I am immortal

The Battle of Jinzhou...

There were ripples in Qi Wuhuo's heart. The middle-aged Taoist had a gentle smile, which was his habitual expression when he was greeted and sent off.

But the look in his eyes towards the young Taoist was compassionate and complicated. He seemed to have guessed something from Qi Wuhuo's emotional fluctuations, but he didn't say anything. He just smiled and said: "Anyway, the little Taoist gave me a Taoist message today." The League made a great deal and solved the problem that had been backlogged for so long."

"It should be a good addition."

“Rice traders all say that if there is no point, there will be no trade; if there is no point, there will be no trade.”

"We are a Taoist alliance, and we can also be regarded as half a business alliance. This is how it should be."

When he came back from fetching the writing, Qi Wuhuo had already calmed down the turbulent emotions in his heart, at least on the surface, he just said: "I want to ask the Taoist League to investigate something, no. Do you know how many Dao League trading points are needed?”

The middle-aged Taoist said gently: "What are you investigating?"

Qi Wuhuo was silent for a moment and said: "I have a gentleman who was lost in Jinzhou. When I saw him walking into the Demon Kingdom, there was the flag of the Mingzhen Taoist League in the crack. Since there are countless people in the Taoist League, I want to Ask... is it possible to find this gentleman of mine?" What he wanted to ask was, since the Mingzhen Dao League has saved so many people, is there a gentleman among these people?

The middle-aged Taoist nodded and said: "...This is not a big matter, the Taoist Alliance will handle it."

"I will inform the Taoist Alliance within the Taoist Alliance for you."

"We have a directory and can look it up for you as to how much it will cost."

The middle-aged man handed the file in his hand to Qi Wuhuo and said, "No need."

"Just as the leader said."

"Businessmen also have moral principles. If you don't follow the path of ruthlessness, how can you judge everything based on money?"

"Taoist Master, if there is news in the future, I will pass it on to the Taoist League with a secret method. Then you can go to any of the thirteen places of our Taoist League in Kyushu and get the news."

……………………

There is a village outside Zhongzhou Fucheng. There is a family in the village, and there lives a man that the whole village hates.

It’s not just his appearance that’s disgusting—

Of course, there are some reasons for that appearance.

It looks like a piece of it has been chewed on the face!

ugly! He is ugly and scary, and he doesn't smile. His eyes are like iron. People say that when he smiles, he will definitely be more terrifying. The muscles on his face are twitching like a monster. Apart from being ugly, he is also scary. Another thing is that he is a man with a broken leg.

Both legs were broken.

When walking, just rely on your hands to support the ground and move.

His arms are extremely thick and powerful.

So it looks more like a monster.

Of course, this is just what children say. Adults don't judge people by their appearance, at least they claim to be so. They hate this man just because he is an extremely drunkard. Everything in the house is replaced by alcohol, and he wakes up every day. Put your arms on a wooden board and drag yourself forward with your arms.

Changed the wine.

The bitterest, turbidest and cheapest wine, drink from morning to night, make half-cooked meals when you are hungry, and then swallow them whole, as long as you don’t die, because today’s saints promulgated the "Dengji Deyin", so for these lonely and disabled people , there is a subsidy, but no matter what is delivered, whether it is rice, flour, grain, oil, or utensils, the man will replace it with turbid wine.

It seemed like he wanted to drown himself in the drink!

"I heard that he is a man of military merit and even served as a captain."

Some people say so.

But I also heard that this man's distant relatives also came to look for him, and there was a lot of quarrel that day.

After that, no one came to look for him again.

When the young Taoist priest came to the village, the village chief told him all these things while leading the way. He kept leaning on the ground with the crutch in his hand and cursed: "He is a rotten person. He only knows how to drink and has a bad temper." It’s so bad, everyone who tries to help him with good intentions will be scolded by him, and even if they help to cook for him, they all say it tastes bad, tastes bad.”

"Why are you so picky about what you want to eat?"

"This man is drunk to death!"

"I only say that I have killed monsters when I'm drunk."

"Ha, just like that? Being chopped down by a monster is more like that!"

As they walked all the way, the old village chief complained all the way, and finally stopped, pointed to a house far away, and said: "No, it's right there. Oops, I've already smelled it before I even came over. With such a smell of alcohol, this old boy might have started drinking since we got here..."

