Early the next morning, fog enveloped the surrounding areas.
On the desolate mountain road, the rapid sound of horse hooves stirred up the mist.
In Er, a majestic yellow gelding split through the thick fog, galloping with all four hooves, its mane flying. If you see it in other places, anyone will praise it: What a tall and powerful horse!
But this is not the case at this time, because although the horse is tall, the rider on the horse is more majestic, and the horse looks petite compared to the two sides. The rider was wearing a thick and wide bearskin cloak, and his face could not be seen clearly. He was half-crouched on the horse, like a black bear holding a yellow dog between its legs.
"Xilulu."
The "black bear" suddenly pulled the reins, and the yellow gelding stood up and stopped from running wildly.
He listened carefully, and faint sounds of words came from the gaps in the mist.
"Xu."
Turn the horse's head and gallop away following the sound.
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This horse is a rare good horse. Although it is carrying a bear-like man, its pace is not slow. In a short time, it arrives at a flat land.
The fog was thick, and it was not possible to see clearly ahead, and only the hoarse chanting could be heard.
The rider turned over and dismounted, and as he moved, there was a clanking sound under his broad cloak. He led the horse a few steps forward, and his vision gradually became clearer.
On the flat ground ahead, there was no one in sight. There were only a dozen new graves scattered among them. On the edge of the new graves, there were several unfilled graves scattered around, and the chanting came from those graves. out!
Suddenly, the hoarse voice suddenly stopped, and then there was a low shout, followed by several muffled sounds, and a ragged "person" jumped out of the grave.
This "man"'s neck was rotten and covered with maggots below, but it was dry and dry above his neck. His dry lips were curled up, revealing his sparse black and yellow gums. It turned its head and turned its dim eyes in its sockets a few times before settling on the rider.
After looking at it for a few breaths, he suddenly opened his mouth to reveal a shriveled tongue stuck to his gums, his limbs twitched a few times, and then he pounced in a weird posture.
When ordinary people saw this situation, they were afraid that they would be out of their wits. However, the rider did not move. Even the horse, which is sensitive and easily frightened by nature, only snorted tepidly.
Until the walking corpse rushed in front of him, the rider calmly pulled out a giant sword like a door panel from under his cloak and swept it across with the fierce wind. This sword, let alone this rotting walking corpse, can even be beaten flat by iron.
However, just as the giant sword was about to hit the walking corpse, a wooden stick shot out from the slant and hit the sword square. However, this obstacle was insignificant under the mighty power of the sword. The rider only applied a little more force and paused for less than the blink of an eye before the sword crushed him as usual.
However, for the person who pointed out this stick, this time is completely enough. At that moment, he had caught the walking corpse and was out of the reach of the giant sword.
The sword missed and the rider did not pursue.
He stood with his sword in his hand and glanced at the wooden stick blocking his blade. It was not a weapon, but just the long wooden handle of a shovel. In the blink of an eye, he looked at the walking corpse again, and it was already restrained by a young man with short hair using a yellow charm.
"Monk?"
The voice was deep and powerful, like frost and snow in the north. The young man with short hair looked over and pointed at the linen clothes on his body.
"Taoist priest."
There are not many Taoist priests with short hair in the world, and the only one with such skill is Li Changan.
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It's strange to say that this seam has its own way of sewing. No matter how tight the stitching is, it doesn't matter. It has to be tied with a knot before it can be properly connected.
This was really an advantage for Li Changan. He only had to let the ghosts dig their own graves and sew their heads together without knotting them, and he could tidy them up one by one.
Despite this, after a night of busy work, he still didn't finish it. His voice became hoarse when he sang and he stopped talking. When he relaxed a little, a walking corpse escaped from the pit without thinking, and he was almost beaten into a pulp.
He snatched the corpse back, restrained it with talisman paper, breathed a sigh of relief, and then raised his eyes to look at the rider. The rider also lowered his hood, but he was a majestic man with a lion's nose, a broad mouth, and a curvy beard.
The man's appearance was nothing to look at. He quickly laid his eyes on the huge sword in the big man's hand. The sword was two palms wide and more than three feet long. Such a big piece of iron, in the hands of such a majestic person, can be split in half not to mention killing people, even monsters!
