I inject positive energy into the world

Chapter 110 The bloody sea is surging, walking with the devil [Subscribe]

"Lord Wan Hu, the scattered brothers have disappeared inexplicably. I'm afraid the enemy is watching us."

The captain was riding on his horse, with a dark and weathered face on his beard, and his eyes were as small as green beans, staring at the setting sun in the distance. The setting sun turned the sky orange.

The Han slave soldiers kneeling beside the horses continued to report: "The scouts reported that they did not receive any information along the way. The scattered teams seemed to have disappeared suddenly, without leaving any news, and no one came back to warn them."

"The traitor Guo Jing has also disappeared, and the leader of the Beggars' Sect, Hong Qigong, has also disappeared without a trace."

"Master Wan Hu, why not send a large army to push forward? The Khan will surely be delighted."

The captain simply waved his whip, and the slave army immediately retreated to rest.

After he walked away, the head of the Wan Hu with a rough face turned his head and looked around, but his words were very steady: "The Khan gave us the task of stopping the blood demon. If we can fight, we will fight. If we can't fight, send someone back to inform us, and we will stop him."

"The Central Plains is a land of great complexity, with countless mountains and rivers. Without the endless grasslands, our horses would easily get lost, and even an eagle in the sky would be blinded by the mountains."

"Pass the order down. Do not send out small teams to attack everywhere. Just send out scouts and report back in time. Every one of our Mongolian warriors is precious. We must not lose them inexplicably on this land again."

He remained silent, looking down at the horse's head. But in his heart, he thought that since the rise of the Khan, the Mongolian warriors would not lose so many people inexplicably even in the most brutal battles. Such a large loss would only occur in a war to destroy a country.

On the contrary, in most wars, they would drive their vassal troops to attack the city, and then the warriors would follow up to kill them. This was the correct way to destroy everything.

It was obvious that the vassal troops he brought this time were very few. More importantly, the northern land was uninhabited for thousands of miles, and the cities were deserted and sparsely populated. There was no need for him to send a large army to attack the city. This undoubtedly made him a little uncomfortable for a while.

The opponent doesn't even defend, how do you expect me to attack?
Soon the setting sun was only a golden edge, and the tent was filled with the rich smell of mutton. The head of the Wan family used a delicate knife to cut a piece of tender mutton and put it in his mouth, closing his eyes and chewing it with enjoyment.

He turned the knife in his palm, feeling that the things made by the Han craftsmen were very useful. He also thought of the countless treasures, craftsmen, and beauties that the Mongolian cavalry had gained by marching across the world. Although there were blood demons in various parts of the Central Plains, they would be taken down by the warriors sooner or later.

But I was wondering, if they occupied the Central Plains one day, would they continue to herd sheep or live in houses? If they herded sheep, would they still be able to eat the delicious food? If they lived in houses, would they still be Mongol warriors?

More importantly, will these exquisite skills be passed down in the future?

The head of the Wan family hesitated for a moment and stopped thinking about these questions. He was a warrior on the battlefield and there was no need to focus on such unimportant things.

No matter how good the skills are, in the eyes of Mongolians, they are not as useful as a skilled milker at home.

He thought of the task given by the Khan again, cut a piece of mutton and threw it into his mouth. While eating, he raised his head and looked out through the curtain. Seeing this, Wan Huzhang frowned, but saw that the direction where the setting sun was setting was actually blood red, a red that was a little abnormal. This strange celestial phenomenon made him put down his knife, picked up a leg of mutton and held it in his arms. While he stood up and ate it, he walked out carelessly.

As soon as he left the tent, the head of the Wan family was stunned. He saw that the sky in the distance looked like a blood-red ocean.

Wan Huzhang had never seen the ocean, but at this moment he suddenly understood what the ocean was. The overwhelming momentum of the waves instantly captivated Wan Huzhang.

He roared miserably: "Be on guard!!!"

The camp was suddenly in a panic. Some people jumped on their horses, some were stunned, and some knelt on the ground calling for Changshengtian.

At this moment, Wan Huzhang felt a sense of absurdity in his heart. This feeling was very strange. He suddenly thought that the feeling of his former enemies, watching the Mongolian cavalry swarming in like a tide covering the entire field of vision, might be the same as his current feeling.

An overwhelming feeling of despair rose from within.

Before he figured out what the blood-red ocean was, Captain Wan Hu had already lost the courage to fight.

In the past, this kind of despair only appeared in the enemies.

……

Huang Rong was riding a horse and looked up slightly.

The blood-red wave above her head spread out wantonly, and as the blood surged forward, it almost covered the entire sky. Huang Rong knew that this blood wave was not that huge, it was just that her vision was a little narrow.

She could clearly tell where Ji Yang was, right at the front of the blood tide, with a bright red spot of light flickering. He was hiding in the sea of ​​blood, as if the sea had eyes.

Huang Rong looked strange. She had read a lot of books since she was a child, and at this moment, she suddenly remembered the story of mythology. There was also such an ocean in mythology, which was also the embodiment of terror and evil, but was Ji Yang very scary? Huang Rong did not feel scared, and she was even willing to get closer to him.

Is Ji Yang evil?

Huang Rong felt that he was indeed evil. He could turn into running water and flow into any gap, then expand mercilessly, making it impossible to resist.

"Rong'er, Rong'er, what are you thinking about?"

