Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 234 The world is short

The setting sun fell into the mountains, and the stars appeared on the sky again.

Shangguan Lingye was wearing the clothes of a peasant girl, standing under the eaves, holding dumplings and feeding rice grains, looking up to the sky, in a daze.

Ordinary people often say that life is short, and they imagine that they will live forever, and every year will last forever.

Shangguan Lingye once thought that ordinary people were dissatisfied with the short life span, so he sighed like this.

But after living in the secular world for a few days, I realized that what ordinary people are reluctant to give up is not their life span, but the people and things they have experienced - they are afraid of losing their youthful physique, they are afraid that their beauty will grow old, they are afraid of being separated from their loved ones, and they are afraid that the current comfortable time will never come back. .

If a mortal carries an old body, all his close relatives are separated by life and death, and he is left with only loneliness for the rest of his life, then living for one more day will be tiring, and how can anyone expect to live forever and live forever.

Shangguan Lingye stayed in this unknown place and was forced to let go of everything he had. Without the cultivation of Spirit Ascension, without the heavy affairs of the Demon Detective Department, without the aura of the noble daughter of the Fairy Family, he was left alone. , and a companion who depends on each other.

Eighty years ago, Shangguan Lingye would not have dared to imagine such a thing. When encountering a similar situation, his only thought would definitely be to 'leave the Sea of ​​Bitterness'.

But now, for some reason, Shangguan Lingye doesn't resent such days.

Cooking during the day, keeping vigil at night, chatting a few flirtatious words with men, the day passed without thinking about anything.

And after leaving here, you have to go back to your old days, with countless trivial things weighing on you. You also have to take care of your cultivation, find opportunities to find your true destiny, protect ordinary people, and resist the invasion of evil spirits and heretics. As long as you live, you will not stop. One day, just thinking about it makes people feel breathless.

In comparison, Shangguan Lingye naturally felt that such a simple life was more comfortable.

But it is a pity that fairies who fall into the mortal world are also fairies. They do not belong to this world, and they will always return one day.

While Shangguan Lingye was staring at the starry sky in a daze, there was a sudden commotion on the distant city wall, and several shouts came:

"Look over there..."

"It's the Qingjia Army, please inform the boss quickly..."

Dangdangdang——

The gong sounded, and there was a sudden commotion outside.

On the side of the small courtyard, Zuo Lingquan was chopping firewood. He held his sword and glanced at the city wall: "It seems something happened... I'll go over and have a look." With that, he jumped out of the courtyard wall.

Shangguan Lingye and Zuo Lingquan had only stayed here for two days and had not discovered the whereabouts of the Nether Ancestor. However, the Qingjia Army who was a hundred miles away suddenly came over. They knew there was something wrong at the first thought. She thought for a moment, went back to the house to get her belongings, and followed her out...

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Tata Tower——

There were heavy footsteps in the dilapidated county town. The remaining people had already seen the bad reputation of the Qingjia Army. They fled when they heard the gongs and hid in secluded places in the city.

There are only 300 rebels in the city, and their quality is uneven. Not to mention their physical strength, there are only two hundred people with sound limbs. Except for a dozen leaders who are a bit skilled, the rest are peasants, and their weapons are only kitchen knives and hoes. .

The city wall in Macheng County is only a two-person high earth wall. There are not enough defenders, and there are no bows and crossbows. There are so many Qingjia soldiers. If they really want to attack the city, they don’t even need to set up ladders. Come up, there is no need to guard at all.

Jiang Heng is good at inspiring people. The rebels haven't fled yet, but the situation is not far off. Cao Xin looked at the densely packed torches outside the county town, her face was ashen, she patted her thigh and said:

"Let me tell you, it would have been nice to have gone there a long time ago. Now people are coming. There are at least two thousand people at the moment. They are probably here to massacre the city and establish their prestige..."

Zhu Ba is the most mature, but at this moment he also panicked:

"How about breaking out? Run from the south into the mountains and hide for a few days..."

"There are also people in the south, and the escape route is blocked!"

Jiang Heng turned his eyes to the mountains to the south of the county seat, and sure enough, he found that there were torches shaking there. The east of the county seat was the sea, and there were no boats to escape from, and the dumplings had already been made.

"Boss, hurry up and open the city gate and go out to sue for peace. It will be too late when they start to attack the city before you go out..."

Jiang Heng shook his head and said, "Zhu Wu is ruthless and ruthless. He put so much effort into making dumplings. It is definitely not for our little manpower. He is probably here to 'train soldiers'. There is no way to survive if he surrenders."

The way the Qingjia army trains is to kill people to test the courage of the new recruits. Its notoriety is well known in the surrounding area.

