The rain has stopped and the smoke has begun.

Thirty miles outside Qingwa Town, a mighty group of cavalry with about a hundred people camped on the spot.

Yesterday, there were flag soldiers holding the flagpole symbolizing the Immortal Gate and fluttering in the wind on the city wall of Qingwa Town. It was so majestic!

At this moment, after receiving the order from their masters, the flag soldiers began to set up tents for everyone. One person went to fold the brackets, and the other helped to open the tent. They went back and forth. In a short while, a hundred-person tent was set up on the ground.

After all the work was done, the flag soldiers gathered together in small groups, setting up a fire and drinking warm wine. Next to them, a young man in brown clothes, with a token hanging on his waist, went to the place where the flag soldiers gathered.

He sat down and greeted everyone with a smile.

"Is there a lot of people in your Banner Mountain, so you have time to go down the mountain to raise the flag for those Immortal Sects? Just to show off your prestige, even if you are a pawn?"

The man with the token on his waist asked casually.

Perhaps the people in Qibingshan were gathered in small groups, and they were not afraid that the token man who suddenly sat down might have evil intentions. One of them even shook his wine jar, and threw the unfinished wine in his hand directly to the token man.

Lang.

"Princes, generals, and prime ministers, would you rather have seed? Without princes, there will be no generals, and without generals, there will be no soldiers. This is how our flag soldiers can achieve success! No matter whether you recruit your seed grandsons or rich children to be your pawns!"

"How can you become a millionaire hero if you have never experienced mountains of corpses and seas of blood, or licked blood from the edge of a knife? Half of the masters of military strategists come from our Banner Mountain? Are you proud? Bah, I don't even have half a dime.

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Everyone around the fire burst into laughter, and then continued:

"Despite the huge momentum this time, the so-called Eighteen Immortal Sect is actually a bunch of bastards. Not many of them can fight. You are the new brats. I can carry two chickens.

Son, this time we will not draw our swords, but watch the show and keep our swords!"

The man with the token hanging on his waist nodded, picked up the wine thrown by the man from Qibingshan and drank it down in big gulps.

"That Qibing Shande, what did you just say? Carrying two chicks at a time? Are you going to meet Li Dao in the world and learn from me?" A man nearby walked out and pointed at the man who was spitting dirty words.

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"Chongtong'er, are you going? You can maim or injure him, but you can't kill him. Just go away and beat him."

As he spoke, a man who had been carefully stroking a dagger by the fire suddenly raised his head, and black light shot out.

The two of them ran towards the distant woods at the same time.

The man with the token hanging on his waist took a sip of wine, smiled, and said to himself: "I, Nanhai Jianzi Lin Zhuo Zhuo City, want to save one person."

After a while, Qi Bingshan Chongtong'er carried the Tianxiahui people out of the woods and threw them away. He lay like a dead chicken in front of the Tianxiahui companions. Everyone hurriedly checked the man's pulse and saw that he was still breathing.

In a team of about a hundred people, there were quite a few things like this.

After the fight here, the quarrel started again, saying that your ancestor was a thief for stealing my sect’s cultivation experience.

The other person was not unlucky and said, "So what if you steal your house? You can become a teacher if you steal, and you can also establish a sect. If you have more disciples than you, will you be mad to death?"

The two stopped yelling and started fighting on the spot.

Everyone was indifferent, and most of them were still practicing silently, drinking wine, talking and laughing.

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The second day, Qingwa Town.

Yang Shengzi, who had been told to go home early, was now alone at home. After such a big incident, the school had already been closed, and his younger brother Yang Shengxian didn't know what he was doing with his dead father.

The left eye twitches for money and the right eye twitches for disaster, but today both eyelids are twitching, which makes Yang Shengzi even more uneasy.

Yang Shengzi was pacing back and forth, he was upset anyway, but the dead ghost father gave him a death order so that he could not step out of the house, so it was nothing.

Yang Shengzi struggled in his mind for a while. If he didn't go too far, it would not be considered as disobeying his father's order. Moreover, if he encountered trouble, he could run home quickly and steal the family heirloom that his dead father put in a small box.

It is said that the things in this box can kill ghosts and evil spirits. The dead ghost father said that it was magical, but he would not show it to him every time, which made Yang Shengzi feel itchy.

Once I tried to open it secretly, but it couldn't be opened. It was useless to smash it on the ground, so I finally gave up the idea.

Yang Shengzi stepped out of the courtyard and went to the widow's house next door. When he saw the mother and daughter, he walked quickly to the courtyard, blocked the mother and daughter behind him and stood still, saying in a deep voice:

"Who are you?"

There is a strange young man in the widow's gate courtyard.

The strange young man wearing brown clothes and hanging a token on his waist said softly:

"Nanhai Jianzilin Zhuoyue City."

"What do you want to do to mother and daughter?" Yang Shengzi clenched his fists, with beads of sweat on his forehead, still standing in front of mother and daughter.

