I Am Immortal

  Chapter 117 Kill the thief, kill the thief!

  Battle of Jinzhou...

   Qi Wuhuo felt a ripple in his heart, and the middle-aged Taoist smiled gently, which was his habitual expression when welcoming and sending off.

But he looked at the young Taoist priest with compassion and complicated eyes, and he seemed to have guessed something from Qi Wuhuo's emotional fluctuations, but he didn't say anything, just smiled and said: "Anyway, the little Taoist priest told me today. The league made a big deal and solved a problem that had been on the backlog for us for so long."

   "It's time to add a head."

   "Rice dealers say that there is no business without top, and no business without top."

   "We are a Daoist League, and we can also be regarded as half a business alliance, as it should be."

When he went to pick up the book and came back, Qi Wuhuo had calmed down the turbulent emotions in his heart, at least on the surface, his perception had been restrained, and he just said: "Pindao wants to ask the Daomeng to investigate something, don't you?" Do you know how many Daomeng trading points are needed?"

  The middle-aged Taoist said gently: "What's the matter?"

Qi Wuhuo was silent for a while, and said: "I have a gentleman who was lost in Jinzhou. When I saw him walk into the demon country, there was a banner of the Mingzhen Dao League in the crack. Since there are countless people living in the Dao League, I want to Ask... is it possible to find my gentleman?" What he wanted to ask was, since the Mingzhen Daomeng has saved so many people, is there a gentleman among these people?

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

   "I will inform the Daoist League for you, Daoist."

   "We have a directory, we can check it for you, as for the price."

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

   "As the leader said."

   "Businessmen also have morals and righteousness. If they are not practicing the ruthless way, how can everything be discussed with money?"

   "Master Daoist, if there is any news in the future, I will use the secret method to pass on the waist card of the Daoist League. At that time, you can go to any place in the 13th place of the Daoist League in Kyushu, and you can get the news."

  ……………

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

   What is disgusting is not just his appearance—

  Of course, there are some reasons for that appearance.

   It looks like a piece has been bitten on the face!

ugly! He is ugly and terrifying, and he does not smile. His eyes are like iron. People say that when he laughs, he will be even more terrifying. The muscles and bones on his face are shaking like a monster. Apart from being ugly, Another point is that he is a man with a broken leg.

  Both legs are broken.

  While walking, move by supporting the ground with both hands.

  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 because he is a heavy drinker. Everything in the house is replaced by alcohol. Put yourself on a wooden board with your arms, and move your arms forward to drag yourself forward.

   Changed the wine.

The bitterest, dirtiest and cheapest wine, drink from morning to night, cook some half-cooked meals when you are hungry, and then swallow them whole, as long as you don’t die, because today’s sage promulgated "Deng Ji De Yin", so for these lonely and disabled people , There is a subsidy, but no matter what is sent, whether it is rice noodles, grain, oil, or utensils, it will be replaced by this man with dirty wine.

  Looks like he's trying to drown himself in the drink!

   "I heard that he is still a military meritorious person. He has been 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 looking for him again.

When the young Taoist came to this village, the head of the village said all these things when he was leading the way, leaning on the ground with the crutch in his hand, and cursed: "He is a bad person, he just knows how to drink and has a bad temper. There is no end to it, and everyone who tries to help him with good intentions will be scolded by him, and he helps cook for him, but they all say it's unpalatable, unpalatable."

   "Why are you so picky about what to eat!"

   "This person is dead drunk!"

   "Only say that I have cut monsters when I am drunk."

   "Huh, that's it? It's almost like being hacked by a monster!"

After walking all the way, the old headman complained all the way, finally stopped, pointed to a room far away, and said: "No, it's there, oh, I've smelled it before I came here. Such a smell of alcohol, this old boy, maybe he started drinking when we came together..."

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

  The old village chief walked over cursingly, raised his crutches and knocked on the door: "Hey! Hey!"

   "Old monster!"

   "An old friend and student of yours has come to see you, go out!"

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

After knocking for a long time, the door was pushed open from the inside with a bang. The old village head was very experienced, he turned to one side, and dodged. As agile as a young man, he avoided a staggering man who smelled of alcohol, and saw that he had no legs, a bearded face, and cloudy eyes.

  He has white hair all over his head, and his face is full of wrinkles.

  Old Li sighed, and said, "It's him. I know he might not be quite the same as you imagined, but it's definitely him. Don't think you've made a mistake."

   "This guy is in his fifties."

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

  “Although I don’t have any legs, I can see that I am strong. There are two lights in my eyes, but I will get old soon.”

   "Seven years, before the tree grows, the man will be too old."

He is also a little old, so he felt a little empathy, poked the old 'monster' with his crutches, and said: "Get up, don't sleep, someone is coming to see you, why don't you hurry up and entertain..." He moved closer again He whispered in his ear: "Do you really want to die here alone without anyone to take care of you?"

   "Hurry up and get up!"

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

  Wrinkles on the face, intertwined with knife scars and bite marks, really like a monster in a nightmare, glanced at Qi Wuhuo, muttered a few words, and said: "Is there any wine?"

  The elder cursed.

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

"I'll go and buy."

He went to buy wine and meat and came back, but the man didn't eat vegetables, he just drank. He treated the good food and drink in the village like a shoe, which made the old man gritted his teeth in anger. When I arrived at the house, it was really empty, and there was nothing.

   Not to mention cabinets, there is not even a bed, just a little weeds piled up together. Every day, I lie down when I am drunk, drink when I wake up, and buy after drinking.