Jiang Heng knew that there was no difference between defending and giving away for nothing. He wanted to order his men to disperse and fend for themselves. When he saw Zuo Lingquan running up with a sword, he said:

"How about we all disperse and find a way to break out of the encirclement. Leave the old man behind and let us take more young people out. Zuo Jianxia, ​​you are very skilled in martial arts. Please lend a helping hand and take a few children out. If all the children are dead, , it became extinct in Macheng County.”

Zuo Lingquan quickly came to the top of the city and glanced at the number of enemy troops. There were about three thousand people. The main force of the Qingjia Army had arrived except for the thousand people left to defend the city.

However, this battle did not scare Zuo Lingquan. He raised his hand to signal everyone not to panic and asked:

"We don't have many people. As long as we disperse, we won't be able to resist. Don't panic. Let's see what they are here for."

Jiang Heng and others were just ordinary people waiting here to die. How could they listen to this? They stopped paying attention to Zuo Lingquan and began to order his men to find opportunities to break out.

The county is a mess, but outside the city it is orderly.

Two thousand bandit troops came from the south, led by more than 500 people, all wearing armor and carrying standard swords and guns. Behind them were archers and crossbowmen, holding a banner with the word "zhu", which looked murderous.

In the middle of the bandit army was a large chair carried by eight people. On it sat a tall man with a beard wearing a python robe, carrying two tiger-head swords on his back, facing Zhu Wu, the leader of the Qingjia Army, who was as fierce as Yama.

The bandit army stopped a stone's throw away, and Zhu Wu shouted from a distance:

"Jiang Heng, you are also considered a good player in Ninghe. I will give you a chance to bring out a few brothers around you and join the Qingjia Army as junior generals in the future. I will be of great use to the others, so don't be nagging me."

On top of the city, Jiang Heng and others had different expressions when they heard this.

Cao Xin wanted to agree, but he also knew what would happen to the rest of the brothers if he agreed. After all, the people in the Jianghu took their righteousness seriously and couldn't open their mouths.

Jiang Heng originally despised Zhu Wu, and it was even more impossible for him to send nearly a thousand brothers who relied on him into the tiger's mouth to find a life for himself. He immediately responded:

"King Zhu, we have no intention of going against you. I have been thinking about going over to seek refuge these days. People have gathered. Before I could leave, you came here first. Several hundred of my brothers are also good at fighting. If you want to Why don't we call you the king from now on and join your party today?"

Zhu Wu leaned on the big chair carried by eight people and raised his hand simply:

"Okay, I'll give you a favor and ask your men to put down their weapons and lead the people out."

You don't need to think about it to know that this is a lie. If they really lost their weapons and left the city, the next thing they would be greeted by was a butcher's knife.

Jiang Heng knew that Zhu Wu was determined to kill, his face darkened, he tilted his head and said:

"Let's delay for a while and let others lead the people to run away from the sea. How many can swim out?"

Su Ziyu, a scholar with no fighting ability at all, ran down and escaped secretly with others.

Jiang Heng was about to continue talking nonsense and delay the attack on the city, but he saw Shangguan Lingye walking up with a bamboo hat. He ignored them at all. After glancing under the city wall a few times, he said:

"To capture the thief, capture the king first. You go and kill that guy. The method is more cruel. You will peel off the skin and cramp in front of them. Don't kill too many others. You can keep it for your own use."

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Jiang Heng and his brothers were confused and were wondering if the woman was frightened, when they saw Zuo Lingquan next to him nodded slightly, then turned over and jumped off the city wall.

"Eh?! Master Zuo, you..."

"Rope, pull the person up quickly..."

Jiang Heng and others had seen that Zuo Lingquan was very skilled in martial arts, but there were more than 2,000 people outside, armed with crossbows and armor. No matter how advanced his martial arts skills were, it would lead to death. They all thought that Zuo Lingquan was crazy and hurriedly tried to pull him back.

But Zuo Lingquan landed firmly on the loess soil and never looked back.

The night wind whistled, and the cold moon was like a blade, carving out the light and shadow of the sword on the ruined land.

The firelight reflected from the crossbow arrows was like fangs pointing towards the old city wall in the distance in the night.

Under the city wall, a swordsman in black robes, with his hair tied up with a hairband, strode under the moonlight and night wind. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of his robes.

In front of you is an armored army, and behind you is a dilapidated and dangerous city.

The scene looked as if death was at home, and it was like hitting a stone with an egg. There was no chance of winning, and it even made the opponent laugh:

"Look, someone jumped down..."

"I'm here to surrender..."

But the torch-bearing Qingjia Army soon stopped laughing.

Zhu Wu, who was sitting on the big chair, frowned and winked at the people below.

A sharp archer standing behind the elite army saw this and fired his bow and arrow until the figure in black strode forward.

call out--

The arrows were like cold stars, making a buzzing sound in the air.

