"Take your dirty hands off my waist!" Pei Lingyun, who was walking under the starry sky hundreds of feet high, whispered to Wu Lu behind him.

At this time, Wu Lu looked down at the burning Pyongyang City under his feet in horror. At this time, it was already sunset, but the city of Pyongyang was still as bright as day, and the Ming army attacked the strongholds of the Japanese army that were still resisting in the corner of the city, burning them with fire and smoke, and as soon as the Japanese soldiers who could not stand it rushed out, they would cut them with knives and shoot them with arrows, all of which were trying to harvest the lives of the Japanese soldiers as much as possible.

Being so high in the sky, looking at the overall situation, can we understand the cruelty of war more clearly. Wu Lu could see the Japanese people on fire running out of the stronghold, looking for water everywhere, but before they could run a few steps, they were cut off and cut off by the dead soldiers of the Ming army to do military feats. The terrible screams can still be heard even if they are a hundred feet in the air.

Wu Lu stepped on a huge scimitar sacrificed by Pei Lingyun, although the blue light emitted by this curved blade was also like a real thing, but Wu Lu did not dare to step on it, only dared to step on the metal knife, which was a little cramped and unstable, and inadvertently grabbed Pei Lingyun's slender waist, only concerned about observing the battle situation in Pyongyang City under his feet, and ignored Pei Lingyun's words.

Seeing that Wu Lu still didn't let go, Pei Lingyun bit his silver teeth, sneered and grabbed Wu Lu's sleeve, and threw it off the flying magic weapon scimitar.

Wu Lu's body fell towards the ground, and he was only a dozen feet off the ground in an instant when he shouted for help, and he was about to fall into flesh. Pei Lingyun's figure came in an instant, grabbing Wu Lu's back and slashing across the Taedong River east of Pyongyang City, the huge air current left a scratch on the river until a hilly hilltop lowered Wu Lu.

"The immortal spares his life, the villain really has no intention of offending. Wu Lu, who had just escaped death, hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.

Pei Lingyun sneered, stood with his hands behind his back, looked at Pyongyang City on the other side of the Dadong River, and said indifferently: "What do you think about the vast sentient beings who just looked at the earth under your feet in the sky?"

Wu Lu hurriedly flattered: "The immortal is a fairy-like figure, and this means of flying away from the world is naturally something that the villain has never seen, and the villain must sincerely serve the immortal!"

"Immortals?hahaha!Immortals??, how can there be any immortals in this world?" Pei Lingyun turned around and said with a smile: "It's just that you ignorant mortals regard cultivators as immortals, and you still weave so many legends and stories. ”

Wu Lu was a little confused, and he was puzzled: "The immortal has such a magical power, is it not an immortal?

Pei Lingyun was silent for a moment and then said: "Self-cultivation and truth-seeking, if you are not burdened by the mortal body, you are a cultivator." Cultivators are divided into multiple levels according to the level of cultivation, those who lead the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body and condense the qi for the qi training period, those who build the spiritual foundation of the spiritual qi liquid for the foundation building period, those who sink the spiritual liquid into the dantian and condense the natal golden pill for the knot pill period, those who turn the golden pill into the yuan power to cultivate the yuan infant for the yuan infant period, and those who turn the yuan infant into the yuan god and ascend in the day are the god transformation period, these five realms are just the realm of cultivation that we can understand in the lower realm, and then the upper refining void, merger, Mahayana, The Tribulation is already a legendary realm, and the cultivators of this realm have already ascended to the immortal realm, which is not something I can understand. ”

Wu Lu opened his mouth wide, and when he finally understood clearly, he hurriedly asked, "What kind of cultivation is that immortal?"

Pei Lingyun said with a cold face: "In the early stage of foundation building. ”

Wu Lu was very surprised, the foundation building period can have such great magical powers as flying to the sky and retreating, the Dan period, the god transformation period, and the Yuan infant period are not the same as the Daluo immortals, and the legendary refining void, merger, Mahayana, and tribulation are even more unthinkable.

"If you want to become a cultivator, you must have a spiritual root, and the spiritual root attribute is also divided into good or bad qualifications, the best is the owner of a single attribute spiritual root, also known as the heavenly spiritual root, and the second is the mutated spiritual root, such as the wind attribute thunder attribute spiritual root, followed by the dual-attribute spiritual root, you are the wood fire dual-attribute spiritual root, the more complex the spiritual root attribute, the slower the cultivation speed, and the cultivator's lifespan is limited, if you can't quickly improve the realm, you can only get rid of the physical aging and final military solution, and if your qualifications are placed in the cultivation world, you are sure that you can build a foundation, but the spiritual energy in this world is exhausted, if you stay here, you will never be able to build a foundation。 ”

"Come with me to the cultivation world, it's better than living like an ant now. Pei Lingyun was kind and seductive, Wu Lu didn't expect that this woman was just thinking about selling him to the Xiuzhen sect and family, so that he could exchange some spirit stone magic weapons to make up for the loss.

But Wu Lu is not stupid, he knows that this Pei Lingyun will definitely not be so kind, and he has come to him several times in order to take him to the cultivation world to ask for immortals. So he asked him what he could do for Pei Lingyun.

