Looking at Wen Guanglu's back running away, Zhu Hu's face lost the look he should have, his face was dead, and even the original motivation to escape was lost. I didn't expect that the master I regarded as an immortal god was so ruthless and cold-blooded, and when the danger came, I simply gave up on myself.

Zhu Hu grinned bitterly, stopped his heavy steps, looked up at the sun that had just risen, and tried to enjoy the warmth of this moment, which was the last sunshine he could see in his life, and the last warmth he could feel.

"Boss! Run! If you don't run, you'll die! ”

The bandit who was supporting Zhu Hu to flee for his life suddenly found that his boss had stopped, and he couldn't help but urge Zhu Hu loudly in a hurry.

"Run? There's no escape. Brother, I'm the one who has troubled you. Let's give birth to our brothers here. ”

Zhu Hu grinned bitterly at the companion beside him, and said disheartenedly.

Cold! Very cold!

A biting cold current floated from behind them, and the chill, which was a hundred times colder than the cold winter wax moon, instantly froze the two of them, and in the rising sun, the two ice sculptures reflected a little bright light.

Yang Ning stood in front of the two ice sculptures, stopped, looked at Wen Guanglu's back as he gradually moved away, and did not continue to chase. His target is Zhu Hu and the others, and now that the first evil has been ambushed, his wish has been fulfilled, and he has also lost the mood to continue to chase and kill.

The fiery red sun has gradually risen into the sky, and the warm and slightly hot sun shines on the earth. Yang Ning looked around in the distance for a while, just as Tang Xiong said, the Norvi Dynasty broke through the city wall, it was just a momentary momentum, plundering, and there was no absolute advantage in terms of troops.

After the generals of the defenders of Nantu County stabilized the morale of the army, they dispatched soldiers from all walks of life to cooperate with the civilian warriors organized in the county, taking advantage of the large number of people and the familiarity of the local environment, after a morning of fighting to resist, block and expel them, annihilated more than 30,000 soldiers of the Norvi Dynasty, captured more than 20,000, and successfully drove them out of the county.

However, with the monks also involved in the battle, Nantu paid a terrible price. Nearly 30,000 soldiers and warriors were killed in the battle, and countless were wounded; The number of civilian casualties has doubled; Houses and streets were damaged, and even the grain storage warehouse of the county guard was burned in the fire, and it took a lot of gold and silver to rebuild. What's even more worrying is that when the Norvi Dynasty was defeated, tens of thousands of soldiers swept away countless treasures in the county.

The smoke of gunpowder was filled in Nantu County, and all kinds of anxious, hesitant, painful, and sad noises were mixed together, and on the high city wall, the busy soldiers endured their grief and moved large stones to fill the cracked city wall.

This is the cruelty of the martial arts world, and only when you are strong can you have a place to live. Yang Ning felt a chill in his heart, after this incident in Nantu County, he figured out a truth.

With a sigh of emotion in his heart, he took heavy steps, and Yang Ning slowly turned around and walked towards the forging place.

The forging place was next to the barracks, and it was not attacked much in this rebellion, only harassed by the soldiers of the Norvi Dynasty who had fled here, but it was quickly suppressed by the soldiers who came out of the barracks.

When Yang Ning returned to the door of the forging place, he only found that there were several scratches left by weapons on the wall of the forging place, and even the gate was not damaged.

"Daddy. You're back. ”

"Brother Yang, you're back."

Gently pushing open the door of the accommodation cabin, there was a childish child's voice and a thick and calm middle-aged voice in the room, two voices.

"Brother Tang, thank you!"

When he stepped into the hut, he saw Tang Xiong, who was sitting calmly in the center of the living room with a cup of tea in his hand, and next to him was his uncertain son.

Seeing this situation, Yang Ning still didn't understand, this was because Tang Xiong knew his concerns and deliberately came over to protect Yang An secretly. He bowed deeply to Tang Xiong from the bottom of his heart.

"Haha, Brother Yang is polite. It's just to come over and ask for a cup of tea to drink, and chat with young people by the way. It's good to talk to young people, and my heart has become younger. Hehe......"

