he met, and every time he struck the stone slab.

There is only that paragraph that goes over and over in his mouth.

He said.

He wants to join the Xizhou Sword Armor, do whatever he wants, just ask him to be given a sword, so that he can go into battle and kill Candle Yin.

At that moment, this butcher, who had always been mean and selfish, was no longer the neighbor I hated in the past.

He's just a father.

A father who lost his child.

June 23, the eleventh year of Qingyuan

Today, I took someone to Wang Dahu's house to pick up the supplies he had prepared for the swordsmen, and when I came back, I passed by the Red Fish Workshop.

I saw the fairy girl again.

Her face, which was once bright and beautiful, haunted me by many men in Wuling City, is now swollen like an air bag.

I know she also has black blood.

I didn't look at her again, not because I thought how ugly she was and how unsightly she was.

I just think that a girl like her should always be beautiful.

The best respect for her is not to touch her embarrassment at the moment.

……

June 27, the eleventh year of Qingyuan

Butcher Liu died.

He died outside the gates on the east side of the city.

It is said that he was very brave and was trying to save an eighteen-year-old boy who had been bitten off by a yin beast.

I am not surprised by his death.

I understood the look in his eyes when he knelt outside the barracks that day.

He had lost the will to live.

He just wanted to do something more for Liu Pei.

Even if he can't do anything.

But always try to do it.

He didn't have any friends in Wuling City, and he was the corpse I went to collect.

I picked up a doll from that pile of rotten meat.

He is a general with a big sword in his hand.

That is Liu Pei's favorite doll to hold in his hand.

He often heard him say in a milky voice that when his father held a knife, he was exactly like this general.

I laugh at him a lot.

"Your father is a butcher, and he can only kill pigs with a knife, but the general will go into battle to kill the enemy."

Liu Pei sulked a lot with me about this.

Now think about it.

He was right.

For children.

Every father is a general who can carry a sword and armor for him, and go into battle to kill the enemy.

……

The first day of the seventh month of the 11th year of Qingyuan

Song Guicheng seems to be in a good mood today.

This is rare.

The battle situation in Wuling City was dangerous, everyone was walking on thin ice, he was worried, and he had been silent since the day I entered the barracks.

But today, I don't know if it's because I drank some alcohol.

He said a lot more.

He told me a lot of things, about the world outside Wuling City, about the Xizhou Sword Armor, and about him.

He said.

They came from Jianyue City in the west, which was located in the extreme west of Dayu.

Just like outside Wuling City, there is a candle yin entrenched in the black abyss, and outside Jianyue City, there is also Yin Si who is dormant in the dark prison.

This terrible ancient remnant has always been eyeing the fertile land of the Central Plains.

And the swords and armor in Jianyue City were ordered to guard the western border in accordance with the ancient precepts to fight against the existence of these monsters.

Such an organization, initially there were dozens of them, and they were called Xiang Xingwei.

And all of them were assigned by the division called the Celestial Survey Division.

It was only with a hundred years ago that the Great Zhou was divided into two dynasties, the north and the south.

The Heaven Survey Division fell apart, and the various Xiangxingwei were cut off from each other, some were annexed, some were encroached upon, and some were scattered on the spot, and there were very few people like Jianyue City who still obeyed the ancient precepts.

Jianyue City is not having a good time now, and it all depends on the city lord Xu Zhiru to support him alone.

But Rao is like this, when he heard that the southern Xinjiang candle yin was invading, he still sent their elite to support.

He also said.

He has a daughter named Song Qingqing, who is six years old, and he doesn't understand three plus three.

I haven't seen him for almost a year, and I guess it's almost as tall as my waist......

As he spoke, his eyes turned red......

The second day of the seventh month of the eleventh year of Qingyuan

The battle situation in Wuling City suddenly took a turn for the better.

I don't know if it's because of the many major battles, the cultivation of the Xizhou sword armor has made a big breakthrough.

Brother Zhou Heng crossed two realms from the four realms to the six realms.

Brother Qian An entered the five realms from the three realms.

And Song Guicheng stepped into the threshold of the Seven Realms with one foot.

The astonishing combat power that erupted from the Xizhou sword armor caused several attacks of Candle Yin to be repulsed......

It seems that we can last a little longer, and perhaps one day, the court will remember us.

I think that at the extreme of this southern Xinjiang, there is also a Wuling City, where there are peach blossoms all over the city, and when it comes to spring, the flowers bloom like fire.

……

July 22, 11th year of Qingyuan

I finally understand how the Xizhou swordsmen did it.

They have carved magic patterns on their bodies.

That's a taboo.

Overdraw one's own life in exchange for short-lived power.

When life is exhausted, death can come in a terrifying way.

The flesh and blood in the body seemed to be drained by someone, and they withered and died.

Outside the Jianyue City in Xizhou, there is a group of alien races similar to Candle Yin, and they are called Yin Si.

This forbidden method is what he got from Yin Si.

Song Guicheng said that in places we didn't know, there must be people who are still running for the entire Wuling City, and reinforcements will definitely arrive.

The more they resisted, the closer the people of Wuling City would be to the day when reinforcements arrived.

He can't let those who have died die die in vain.

I can roughly understand his logic.

But I also know that Candle Yin has been besieging the city for half a year, and no one will come.

But I don't want to debunk it after all.

After all, people always have to think a little bit to have any hope of survival.

Even if it's just a fantasy.

I just told Song Guicheng that I also want to engrave the magic pattern, and I want to fight side by side with them.

But Song Guicheng shook his head.

He said, I'm still young, I have to live.

He told me to wait until the day when reinforcements arrived, to live, and maybe to help him take care of his tiger-headed daughter......

I don't know why, but when I heard this, my tears flowed so uncontrollably......

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August 13 of the 11th year of Qingyuan

The old Taoist priest once said.

The spring before the peach tree dies is the most beautiful flower.

Before the destruction of Wuling City, the battle fought was also very beautiful.

We killed the witch of Candle Yin.

I will never forget the scene of Song Guicheng, covered in blood on the scorched earth, holding Wu Zhu's head and roaring angrily.

At that moment, he was like the god in the story.

But in the next second, the tide-like Yin Beast drowned him.

Wuling City is broken.

I escaped under the cover of Brother Qian An.

I went to Xuandu Temple.

There I met the old Taoist priest, who was no longer silent, but brought me a pot of tea.

He said that Candle Yin wanted to turn Wuling City into a dark domain.

This was his first step in regaining the throne.

And to achieve such a purpose, the most important thing is to plant a piece of Candle Yin Divine Blood into the center of Wuling City.

Destroying that seed will stop the candle's conspiracy.

He can help me if I want.

I don't quite understand.

He's just a Taoist priest who can't even straighten his waist, how does he know this? How can you help me?

The old man just spit out a few words tremblingly: "Actually, I am a god." At least it used to be. ”

It felt ridiculous, but I chose to believe it.

Just like Song Guicheng believed that someone would come to the rescue of Wuling City.

People always have to think.

In order to do this well, I engraved a magic pattern on my body.

Gather all the swords I can find.

Break the array, Chitose, Swallow in front of the door, Begonia before the rain, pear blossom first snow, second watch, spring is not late......

They come from different people.

But I think if what the old Taoist priest said is true, I want to take them to see the rout of the candle yin......

This is probably the last of the Lonely City Codex.

I don't know if I'll make it.

If anyone can pick up this manuscript, please give it to a girl named Zhao Nianshuang in Tianhang Mountain.

Tell her.

I'm sorry, but I can't make my appointment to meet her.

Oh.

That's right.

My name.

It's called Chu Qingxiao.