Pei Lingyun thought for a moment, and finally told Wu Lu about Wanfa Yi and the covenant to explore the treasure three years later, bluntly saying that she would teach Wu Lu to cultivate the basic exercises of the fire attribute, as long as he worked hard to cultivate and brought him enough benefits after three years, he would return his free body. At that time, whether he would continue to stay in the mortal world or follow her to the cultivation world was all up to Wu Lu himself.

Pei Lingjun believed that once Wu Lu entered the Qi cultivation period, he would inevitably embark on the path of cultivating the truth completely, and would not go back at all. After three years, after the treasure exploration is used, he will take him back to the cultivation world, and when he cultivates to reach the seventh level of the Qi cultivation period, he can find some buyers who are willing to bid, or he can sell it to some small cultivation families, I believe that with the qualification of the second-attribute spirit root, how can he sell a hundred spirit stones.

"Okay, I'll talk to you about cultivation later. You stay here for one night first, and tomorrow morning I will send someone to take you to another place, a place suitable for your cultivation. After Pei Lingyun finished speaking, he threw a book to Wu Lu and said: "This is the cultivation mantra I have written in your words over the years, you will memorize it during this time, I still have important matters to deal with, and I will guide you in cultivation matters after a while." ”

Pei Lingyun was about to leave after speaking, but when he saw Wu Lu alone on this mountain, he was afraid that something would happen to him, so he took out a Japanese bird gun and gunpowder lead from the storage bag and said: "You haven't practiced qi yet, and you can't use the book of cultivation to defend against the enemy, so you can use this mortal weapon to defend yourself." Tomorrow, someone named Shibata Mori will pick you up and take you to the place where you cultivate. ”

After speaking, Pei Lingyun stood up and flew in one direction.

Wu Lu held the bird gun, picked up the gunpowder lead, and carefully inspected it, and found that there was no filling in the gun, and half of the fire rope was used. The Qi family army has firearms and is also equipped with Lu Mi guns on a large scale. Wu Lu is no stranger to this kind of bird gun used by the Japanese people, and he knows that it is from the Buddha Machine Country when he looks at the style, and he really wants to say that the range is better than the Lumi gun.

But the strange thing is that this Pei Lingyun, as a cultivator with vast magical powers, how could she be interested in this bird gun? In addition, how could she pat a money bag-like thing and take out a four-foot-long bird gun from the energy, what kind of treasure is that?

Suppressing his curiosity, Wu Lu filled the bird gun with gunpowder and lead, and then found a place to wait. The cold wind in Pyongyang in winter was biting, and Wu Lu curled up, and after a long time, he fell asleep deeply.

I don't know how long I slept, but it was already bright outside.

Wu Lu woke up slowly, touched the bird gun on his chest, and shook his spirit, only to realize that he was no longer in the camp tent. At this time, the hills were empty, Wu Lu thought about it carefully, and no matter how he thought about it, he felt that what happened last night was really incredible.

Cultivators?Foundation Building Period?Pei Lingyun?

After collecting all kinds of elements in my mind, I was completely convinced that what happened last night was true, not a dream.

Turning around on the hills, I had just found my way down the mountain, but it didn't take long to hear the wind blowing in the distance, and it seemed that thousands of people were crying wolf.

Wu Lu climbed an old pine, climbed high and looked into the distance, and his face was pale when he looked at it in a hurry.

I saw thousands of people struggling in the icy Datong River, at this time the Datong River was still covered with thin ice, and jumping into the cold and biting river water at this time was not looking for death?

Wu Lu squinted slightly, and finally found that most of those floating on the water were Japanese warriors with moon heads, and it was the Ming soldiers who had spent time on the other side of the river shooting the Japanese people who jumped over the river with bows and arrows.

It turned out that Li Rusong was surrounded by three missing one, and last night's fire attack frightened the Japanese people to ignore the fact that the east of Pyongyang is the Taedong River, and insisted on breaking through the siege and escaping from the city from the east gate. There are only two pontoon bridges on the Taedong River, so where can thousands of lost dogs squeeze up to escape for their lives? Seeing that they could escape with their lives as long as they swam across the river, and despite the bitter cold of the river, the Japanese army, which originally occupied a small part of Pyongyang City and could fight and die with the Ming army, completely collapsed and became a water dog beaten by the Ming army.

Some of the Japanese soldiers who escaped by using the pontoon bridge fled towards the hilly area where Wu Lu was located.

Wu Lu really didn't understand why Pei Lingyun just left him here, since she was able to fly away, why didn't she take him to a slightly safer place?

In any case, if Wu Lu, the mandarin duck battle jacket of the Ming army, was seen by those Japanese army routs, wouldn't it become an object of catharsis.

He cautiously climbed down the old pine, and once again hid in the rocks where he had spent the night, trying not to step on the frost and snow as much as possible along the way, so as not to expose the traces.

