Fu Canglu

Chapter 536 You and Me
Guo Youzhi and Dong Yun lived in the City Lord's Mansion in Liangjia City.

It has been nearly half a month since I moved in.

After Master Xuanshangyu granted them the titles they had promised, he sent them to Liangjia City.

The matters that Guo and Dong are responsible for are not complicated, and have nothing to do with leading the soldiers. What's more, they accept the refugees who fled from various cities outside Liangjia City and beyond the Daji Mountains.

The invasion of the monster tribe was a disaster for Xiguan.

During the reign of that white-robed great vassal king, the monster clan of the Chess Palace in Bachi Mountain in the Western Regions never even breached the gate of the Western Barrier.

However, the catastrophe of the demon tribe caused by Jiang Qingyi's misjudgment caused his reputation in Xiguan to fall to the bottom.

But even so.

He was the one who commanded the soldiers of Liangjia City.

In the Daji Mountains, there are robes with the remnants of Li Qing in white robes, 20 Sixteen Character Battalion, [-] Xiguan cavalry, and [-] Luoyang elite troops.

The master of the purple robe who leveled the north of the Qijiang River in the Eight Great Kingdoms personally sat in the town.

Several generals each received a soldier talisman.

The sixteen-character battalion in Liangjia City, numbering [-], is the most important force in this battle.

It was Jiang Qingyi who held it.

Guo and Dong waited outside the city lord's mansion, silently.

Jiang Qingyi just came back from Luoyang.

Neither Guo Youzhi nor Dong Yun knew what the governor had done in Luoyang to get back this mountain-heavy sixteen-character battalion soldier talisman.

On the Golden Luan Hall in Luoyang, someone's head must fall to the ground.

After the court meeting is over, there must be all kinds of words.

This is a hard thing to do.

It is really difficult for His Majesty the Emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty to separate part of the power.

Even if he has already grasped the entire Northern Wei Dynasty.

Even if all you want is a small sixteen-character battalion.

This can only illustrate one point.

Even with such a huge military support.

This Battle of Liangjia City.

Still need phoenix chicks.

Still need to have Xiguan, the Sixteen Character Battalion, and one hundred thousand armored soldiers who have phoenix chicks.

The advancement of the monster clan has gradually slowed down at this moment. The Xiyao is obviously ahead of the beast tide behind him. Along the way, the Xiyao has shown an extremely powerful ability to kill and siege cities. A city.

She was waiting for the beast tide behind her.

Guo Youzhi, Dong Yun, the [-] Sixteen-Character Battalion, and hundreds of thousands of Northern Wei soldiers are also waiting for the wave of beasts.

Outside the city of Liangjia, black clouds are densely covered.

In the Daji Mountains, there was the biggest battle since the Spring and Autumn Period.

It thundered and it rained.

dying.

Jiang Qingyi took off the bun that had been randomly inserted into the messy hair, and placed the damaged wooden bun next to the copper washbasin.

He slowly took off the tattered green shirt, together with the part that was covered with his own blood stains, and pulled it to his shoulders, revealing his sharp upper body.

On his shoulders, the pale skin was exposed, and one after another, small blood lines, like swimming snakes, swam under the skin, kissing his blood vessels, bones, and meridians, bringing one after another. Pain.

Jiang Qingyi turned a deaf ear.

He looked at himself in the bronze mirror.

His face was stained with blood, and his beard was scruffy.

Something is dead in the eyes.

Something woke up again.

He stroked his hair vigorously, stroking it again and again, so deeply that his fingertips turned white, and he straightened the hair, almost breaking it.

Then he wiped his bloody face vigorously.

again and again.

He stared at the steaming bronze mirror.

Looking at the man in the bronze mirror, he became no longer sloppy and dirty.

After washing up.

Jiang Qingyi saw a self that was no different from back then.

He put on brand new clothes.

Red and white meet, one part is as bright red as blood, and the other part is pure white as the moon.

He calmly arranged his clothes, especially the loose robe on his upper body. He carefully straightened the front of the clothes, so as not to let the hideous and frightening blood under his skin show any clues.

Jiang Qingyi stood barefoot in the shallow water.

The water overflowing from the washroom swirled and flowed past his feet, and the clear water washed the wooden sword at his feet until the blade shook slightly.

This wooden sword is leaning against one side.

Jiang Qingyi lowered his eyebrows slightly, he picked up the wooden sword, pinned it to the side of the red and white robe, slowly stepped out of the wet mist, took a wider white robe, and wrapped it around his upper body, Also cover the wooden sword tightly.

Ever since Ren Ping died, he has never smiled again.

Jiang Qingyi maintained a numb expression, pushed open the door of the City Lord's Mansion, and saw Guo Youzhi and Dong Yun waiting at the door as expected.

He tilted his head slightly.

Turn a blind eye.

Just go all the way forward, change directions several times, walk out of the city lord's mansion, and climb to the top of Liangjia city. Behind them, Guo Youzhi and Dong Yun are haunted, and they simply follow without saying a word, so that the big and small Small officials, one after another, did not dare to disobey, forming a long line behind them.

The sound of rattling footsteps is very annoying.

Jiang Qingyi stopped suddenly.

He frowned and sucked his palm slightly.

With a clang, the scabbard of the sword on Liangjia City's head suddenly bounced, and a beam of sword light rushed into Jiang Qingyi's palm.