"No, maybe you drank all night, don't throw up!"

The old man cursed and walked over, picked up his crutch and smashed the door: "Hey! Hey!"

"Old monster!"

"An old friend and disciple of yours is here to see you, go out!"

"Did you hear that?! Open the door!"

After knocking for a while, the door was pushed open with a loud bang. The old manager was very experienced. He turned his steps to one side and ducked. Although he was over sixty years old, he still managed to knock on the door. As nimble as a young man, he avoided a staggering man who stumbled out of the way, smelling of alcohol, and saw that he indeed had no legs, his face was messy, and his eyes were cloudy.

His head is full of white hair and his face is full of wrinkles.

Lao Li sighed and said: "It's him. I know he may be different from your impression, but it is indeed him. Don't think that you have made a mistake."

"This guy is only in his fifties."

"When I first came to the village, I was forty-eight. I looked the same as someone in my thirties."

"Although he has no legs, he looks strong at first glance, and his eyes look like two gleams of light, but he will grow old quickly."

"In seven years, before the tree has grown, the man will have aged terribly."

He was already a bit old, so he felt the same way. He poked the old 'monster' with his crutch and said, "Get up quickly. Don't sleep. Someone is coming to see you. Why don't you entertain me quickly..." He came closer again. Liao whispered in his ear: "Do you really want to die here without anyone to take care of you?"

"Why don't you get up quickly!"

The man then raised his head, his eyes were groggy, as if he had never woken up.

The wrinkles on his face were intertwined with scars and bite marks, making him look like a monster that only existed in nightmares. He glanced at Qi Wuzhu, muttered something, and said, "Do you have any wine?"

The resident scolded.

The young Taoist looked at the sleepy man and said gently:

"I'll go and buy."

He went to buy wine and meat and came back, but the man did not eat vegetables, but only drank wine. He treated the good delicacies in the village as if they were old shoes, which made the old man grit his teeth in anger. After drinking like this for seven years, Qi Wuhuo saw When I arrived home, it was really empty, with nothing there.

Not to mention a cupboard, there is not even a bed, just a few weeds piled together. Every day when you are drunk, you lie down, drink when you sober, and go shopping after drinking.

Everything that can be exchanged or pawned at home has been pawned neatly.

Qi Wuhuo borrowed other people's houses to cook some food.

The old, sick and disabled old man only drank wine and said: "This wine is not good, and the rice is not good, but the wine is also drinkable...at least it has some taste, little guy, I don't know where you come from, but You have to know that I have nothing left, so if I had any other ideas, I would be making a mistake."

The chief said anxiously: "You idiot!"

"Little brother, don't listen to what he says, he has something, he has something."

Then he urged the old man who was drinking wine urgently: "Don't you have that iron scroll of military merit?"

The old man said expressionlessly: "Sold."

The leader was stunned and said angrily: "Sold? What did you sell it for?!"

The old man took a sip of wine and burped twice: "Sell it to buy wine...that thing has only this use."

The old man with broken legs and a ferocious face looked calm and his eyes were cloudy. When he talked about this, he took another sip of wine. The director who cared about him for the rest of his life was so angry that he threw away the crutches in his hands and stumbled out. The old man looked the same as before, but he was drinking, as if he was drunk to death in this filthy wine.

Rotten people, monsters, drunks.

He doesn't care.

The events of that year are always tumbling in his mind, and only when he drinks can he temporarily forget these things. The smell of this turbid wine is pungent, because the wine is not mellow, so when he is drunk, it is like an iron stick piercing his body. His mind was spinning, making him just want to lie down on the pile of dead grass, like a corpse, close his eyes, and all the images flashed through his mind were the scenes he saw in Jinzhou.

It’s a great year of hunger, and people eat each other.

It’s a monster that eats people, it’s an arrow that pierces the flesh and blood of the people.

The sword slashed through the demon thief's head, blood splashed all over his face, and everyone's eyes turned red.

In front of him were monsters and common people, but when he turned around, he saw that the cavalry was blocking the road, not allowing anyone else to cross. The Xuanjia that he had once devoted all his life to was now aiming his weapon at Jinzhou. The common people who had exhausted all their shelter - civil strife broke out in some areas of the army. There was a mutiny between the army who decided to carry out military orders and the cavalry who decided to believe what they saw with their own eyes.

