Xuanjian Xianzu

Chapter 102 The Great Drought
Mu Jiaoman was sitting on the empty cart, the road in Shanyue territory was bumpy, and the shaking made him extremely irritable, and the scene on the Baiyutai was always repeated in front of him over and over again.

Lifting the curtain of the car, Mu Jiaoman looked at the hot sun in the sky, saw the dry and cracked earth, and shouted loudly:

"How long has it been since it rained!"

"Back to Commander, it has been four months without a single drop of rain!"

Mu Jiaoman thought for a while, waved to the people below, and said loudly:

"Let's withdraw the defense line in the east, drive the refugees to the east, and let them harm the strangers."

The disciples below hesitated for a moment, then replied:
"Once the defense line in the east is withdrawn, if Li Xiangping is allowed to escape..."

"That bird is dead!"

Mu Jiao let out a roar, angry from his heart, You Zi suddenly jumped up from the car, grabbed the man by the neck, and shouted loudly:
"How many times have I said that, that bird is dead! Dead! Dead! Dead!"

After saying that, his eyes were red with anger, and he was about to punch, but he saw all the tribes around him knelt down like wheat straw blown by the wind, and shouted in unison:
"Meet the king!"

Mu Jiaoman trembled all over, slowly raised his head, saw Takong Yuqi, looked at his own Jianixi coldly, waved the man away, knelt down hastily, his forehead was pressed tightly on the ground, his hands Lips pale.

"Your Majesty!"

Jia Nixi walked up to him step by step, looked at him quietly, then suddenly raised his leg and kicked him, angrily said:
"waste!"

Mu Jiaoman immediately flew far away like a rubber ball, knocking down several carts, and the rice splattered all over the ground, causing the people on the left and right to swallow their saliva slightly.

After rolling around a few times, Mu Jiaoman hurriedly crawled back to Jia Nixi, and slapped himself in the face one by one.

Jia Nixi lowered his eyebrows and looked at it for a while, then laughed angrily and said:
"Just a mere fetal breath, mobilizing the crowd, you can't even touch his tail, and you still have to ask the Lu Wu to curse and kill you. You are really useless, Mujiaoman."

Mu Jiao slapped himself numbly, listening to Jia Nixi whispering:

"You don't have to participate in the great sacrifice in a few days, and reflect on it in the camp."

Mu Jiaoman suddenly raised his head, his mind exploded like thunder, as if he caught something in an instant.

Just when he was about to speak, Jia Nixi was one step ahead of him, and punched him in the stomach abruptly interrupting his words, knocking him unconscious.

"Drag down."

Jia Nixi let out a low cry, seeing Mu Jiaoman being dragged out of the barracks, turned his head to look at the towering Wushan Mountain, and muttered to himself in a faint voice:

"Live."

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Turning around in the mountains and forests until the dawn appeared in the sky, Li Tongya flew up from a messy and empty cottage, muttering to himself:

"All the smoke from the cooking to the east is gone, Shanyue's army has already withdrawn, how could Mujiaoman let Xiang Ping go back so easily..."

Going west with the wind, I saw a piece of red land under my feet. Counting the days, it has not rained for half a year.

"No wonder there are so many Shanyue refugees."

Li Tongya frowned and estimated the situation in Shanyue, judging the possibility of refugees coming across the border.

"My Li family's granaries have been abundant these past few years. It's not a problem to support thousands of refugees, but it can increase the population. I'm just afraid that if the drought continues this day, the Meichi River will dry up, and we won't be able to grow food anymore."

"Ji's family letter once mentioned the matter of offering sacrifices, I think Jia Nixi doesn't have much time to jump around..."

As Li Tongya continued to go deeper into the territory of Shanyue, more and more dry and cracked land and stripped dead trees appeared in the field of vision, and the Dajue Court slowly emerged from a distance.

The only city in Shanyue is full of traces of time. The walls eroded by wind and rain are pitted on the outside and decayed on the inside.

A high altar has been set up beside the Dajue Court, made of mud, wood and stones, and nine out of ten have been completed. It is said that Jia Nixi will sacrifice to the sky on it, and the great cause will be unified.

Although the craftsmen on the altar were haggard and sweaty, they looked hopeful and respectful. Everyone was expecting that Kanixi would end the chaos and bring them a stable life.

"Can't go any further."

Li Tongya stopped silently. This time he searched for nothing like every time before, turned his head back in disappointment, and headed towards Moon Lake.

Moon Lake has receded hundreds of miles. The dry and cracked river bed is full of dead fish and rotten shrimps. It is so smoked that people can't open their eyes. There are wolves and vultures looking for food everywhere. It looks like a paradise for animals. Li Tongya is turning on Moon Lake. After a circle, we returned to Mount Lijing.