Tang Xiong gently put down the teacup, waved his hand very casually, took an empty cup from the table, poured tea, and motioned for Yang Ning to sit down together.

Knowing that this was Tang Xiong's polite words, Yang Ning didn't break it, and smiled knowingly.

"Brother Tang, after two days, the situation here is a little more stable, I will bid farewell to Ma Junshou and go to the royal city with you."

Taking a sip of tea to moisten his throat, Yang Ning's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he whispered to Tang Xiong. Only by contacting higher and deeper classics and obtaining more resources can he improve his cultivation strength faster, and Yang Ning also hopes that it can be achieved as soon as possible, so that there will be a greater guarantee of survival.

"Good! Just wait for Brother Yang's words. ”

Tang Xiong was full of joy, what he was waiting for was Yang Ning's words, the sooner he arrived at the Ten Thousand Soldiers Pavilion, he would be able to obtain merit rewards as soon as possible, and he would be able to obtain more benefits from the sect.

"By the way, Brother Tang, there is something I don't understand that my little brother wants to ask."

The chaos in Nantu County gradually subsided under the pacification and rescue of the defenders led by Ma Zhiqing, and the soldiers and civilians began to clean up in an orderly manner. Yang Ning chatted with Tang Xiong for a while, and suddenly remembered the situation of fighting with Wen Guanglu, his brows furrowed, and he wanted to ask Tang Xiong for clarification.

"Oh, Brother Yang has something that I don't understand, let's listen to it, and see if I can give you a detailed answer."

I know that Yang Ning has extraordinary talents in cultivation and forging, but he is a real rookie on the path of cultivation. Hearing Yang Ning's question, Tang Xiong was also willing to answer for him, and at the same time, he was also a little curious, what question did Yang Ning want to ask?

Picking up the teacup in front of him and taking a sip of tea, Yang Ning told Tang Xiong about the situation he felt from walking out of the gate of the forging place and the process of killing the bandits and fighting with Wen Guanglu, and even more emphasized the doubts in his heart.

"Haha...... I see. ”

For Yang Ning, a potential talent, Tang Xiong is very concerned. After listening carefully to Yang Ning's words, he smiled. However, in the midst of the smile, Tang Xiong's half-squinted eyes hid a trace of imperceptible sadness.

When the two countries were at war, it was true that the monks were not allowed to fight directly in the army, and this was only limited to the two sides fighting outside the city, but when the city was broken, this rule would lose its due limit. There is a scuffle in the city, and there are no rules to speak of.

Hearing this explanation, Yang Ning's expression was gloomy and he felt an inexplicable sadness. In this world, the strong are respected, yearning for cultivation, all the rules are formulated by the strong, ordinary people are like grass mustard, trapped in one place when there is nothing to do, and when a huge change occurs, they are powerless to resist, no matter what kind of situation they are in, in the end, it is these ordinary people who suffer the most.

Noticing that Yang Ning's expression had changed, Tang Xiong smiled helplessly. For some unreasonable rules, as far as these little people are concerned, even if they have the heart, they are powerless to change them.

"Brother Yang, how big is the difference between an ordinary martial artist and a monk, I shouldn't need to talk about this. Those bandits dare to provoke you, it is purely an act of seeking death. As for the Wen Guanglu you mentioned who fought with you, and the sect behind him: the Charm Gate, it can be said that it is a wonderful flower in the cultivation world. ”

Speaking of the charm door, Tang Xiong became talkative, without pausing, and washed away the sadness that had surged in the hearts of the two of them just now.

Since the establishment of the sect by their first generation of founding patriarchs a thousand years ago, the whole sect has devoted all their lives of cultivation efforts to drawing talismans, never paying attention to the cultivation of martial arts, spells, etc., thinking that everything other than the talisman is just an auxiliary product, which can be practiced or not, and even the exercises practiced are because they need to absorb refining aura to stimulate the talisman, so they have to cultivate.

The fighting method of this sect is very simple, that is, relying on talismans to win. The only thing that I care about is that my body method is more important, and the ability to escape is not bad, and I almost lose the battle in close combat, and in general, it is a sect that fights five scum. Therefore, although this sect can stand for thousands of years, it will not fall. However, they can only survive in the lowest dynasties.