"Sister Yujun, this is the farewell, see you later!"
Mo Qin Mo Yuan said goodbye with clasped fists, which is a common etiquette used by people in the world.
"See you later."
Bai Yujun watched the two brothers and sister walking towards the county town. Although they were weak, they still chose to stand up. They were heroes. The rebels who were unpopular would be defeated sooner or later.
Seeing that the soldiers and rebels were about to fight, Bai Yujun was not in a hurry to leave, thinking about watching a movie first.
There is no need to interfere in the affairs between humans. Unless the rebels have monks to fight, they can go into battle according to the situation. Chunyang wants to maintain the peace of the world and prevent monks from randomly participating in worldly affairs. Of course, it is difficult for monks in the military refining period to survive with so many troops. , those above the foundation building stage will not go out to make trouble in the secular world, and it is too late to increase their cultivation level, so there is no time to cause trouble.
The high mountains outside the city were occupied by officers, soldiers and rebels watching each other. Bai Yujun found a big tree to climb up and watch the show leisurely.
Just cast a little illusion without being discovered by those soldiers.
It is normal for snakes to climb trees. People who are familiar with snake creatures know that snakes are masters of tree climbing. Sometimes they will stay motionless on the branches for half a day in order to dig out bird's nests or catch flying birds, waiting for the opportunity.
As always, he put away the bookcase and weapons, took out the blanket and dug out a small pillow and half-cooked diced meat.
Lying down and leaning on it, wow, this feels so comfortable.
He pinched some diced meat and threw it up into the sky. He opened his mouth to catch it. If he had no melon seeds, he could only use this instead. Unfortunately, there was no tea to soothe his throat. Bai Yujun rarely drank wine, fearing that if he drank too much, he would reveal his true form and cause trouble.
The big tree is located on the hillside, and the view is wide.
"Well, it's time to practice playing the flute. I haven't practiced for a long time."
He turned around and dug through the bookcase to look for a flute. After rummaging through it for a long time, he didn't find even one flute. He still remembered that Yang Mu had bought a bundle of flutes for himself...
Sure enough, they were all smashed to pieces at some point.
If there is a god of music in the sky, a bolt of lightning will probably come down immediately and chop this stupid snake into black coals.
Forget it, just lie down and let the wind blow, and be like a salted fish in a snake, the kind of salted fish that is very salty, very salty, pickled and delicious. Well, the weather is a bit sultry, so just blow a little wind.
Thinking of this, I cast my innate spell to create a breeze on the hillside, and the breeze felt very comfortable on my face.
"Yes, the wind and rain spell is indeed somewhat useful."
If these words are known to those who cannot learn wind and rain spells, they will have to use all their strength to kill Bai Yujun. Good spells are actually used to enjoy comfort. It is really stupid to chew peony, burn harp and boil crane.
Because I was so comfortable, I fell asleep unconsciously...
late at night.
Night is the favorite time period for some evil spirits. In the darkness, these evil spirits make trouble without restraint. The darkness is more likely to activate the evil intentions hidden in some people's hearts. Many dark thoughts will be put into action during this night, as if it were The darkness of the ink gives you the confidence to do evil.
Bai Yujun was woken up by the noise.
Looking towards the county seat, the thermal sensing capability presents a picture composed of infrared rays.
It was seen that the temperature of the officers and soldiers and the rebel camp was getting higher and higher and the area was getting larger and larger. It was obvious that both sides planned to launch a fire attack in the dark. They did not expect that the other side also had this idea, so the night battle turned into a fire battle. Fortunately, there were only a few people on both sides. Thousands of people would not cause chaos. The fire was soaring into the sky. Soldiers from both sides brandished weapons to fight, unleashing their most primitive killing instincts...
Although it is not as shocking as the powerful monks fighting, the evil aura is stronger, and the military evil aura is really not that easy to deal with.