I returned to the dark place of the rocks and waited quietly for a while, and after more than half an hour, I heard a panicked footsteps and panting, and it turned out that there was a dozen or so Japanese troops who broke down and came straight to the pile of rocks where Wu Law was. After all, it was the most hidden place in the neighborhood, and the rout of the Japanese army was also to avoid the pursuit of the Ming army.

Wu Lu secretly complained, couldn't help but hold his breath, grabbed the bird's gun, and hid his body in the stone pile motionless.

This group of Japanese soldiers escaped through the pontoon bridge, except for a few who fell into the river because of the panic of running, the rest were not wet by the river uniforms and armor.

The first one has a strong face, with a moon generation head, and at first glance he is a samurai of the Warring States period. This person spat and cursed in the Japanese language, and even argued with the rest of the Japanese soldiers, and did not know what he was arguing about.

Seeing that there was no Ming army chasing behind him, the last fleeing Japanese army routed his armor and military uniform, wringing out his soaked clothes, and several other soaked Japanese soldiers also undressed and wrung out their clothes. After all, in this cold winter, the whole body is soaked and can't run far, and you have to freeze into a popsicle.

After a long time, Wu Lu saw that they didn't pay attention to the position where he was hiding, so he cautiously retreated into the depths of the rocks. As he retreated, he took out the fire breaker and blew out the spark that ignited the fire rope on the trigger of the bird's gun.

But Wu Lu didn't expect the smell of lighting the fire rope to make the Japanese warriors led by him smell the smoke, he glanced around vigilantly, and quickly locked his eyes on the shadows of the rocks where Wu Lu was hiding.

The fierce warrior scolded in the Japanese language, and more than a dozen of the Japanese army routs all looked at the place where Wu Law was hiding. Wu Lu saw that there was no way to avoid it, so he could only raise his bird gun and stand up violently and shouted: "There are widows here, come around quickly!"

As he spoke, he raised the bird gun and put a gun on the nearest Japanese soldier who was hurriedly dressed, and the lead passed through the back of the soldier's head, and the red and white brains sprayed several Japanese soldiers in the face.

Wu Lu's empty city plan obviously frightened the remaining Japanese soldiers, don't look at the warrior who was the leader, but he took the lead in escaping, and before the remaining Japanese soldiers could react, he ran out of ten zhang in a blink of an eye.

The most ridiculous thing is that the few Japanese soldiers who took off their armor and military uniforms ran back with a pair of crotch pants on their lower bodies, holding their clothes naked against the mountain wind.

Wu Luchang exhaled, it seems that these Japanese soldiers have been frightened, and they are no longer as fierce and belligerent as they were in the first battle of Pyongyang.

However, just when Wu Lu wanted to avoid the rout of those Japanese troops far away, he only heard a few screams from the direction where the rout soldiers fled. Wu Lu hurriedly filled the bird gun with gunpowder and lead again, and leaned over to take a look.

I saw that the rout of the Japanese army who had just run away died on the mountain path one by one, and more than a dozen Jurchen soldiers with small braids hanging down the back of their heads blocked those routs, first shot them with bows and arrows, and then raised their knives to slash and kill. Even the heads of the Japanese warriors who remained at the head of the Yue Dynasty had been moved and put into sacks together, which became the military merits of these Jurchen soldiers.

A young man dressed as a scribe hurriedly walked out from behind the Jurchen soldiers, not disgusted by the blood stains on the ground, he walked directly to Wu Lu with a smile, and said in a strange official accent: "You are Wu Lu, it was Pei Shangxian who told you here with a transmission note, and asked me to come and pick you up, now you can go with me." ”

Wu Lu looked at this scribe and always felt a little weird, and then saw that this person spoke slightly, and frowned: "You are Shibata Sen?

That young man was Shibata Sen, the eldest disciple of Wan Fayi, at this time he deliberately changed into the clothes of a Ming Dynasty scribe, after all, Pyongyang City had been broken by the Ming army, and his identity as a Japanese could easily cause misunderstanding.

Shibata Sen didn't get angry when he heard Wu Lu call him a Japanese national, and still said with a smile: "I am indeed from a Japanese background, but now I am a Taoist friend of the little brother Wu, and I hope to encourage each other in cultivation in the future and climb the road of cultivation together." ”

Those Jurchen soldiers had seen two Wu Lu, and they were indeed Pei Lingyun's guards, so they didn't doubt him, so they followed Shibata Sen down the mountain together.

At this time, there were already about twenty horses at the foot of the mountain, as well as three carriages, and several Jurchen soldiers were in charge of guarding.

Shibata Mori pointed to the carriageway: "These carriages are empty, Brother Wu will just get on the carriage and rest, and we will set off." ”

Wu Lu climbed into the carriage, and then turned back and asked Shibata Mori, "Where are we going?"

Shibata Mori still smiled and said: "Eight hundred miles northeast from here, there is a Baitou Mountain, and when we see the mountain, we are almost there." ”

When Wu Lu lifted the curtain of the car, a hint of gloom flashed on Shibata Sen's smiling face, and he also got into a carriage alone. Then the group of more than 20 people headed for the mountain trail to the northeast.

The city of Pyongyang grew farther and farther away, and soon the walls were no longer visible.