One side believes that blocking the road will cause people to die, which is heartless, while the other side believes in the order and believes that these people are mixed with demons. Letting them out will inevitably lead to the destruction of several surrounding states and countless casualties of the people. The two sides fought first, and then pushed back. Pushing, in the end he had no choice but to draw the knife.

The most ironic thing is that the military formations on both sides feel that they are drawing their swords for the sake of the people.

Fight to the death and never retreat.

So this time in the internal fighting, there was an astonishing battle loss ratio.

More than 70% of the troops were killed or injured, but they still refused to retreat.

The sword once penetrated the chest of his comrade, and blood fell into his eyes. When the bearded man died, he was still holding his hand tightly, saying that these people could not be allowed to pass. The order he received said that there were too many of these people. There are changes in demons, and once this place is lost, the people of the world will suffer.

Who is right and who is wrong?

Is it those colleagues or myself...

Or...

He couldn't think about it, couldn't remember it.

"Wine, give me wine..."

"Give me wine!"

He became furious.

The young Taoist's voice answered: "I'm cooking, you eat some."

"I want wine, wine, and whatever food I want, whatever I want!"

He crawled over, not caring about the dust and mud on his face, and just picked up the wine and poured it into his mouth. The young Taoist was silent for a while, and said gently: "You won't be able to last long if you are like this, even if your body is strong enough." You can fight with monsters, but it is always wrong to indulge in such indulgence. It is difficult to survive, so you should cherish it."

The old man laughed loudly: "Alive?"

"I'd rather die than live! I should have died there back then, you know nothing, you know nothing..." He murmured, raising his neck to drink, but... He never told anything about what happened back then, he just drank sometimes and cursed sometimes.

The young Taoist cooked the food from the side and brought it over. The old man was about to push him over as usual, but his movements suddenly stopped and his body stiffened. He lowered his head, his cloudy eyes widened, and looked at the simple and plain man. After one meal and one soup, my mind went blank.

This meal is only made by farmers in Jinzhou.

He suddenly picked up the soup and raised his neck to eat it, murmuring: "It tastes like this, it tastes like this..."

"Jinzhou people, you are from Jinzhou."

"You are from Jinzhou, right? Jinzhou, Jinzhou."

The young Taoist looked at the suddenly panicked old man and said, "Well, seven years ago, I was nine years old."

"Nine years old, only nine years old, nine years old..."

The old man stretched out his hand to touch the young Taoist in front of him, but then took it back and patted him on the shoulder. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't. The expression on his face was trembling, and with such a fierce expression, he seemed to be crying. , but couldn't cry. He just opened his mouth and his body was shaking like a fallen leaf.

Qi Wuhuo didn't know what to say. The emotion was surging. He finally just said: "I survived."

"A lot of people died, but a lot of people survived."

The old man with disabled legs suddenly burst into tears. He fell to the ground suddenly, tears streaming down his face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"We failed to protect you."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

The old man, who had a large piece missing from his face and had marks from swords and scratches, was in tears. He pulled the young Taoist along, his body trembling, and he could only say three words, "I'm sorry."

In Jinzhou that year, thirteen Buddhist disciples burned the relics of their ancestors and tore open the way forward. The Taoist disciples killed more than 600 sword cultivators. An army of cavalry disobeyed orders, cut open the way forward, and entered the Demon Kingdom. In the end, only twenty-seven people survived. The last time he saw a family, the boy was dead and the girl was dead. The remaining child was still crying. But at that time, he was attacked by a wolf monster because he was distracted. leg.

The broken leg was still connected with the muscles and bones, so he cut it off with his knife, and then rushed to fight with the demon clan, half of his face was eaten away.

His heavy armor was shattered and his body was covered with more than thirty wounds. When he was found, he was still holding his sword and holding a dead child in his arms. He seemed to be in a daze, but he roared in the direction of the capital, kill the thief, kill the thief.

The young Taoist looked at the tearful old man in front of him and subconsciously raised his hand to perform the Fearless Seal, but finally put his hand down.

He just pressed his trembling palms with his palms, looked at the veteran and said:

"Thanks……"

The old man burst into tears.