The Taoist priest's eyes stayed on the sword for a while. Suddenly, he saw a gap in the thick cloak of the big man due to the movement of the sword, and a faint cold light was reflected in the gap.
armor? !
He paused in his heart, and looked past the big man to the saddle of the horse. There was a bow bag hanging there, and in the bow bag was an iron bow!
Li Changan knew clearly that he had broken the spell on Jingguan and was likely to receive revenge from the army. Looking at the armor and weapons, could this be the person in front of him?
Li Changan was already extremely vigilant, but he still completed the steps of salvation in an orderly and unhurried manner. He just moved the scabbard on his waist to a position more convenient for drawing the sword, and then asked calmly:
"General?"
"Servant."
The big man asked in return: "Practice corpse?"
"Transcendence."
Seeing the walking corpse gradually becoming peaceful under Li Changan's hands, the big man nodded, put his sword back into its sheath, raised his hand to Li Changan and asked, "Taoist Priest, do you know where the nearest village is?"
"Oh? There is a village nearby..." The Taoist priest stood up slowly, looked at the big man and asked, "But I don't know what you do for a living?"
Li Changxin had doubts, and his attitude could not be called respectful. The big man who claimed to be a servant did not get angry. Instead, he explained: "Taoist, don't worry, I don't mean any harm, I just want to buy some dry food."
"Really?" The Taoist priest was noncommittal and just smiled, "Then I'd better advise Mr. Cha not to put in that effort?"
"What does Taoist mean?"
The man was a little annoyed when he was interrupted by words again and again, but Li Changan still looked like an old god.
"The messenger is going to the village to buy some food, and someone has to sell it, don't you think so?"
"Of course." The big man replied immediately, "A certain family is not the bandit who robs."
"That's easy to talk about." Li Changan smiled and pointed back with the shovel, "The village I'm looking for is just ahead. Is the person you're looking for..."
He pointed to the grave at his feet.
"...It's all here!"
As soon as the Taoist priest finished speaking, he saw the big man's eyes were as wide as copper bells, his beard and hair were spread out, and his voice was like thunder: "Who did this?!"
But he saw Li Changan pointing at him.
Although this big man looked rough, he was also quick-witted. He immediately understood what Li Changan meant... His face turned red and white, and finally he sighed. He just led the horse to find a stone, sat down cross-legged, and took it out of his pocket. When I took out a cloth bag, it was nothing more than a yellowed steamed bun.
He broke the only steamed bun in half.
"Taoist priest?"
"Not hungry."
The man wrapped half of the bun again, stuffed it back into his pocket, took out a water bag, took a big sip, coughed violently a few times, and then picked up the bun and ate it.
He ate very slowly, not because he valued the food, but more like he was taking this little time to rest. But no matter how slowly he ate, it was only half a steamed bun, which could not withstand a few mouthfuls of a big man like him. Soon the half of the bun went into his stomach. He sat for a while and then got on his horse.
At this time, the Taoist priest was filling the grave pit with a shovel. The big man hesitated for a while and then asked:
"The Taoist priest is Liu Heizi's man?"
"Who?" The Taoist priest was sweating profusely as he waved his shovel.
This answer made the big man breathe a sigh of relief. He clasped his fists and said, "A certain family admires the Taoist Priest's compassion, but the Taoist Priest should leave as soon as possible."
"Why?" The Taoist shoveled down the loess and filled the hole. "Because of these villagers who died in vain?"
Hearing this, the big man was stunned on the spot, with a thousand words in his mind, but in the end they only turned into a fist.
"Taoist Master, please take good care of me. See you soon."
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After closing his eyes on the corpse, Li Changan straightened his waist and hammered his spine. All this hard work is finally over. The corpse at my feet is the last person to be saved. All that is left to do is to close the tomb for it.
The Taoist priest picked up the increasingly shabby shovel, moved his ears, and heard the messy sound of horse hooves.
"Then why is the bearded man back?"
Li Changan was quite puzzled, and without much thought he dug out the grave with a shovel.
But as soon as he got out of the pit, he realized that something was wrong. The bearded man was just one person and one horse, but the sound of horse hooves at this time was too dense. He suddenly raised his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a young general in a white robe and a white horse, leading ten dozen riders a hundred paces in front of him. Everyone had their bows and arrows pointed at him.
The Taoist priest shuddered, shrank and rolled back into the mud pit.
"Pfft."