"Kill people and save people." Nanhai Zhuoyue City replied lightly.

The widow Huaijia took a step forward and stood side by side with Yang Shengzi. She patted Yang Shengzi on the shoulder and looked at the person opposite: "My wife has met Mr. Nanhai Zhuo!"

Nanhai Zhuoyue City showed its helplessness for the first time. The widow Huaijia was from Jianzilin in Nanhai, and what happened in Qingwa Town had nothing to do with Jianzilin.

The purpose of going to sea this time was to take her back. Unexpectedly, the widow Huaijia refused to listen and insisted on staying here, and said angrily:

"Jianzilin is your home. You were born there, enlightened there, and have your sword. Do you really want to die in this nameless wilderness?"

"My little wife has never forgotten that my sword is here

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Jianzilin, but my way is in Qingwa Town, please give me a word to my mentor, Jiaer is unfilial, and I will repay you in the next life!"

The widow Huaijia has a slightly tearful tone, but also a decisive tone.

The young man with the token hanging on his waist took off the token, raised it high in the sky, and said angrily: "If you are obsessed with it, knock it out and take it back again!"

Yang Shengzi may have used too much force, and a wisp of blood spilled from his fist, but he still did not take a step back, his expression solemn.

I saw the widow Huaijia tapping her toes, leaping high, taking off the broken ancient sword hanging on the door lintel, holding her neck in front of her, crying: "Mr. Zhuo, please don't force me, I have already entered the Tao, Qingwa Town is not here

, my way of doing things is gone. Could it be that Sir, you want me to be a living dead in Jianzi Forest?"

Zhuo Zhuocheng's hand that held up the token trembled slightly. He stared at the widow with her neck in front of her. He sighed softly, put the token in his hand, and sat down on the spot.

Widow Huai Jia saw that Zhuo Zhuo City had no intention of taking action, so she said again:

"Mr. Zhuo is joking. My wife only wants one thing. If I bring my daughter Huaichun back to Jianzilin, I will die with no regrets."

Only then did Zhuoyue City feel a little happy and nodded: "Okay!"

"Finally, can I ask Mr. Zhuo to ask me for a sword? For Qingwa Town, for me, and for the great swordsman." The widow Huaijia bowed slightly and held up the broken ancient sword in both hands.

"Whose sword?"

"My wife's sword will do."

"Keep your sword to protect yourself, use mine!"

The two of them asked and answered questions.

I saw Nanhai Jianzi Lin Zhuo Cheng sitting cross-legged, holding up the token and emitting a soft light.

At this moment, tens of thousands of miles away in the south, in a bamboo forest in the South China Sea, a long sword was inserted deep into the ground, trembling, and suddenly flew straight into the sky, like a meteor, and landed outside the city wall of Qingwa Town.

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"presumptuous!"

An old man walked out with an orchid finger in one hand, and a talisman appeared out of thin air, growing larger and larger until it was about a hundred feet away. The old man shouted:

"Edict!"

The sword light and the talisman collided with each other.

The world is silent.

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Later it was learned that more than 20 people were killed and injured outside the city.

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Before Huaichun was taken away, Huaichun hugged the widow Huaijia tightly, and Yang gave birth to a son. The widow burst into tears and couldn't stop feeling distressed. She just said repeatedly that when you go to Nanhai Jianzilin, don't learn that bullshit swordsmanship. It's useless. Just be happy.

The life of the heart.

Before the widow finished speaking, she hurriedly ran into the house, threw all the luggage prepared for her daughter, large and small, to Jianzi Lin Zhuoocheng, and then secretly ran into the house to cry.

Yang Shengzi had already returned to his home, took a bamboo basket he had knitted by his own hands, ran back to the widow's house and handed it to the little girl Huaichun in front of him. He also made a face and said with a smile, wait until we get to the South China Sea, listen.

He said that the sea and flowers over there are so beautiful, and he must pick some of the most beautiful flowers in the South China Sea and give them to his elder brother.

The daughter Huaichun burst into tears: "Will you and your mother die here?"

Yang Shengzi said surprisingly calmly, maybe it was because the little girl would be sad for a lifetime after hearing the bad news. The long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain. He told the little girl Huaichun truthfully:

"Brother will die together with your mother, uncle, and everyone in Qingwa Town. Don't be sad, and don't seek revenge. They are like gods. They are too big..."

"I don't, I want to stay here..." The little girl Huaichun burst into tears before she could finish her words. She took her eldest brother Yang Shanzi's hand and ran over to hug her mother tightly. She would not leave here even if she died.

Jian Zi Lin Zhuo Cheng then stood up and patted the little girl on the forehead. The little girl Huaichun fainted and gave birth to a child with Yang. The widow Huaijia nodded, turned around and walked out of the courtyard with the little girl Huaichun on her back.

Far away.

The little girl Huaichun, who was only nine years old, left Qingwa Town.
To be continued...