The imperial officers and soldiers kept changing their formations with the help of firelight, while the rebels became more chaotic and rampaged with their personal bravery. Fortunately, the imperial officers and soldiers were assisted by martial arts heroes, and the righteous martial arts faction and the evil martial arts faction sparked bloody battles.
The archers of the officers and soldiers exerted great combat power. Every time they were thrown, they would clear out an area. The arrows were like frost.
"kill……"
The sound of killing shook the sky, and everyone's eyes turned red and they vowed to kill their opponents...
Bai Yujun suddenly felt that this movie was not that good to watch. The dead soldiers might be children, grandchildren, brothers, sisters, or fathers. Now that they died here, only the young and old who had lost the mainstay of the family were left. How sad.
However, this is fate, the environment is just like this, the world is just like this, and they all go with the flow.
Thinking of the word "sadness" made me laugh at myself again.
I am a snake demon who has no choice but to survive in the cracks. In order to survive, he is willing to be a janitor snake in Huashan, eating the waste elixir residue that no one wants, and working hard for Chunyang Palace. There is a refuge in Huashan Mountain. The vixen I met that day only wanted to go to the distant Shiwan Mountain in order to stay away from the lucky human race. For this reason, he would rather enter the dangerous Shiwan Mountain.
It is not easy for birds and animals to survive...
Time passed slowly amidst the soldiers' fighting and Bai Yujun's random thoughts.
Gradually, the sky becomes white.
Bai Yujun shook his head to get rid of those messy thoughts, and once again watched the human war.
"Huh? How could the officers and soldiers be defeated?"
It stands to reason that the officers, soldiers and martial arts heroes should have won, but at this time they kept retreating and were in a state of embarrassment. On the other hand, the rebels were pursuing and fighting with high morale. If something went wrong, they would be monsters!
"wrong!"
Bai Yujun stood up suddenly and stared at the rebels.
For some reason, I felt uncomfortable about the location of the rebels, as if there was something bad there. I immediately used my snake's extraordinary sense of smell to carefully search the chaotic odor particles in the air to see if there was anything abnormal.
Bai Yujun's sense of smell becomes more and more powerful as he practices. He can not only smell ordinary smells but also various smells. It is considered a natural magical power. Sometimes a keen sense of smell is more important than cultivation. There are a lot of smells in the air. It was chaotic, but Bai Yujun still discovered something unusual.
Evil breath!
Looking at the battlefield carefully again, I found that the souls of the soldiers were not sucked away by the Underworld Road after they died, but continued to gather somewhere and disappear, as if they were absorbed by something.
"Ghost cultivator!"
You don’t need to guess about the smell and actions to know that they are ghost cultivators. Ghost cultivators are like poisonous scorpions hiding in the shadows. Although the righteous cultivators scream and kill ghost cultivators, they dare not go too hard for fear of being stared at by ghost cultivators. Living in sneak attacks or harming disciples outside, ghost cultivators have become monks in gloomy areas who are rejected by the mainstream.
The cultivation speed of ghost cultivators can be quickly increased as long as the Yin Qi is enough and the resentment of the dead souls is sufficient. For this reason, ghost cultivators secretly linger in the battlefield mass graves at all costs.
Looking around, I saw that there were no senior Chunyang disciples stationed in the small county town.
I'm afraid that the ghost cultivator who rushed over after getting the news has already disappeared without a trace. Bai Yujun is a... gatekeeper of Chunyang Palace. If he doesn't take action, it will be difficult to explain in the future. Even if he is not here, he will not take any action now. How can he hug his thigh after being haunted by ghost cultivators? In order to survive, Bai Yujun will risk his life with a knife no matter what.
He grabbed two weapons and gritted his teeth fiercely. He ran two steps on the tree trunk and suddenly stopped.
Turning back to the book box, he rummaged around to find the Chunyang Taoist robe and put it on carefully, put on the jade crown, and suddenly looked like a Taoist nun who is in a world.
Sometimes this outfit comes in handy.