After landing on the mountain, Li Tongya saw a fat black pig corpse lying in the courtyard. Its long hair was licked beautifully, and its two fangs were as long as an adult's arm, as white as jade.

On the side, Li Xuanling and Li Xuanxuan were hurriedly injecting spirit sealing techniques into the joints and acupoints of the black pig's corpse, while Li Xuanfeng was rubbing his bow on the big bluestone.

"Father Zhong!"

Seeing Li Tongya falling slowly, Li Xuanfeng smiled while sitting on the big bluestone, holding a bow in his left hand and a big sack in his right, jumped down on the stone, raised his head and laughed loudly:

"This mountain boar monster is so big, with peak fetal breath cultivation, it's enough to feed everyone!"

Li Tongya smiled lightly, and with a sweep of his spiritual sense, he saw a black and shiny long arrow buried in the monster's head. Other than that, his whole body was intact, without a single wound. He said in surprise:

"An arrow?"

"One arrow!"

Li Xuanfeng raised his head triumphantly, threw the pitch-black longbow in his hand and hung it behind his back, bent down and reached into the hollow eye sockets of the pig monster, took out the long arrow, and shook the bow on his hand indifferently. The red and white thing replied:
"I chased this pig demon all night. In the early morning, while the pig demon was eating wood and bamboo, an arrow blew up its eyes, pierced its brain and killed it."

"good."

Li Tongya gave a compliment, but still persuaded:
"Don't look at this wild boar monster who just eats you and dies with one arrow. If you let this monster get close to you, you will be gutted with a single blow, and you will die without a place to bury you. You still have to be careful and find some repairs. Come and kill for the lowly monster."

"Oh"

Li Xuanfeng responded in a low voice, and replied rather dissatisfied:
"Just this monster, it can't even stick to the corner of my clothes!"

Li Tongya smiled, patted his shoulder, and explained:

"I know that your bow skills are excellent, and only your father Ji's talent in swordsmanship can compare with yours. It's just that you should bear in mind the frailty of the human body."

Seeing his serious face, Li Tongya said in a deep voice:
"Although fetal breath training is as powerful as a cow, it is easy to open monuments, crack stones and fly over walls, but it is much weaker than monsters. Uncle has also fought many times with enemies during the training period. Do you know that the defeated people are often because of How seriously injured?"

"Enemy spell?"

Li Xuanfeng became curious when he heard this, and asked quickly.

"No."

Li Tongya shook his head, solemnly said:
"It's a fall."

"People who practice qi walk in the air, and those who are not strong-willed will feel pain and fear when they are wounded by the enemy. They often fail to hold the magic weapon and fall to the ground suddenly. Not to mention the broken bones, how can they have the strength to fight the enemy? "

As soon as these words came out, Xuanxuan and Xuanling around were all thoughtful, and Li Xuanfeng nodded suddenly, and said yes repeatedly, and said with a smile:

"Father Zhong, it's great to have you at home."

"You child."

Li Tongya suddenly laughed and shook his head, then saw Li Xuanfeng pick up the sack in his right hand, and said with a smile:

"Father Zhong, look!"

After saying that, he untied the rope, and poured out three howling little boars. Li Xuanfeng grabbed the boars by their necks, grabbed one with each hand, and explained:
"I found three wild boars in the den, maybe they can be raised at home?"

"There are a lot of chaff and leaves left over from the spiritual rice, and after killing the monsters, there are still some scraps left over, which can be raised again, but the wild boar eats a lot, and raising one is enough."

Li Tongya nodded, and Li Xuanfeng smiled and said:
"It's easy to do!"

Hearing a click, Li Xuanfeng exerted force with both hands, and the two boars in his hands died with a whimper, only one in the sack was still eager to escape, trying to escape.

"This pig demon cub is really no match for ordinary people. Find a disciple with a different surname who has a cultivation level to watch."

Having said that, Li Tongya turned his head to look at Li Xuanxuan who was holding the Fengling Jue and casting spells on the corpse, and said in a deep voice:
"Xuan'er, what happened to the family's foreign surname and branch monks?"

"Huh."

Li Xuanxuan quickly raised his head and replied respectfully:

"Except for Chen Donghe and Li Qiuyang, there are three monks with foreign surnames and branches in the family these years. One of them has the surname Ye. The child has been dealt with, and now it has been changed back to the side branch of the Li family. Family."

"good."

Li Tongya nodded approvingly and asked:
"How's your cultivation going?"

"Unsatisfactory!"

Li Xuanxuan shook his head and explained:

"The fetal breath breathing method of the branch of the family uses the "Qingyuan Nurturing Wheel Method" left by Si Yuanbai's predecessors back then. It is not as good as my family's cultivation."

