"Hey! Drink!"
Dozens of huge baggage ships entered the Nulong River with difficulty.
There were a dozen people at the bow of each ship, each holding an iron hammer in their hands, pounding the ice along the river, creating a lively scene.
The harsh conditions in the Northland were worse than they imagined. Unless people were organized to break the ice, the ships would be almost unable to move.
In order to progress the journey, everyone could only work in shifts, breaking the ice day and night to make room for the passage of ships.
Qiu Ping sat on the shoulders of the statue, wrapped in a cloak. The tinkling sounds outside seemed like a lullaby to him after listening to them for a long time.
"Old ghost, when can we go steal...steal luck?"
Qiu Ping tried his best to make his words elegant and cultured.
After all, when it comes to scholars, how can it be called stealing?
"Wait a little longer, I'll make some more preparations. I think the luck of the third holy land in the Snowy Mountains has not yet weakened, and it's easy for things to go wrong now."
"I'm waiting for an opportunity."
The old ghost was just writing and drawing in the book, frowning from time to time, as if he was calculating something.
Qiu Ping was waiting anxiously. One more day would mean that he and his quagmire would be able to meet each other one day later.
"This person has good fortune and misfortune, and the sect also has its fortunes. If you choose a time when your enemy's fortune is strong, you will naturally be the unlucky one."
"What's more, you just snatched the soul of Montenegro from their sect a few days ago. Now is the time when they are most on guard. Wouldn't you be throwing yourself into a trap by going over there?"
The old ghost spoke slowly.
"well."
Qiu Ping let out a long sigh. The feeling of anxious waiting was really unbearable.
It would have been better if I hadn't heard about this before.
He was a little unhappy, so he wrapped his cloak a little tighter around his body, then fell down and fell asleep.
Time always flies by while sleeping, and it’s hard to say that as soon as you wake up, you will encounter the opportunity of having bad luck in the Snowy Mountains.
…
"drive!"
"Xu Xu!"
In the open wilderness of the North, a thick layer of snow fell. Although the weather has just turned cooler in the south, here we are already experiencing continuous wind and snow.
When the wind and snow stopped a little, thousands of horses were seen flying across the snow-white ground, leaving behind mud all over the ground.
Under the crotches of the figures are short northern horses, and they are covered with thick and rough leather jackets.
The leather jacket is dyed white, and if you look down from a high place, it almost blends in with the snow.
All horses' hooves are wrapped with strips of cloth and leather. Although these horses are not fast or powerful, they are extremely durable and adaptable. They are almost the best choice in the harsh environment of the North. .
Like a pack of wolves, they can go without food or water for a long time, consuming their enemies to death.
Such a cavalry team suddenly appeared on the banks of the Nulong River. Some of the cavalry even rode directly across the frozen-hard river surface, forming a huge encirclement and heading towards the baggage fleet.
"Enemy attack!"
With such a huge team, the sound of vibrating horse hooves alone could not be covered up. Everyone on the ship immediately noticed something strange.
The soldiers who were cutting the ice also put down their tools, quickly took out their armor and weapons from the cabin, and quickly became alert.
"Snapped."
There was a sudden jerk in the cabin, the ship jolted hard, and the little loach fell directly to the ground.
"Enemy attack? Another enemy is coming? Old ghost, can you please be less clever! Stop writing these messy plots!"
Qiu Ping jumped up from the ground, his face full of displeasure.
Anyone who is woken up by someone while sleeping soundly will feel anxious about getting out of bed.
"Ah... But this is not what I wrote. I am busy calculating when the luck in the Snowy Mountains will decline. How can I have time to write this." The old ghost stuck his head out of the window and looked outside with some confusion.
The little loach also stuck its head out.
"Whoosh."
An arrow was shot from a distance and stuck straight into the window beside Qiu Ping's face. Its tail feathers vibrated slightly, which was obviously very powerful.
Then, black arrows fell all over the sky, like a black rain.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk."
Dense arrows were immediately planted outside the wooden cabin and ship plank, just like seedlings swaying here and there.
The soldiers on the ship dodged in confusion, either hiding in the cabin, or raising their shields, trying to hide in the corner.
These cavalry have rich combat experience. They use the throwing method to make arrows fall from the sky. With the influence of gravity, the lethality of the arrows is greatly increased, making them more difficult to defend.
"I'll go up and take care of them."