Huang Rong's cheeks inexplicably flushed, and she couldn't help but clamp her legs together. The warhorse suddenly cried out in pain, and began to run again. It chased the direction of the sea of ​​blood, turning into a meteor and galloping away.

...In a remote village, Han Xiaoying and Mu Nianci, one holding a sword and the other holding a gun. Han Xiaoying, dressed in a white suit, stood with legs together and raised her head slightly, while Mu Nianci lay on the roof, supporting her head with her jade hands, her right hand on her knees, the long gun resting in her arms, also looking towards the sky.

The old blind man in the yard was so anxious that he was running around in circles. He couldn't see this strange sight.

Guo Jing, however, had a look of shock on his face, and he patiently explained to the old blind man.

Hong Qigong beside him muttered to himself, his face full of frustration: "The royal family of the Song Dynasty has traveled across the ocean, and the people of the nine provinces are living in misery. There is no one to educate the common people, and now there is a sea of ​​blood everywhere. Is this world going to be destroyed? This is an ominous sign."

Hearing this, Guo Jing was silent for a moment, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Instead, Li Ping handed over a glass of wine and said with a gentle smile, "Seventh Lord, I feel that the people are smiling more."

Hong Qigong was slightly stunned, and Li Ping hesitated a little: "Of course, if the disciples of the Beggars' Sect can also do farming, I believe the news that Qigong received will definitely be somewhat different."

Hong Qigong's face suddenly turned red and he couldn't help but turn his back.

Without anyone to supervise them, the Beggars' Sect disciples gradually became lawless, which made Qi Gong very distressed. He wanted to explain something, but he couldn't open his mouth after all, and there was only a bit of decadence in his eyes.

Han Xiaoying floated down from the roof and landed on the donkey's back. Mu Nianci also jumped down, holding the little white horse and turned around and smiled, "Seventh Master, Brother Guo, that's where the Mongolian army is. Sister Han and I will go check out the situation. You guys go to Niujia Village as planned, don't wait for us."

Hong Qigong looked worried: "Nianci girl..."

Mu Nianci chuckled and said, "I know what Qi Gong is going to say, but this Blood Sea is an old friend of mine. Maybe all living beings are afraid of him, and maybe Qi Gong thinks he is a demon. But to me, he is someone worthy of respect and trust."

Seeing the two men leave, Guo Jing scratched his head and said vaguely: "Seventh Lord, in the eyes of the Mongols, the Khan is also a great hero. I used to admire and respect him. But in our eyes, he is a great villain who massacred cities and destroyed countries."

Hong Qigong kicked Guo Jing, and Guo Jing smiled innocently: "Just like in Qigong's mind, the Beggars' Sect is a group of pitiful and trustworthy people, but..."

Hong Qigong was furious. He picked up the wine pot and went up to the roof. He turned his back to Guo Jing and drank silently.

He didn't want to pay any attention to this traitor.

He doesn't know how to give in to Qigong at all.

Although Qigong is thick-skinned, he also knows the pain.

……

Mount Zhongnan, Quanzhen Sect.

Xiao Long Nu was wearing a white dress, her small figure stood in the wind, already quite charming. Next to her was Hong Lingbo, who looked like a tomboy holding a sword. Hong Lingbo looked excited, muttering: "Let you bully us, don't you know how powerful we are now?"

There was a buzzing sound all around, and swarms of jade bees swooped down. The Quanzhen disciples looked panicked, waving their long sleeves and slashing with their swords, but they could not do anything to the jade bees for a while. After Ji Yang destroyed the Song Dynasty spies, the Quanzhen Sect's plan to steal the chicken did not succeed, and there were many frictions with the people in the ancient tomb.

Miss Lin didn't want to deal with Quanzhen Sect, so she closed the door and lived her own life. But Li Mochou looked at the young Quanzhen disciples who kept appearing around the ancient tomb, and naturally didn't want to endure this kind of grievance.

So he instigated Xiao Longnu and Hong Lingbo to come and cause trouble.

As for how to instigate...

Xiao Longnu looked at the Quanzhen people indifferently. The old Taoist priest was filled with grief and anger. His cheeks hurt and he couldn't help shaking all over. He said sadly, "Miss Long, why do you have to force me so hard?"

Xiao Long Nu said calmly: "My sister told me that you were all poisoned and your evil fire is strong. Only the Jade Bee can help you eliminate your evil fire and prevent you from harming all living beings."

The old Taoist priest was stunned and stamped his feet in anger: "Li Mochou is talking nonsense, how can there be such a statement."

Xiao Long Nu stared, "How could my sister lie to me? Well, I was trying to help you out of kindness, but you guys were still swearing at me. Really, really..."

Hong Lingbo said: "You really don't know what's good for you."

Xiao Long Nu nodded: "Yes."

The old Taoist priest was trembling with anger.

As soon as the voice fell, the sky in the distance suddenly turned blood red. Xiao Longnu was about to stare blankly at Li Mochou in surprise, but she heard the sound of Li Mochou's bell. Xiao Longnu's eyes returned to the divine material, and she threw down a few porcelain bottles, turned around and left calmly, and the jade bees in the sky followed closely behind her.

Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, Hong Lingbo left a threatening message: "If you dare to point fingers at me around the ancient tomb again, you will be taught a lesson sooner or later, hum."

After saying that, she jumped off the roof and landed steadily on the back of a white tiger.

(End of this chapter)