In the city of Yuzhou, there were broken walls and ruins everywhere, and cooked bones were randomly discarded on the streets.
Everything was eaten up, and the once prosperous city became deserted, but the screams of the people as they were eaten alive still seemed to echo in the wind.
Outside the city, the barbarian soldiers were busy packing the harvested grain and preparing to transport it back to the wilderness.
Withdrawing troops now would be an unprecedented robbery. The main force that invaded the border was alien beasts, and few soldiers died.
If they don't withdraw, the Yin and Shang army will march south, which will really be the disaster of annihilation.
On the broken city wall, Yi Yun looked at the scene of carrying food with complicated eyes, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart.
The army of alien beasts was easily dealt with by the gods of the Yin and Shang dynasties.
Yiyun's knowledge is far higher than that of anyone in Jiuli. As a great divination man, he is also the spokesperson of divine power and has traveled around the world when he was young.
So he knew very well that the person who took action that day was not the so-called god at all, but a powerful practitioner.
Incomparably more powerful, not a human immortal, nor a heavenly immortal, but a higher level of power.
Why is this kind of immortal in the mortal world?
Why stand on the side of Yin and Shang again?
Yi Yun couldn't figure it out. He originally thought that the fat bald man who helped him tame the strange beasts was very strong, but now it seemed that he was nothing more than that.
After all, they usually communicate with each other through short staffs, but since the failure of the attack on Nandu, they have been unable to contact the fat man who smiles all day long and exposes his breasts.
I think he ran away.
Yiyun was not too disappointed in this. Jiuli's rise again still had to rely on themselves.
No matter what, this is a great victory, and the troops have not been depleted too much. This winter will be very good.
"It's a pity that I can't see Ziyao anymore..."
Yi Yun sighed, the future of the clan was more important than personal hatred.
At this time, Yi Yan climbed up the city wall and said respectfully:
"Dabu, it's time to set off."
"Um."
Yi Yun turned his head, his gray beard blown by the breeze, and asked:
"How are the craftsmen of the Yin and Shang dynasties doing?"
Yi Yan stood up and replied:
"According to your instructions, I arranged a convoy for them and sent the bravest warriors to protect them and not allow other tribesmen to get close."
He paused, bowed and said:
"Dabu, I think we should provide them with the best food so that the craftsmen and I can eat the same thing."
Hearing this, Yi Yun's eyes showed approval and he said happily:
"You are right, we need to give preferential treatment to the craftsmen. They are the biggest gain from entering the customs."
The wind seems to be getting stronger.
Yi Yun turned his back to the wind and smiled at Yi Yan:
"My child, I am already old. You must grow up as soon as possible. If I can see that you can take up the important task of revitalizing Jiuli before you die of old age, you will have no regrets in this life."
Perhaps because of the wind and sand, Yi Yan's eyes were wet and he said quickly:
"Don't worry, Dabu, I will definitely take back my homeland in my lifetime and let my people eat the food they grow in the Central Plains!"
Suddenly, the wind stopped.
A mocking voice sounded in their ears:
"It's quite beautiful, you can imagine."
Yi Yan's scalp was numb, and he immediately pulled out the sword from his waist, stood in front of Yi Yun, and shouted in the direction from which the voice came:
"who!"
The invisible wind twisted into a cyclone, and Baiyao, wearing the robe of the Nine Heavenly Mysterious Bird and the ferocious beast, appeared and looked at the two of them with a sneer.
The dim-sighted Yi Yun only recognized this outfit.
Great congratulations to the Yin Shang Dynasty.
He brushed Yi Yan aside, and after a moment of silence, he asked:
"Ziyao is dead?"
Realizing that his old friend was almost in a coffin, Baiyao squinted his eyes and said with a smile:
"Yi Yun, it seems that you are the one who is going to die."
When Yi Yun heard this voice, he was in a daze. The young man in front of him kept overlapping with the middle-aged man in his memory.
After being stunned for a long time, he suddenly said calmly:
"I've cursed you for half a lifetime, but I haven't cursed you to death. Instead, I've cursed you to become younger."
Baiyao rolled up his sleeves, looked back at the scene below the city, and said with a smile:
"Withdraw now? Why don't you go to Chaoge?"
Yi Yun stared at Baiyao without saying anything, constantly suppressing the anger that had been burning in his heart for decades.
Emerging from the wind?
A practitioner?
Why can he practice cultivation!
How unfair is humanity!
"..."
The atmosphere was deadlocked for a moment, and he said to Yi Yan, who was tense all over:
"You step back first."
"grandfather!"
Yi Yan was so surprised that he even forgot his honorific title.
Yiyun's tone left no room for doubt:
"Back off."
Hearing this, Yi Yan had no choice but to put away his sword and walked not far away, but still stared at Baiyao closely.
The old man's voice seemed to come from the broken bellows, and he said hoarsely:
"Leave that child alive and I'll let you do whatever you want."
Baiyao smiled and said:
"Are you worthy of dying in my hands?"
Da Zhu kills someone with his own hands, which is equivalent to sending someone to the ancestral temple.
Although this sentence is not ancestral, it is a concept that has been formed for a long time.
But Baiyao is indeed not here to kill people.
He said softly:
"I came here to give you a chance."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Yi Yun couldn't help laughing when he heard this, and coughed violently after laughing.
After a long pause, his rapid breathing gradually calmed down and he said:
"Not to mention those villages and small towns, the city of Yuzhou under our feet was completely eaten by our people. So many people from the Yin Shang Dynasty died, and you actually want to give me a chance?"
He said coldly:
"You, a poisonous snake with so many blood debts, will you give me a chance?"
Baiyao said calmly:
"You eat people, I kill people, it's no different."
"Don't go back to the wilderness. I will let the Yin and Shang troops withdraw to Chaoge, and Dongxi Bohou will be the opponent of the barbarians. As long as the direction of attack is not Chaoge, Donglu and Xiqi will be yours as long as you defeat them."
He stared at Yiyun and said:
"You have no choice, unless the cultivator behind you has the ability to lift up the evil spirit of an army of 700,000 people and take you back to the wilderness."
Five colors of rainbow light flashed across the sky, and the clouds were dyed like canvas. Countless bundled grains and weapons fell lightly on the open space outside the city. When the barbarian soldiers saw it, they cheered and rushed forward to rob them.
Yi Yun's gloomy eyes were filled with coldness, but he couldn't think of any solution.
He never thought that he would suddenly lose the beast.
Baiyao folded his hands and stared at him condescendingly:
"There are no strange beasts. If you go deep here, you will only die."
"Either we go to fight the Eastern Bohou, or I let the practitioners lead the army to your rear areas and completely annihilate you."
After saying this, the spiritual power in his body began to operate. Although his cultivation level was low, it was more than enough to kill an old mortal.
A long time passed.
Yi Yun finally put aside his disguise, his face looked haggard and tired, his whole person was like a fire that was about to go out, and he said softly:
"I'm not old enough to lead my entire clan to fight against the vassal states of the great princes just because of your words. Let's put it bluntly, how long do you want my clan to hold them back?"
Hearing this, Baiyao smiled, but the deep black eyes in his eyes were extremely cold, and said:
"In two years, I will send people to keep an eye on you. If you dare to think of withdrawing to the wilderness, it is best not to continue the Jiuli bloodline."
"..."
"Two years then."
After Yi Yun finished speaking, he turned around tremblingly and walked down the stairs to the city wall. His back was as stooped as the setting sun on the horizon.
The white medicine dissipates with the wind and flies away in the clouds.