Arrows shot in randomly and stuck in the soil and corpses in the pit. Outside, there was a burst of chaotic laughter at the same time.
Li Changan pulled out a few arrows stuck on the corpse. They were uniform in shape and well made. He then recalled the uniform attire of those knights in the sudden moment. It's okay, they are serious officers and soldiers.
"Turtle grandson."
He reluctantly left the arrow on the ground, picked up the shovel, and stood up.
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Under a barrage of arrows, the Taoist priest was not injured at all. Zhang Zhihu was too concerned about it and just thought it was because he had not had the opportunity to move his muscles and bones in the past few months and his archery skills were a little rusty.
This time he went out personally, not only to stretch out his muscles, but to stay in the military camp and besiege the city for several months without attacking it was really boring.
While he was flying into the sky, the Taoist priest took the shovel and pulled it out of the mud pit again.
"He turned out to be a reckless man who didn't know how to live or die."
He waved his hand and told his men to put away their bows and arrows. Wouldn't it be a pity that the fun he finally found died so easily?
"drive!"
Zhang Zhihu urged the white horse under his crotch and lifted the horse's shaft like a white python. At this time, the fog had dissipated, and the sun shone down from behind the clouds, casting a bright light on his silver-white armor. With the billowing white robe, he really felt like he was about to descend from heaven.
"Taoist priest, when you get to the underworld, don't forget to tell me my name, Zhang Zhihu!"
The distance between the two was only about a hundred steps. Under the charge of the war horses, within a few breaths, Ma Shan was in front of the Taoist priest, but the Taoist priest did not react at all. He was still carrying the broken shovel, and the long sword at his waist was like a None of the furnishings appear to have been pulled out.
This made Zhang Zhihu very disappointed. He also hoped that the Taoist priest had two tricks at his disposal that would bring him a little fun. Unexpectedly, he looked completely frightened, but he did not hold back because of this. The top thrust with all its strength.
This thrust of horse power not only has the power to break mountains and crack rocks, but also has the speed to chase the wind and the moon. In the past, it was always unfavorable on the battlefield.
But now, is it empty?
The Taoist priest actually managed to avoid this inevitable blow at the critical moment with a slight turn of his body.
Before Zhang Zhihu could recover from the awkward feeling in his hands, he heard a scream from his own horse. But in that flash of lightning, the Taoist not only avoided the horse's hoof, but also cut into the horse's hoof with a shovel. superior.
Suddenly, Zhang Zhi's horse stumbled, his body was empty, and he fell down.
He was quite experienced and tried his best to protect his body when he fell, but his eyes were still black from the fall, his chest felt tight, and every part of his body hurt. The helmet decorated with long white feathers on its head also fell to nowhere.
He gritted his teeth and just managed to hold himself up, when his vision went dark and the Taoist priest had already approached him.
Zhang Zhihu's reaction was also quick. Although he knelt on one knee, his waist sank, his left hand held the sheath, and his right hand drew the sword.
With a "clang" sound, a ball of snow-like cold light was about to burst out of the sheath (harmony).
Unfortunately, Li Changan moved faster. The sword was only halfway out of the sheath when the Taoist stepped on the handle and pushed back his counterattack. Then, he reached out and grabbed Zhang Zhihu's shirt behind his neck, lifted and pulled him, and dragged him to the ground. Gao Gao raised the shovel in his hand and aimed it at the back of his head, which was not protected by a helmet.
"Bang."
The shovel hit the gravel on the ground, causing a few sparks to pop out, leaving behind a clump of hair, but not the expected blood and flesh flying everywhere.
It turned out that this young general used the trick of "turtle shrinking his head" at the critical moment. He gave up his shirt and escaped from the shovel with a small life.
"on one's last legs."
The Taoist priest snorted coldly, waiting to catch up and kill him.
"Boom."
After a few bowstring sounds, Li Changan stopped and deflected the incoming arrows, but the white-robed young general had been snatched back by his subordinates.
Although Zhang Zhihu was still in shock, he still managed to glare at Li Changan. The Taoist priest also looked back with a sneer, but suddenly he burst into laughter again.
The young general's face turned red and white, and he drew his knife and pointed it at the Taoist priest.
"You thief Taoist priest, I just accidentally fell into your trap. What's so funny?!"
"How could it not be funny?"
