"If your method doesn't work, we will all become turtles in the jar."
After looking at the waiting posture outside, the Taoist priest closed the broken window coffin.
He didn't say everything. The three of them were not only turtles in a urn, but also fish on the chopping board! If the White Lotus cultists outside swarmed in without caring about the life of their saint, the three of them would not be able to fight back at all based on their current condition.
Yan Dabeard was leaning against the corner, coughing softly while treating his wounds. In several fights, he acted as the first striker and dispersed the enemies. Even though he was born with supernatural powers and superb skills, he was also covered in wounds at this time, like a bloody gourd.
Although Li Chang'an was surrounded by enemies and had difficulty moving around before, he was aware of the pain. He had already reached the limit, all his mana had been consumed, and all the joints in his body were creaking and screaming to fall apart. Now he was relying solely on his will to hold on. .
The only thing that could comfort him was that the long sword produced by modern industry at his waist was still as sharp as ever. He was very lucky that he had been careful during Pingye and transferred important items such as swords in advance.
As for the scholar, he joined in halfway, and his condition was much better than the two of them, but his face was also pale, and he was leaning on the pillar to treat his wounds. He had been shot in the shoulder by a hidden arrow before. Fortunately, the rain softened the bow, and the arrow was soft and did not penetrate deeply into the flesh.
After hearing Li Changan's question, he first pulled out the arrow with a grin on his face, then let out a long groan, and spread himself half lying and half sitting on the floor, and then smiled at the two of them:
"Whether the method works or not depends on whether the time comes."
After that, he pointed the arrow still stained with his own blood at the White Lotus Holy Sheep.
"Even if it doesn't work, Taoist Master, don't panic. Did you see a gentleman in green clothes outside?"
"Of course, it's not grand to hug each other from front to back."
The scholar was smiling, and he suddenly told a big gossip.
"This Holy Maiden of the White Lotus is exactly the wife of the White Lotus Envoy who was about to pass by. Her beard was cut off by the Zhenfu Secretary on the way, and she traveled thousands of miles to chase her. How can you deal with such an infatuated seed? He’s holding on to someone else’s mother-in-law..."
As he said that, the scholar raised his eyebrows at the bearded man. Yan Xinglie snorted and wanted to say something harsh about preferring death to surrender, but he thought that the Taoist priest was still involved, so he couldn't speak at the moment.
Seeing this, the scholar smiled happily and shook the arrow shaft:
"So, don't be in a hurry."
That's all. He took off a gourd from his waist and tapped it with his fingers three times.
"It's been raining all night, and I feel very wet and cold all over."
He made a gesture of raising a glass to drink.
"The time has not yet come, and there is nothing to do. Why don't you have a drink?"
The Taoist priest's eyes lit up.
"Oh, but the wine is brewed with demonic snakes?"
"Exactly."
This scholar is quite interesting. It's obviously a life-and-death crisis, but he seems to be a bit lazy and cunning. However, the Taoist priest and the bearded man are not serious people, and they don't dislike this person's style. When I heard that there was good wine, I gathered around him with great interest.
As for the White Lotus Sect still surrounding them outside, who cares?
The Taoist priest imitated the scholar and chose a comfortable position to sit down on the spot. Not to mention, the floor of this abandoned building is covered with thick "moss", which feels like a velvet blanket, and it's hard to get comfortable when you drop it on your buttocks. With a casual pull, he picked up some strands. With the moonlight seeping into the gap above his head, Li Changan was a little surprised to find that these did not look like moss, but more like... algae?
Strange, where can algae grow on the ground?
While he was thinking, the scholar next to him had opened the wine gourd. The Taoist priest's nose twitched, and the mellow aroma of wine suddenly entered his nostrils. Well, there is no need to worry about the subtle differences between moss and algae. He watched eagerly as the scholar dug out three more cups and filled them one by one.
"please."
How could the two of them be polite? They offered a false toast and drank it all in one gulp.
The wine was rich and mellow, and as soon as he drank it, a wave of heat arose in the Taoist priest's belly and spread to his limbs and bones. Not only was the dampness and coldness in his body driven away, but thin beads of sweat also appeared on his forehead.
