After Wuxu told the story of the Lonely Garden of Sheweiguo, everyone chatted a few more words. Pan Ruoxue, Huang Lei, and Wu Yuzi walked over. That Huang Lei took out a brown-yellow elixir, distributed it to everyone, and then assigned the task.

Wu Xuan saw that no matter whether it was a demon cultivator or a human monk, he swallowed the pill one after another and swallowed it in his stomach, so he also held it in his mouth, and his divine sense transmitted Pan Ruoxue. Fang knew that this was the Mixed Yuan Pill, after the demon cultivator was subdued, he could use his spiritual power to diffuse, he could cover the demon qi in his body and act as a human monk, but the time limit was limited, and it was only effective for three days and three nights. And this mixed yuan pill also has a miraculous effect, that is, the same batch refined by the same person, whether it is a demon cultivator or a human monk, after taking it, there is the same aura on the body, and they can sense each other within a hundred miles. Therefore, for the sake of mobility, the human monks also took it together.

Wu Xuan was about to swallow this mixed yuan pill, when suddenly he had an idea, and secretly divided the pill into two halves, swallowed half of it, and still held it in his mouth.

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At this moment, Anfeng City is heavily guarded, and it is basically not allowed to enter or exit. Since Pan Ruoxue and the others are here, they naturally have a way.

Not long after Wuxu and the others took the Mixed Yuan Dan, a team of Red Turban Army came from afar. When the soldiers saw that there were so many strangers in the woods, they rushed forward to arrest and interrogate them, but they saw that the partial general who led the team, riding on horseback, dancing with spears in their hands, danced like flowers, and stabbed all these soldiers to death. Then he turned over and dismounted, stepped forward, and saluted Pan Ruoxue and the others with fists.

Wuxu secretly observed on the side, and this partial general in military uniform turned out to be Han Shuanghu of Hancang Mountain. I saw that he had a tiger on his back, a pair of copper bell-like eyes, like two blood-red lanterns, a dark gold long machete on his back, and a double-edged silver spear, the head of which had turned black because of excessive blood. Obviously, he was killed in the sea of corpses and blood, and his body was murderous.

Several demon cultivators were forced by the murderous aura on their bodies, and they unconsciously took a few steps back.

Wuxu and the others stripped off the military uniforms from the dead sergeants, put them on themselves, and then "returned from target shooting" with Han Shuanghu in a mighty way; the leading captain recognized Han Shuanghu, waved his hand, and everyone swaggered into Anfeng City. The guards on both sides of the gate stood listlessly, their eyes glazed over, like clay sculptures.

After entering the city, Wuxu and the others were divided into three teams, led by Pan Ruoxue and the others, lurking in various parts of the city. As for Han Shuanghu's return to the camp, how to explain it, it is nothing more than that after leaving the city, the army's morale was unstable, the soldiers fled, and killed several people, so that's it.

What Wuxu is worried about is whether the two so-called Confucian ghost cultivators who seem to be Xie Jun and Li Bai who met in Daqingshan last night in the Taiping Mansion in this world, Dangtu County in the later generations, will they report the information to Zhu Yuanzhang to know; after Zhu Yuanzhang knows about it, will he send troops to rescue him?

What made Wuxu even more worried was that before he entered Anfeng City, Wuxu looked far away, and noticed that there was a strong murderous aura and resentment in the sky above the city. After entering the city, not only could you see bloodstains and stumps everywhere on the streets, and you could hardly see the common people, but only saw teams of red-eyed sergeants, and the divine consciousness was in the mandala Dharma realm, as if hearing countless sorrowful cries and seeing the boundless miserable situation, so that Wuxu was so worried that he did not dare to easily recite the "Sutra of Amitayus" in the Dharma realm. There are too many unjust souls, if you recite the scriptures easily, I am afraid that the resentment of the whole city will come to you, and it is a trivial matter to expose your identity, and the most worrying thing is whether you have such a cultivation realm to do such a great merit.

Such a city, for those who cultivate Buddhism, is no less than coming to the Infernal Hell.

Pan Ruoxue's team lurked in an abandoned official mansion in Anfeng City, and the original master and slave had long since lost their whereabouts. Everyone came here in the dark according to the map mark, and after listening to Pan Ruoxue's instructions in the living room, they each found a room to live in.

