"That's it. ”

Chen Jinzhi thought about it, took a few steps back, and bowed deeply to the stone platform where he was sitting before.

It was early in the morning when I sat down, but it was dusk. Time flies, as if it were a world away. The red glow of the setting sun burned half the sky red, exactly like in that picture.

He suddenly had some confidence that the existence beyond the royal rank that Mo Yun Gongzi said that night was true. The ancient contract in the picture is vividly visible. What kind of era was this before the fall of God...

Is it powerful?

Mystery is it?

Or is it unprecedented?

At least in the north, he doesn't know. I still remember that a few years ago, he asked Yu Yu about the Fall of God, but the latter, like Blue Painting Heart, never mentioned it.

"Huh. ”

Chen Jinzhi wanted to go down the mountain, and saw Yu Yan sitting alone on a mountain rock, holding his cheek with his right hand, and looking at the sky stupidly.

"Sister Yuyu, I've been waiting for a long time. ”

He said.

Yu Yu turned his head in shock, almost stumbled, and suddenly smiled lightly:

"You've done it. ”

Without waiting for Chen Jinzhi to answer, she stepped on the rocks and went down the mountain.

"Hey. Slow down... ”

Chen Jin chased after him.

Under the oblique afterglow, there are mottled shadows of the two.

Two days later ...

Iron Mountain City, mid-day...

Today's Iron Mountain City is heavily guarded, and the city is densely stacked with five layers of enchantment protection, which makes it take a lot of effort for Yu Jing and Ouyang Qing to come in.

On the city wall, catapults are neatly arranged, and the soldiers of the garrison are stubborn and ready for battle.

Inside the city, a team of sergeants dispatched urgently, and countless heavy iron boots seemed to make the earth vibrate with it. Among them, hundreds of thousands of laborers, some carrying stacks of arrows, some repairing the city defenses, and some scattered to distribute military rations.

All in all, although it is noisy, it seems to be orderly.

Yu Wei asked, and only then did he learn that it turned out that several fortresses north of Iron Mountain City had all fallen. The enemy army drove straight into the city.

"Damn, it's a shame. ”

The person at the head of the main hall cursed, his armor had not been taken off, and his face was very embarrassed. This person is Ouyang Song, but he is thirty years old, but he is the number one person in the casting capital, the head of the Ouyang family.

"I lost three inferior weapons today, and I couldn't hurt him a single hair!"

Ouyang Song said a little irritably, raising his hand and smashing the tea cup on the table.

What is a great weapon? The grade of the world's armor and weapons, under the artifact, is the great weapon. If a butcher's knife is like this, it can only be regarded as a first-class weapon now. Under the great vessel, it is called a mortal vessel. Below, it just doesn't enter the stream, and there is no grade.

And each level has three grades: upper, middle and lower. There are titles such as the superior instrument and the medium mortal instrument.

"Big brother is angry. ”

Ouyang Qing hurriedly got up and said:

"Dare to ask how the thief's first cultivation is?"

"The third stage of the king is the same as Xiao Yan. I didn't expect that I was a king-level second-stage and a big weapon, and I was not an opponent at all. ”

Ouyang Song took a sip and kicked the round table over again, what kind of teapot, dim sum, fell all over the ground, and the soup was full of water. Ouyang Song then walked away. And when he said Xiaoyu, he naturally meant Yuyu. Yu Yu is only one year older than Chen Jinzhi, so he is younger than Ouyang Song.

Why are you so irritable today?。。。

Ouyang Qing thought about it, and didn't dare to catch up and ask again.

The people were trembling, hurriedly cleaning up and cleaning, and Yu Wei went to the other side with Ouyang Qing.

In fact, the Ouyang clan has always made a fortune from war. The capital is located in the southwest of the northern territory, and in the western part of the northern territory, many family forces are fighting all year round, so the Ouyang clan provides all kinds of weapons, armor, arrows, etc., to make huge profits.

However, those people in the west are not stupid, and often every ten years, a family that dominates the entire west will emerge. At this time, they will definitely form a Western Alliance to crusade against the Ouyang Clan, after all, the behavior of sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight is unjust, and it will always be despicable.

The leader of the thieves Ouyang Qing said was the commander of the Western Coalition Army this time.

And throughout the past few hundred years, the Western Coalition has made trouble nearly 20 times. However, this Ouyang clan is located in a dangerous place in the southwest, the soldiers are good and the food is sufficient, and its own strength is not weak, and then it has the support of the Yu Clan's Broken Sky Sect, so this western coalition army can't set off much wind and waves at all. Often they can't even take a fortress, so they retreat in disgrace. And after the withdrawal of troops, it will not be long before the west will fall back into civil strife.

This time, the Western Coalition Army seems to be menacing, and in just over a month, it has already approached the city of Tieshan.

"Eh, good afternoon. Uncle Quilt. ”

At this time, a rickety old man suddenly walked into the main hall, and Yu Wei greeted him sweetly.

The rickety old man was in rags and tattered, and even said that some of them were not covered with clothes or shoes, and walked barefoot. His hair is so thick that it never seems to be groomed, so much so that it completely obscures his face. It's like a beggar.

The rickety old man's right hand was empty, and his right arm was just hanging low, looking very thin. However, under the armpit of his left arm, he was holding a roll of bedding.

How do you describe this quilt?