Yan Xinglie's heart suddenly cleared up, and he no longer coughed, and said repeatedly:
"Good wine, good wine, but a pity..."
Finally, looking at the darkness and decadence around him, he shook his head.
“With such a fine wine, it’s time to choose a good place, prepare a delicious meal, and drink it thoroughly to feel happy.”
"Delicious food? I have no choice but to have a good night..."
When the scholar heard this, he stopped his cup and smiled.
"It's quite simple."
As he spoke, he took out another gourd from his waist, took out the stopper, and splashed it in the air. But what spilled out of the gourd was not wine, but clear brilliance. He swayed it nine times in total, and each time he swung it, the building became brighter, and finally the entire building was filled with a light silver glow.
It's as clear and lovely as water.
Reach out and stir, as if waves are rippling.
Li Changan raised his eyes and looked around. The bricks, tiles, beams, columns, walls, windows and coffins, as well as the algae stretching in the clear light, were clearly visible, casting shadows floating in the "water waves".
"This is the moonlight captured on the top of Taihua Mountain during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year."
The scholar put away the gourd with a lazy smile on his face.
"Can this be called a beautiful night?"
The Taoist priest did not answer. He only heard the word "moonlight" and his heart moved slightly. He took out the moon lamp from his arms and scooped it up in the clear light like water waves around him.
Taking it back again, the cup was filled with wine, and the clear liquid was exuding a faint silver glow, blending with the surrounding moonlight.
Li Changan took a sip, and his magic power grew in the familiar taste.
"This is?"
The two looked sideways and asked, and the Taoist priest also shared generously.
The wine cup circled around and fell back into the hands of the Taoist priest. He was wondering whether to scoop out another bowl, and was afraid that the moonlight in the room would be reduced, while the other two were still immersed in the aftertaste. The Taoist priest didn't take it seriously. He knew the taste of moon wine.
Just like the moonlight enters the throat, all the past experiences in life turn into coolness and flow into the heart. The more joyful, miserable, reluctant and reluctant the past, the more touching the taste of this wine becomes.
Yan Dabeard closed his eyes and smiled, not knowing what he was thinking about. The scholar was silent for a long time, and finally sighed.
"Only when you have wasted more than twenty years in life can you know what real wine tastes like. This gourd of mine..."
He shook the wine gourd in his hand.
"It's just sour water... it just soiled my gourd."
As he said that, he actually wanted to throw it away. Not to mention the Taoist priest who was taken aback, even the bearded man also opened his eyes, and both of them stopped him in unison. Unexpectedly, the guy took the gourd back again and smiled.
"It's just a joke. I'm a stingy person, and I can't bear to eat sour water."
This joke actually made the atmosphere in the venue more lively. The three of them laughed loudly, which also made the White Lotus cultists who were enjoying the cold wind outside the building yell and curse. The three of them just thought it was the sound of insects and frogs in the night. Perfect with wine.
After pushing cups and changing cups for a few times, the scholar suddenly put away the gourd and pointed to a corner of the building.
"You two, please look."
But where he pointed, light mist seeped in from the gap between the window coffin and the algae, like white ink scattered into the water.
"The time has come."
…………………………
The laughter coming from the abandoned building made the White Lotus cultists outside look at each other.
The young Zuo Shi snorted coldly and turned to discuss with the old man. Just as the scholar said, he was indeed trying to avoid the enemy, but he was not inactive. At this time, he tried to set up spells, but the strange thing was that there was always something interfering when setting up the spells. After trying for a long time, he found the reason.
There is something strange about this place!
Without thinking too much, he already realized this, so he called Cheng Liang and asked: Where is this place?
However, Cheng Liang was also confused. To say that he has served here for nearly ten years, due to the habits of the old Japanese army, he has traveled all over Pingye. But the ruins everyone was in, based on a rough visual estimate, was the size of a county town. Looking at the thick vines, grass and moss covering everything, it had obviously been there for a long time, but Cheng Liang had no impression of this place at all, so he had no choice but to call in his local general banner.