Unexpectedly, not long after nightfall, Wuxu heard the crows outside the window, flying from an old locust tree. Wu Xu's divine sense probed a little, and outside the abandoned mansion, the fire flickered, and then there was a dispute.

After listening carefully, it seemed that the leader of the team wanted to come in and search, but the people under him felt that it was unnecessary, and complained there, played Tai Chi, only kicked open the door, held the torch, shook it, and wanted to leave and inspect the next place.

Wuxu heard the voice of the leader of the team very familiarly, and unconsciously flew quietly over the door and looked down.

I saw a yellow-faced man, riding a thin horse, wearing a helmet, wearing iron armor, holding the reins in one hand and a sword in the other, pointing to the door, and said sharply, "The emperor and the prime minister have an order, in order to prevent mixing into spies, every abandoned house must be strictly investigated." Are you going to disobey the military order?!"

The two burly lieutenants next to him said with a wry smile and a sarcastic voice, "General Zhao, there are too many abandoned mansions in Anfeng City to count. If you check this piece one by one every night, the brothers may not be able to check it by noon tomorrow. Now, there is a great shortage of food in the city, and many brothers are so hungry that they can't walk anymore after listening to you. If it continues to be consumed like this tonight, how can the Ming Yen army attack the city?"

Wu Xuan was hidden in the night sky, and when he looked at the past, those sergeants, all with dull expressions, instinctively holding their weapons, bent over their waists, all supported by one breath, standing there, the conversation between the chief general and the two captains seemed to be unheard.

If you can't understand the above, you can think back to the five-kilometer run when you were in college, and think back to whether you ran later, you were very numb, and you ran there unconsciously in one breath. These soldiers, in the eyes of Wu Xu, are in that situation.

The chief general surnamed Zhao, who heard the lieutenant below talking about food, unconsciously bit his lip, but his eyes were brighter, and he stubbornly held his sword there, looked at the pitch black inside the gate, and said loudly, "You wait outside, and General Ben will go in and inspect it alone." "After that, as soon as the legs are clamped between the crotch and the thin horse, they are about to break in.

Who knows, this General Zhao, a thin horse under his crotch, thought that he was also faint from hunger, and was caught by him, and he actually let out a low wail, his front legs were weak, and he fell to the ground. This General Zhao was caught off guard, almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, the two lieutenants who spoke just now leaned closer and held them up.

The general, with his helmet falling to the ground and his long hair scattered over his shoulders, struggled to throw the two lieutenants and strode into the gate of the mansion.

The people lurking in the mansion were already in their respective rooms at this moment, holding weapons, just waiting for Pan Ruoxue's order. Wu Xuan An pinched his sweat, and was about to think about how to make these demon cultivators calm and not be impatient, hide their traces, and don't hurt people.

Suddenly, the thin horse, which fell to its knees, let out a slightly inaudible neigh, which looked particularly miserable in the night sky. I saw that General Zhao, the front foot stepped in, and the back foot was about to follow, and immediately turned around, returned to the thin horse that knelt on the ground, squatted down, and gently stroked the horse's head with his hand, as if he was whispering comfort.

After a while, the general Zhao stroked the horse's back with his hand, and the thin horse slowly stood up again. The yellow-faced General Zhao, holding the reins, said to the two captains, "I'll go in and have a look, and you guys will go and inspect the next house." ”

The two lieutenants and the sergeants could not bear to leave, and persuaded each other bitterly.

The general smiled and said, "In that case, you should rest for a while, and General Ben will go in and inspect it for a while, and then come out." After that, regardless of everyone, he led the thin horse that had accompanied him for many years and entered the gate of the mansion.

After General Zhao came in, he didn't bring a torch, but just borrowed some starlight and walked inside. When he was about to reach the living room, the demon cultivators who were hidden everywhere couldn't help but gradually let out a little breath. The general did not notice, but the lean horse, with trembling feet and hesitation, and kept wailing and neighing. This General Zhao lovingly hugged the horse's neck and patted it gently, while the thing he was wearing on his chest emitted a faint white light, enveloping the horse. The old thin horse has just settled down.

The general, however, frowned slightly, and suddenly said to the horse, "I didn't expect you to be so hungry, so General Ben will take you back, have a good meal, and rest for the night." Then he turned around, led the horse, and walked outside, with a stumbling step.