It can only be said that it is no longer possible to distinguish the color of the eyes, it is a dark mess, and it can be clearly found that this roll of bedding is full of all kinds of patches, and the stitches are also very clumsy.

What's even more bizarre is that this rickety old man does not have the slightest fluctuation of imperial qi, as if he is an ordinary person, not a monk at all.

"Hello, senpai. I would like to greet you on behalf of my eldest brother. ”

Ouyang Qing bowed. The old man didn't agree, but just found a place to sit on his own.

No one knew what the old man's name was, but the only thing that was certain was that no one dared to despise the old man. He has lived for more than a hundred years, and he can be regarded as a strong man of the previous generation. Moreover, he was born a king-level powerhouse.

The old man didn't pay attention to the two of them, and just muttered to himself, the voice was small and indistinct, and no one could understand it.

Yu Jing and Ouyang Qing then retired and walked onto the city wall.

"Did you say you could ask Uncle Quilt to do it this time?"

Yu Wei asked.

"It's hard to say, you know his old man's temperament. ”

Ouyang Qing replied, and Yu Wei suddenly remembered the first time she heard the story of "Uncle Quilt".

When she saw this sloppy old man for the first time, she was disgusted, and this "quilt uncle" didn't fluctuate at all, so she thought it was a flower child.

At that time, he was about to ask why he wanted to let such a person enter the main hall, but he was stopped by Ouyang Qing.

Ouyang Qing said:

This "Uncle Quilt" was indeed a beggar in Iron Mountain City. Other beggars begged for money, but he only begged for a little food, and he was not so old at that time.

Rumor has it that the old beggar was a madman, for he walked up and down every day with the futon in his arms, and at night he slept on the floor.

There are many kind-hearted people, and people often give him some leftovers, so although he doesn't take the next meal, he can still be regarded as able to live.

Until one day, a few thugs knocked him to the ground and snatched his futon by force, and the "quilt uncle" struggled to snatch it, but his fists were defeated by four hands, and he was old and weak, so he naturally couldn't fight.

But he was red-eyed, and his leg was broken, and he crawled, gnawing at the bastard's leg with his teeth, and howling very strangely, to get his quilt back.

So, the gangster was in pain, and several people beat him with a dead hand. "Uncle Quilt" struggled to get up countless times, but was forcibly pressed down.

Several young men with strong blood fought for nearly a quarter of an hour, beating the "Uncle Quilt" to the point of dying, and the blood flowed profusely. But I found that the latter actually stood up.

The gangsters led by him thought it was a return to the light, so he was about to kick it over again, but he let the "Uncle Quilt" slap him, and they were all blown away.

Some pedestrians went to see that all the thugs were shocked to death.

The pedestrians hurriedly retreated, but saw the "quilt uncle" holding his roll of bedding and stomping on it violently, jumping and beating, and even trampled all the bodies of those gangsters into a puddle of flesh.

The law enforcement team arrived and found that this "Uncle Quilt" was using imperial energy. So the captain rushed over to arrest him, but he was also slapped to death.

That captain was probably a sixth-rank knight cultivator, so everyone only dared to watch from a distance, watching him tear all the hands and feet of the law enforcement captain to pieces, take off his head and stomp on it with his feet.

Later, a Ouyang Keqing came, who was said to be a great knight realm cultivator, and rushed over to subdue the "Uncle Quilt", but his fate was the same as those before, becoming a puddle of meat at the feet of the "Uncle Quilt".

Seeing that there was no one to catch him at this time, the "Uncle Quilt" looked vigilant, shielded the futon under his armpit with both hands, and ran away with his waist, and no one dared not to dodge everywhere he went.

At that time, the head of the Ouyang family, that is, the father of Ouyang Song, was known as the old city lord, and the old city lord was the cultivator of the second stage of the royal rank, so he found the "quilt uncle". I found that his imperial aura was extremely terrifying, and if it was about cultivation, I am afraid that he had already reached the height of the fifth rank of the king rank. But the old city lord fought with him, and he was barely able to resist it, just because the offensive of this "Uncle Quilt" had no rules at all, and it seemed that he didn't even have exercises, just like a person who had never cultivated the emperor's qi, just releasing his power indiscriminately to attack everywhere.

The deeds of "Uncle Quilt" soon spread throughout the entire Iron Mountain City, and even the Casting Capital and the Broken Sky City thousands of miles away also had rumors about him. No one knows where the power of "Uncle Quilt" comes from. But after that, there is a legend that this old beggar was originally a super strong man who was hidden from the world. However, there are more rumors that the old beggar's quilt is a peerless divine weapon, and as long as he can get it, he can obtain the same terrifying skills as the old beggar.

It's always been a mystery, and it still is.

No matter what "Uncle Quilt" does, his roll of bedding is inseparable, and countless people who want to snatch it all die tragically in his hands.

And he still walked the streets and alleys every day, as if nothing had happened, when he was hungry, he went door to door to beg for some leftovers, and when he was sleepy, he just found a sheltered corner and curled up to sleep. But no one dared to refuse him when he was begging. Some even cooked food for him.

Postscript:

The prototype of "Uncle Quilt" is a friend of the author. This friend suffered from depression before his death, and his lover was his quilt. But he couldn't protect his quilt, and he ended up jumping off the top floor...

Therefore, in this memory, the heartache when I write here is indescribable, and it is difficult to hide.

- SS white-clothed Chang'an