Li Xuanxuan opened his mouth to say the "Taiyin Tuna Yanglun Sutra", but was blocked by the mysterious bead talisman in Qihai Cave, interrupted his words, and even alarmed Lu Jiangxian who was studying it with great concentration. The reason was that Li Xuanxuan was tongue-tied for a while, knowing that he had made a slip of the tongue, and changed his words:

"Compared with my family's Fajue, the speed of cultivation is vastly different. Now the highest is only the second-floor bearing wheel of fetal breath. On weekdays, I only plant spiritual rice to feed Wu oak insects."

Li Tongya nodded after hearing this, and thought to himself:
"We also need to see if we can replace it with a good one for this fetal breath technique. There are only six kinds of Xuanzhu Talismans, and sooner or later the big disciples will not have enough, so don't use this big-fashioned stuff."

Li Xuanxuan and Li Xuanling took care of the whole wild boar demon, and called people to drag it down. Li Xiewen came up to report, saying that the Liu family had come to report the funeral, and that uncle Liu Linfeng had already left tonight.

"Ugh"

The Xuanzi generations in the family were still ignorant, but Li Tongya felt suffocated.

Counting the days, he is 40 years old, Liu Linfeng is 25 years older than himself, and he lived to 65, which is considered a long life in the village.

"Don't tell your mother."

Mrs. Liu's health has been poor for the past few years. After Li Mutian left, he seemed to have lost his soul.

"I'll go down the mountain to have a look."

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Chen Donghe walked all the way along the track drawn by Li Xiangping, and he never saw any large group of soldiers from the mountains, and even the soldiers stationed there withdrew.

Along the way, apart from the corpses everywhere, vultures and jackals gnawing on the corpses, there is no water source on the dry and cracked land, only some small ponds remain on the dry river bed.

A group of people walked dejectedly, and the whole team could only hear the faint sobs.

Of the 1000 people who went out that year, only more than 200 came back. Although they caused the enemy ten times the casualties and a hundred times the turmoil, the people who returned were still wounded and sad.

Chen Donghe glanced at Li Yesheng who was lying curled up on a stretcher beside him. He had been knocked down and had been in a coma for three days. Finally, he opened his eyes slightly and asked Chen Donghe in a low voice:
"Where is the head of the house?"

"Ahead."

Chen Donghe squeezed out a smile, seeing Li Yesheng smiling and closing his eyes, felt a little pain in his heart, but found a tear falling from the corner of Li Yesheng's eye, choked up and said:
"Uncle Ye Sheng, I know I can't hide it from you."

Li Yesheng closed his eyes tightly, and said in a warm voice:
"How did you die?"

"Witchcraft kills."

Chen Donghe replied holding back tears, Li Yesheng sighed from the depths of his throat, and the corners of his eyes were filled with tears again.

Li Yesheng wept for such a powerful person like Li Xiangping to end so hastily, and also mourned for his own power and status that had completely ended. As for the relationship with Li Xiangping, Li Yesheng's heart was as complicated as a bowl of pimple soup that had been boiled and scattered all over the floor.

"Brother Xiang Ping, you and I are actually the same kind of people."

Li Yesheng is more familiar with Li Xiangping than Li Xiangping.

He knew that the blood of his brother Li Yesheng was on the bluestone when he was 15 years old, and he also knew what happened to the guilt in Li Xiangping's eyes that year. Li Yesheng knew it well, but pretended not to know.

In fact, 12-year-old Li Yesheng was always beaten, scolded and molested by his brother. He gritted his teeth and counted. There were three knives in Lijing Village, one big and two young. If he wanted to get rid of his brother Li Yesheng, he had to let them fight.

So Li Yesheng could always hear all kinds of rumors about Li Mutian's family. Li Yesheng pushed him carefully for three years, and finally killed him.

Li Yesheng thought it would be Li Mutian who made the move, but he didn't expect to borrow Li Xiangping's knife, and Li Yesheng became his lackey all his life, but he didn't expect Li Xiangping to die before him, which made him miserable.

"Brother Xiang Ping, in the next life we ​​want to be your brother, as good as Brother Tongya, and as close as Brother Changhu."

Li Yesheng murmured, raised his hand with difficulty, and pulled out a bottle of medicine from his waist.

This is the medicine he prepared to prevent being tortured by Shan Yue, and he still doesn't know what it tastes like.

"Surviving is nothing more than lingering. Xie Wen has grown up now and has a deep relationship with Xuanxuan. This is enough for his parents' arrangements."

Li Yesheng raised his hand with difficulty, feeling the clear liquid slowly flow into his mouth, his mouth suddenly went numb, and he slowly twisted, his white hair fluttered and swayed on the stretcher.

"Damn it, it's bitter."

he thought indignantly at the end of his life.

(End of this chapter)