Wuxu was in the night sky, looking at this yellow-faced man, this old thin horse, suddenly felt that his cheeks were moist, and he wiped them with his hands, but there were two lines of silent tears.

In his consciousness, Pan Ruoxue's voice suddenly came, "It's not good, this person has already noticed our traces, and if he leaves at this moment, he will definitely be-"

Wuxu hurriedly said, "Fairy Pan, fellow Daoists, this person is my old friend, please don't be impatient, Cang will deal with it." ”

The demon cultivators who were about to move, seeing that they were seeking each other, Pan Ruoxue had no more words, so they quieted down.

Wuxu, slowly descending, appeared in front, staring at the yellow-faced general.

The yellow-faced general, holding a sword, was about to ask sharply, when suddenly a white light appeared on his chest, enveloping him and Wuxu. Then, it was pitch black, and the yellow-faced general and Wuxu, as well as the thin horse, disappeared.

In the mandala Dharma realm, the yellow-faced general, holding a thin horse, looked around the Buddha hall, his body went limp, and he fell to the ground.

Wuxu stepped forward and helped him up, and the yellow-faced general suddenly hugged Wuxu and cried.

While crying, he said, "Grandma is gone, and Da Song is almost gone." ”

Wu Xuan didn't know what to say, so he had to pat his back, secretly use his spiritual power, and transport it into his body to regulate his disordered and weak aura, and when it was slightly soothed, he said, "I didn't expect to meet Miss Zhao here." If it weren't for the pearl refined by the little monk himself, he really wouldn't dare to recognize him. ”

The yellow-faced general said in a low voice, "Before, the pearl on his chest automatically emitted white light, and Tong'er thought that there were ghosts, wild ghosts, demons and monsters here, but when she saw this Buddha hall, she knew that it was you." ”

Seeing that Zhao Tong's mood seemed to be unstable, Wuxu said slowly, "Well, yes." Before, I saw a yellow-faced general, but I felt familiar, and I couldn't figure it out, if it weren't for this pearl, the little monk really couldn't believe it was you. Unexpectedly, you left Dadu, went to Liu Futong's army, and arrived in this Anfeng City. ”

Zhao Tong suddenly woke up and shouted, "Grandma was killed by the Yuan thief, and not long after, I was summoned by Prime Minister Liu Cheng to leave the Qinglou and come to Yingzhou to counsel the military intelligence and assist in the world's intelligence. Then welcome Han Lin'er, the son of Elder Han, and establish the Dragon and Phoenix Great Song Dynasty. With Prime Minister Liu Cheng, hundreds of thousands of troops, the three-way northern expedition. It's a pity that the achievements fell short, the dead died, the descended descended, and the fleeing escaped. And Nachakhan Timur used cunning to take Yidu, and slew many of our brethren. Helpless, Prime Minister Liu Cheng retreated to the isolated city of Anfeng. Now, the city is almost to the point of cannibalism!"

Wuxu hurriedly hugged Zhao Tong and said warmly, "It's okay, it's okay." ”

Zhao Tong said as he spoke, being hugged by Wuxu like this, but he was even more sad, "I think that since I was a child, my parents were killed by the Yuan thief, and I followed Grandma Liu and followed the White Lotus Sect to practice Taoism." When it was a little longer, he threw himself into the lazy teaching, pretending to be a heavenly demon dancer, and sent himself to a fireworks place like Yueshu Pavilion to spy on the military situation. When he arrived in the Great Song Army, he was even more restless, and he only wanted to take revenge and fight against the Yuan Dynasty. But who expected, in the end, he still did not avenge his country and family, and he was alone like a dream. ”

Wuxu, I had to still strod his back.

The more Zhao Tong spoke, the more excited he became, and later he cried, "Master Wuxu, there is really a cycle of cause and effect in this world, is retribution unpleasant?

Wuxu looked at the light singing and dancing under the moon in the past, with a pink face and red lips, but now he was dressed in bloody clothes and his face was thin and yellow, and he burst into tears there, and Zhao Tong, who looked like crazy, was also sad and relieved, "It's not that I don't report it, the time has not come." The uprising has not yet succeeded, and you and I still have work to do. ”

That's right

Wrapped in dead clothes to return the city, the birds outside the window are singing, and the old people come;

The iron-clad thin horse rode alone, and the general changed his face in a hundred battles.