  Everything that can be replaced or pawned at home has been pawned cleanly.

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

The old, sick and disabled old man only drank alcohol and said: "This wine is not good, let alone rice, but the wine is still drinkable...at least it has a taste, little guy, I don't know where you came from, but you You know, I have nothing left, if I make any other plans, it would be a wrong calculation."

  The chief said anxiously: "You idiot!"

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

   Immediately, he urgently urged the old man who was drinking: "Don't you have the iron scroll of military achievements?"

  The old man said blankly: "Sold."

   Li Chang was stunned and said angrily, "Sold it? What are you selling it for?!"

  The old man took a sip of the wine and burped twice: "I sold it to buy wine to drink... That thing is only useful for this."

The grim-faced old man with broken legs had a calm expression and cloudy eyes. When talking about this, he drank another sip of wine, and the Li Chang who cared about him for the rest of his life was so angry that he threw the crutch in his hand and stumbled out. The old man's face was the same as before, he was just drinking, as if he was going to get drunk to death in this dirty wine.

   Rotten people, monsters, drunks.

  He doesn't care.

The things of that year are always in his mind, and only when he is drinking can he forget these things for a short time. The smell of this dirty wine is pungent. His mind was spinning, making him just want to lie on the pile of withered grass, like a corpse, close his eyes, and all the images that Jinzhou saw flashed in his mind.

  It is a year of hunger, and people eat each other.

   It is a demon cannibal, it is an arrow piercing the flesh and blood of the people.

   It was the sword that cut off the monster's head, blood splashed all over his face, and everyone's eyes turned red.

In front are the monster clan and the common people, but looking back, the iron cavalry blocked the road and did not allow others to cross over. That Xuanjia, which he used to be loyal to and dedicated to, now aimed his weapon at Jinzhou. The people who had exhausted all their protection—the army in some areas had civil strife, and there was a mutiny between the army who decided to carry out the military order, 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 here, which is ruthless, while the other side believes in orders, thinking that these people are mixed with demons, and letting them go out will inevitably lead to the loss of several surrounding states, and countless civilian casualties. The two sides first fought, and then pushed Shoving, in the end he had to draw his 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 casualties and injuries are still not retreating.

The sword once pierced the chest of the same robe, and blood fell into the eyes. When the bearded man died, he still held his hand firmly, saying that these people should not be allowed to pass, and the order he got said, how many of these people There are changes of demons, once this place falls, the people of the world will suffer.

  Who is right and who is wrong?

   Is it those comrades, or myself...

   or…

  He can't think, can't remember.

   "Wine, give me wine..."

   "Give me wine!"

  He was furious.

  The voice of the young Taoist replied: "I am cooking, you can eat."

   "I want wine, wine, what to eat, what to eat!"

He crawled over, regardless of the dust and dirt on his face, just picked up the wine and poured it into his mouth. The young Taoist was silent for a while, and said gently: "If you are like this, you won't be able to last for a long time, even if your physique has been so strong You can fight monsters, but it’s always wrong to indulge like this, it’s hard to survive, so you should cherish it.”

  The old man laughed loudly: "Alive?"

"I'd rather be dead than alive! I should have died there back then, you kid who doesn't understand anything, you kid who doesn't understand anything..." He murmured, tilting his neck to drink, but also He didn't tell anything about what happened back then, but he drank alcohol and sweared at times.

The young Taoist cooked the food from the side and brought it over. The old man was about to overthrow him just like in the past, but his movements suddenly stopped and his body froze. He lowered his head, his cloudy eyes widened, and looked at the simple One meal and one soup, and the mind went blank.

  This meal is only made by farmers in Jinzhou.

  He suddenly picked up the soup and ate it, muttering: "It tastes like this, it tastes like this..."

   "From Jinzhou, you are from Jinzhou."

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

  The young Taoist looked at the old man who suddenly panicked, 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 retracted it and patted him on the shoulder. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything at all. The expression on his face was trembling, with such a fierce expression, it seemed like he was about to cry , but couldn't cry, just opened his mouth, his body trembling like fallen leaves.

  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 burst into sobs. He fell to the ground suddenly, tears streaming down his face.

   "Sorry, sorry."

   "We failed to protect you."

   "Sorry, sorry..."

  The face was missing a large piece, there were sword marks, and the old man with scratches burst into tears, pulling the young Taoist, his body trembling, and he could only say three words, sorry.

In Jinzhou that year, thirteen Buddhist disciples from the Burning Patriarch relics tore apart the road ahead, and there were more than 600 sword cultivators from the Taoist disciple Sihua. In the end, there were only twenty-seven people who survived. The last time he saw a family, the boy died and the girl died, and the remaining child was still crying, but at that time he was attacked by a wolf demon because of distraction leg.

  The broken leg was still with muscles and bones, and he cut it off with a knife, and rushed to fight the monster clan, half of his face was gnawed.

  The heavy armor was broken, and he was wearing more than 30 wounds. When he was discovered, he was still holding a sword, holding a dead child in his arms, and seemed to be in a daze, but he yelled in the direction of the capital to kill the thief, kill the thief.

  The young Taoist looked at the tearful old man in front of him, subconsciously raised his hand to perform the fearless seal, but finally let it go.

  Just pressed the old man's trembling palm with his palm, looked at the veteran and said:

"Thanks…"

  The old man burst into tears.

  (end of this chapter)