Li Changan lifted the shovel with a worried look on his face, only to see a large mass of bloody hair hanging on the tattered edge of the shovel.
"Unexpectedly, Master Jun is also destined to be a Buddhist. Why would he ask me, a Taoist priest, to be tonsured?"
Zhang Zhihu was stunned after hearing this, and touched the top door tremblingly. It was not only bloody but also bare.
This shovel is made of poor materials and forged, and its blade is not sharp. After being used too much, the edge looks like a rotten scraper. Therefore, Zhang Zhihu's hair was not cut off, but was torn off from his scalp when he shrank his head.
Now, the empty circle above his door was covered in blood and flesh, and the handsome young man in white robe just now turned into a blood-stained "Mediterranean Sea" in the blink of an eye.
Look at this appearance of a tiger holding a white horse and a white robe. He must be a romantic person who loves to dress up on weekdays, but now he is "aging before he gets old"...
"kill him!"
he screamed.
"Kill this gangster!"
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"stop!"
As soon as Zhang Zhihu's hysterical scream ended, a thunderous sound followed.
But Zhang Zhihu's eyes were already red, and he ignored the voice at all. He grabbed his subordinate's bow and just pulled the string.
suddenly
"Whoops."
A whistling sound like a sudden violent wind sounded, and a black light flashed out of Zhang Zhihu's eyes. Both sides couldn't help but look at the situation, only to see a big arrow with four feathers on the bluestone beside the road. All the arrows were buried into the stone, leaving only the tail feathers trembling slightly.
"hiss."
Zhang Zhihu broke out in a cold sweat, and all the subordinates behind him took a deep breath.
The sound of horse hooves sounded urgently, and a horse came from Juechen and broke into the field.
As soon as the visitor tightened the reins, the horse "Xilulu" stood up and was blocking the two sides.
The horse is a tall yellow gelding, but under its body, it looks like a pony. It is the big beard that has gone and returned.
He put the iron bow in his hand into his bag, then took out something from his arms and threw it to the officers and soldiers. Then he handed over to both sides and said loudly:
"Taoist Master, young general, how about you give me Yan a face and just let it go?!"
The tiger-wielding Zhang already drew his bow like the moon, and as soon as he let go, the arrow would fly out of the string. But when the man was riding a horse and looking down, it was like a mountain peak casting a heavy shadow, weighing him down so that he could not shoot the arrow no matter what.
In the end, the young Mediterranean general just threw his bow and arrow to the ground and pointed his halberd at the big man:
"The officers and soldiers are arresting the rebels, and you, a man like you, will rebel..."
"General." His subordinate suddenly interrupted him and handed the object thrown by the big man to Zhang Zhihu. It's square, but it's a token.
It was an ordinary sign made of black iron, but the young general's expression changed when he saw it, and he blurted out:
"Demon Demon School Lieutenant Yan?!"
Seeing his startled look, Li Changan thought to himself: Could it be that this big man has a big background? He turned to look at the man, but the man only stood on his horse and nodded slightly.
"Exactly a certain family."
The face of the newly promoted young Mediterranean general changed from gloomy to sunny. The subordinates next to him pulled him many times before he reluctantly handed the sign back to the big man, stepped back and saluted.
"It turned out to be Yan Zhechong in person."
The big man shook his head and said: "A certain family is no longer in the army, so I don't dare to say 'Zhe Chong'. If someone from Yan still has a little face in the army, how about the young general give a certain family some face and let it go?"
"This..." Zhang Zhihu was very reluctant. It is not difficult to understand that anyone who has his hair pulled out would be so reluctant.
While he was still struggling, the big man waved his hand involuntarily.
"This matter has been settled! A certain family has important matters, so we cannot stay for a long time. Young General, please give my best wishes to the general of your family."
After that, he rode away, leaving only a big black-feathered arrow pierced into the stone.
"What's the deal with this all-out attack?" Li Changan was a little confused, but Zhang Zhihu, who was opposite him, glared at Li Changan fiercely for a few times, then whistled and led the team to retreat!
Soon, only Li Changan and a bunch of new graves were left on the flat ground, as if the fierce fight just now was just a phantom in the fog, which dissipated along with the fog.
"It's really baffling."
Li Changan shook his head and picked up the shovel. There is still a grave that has not been filled with soil.