Although these cavalry are very powerful, in Qiu Ping's eyes, they are just mortals after all. As long as they have not practiced [Bingwu], their strength is worse than that of monsters who have just been born with spiritual intelligence.
Apart from anything else, the loach soldiers he raised were no weaker than these cavalry in a one-on-one fight.
"Hey, hey, sir, please don't be impulsive. We can't kill mortals indiscriminately. Otherwise, we will be entangled with resentment and our souls will be affected. When the disaster comes, it may be difficult to resist."
The old ghost quickly grabbed Qiu Ping. These ordinary people couldn't be killed.
If Qiu Ping had no ambitions for the great road, he would be satisfied with the strength of the [Holy Child], and naturally it wouldn't matter. As long as you have the ability, you can kill many mortals, and the law of heaven cannot control you.
But as soon as you step into the [Yuan Shen], if there is too much resentment around you, you will immediately be destroyed by numerous disasters.
Why do many people who practice pure cultivation go to the human world to practice merit and virtue when they are in the Yuanshen state? It is not just to heal their fate. It's better for you. Not only do you not practice meritorious deeds, but you also do the opposite. If you don't die, who will die?
What's more, Qiu Ping is now a Yuanshen. If he kills one more mortal, the injustice will be even greater.
"Ah...is there any other way to say this?"
Qiu Ping didn't have a master to teach him on his way to practice. He didn't have many opportunities to interact with mortals before, so naturally he didn't know this hidden rule.
"Then I won't kill people, but just surrender them or trap them with magical powers?"
Qiu Ping thought of a solution. Since killing would bring injustice, it would be better not to kill.
"Um... Master Tiji, it's better not to contaminate the cause and effect of these thousands of people. Let the mortals attack and kill them on their own. Unless there are practitioners in the enemy's team, we will take action."
The old ghost hesitated for a moment. In ancient times, gods and humans lived together, and even shouted the slogan: The most important thing in the country is to sacrifice and fight.
What was the result?
There are a bunch of gods infected with strange diseases on Fengchan Mountain. Their flesh and blood proliferate, and they don't look like humans or ghosts.
Although human beings are as small as ants, when gathered together, the poison in the soul is difficult to eliminate, and no one wants to suffer its harm.
Although Qiu Ping was a little annoyed at being attacked, he saw the old ghost's secretive appearance, so he did not continue to dwell on this matter.
At the beginning, the baggage team was stunned by the surprise attack of this group of people.
After suffering several rounds of arrows, they slowly organized a counterattack.
Although this is a baggage team escorting grain and grass, because the ship is full of spiritual rice, the escorting soldiers are also elite.
In particular, He Liantong, the leader of the team, has the strength of the second level of [Bingwu]. Even if he is placed in the army, he is considered a first-class expert.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
After He Liantong dodged a round of arrows, he quickly pulled out three arrows from his quiver, tightened the bow string suddenly, and shot three arrows in succession.
Among the distant stars, a ray of starlight fell on the bow and arrow.
Then three arrows shot out like meteors, piercing straight into the bodies of the three people, directly piercing through, and then shot into the torso of the person behind them, and then the force stopped.
Three arrows were fired in volley, and even he could hardly grasp the accuracy.
But facing such a dense cavalry team, he did not need to pursue precision too much. As long as he was not bad in the general direction, he could always shoot a few people to death.
"Swish swish."
Heliantong fired outwards one after another, and in the baggage train, the archers quickly found the bunker, stood on the inside of the ship's side, and kept shooting downwards.
Although they were a little stunned by the surprise enemy, because they were riding in huge ships, dozens of feet long and several feet high, they were like small fortresses.
They are condescending and can also pose a considerable threat to their enemies.
"Snapped."
Suddenly, a bag-shaped black object was thrown over from a distance. He Liantong felt that it was a scam, so he directly set up his bow and arrow and shot the bag open with one arrow.
"Wow."
A pungent smell spread into everyone's nostrils, and Heliantong's expression changed.
It's kerosene!
These cavalrymen carried kerosene with them!
It was clear that they were not here to rob the baggage, but to burn the baggage.
"Don't let them get close!"
He Liantong quickly issued the order. He led the archers and released arrows even more frantically to hinder the enemy's approach.
But the situation is worse than they imagined.