Strange to say, the commander-in-chief was a little suspicious when he entered the ruins. He was clutching a handful of water plants and looking dazed. Cheng Liang called him several times before he finally came back to his senses. After hearing the question, his answers were hesitant.
"This place seems... to be Pingye City."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Zuo Shi frowned, but Cheng Liang lowered his face and started to scold him.
This group of people just set off from Pingye in the middle of the night. Could it be that they traveled most of the night and returned to Pingye City? Even if it is, is it possible that with this effort, Pingye has become a ruin?
This is so ridiculous!
"My lord doesn't know..."
But the general flag did not change his words. He just swallowed hard and told the old stories that the locals did not want to mention.
"Forty-two years ago, a huge earthquake occurred in Pingye. For three days in a row, the sky was spinning and the earth was spinning. Mountains and rivers were torn apart. All the city buildings and buildings were shaken down. The entire city of Pingye sank more than three feet out of thin air. Almost all humans and animals were destroyed. It is absolutely dead and can no longer house any living people... Today's Pingye is just a new city that has been rebuilt in a new location in recent years."
"This little man has just turned fifty this year. He grew up in this old city while urinating. He only escaped death because he went out to visit relatives. Sir, you see..."
He pointed at a low ridge he had passed just now, and the edges of a stone were faintly exposed under the thick moss.
"That's the city wall back then." He pointed to a large pile of rubble next to him, "This is the city, and that's the government office..."
After pointing it out one by one, he finally came to a conclusion.
"This is the ruins of Pingye Old City!"
"so what?"
Cheng Liang had long been impatient to hear these nagging old stories. If Zuo Shi hadn't been still frowning and listening, he would have waited on him with his whip.
"But……"
Perhaps the night wind brought in clouds that obscured the moonlight, and the ruins became a little more gloomy. The general flag actually trembled.
"The earthquake also collapsed Heti, the Sishui River was diverted, and Pingye... the old ruins of Pingye were already submerged!"
…
In other words, are these ruins the reappearance of an old underwater city?
This answer was somewhat unexpected, and the surrounding listeners had not yet tasted it.
suddenly.
Thick fog suddenly rose from the edge of the crowd. A White Lotus cultist on the edge was submerged in the fog before he could react. The man's companion shouted several times, but there was no response from him. The companion reached out according to the position.
However.
Empty.
His expression changed.
"Be careful! This Wugu..."
Halfway through the words, the thick fog suddenly rolled up, pouring in like a flood that had been released, greedily swallowing up the ruins and people along the way.
The Zuo Dao monks gathered around Bai Lian Zuo Shi tried to use various spells to stop the thick fog, but they all fell into the mud and fell into the sea without making any waves. The White Lotus cultists had no choice but to gather in the middle, but there were too many people, and the fog came in too quickly. Except for the masters of the left path beside the White Lotus Zuo Shi, everyone else was buried before they could react.
Fortunately, the night wind swept away the clouds again, and the closing of the thick fog suddenly slowed down.
But then, everyone was surprised to find that the mist was getting lighter and lighter under the moonlight, but the White Lotus cultists who had been swallowed up before were not in the mist.
"No! Look at the moss!"
Suddenly, a cry of surprise rang out from the remaining White Lotus cultists, and everyone looked around.
I was shocked to find that the thick moss covering the entire ruins was rapidly receding, revealing the rubble, rocks and dead wood underneath. Immediately afterwards, the rotten wood was turned into beams and pillars, and the gravel was turned into bricks and tiles. It was like going back in time and turning back into streets, shops, and houses. Then there was a burst of noise, and the dead streets became vivid. Pedestrians, vendors, and salesmen appeared quietly one after another, and in a blink of an eye, the bustling and prosperous street scene appeared.
The general flag widened his eyes and murmured:
"Ping...Pingye City."
As soon as he finished speaking, the waning moon disappeared behind the clouds again.
The prosperous street scene disappeared in an instant, leaving only the rolling thick fog closing in and the remaining members of the White Lotus Sect crowded into a ball.
as well as.
That dilapidated old building has remained unchanged.