Jiang Heng and others shouted "Be careful!", but saw that Zuo Lingquan did not dodge. He just raised his left hand slightly and blocked the flying arrow with his scabbard.

clatter.

The arrow fell diagonally to the ground, failing to hinder its progress.

"Good work!"

Zhu Wu was also a practitioner. When he saw this scene, he sat up a little straighter, propped his elbows on his knees, and raised his chin:

"Fire the arrow!"

Boo hoo hoo——

More than a hundred archers received the order, and in an instant there was a loud sound of crossbows, and hundreds of cold lights shot through the air until they reached the swordsman in black who was halfway through the journey.

Jiang Heng and others looked ashen, thinking that Zuo Lingquan would turn into a hedgehog soon, but the next moment, their jaws dropped.

I saw Zuo Lingquan walking faster and faster in the night wind. This time he didn't even bother to hide. He walked straight through the arrow rain and let the powerful arrows fall on him.

Kakaka——

The cold iron arrows pierced the robes, but stopped abruptly when they touched the flesh. Some were broken, and some bounced to the side.

The fourth level of Linggu has a pure golden body and is hard to be hurt by ordinary swords; if Zuo Lingquan can be shot into a hedgehog by an earthly feather arrow, his cultivation as an immortal will be in vain.

Seeing such miracles, the county rebels were so frightened that they even forgot to escape. They stared blankly at the deflected arrows, unable to understand the scene they were seeing.

"this……"

"Hero Zuo seems to be invulnerable..."

The same was true for the Qingjia Army outside the city. After firing a few arrows, they froze on the spot. Some people looked at the crossbows and arrow kettles in their hands, wondering if they had picked up the wrong weapons.

Among all the people, it was the leader Zhu Wu who was the most sober.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Wu first looked surprised, then turned to look left and right, as if looking for someone.

Zuo Lingquan guessed that the Nether Ancestor might be hiding in the dark, wanting to provoke a massacre between the two armies to obtain the soul. He did not give Zhu Wu a chance to ask. When he reached the front of the army, he stamped his feet on the ground and flew away. rise.

Bang——

Under the gaze of thousands of people, Zuo Lingquan leaped more than three feet high and rushed over the heads of hundreds of soldiers. Like a divine soldier descending from the sky, he struck Zhu Wu on the head with his palm.

Zhu Wu met Ancestor Netherworld the day before yesterday, and he had already seen the power of being "invulnerable to weapons and weapons, and able to break gold and iron with his fingers"; he had killed countless people in his life and was full of courage. When he saw Zuo Lingquan approaching in the blink of an eye, Zhu Wu was also shocked and his face turned pale, with two big knives behind his back. He took action and shouted angrily:

"Master, save me!"

Zuo Lingquan was also on guard, but no one came to help.

Behind the Qingjia Army, the Nether Ancestor was wearing ordinary clothes and had already turned around and walked towards Ninghe City.

Ancestor Netherworld originally intended for the Qingjia Army to come and massacre the city, but he did not expect that Zuo Lingquan would still stay in the county seat and did not find a place to restore his strength.

The ancestor of Netherworld couldn't kill two people with his physical body alone, and three thousand ordinary people couldn't kill the cultivators. With two people here, the plan to massacre the city would definitely fail. He was not interested in fighting with the two of them, and returned to Ninghe City to force the defenders of the city. The army massacred the remaining tens of thousands of civilians in the same way. They didn't even show their faces and left without returning.

Bang——

But in the blink of an eye, Zuo Lingquan, like a black hawk, slapped his palm on the crossed and raised blades.

Zhu Wu was already considered a top warrior among mortals, but facing Zuo Lingquan's palm, he was no different from a three-year-old child raising his hands to block. Not only did his raised swords fail to cut off his palms, but he was also directly slapped. Press toward the chest and abdomen.

There was only a muffled sound of 'bang -', and the back of the knife was directly smashed into the thick chest, blood burst out, and there was a muffled sound of bone cracking.

There are many pro-military forces around, but no one can react between the calcium carbide sparks.

Zuo Lingquan grabbed Zhu Wu's neck with his backhand, and before he could ask for mercy, the five fingers of his right hand turned into sharp claws like hooks, directly piercing the chest of the bearded man, and then yanked him out.

Pfft——

In full view of everyone, a curtain of blood burst out from Zhu Wu's chest, and pieces of flesh flew everywhere. A beating blood cell was forcefully pulled out of his chest, and the blood sprinkled on the face of the soldier a few feet away.

"ah--"

Zhu Wu's eyes were terrified, and he looked down at the empty chest. After a scream, his limbs twitched, unwilling to die.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding Qingjia soldiers were so frightened that they turned pale and forgot to draw their swords. Jiang Heng and others on the city wall were shocked, and even Shangguan Lingye frowned in surprise.