Because there are more than thirty baggage ships, each with a hundred people, although the total number of people is not less than that of the cavalry team, the men of the baggage team are isolated and cannot be effectively united into one place.
Facing the cavalry team that came and went like the wind, their strength could not be brought out at all.
"Crash."
During this delay, cavalry teams continued to approach back and forth. Broken sheepskin bags were constantly thrown into the cabin, and kerosene flowed everywhere.
"These barbarians from the north have learned to be smart, and they actually know how to use kerosene to win."
The old ghost stood by and marveled. He had lived for many years, been a human being, a ghost, and now a god.
In his impression, these barbarians in the north were all stupid and their equipment was very crude. Unexpectedly, after a hundred years, they also knew how to use some foreign objects.
The little loach stood aside, a little speechless.
This is not the point. People have thrown kerosene into the cabin, and we are going to be burned too.
Although they will definitely be fine, their baggage was destroyed. Not only will they have no credit this time, but they will probably suffer a lot when they return.
"Don't worry, old man. I'm observing the fortune of the baggage train. Although it's been suppressed a bit now, there's no sign of decline. It shouldn't be anything serious."
"Besides, don't you find it strange? With the level of these barbarians, I'm afraid they won't be able to refine fire oil."
If the old ghost lives for a long time, he will naturally find some clues.
Refining kerosene requires a specialized workshop, and the barbarians in the North don't even have many iron pots, let alone making kerosene.
Little Loach looked at the fire oil and smelled it again. The old ghost was right, this was indeed a bit strange.
But speaking of it, the smell of kerosene is a bit familiar.
In addition to the pungent smell, there is also a faint aroma, the kind that is similar to the aroma of burning incense.
Where have you smelled it?
…
Seeing that the situation was getting more critical, He Liantong knew that if they continued to defend passively like this, they would all be doomed.
"Wear armor with me!"
He Liantong quickly retreated into the cabin, and then there were several people holding a pair of heavy iron armors, which were worn directly on top of his original leather armor.
The armor as a whole is black, and the iron flakes are densely covered like fish scales.
The helmet is fully face-covering, with only holes left under the eyes and the tip of the nose. When placed on the battlefield, it is almost like an airtight iron can.
He Liantong quickly finished dressing, picked up the spear on the side, and jumped directly from the boat.
"boom."
He fell heavily, and the ice on the river suddenly appeared into shocking cracks. The turbid river water surged up from the ice cracks and quickly condensed into new ice layers.
"Dong dong dong!"
Heliantong stepped on the ice under his feet and kept moving forward. As he ran, he did not forget to bend his bow and nock an arrow.
In the blink of an eye, most of the thirty arrows in the quiver were consumed, and there were more than thirty corpses in the cavalry team in front.
Although the cavalry team also saw him coming to kill him, they kept shooting arrows, hoping to hinder him for a while, but He Liantong's protection was too strong, and everyone was unable to do anything at this moment.
"This boy Helian is really fierce, but I don't think he can beat so many people... Hey, what are you writing about, old man?"
Qiu Ping squatted at the window, watching the fierce fighting outside.
Although He Liantong was wearing heavy armor and was invulnerable, coupled with his own strength, he was naturally brave enough to fight on the battlefield.
But there are too many opponents. Although the method of [Bingwu] is much less restrictive than other cultivation methods, the energy and blood gained from cultivation cannot make them become tireless killing machines.
On the contrary, the consumption of Qi and blood will continuously consume energy, making them tired and tired.
"I just calculated that the luck of the Third Holy Land in the Snow Mountains suddenly fluctuated for a moment. We may have a chance."
The old ghost didn't even raise his head and continued to write and draw on the paper.
"Really?"
"Ah... I said that the smell of sesame oil is a bit familiar. This is not the smell of sesame oil that I smelled when I met the reincarnation of the old man last time. Although there are some differences in details, the overall situation is very close!"
Qiu Ping suddenly slapped his thigh. After hearing the old ghost's reminder, he suddenly remembered when he had smelled this smell.
The last time he traveled through time, he inexplicably traveled to the time when the Living Buddha of Daxue Mountain was reincarnated. He remembered that the air there was filled with such a sweet aroma.
Is it possible that the monks gave these cavalrymen their kerosene?
But then again, in the Northland, there are not many forces capable of providing fire oil to these barbarians.
Even using the elimination method, it is easy to guess the head of the Snow Mountain.
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