The sword light was grasped by Jiang Qingyi and inserted downwards, penetrating the head of Liangjia City a little bit, the momentum was huge, and the gust of wind burst out, but the strength of the sword energy was controlled very well, almost seamless, so the soles of his feet were not A tiny bit of spider web cracks bloomed.

a boundary.

divided.

The officials all stared blankly at the once good-tempered Mr. Jiang.

Including the two purple robes and black robes who were already watching from the top of Liangjia City at this time.

Jiang Qingyi remained expressionless and walked towards Xuan Shangyu, who had a smile on his lips, without looking back.

The white robe is hunting and dancing, there are drums beating under his skin, and his heart is like thunder.

Before, he was a frail scholar.

But now he is not.

Jingtao Hall.

The souls of the nine condensed forms seemed to be exhausted to the extreme, and the soul power supporting their voluntary conscious transformation was almost exhausted.

Hua Dan stopped her hoarse opera, stood there in a daze, fell down slowly, and finally lay down on the stage sickly, with desolate sleeves, covering her face and weeping.

The young masters of the Wangfu and the servants in the brothels are probably the same.

The little highness kept sitting cross-legged, and finally the last noise stopped in his ears.

His spirit was also exhausted to the extreme.

The heart cannot be still.

The Tao cannot be leveled.

These nine gods and souls came out of form, sharing ninety percent of my soul power, and now these soul powers are about to be exhausted, to me, it is tantamount to using the "big soul power sword".

Just as Yi Xiao closed her eyes, a faint voice sounded in her ears again.

It's not the same as the actor's voice.

This sound is very nice, very pleasing to the ear.

"elder brother."

"This is the last time I'll call you that."

He frowned.

A picture thousands of miles away appeared in my mind.

That woman seemed to have some kind of monster clan skills like mind reading, his mind understanding, etc. When he was in the South China Sea, he heard her softly calling on Yaosu Mountain.

Yi Xiao closed his eyes.

His purple mansion trembled slightly.

I saw a black cloud between the sky and the earth, the city collapsed, and the ruins. There was a woman in a red gauze and a white scarf, with a dull face, sitting on the top of the collapsed city with her chin resting, looking at the Daji Mountains in the distance.

The woman held a small red flower in her hand.

She kicked her bare toes, and the cool mountain wind blew from the Daji Mountains, blowing up the red yarn and fluttering the white scarf.

Babbling, babbling, chanting immature and unclear words.

Like a nursery rhyme or an ancient song.

The woman who was kicking her feet hummed softly at first, and after she finished singing, she was silent for a long time.

Quiet for a long time.

Then he muttered to himself.

"elder brother."

The voice was a little choked.

"I have some, I miss you."

Yi Xiao, who was thousands of miles away, didn't speak.

The nine gods and souls in the mansion were all just ordinary people, and even except for the scholar, none of them lived beyond the age of 16.

At this moment, they all raised their heads suddenly, looking in a certain direction with the same eyes.

The woman sitting at the head of the ruined city spoke softly.

"I lost the hairpin you bought for me."

"I can't find the taels of silver you saved for me either."

"The books and paintings you gave me are all gone."

"I have nothing now."

Liang Liang closed his eyes slightly, and said desolately, "Even you are gone."

a long distance away.

Inside Jingtao Hall.

The young master of the Wangfu first shed two lines of blood and tears. He broke the confinement of the soul at the top of his voice, and roared out an obscure syllable with almost all his strength.

Deafening.

His Highness's soul was about to be shattered by this unintelligible byte.

His heart was almost broken.

The nine gods and souls all collapsed at this moment and returned to the Zifu.

In this world

There is no one who can more personally and practically experience the deep-seated sorrow at this moment than Yi Xiao.

Life after life.

Samsara blooms and then rusts.

There is a person who has followed you for so many reincarnations, gave up his heart, gave up his life, and gave up eternal life for you.

She wants nothing.

She only wants you.

That person is the head of the demon who killed countless lives on the snow mountain, the master of the demon realm.

The man took the trouble to call his brother over and over again.

Then she said, this is the last time.

Every word he read was like a sword.

So every word that was said, went to the bone.

The sword pierced the bone, of course it hurts.

Yi Xiao made a hoarse voice.

In the tightly closed eyes, two lines of tears welled up.

Wei Lingshan watched the little Highness suddenly become strange, with a murderous look, but tears were streaming down his face, his eyes were red from crying.

She heard a tired and hoarse voice.

"Where is Qingli?"

In front of Liang Liang, the thunder and light outside Liangjia City shuttled back and forth at the height of the clouds that were lowered to the mountain range, like a dragon like a python, and the wind and rain like darkness.

Behind Liang Liang, the earth trembled.

The beast tide of the monster clan is coming.

The war is imminent.

Xi Yao doesn't care at all.

At this moment, she was looking at the little red flower in her hand, and a string in her heart was pulled violently.

Thousands of miles away, someone cried.

Liang Liang said in a daze: "Brother, are you crying?"

Of course there was no response.

She breathed lightly.

The petals of small red flowers all over the sky dance lightly, and the flames of one after another swallow the red flowers, and together they turn into the flashing fireworks in the mountain wind.

"Brother, don't cry."

Liang Liang stood up.

She smiled brightly: "You still have me."

(End of this chapter)