Zuo Lingquan wanted to capture the king and suppress the bandit army, so as not to cause a large number of casualties and benefit the Nether Ancestor, so he naturally had to be ruthless to the end; he carried the limp body with one hand, turned to look at the densely packed bandit army around him, and said angrily :

"Kneel down to me!"

The sound was like thunder, and it was transmitted for several miles at night.

Dozens of surrounding soldiers were so shocked that they sat down on the ground, and the rest all stepped back. Looking at the man in black standing on the big chair with the corpse in his hand, it was like looking at a demon god who had inexplicably appeared in the world.

Zuo Lingquan held the heart in his hand, and looked at the group of ants under his feet fiercely, showing the aura of the "butcher of the world" to the fullest.

This feeling was very domineering and invincible, but after seeing the horror and fear in everyone's eyes, Zuo Lingquan's heart moved, and he suddenly figured out one thing:

Without any restrictions, immortals are so crushing and invincible when facing mortals; they do not give any chance, do not make any sense, good and evil are all up to themselves, and mortals have no right to resist or choose.

Zuo Lingquan came from the mountains. To the people of this world, he is a true god. Even if he doesn't think so, mortals are like ants in front of him. He can do whatever he wants according to his heart.

The same is true for Patriarch Youming. As long as Patriarch Youming is willing, it will be easy to kill all the people in the world. The people in this world have no right to resist at all.

If there is a larger world above Jiuzhou, the 'True Immortal people' above may treat ordinary people like Zuo Lingquan the same way.

Whether those 'immortals' are good or evil has no meaning to Zuo Lingquan, because good and evil are determined by the immortals and have nothing to do with him.

Zuo Lingquan was a little puzzled at first when he heard from the Four Elephant Gods that there were ancestors who had cut off everyone's path to immortality, but now he suddenly understands what those ancestors did.

If you can go up, you can come down. If the one who comes down is Shangguan Lingye, for Jiuzhou, it will naturally be the descent of the Saint from heaven; but if the one who comes down is the Nether Ancestor, it will be the catastrophe of annihilation for the people.

The reason why those ancestors in ancient times cut off the road may be because they have experienced too much and would rather take their lives into their own hands than to gamble anymore.

bang——

Zuo Lingquan frightened the bandit army with his angry eyes, and when he was secretly enlightening, a thunderbolt flashed in the far south.

Zuo Lingquan came back to his senses in an instant, and from the corner of his eye, the thunder was purple, as if it had torn a rift in the sky, an extraordinary sight that can only appear in this world.

The Nether Ancestor, who had walked out for half a mile, saw the scene and his face changed suddenly, and then he became ecstatic and ran towards the southeast. It looked like a black sword under the moonlight, which was extremely eye-catching.

Shangguan Lingye also came back to his senses in an instant, knowing that there was an opportunity to escape in the south, but he did not leave, turning his head and said urgently:

"You will leave the city quickly, collect the bandits outside in the name of 'helping men and gods', and then find someone to pretend to be a ghost, and immediately go and occupy Ninghe City; be sure to keep what I teach you in mind, and it will work. In the future, don’t do evil, treat the people kindly, and return the people here to peace.”

After finishing speaking, Shangguan Lingye snatched an iron stick from the hands of the rebels, jumped towards the city wall, and chased after Patriarch Youming.

Jiang Heng was stunned by the scene of heavenly beings coming to the world, but his mind was not slow. He knew that this was the biggest opportunity in his life. After he came to his senses, he jumped off the city wall and took several brothers with him. Running behind Shangguan Lingye, Lang said in a voice:

"I, Jiang Heng, have the help of gods and men. I am invulnerable to swords and guns, and I cannot be attacked by ten thousand arrows. If you surrender quickly, you can avoid death."

The Qingjia Army outside the city saw with their own eyes that Zuo Lingquan was invulnerable, and Zhu Wu's body was still in his hands, so they were frightened; when they saw another group of people rushing out of the county town, they still had no fighting spirit, and they started one after another. Throwing weapons and retreating.

Zuo Lingquan discovered the whereabouts of the Nether Ancestor and knew that there could be no delay. He threw Zhu Wu's body directly in front of the rebel army. He drew his sword and chopped down two bandit soldiers who wanted to escape. He shouted angrily:

"Kneel down to me!"

This time, most of the people came back to their senses, and the effect was outstanding. Hundreds of people knelt on the ground, grabbed the ground with their heads, and trembled.

Shangguan Lingye, who was shaped like a flying swallow, passed through the bandit army, shot to death the few remaining little bosses who wanted to escape with an iron rod in his hand, and joined Zuo Lingquan, chasing southward together.

Jiang Heng and the others ran behind, probably because they guessed that the two gods would never return, and wanted to thank them for their farewell, but the situation was imminent and they could not tolerate their politeness. The frightened Qingjia Army...

(end of this chapter)