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Chapter 62 Beijing View

The surrounding fields are silent and the yellow sand is long.

This generation had lush vegetation, but when it came to this small piece of flat land, the vegetation died and the land dried up and turned into sand.

And in the middle of this dry land...

Male, female, old, young... hundreds of heads were piled up layer by layer to form a small "Beijing Temple".

Li Changan knew about Jingguan. It was a way for soldiers to show off their martial arts and frighten the enemy.

But what can this "Beijing Temple" packed with unarmed innocents do in a land so desolate as to intimidate people?

Ghost or hare?

Li Changan's hand on the hilt of the sword was tightly clenched. At this moment, the urge to draw the sword surged in his chest, but his opponent was not here.

He finally loosened his grip on the sword hilt, but his chest became more and more depressed. He looked at the heads and found that the left ears had all been cut off.

Li Changan turned around and asked the old man who brought him here.

"Did the rebels do it?"

The center of this world is weak and unable to suppress the four sides. The vassal towns are divided and rebellions are everywhere. Countless people are plundering the people. Li Changan is a wandering Taoist priest and considers himself a passer-by, so he pays little attention to the chaotic situation, but he also heard that

When the army arrived, the imperial court sent troops to attack the rebels in this area. With the momentum of the battle, the rebels, who usually had lax military discipline, naturally became more unscrupulous, as can be seen from the cannibal Sun Zhong.

"No." The old man shook his head and told a somewhat unexpected result, "They are the officers and soldiers of the imperial court."

"Officers?"

Li Changan was a little shocked at first. He subconsciously thought that the government was to protect the people. How could the government and the army, which represented the government, massacre his own people? But then he realized that this was a battlefield in the troubled times of feudal society. Bandits were passing through like combs and soldiers were fighting.

It's nothing like a grate.

Over there, the old man continued.

"Before the official army arrived, the thieves in the city forcibly confiscated the village's food. I still thought that when the official army defeated these thieves, the lives of us ordinary people would be much easier. This is just a matter of patience.

It passed. Who knew that when the officers and soldiers came, they would have to collect food. Unfortunately, the food we were waiting for had already been confiscated by thieves. Where did the food come from?

That’s rebellion! I had no choice but to beg him for three days of grace and let us try our best to make arrangements..."

At this point, the old man burst into tears, and the surrounding villagers also began to cry. However, when the clouds passed and the moon appeared, only the headless corpses stood trembling slightly by the roadside, and the night wind carried the cries of chirping ghosts wandering around.

.

"...Unexpectedly, not even three days later, another group of soldiers came. Without saying a word, they killed everyone on sight! My poor three-year-old grandson was also beheaded and executed together.

this!"

The moon disappeared again, and the corpse transformed back into a human being.

The old man pointed his halberd at the Jingguan, his eyes filled with tears and blood. He walked towards the Jingguan angrily, and the villagers who were still crying all changed their colors and called out.

"Master Li Zheng!"

As soon as the old man approached the Jingguan, hundreds of heads suddenly opened their mouths and stared, a strong wind suddenly rose with screams, and the old man seemed to have been hit hard head-on and flew back.

The old man fell to the ground, but this time, he couldn't even maintain the transformation of a stranger, and turned back into a headless corpse. The villagers gathered quickly, opened their mouths and spit out a trace of green energy, which gathered into

In the old man's body, the old man looked like a human again, but he was much tired.

He pushed away the hand supporting him, stood up shakily, and bowed to Li Changan.

"In this troubled world, human life is like nothing. Although we have suffered this misfortune, we have no thoughts of revenge. We just want to leave this miserable world as soon as possible."

His tone was sad and angry.

"But the Taoist Master also saw it. Our heads are imprisoned here. We can't bury them, so we have to wander around in this sad place... Do we, the common people, have to be oppressed even if we are ghosts?"

"Don't worry, husband."

After hearing what he said, Li Changan felt extremely angry, and he responded enthusiastically with his hands raised.

"Li Changan will do his best!"

……………………

The Taoist priest stepped on the sand, holding a long sword, and slowly approached the "Beijing Temple".

Ten steps.

Nine steps.



Three steps.

Two steps.

step!

He slowly and carefully approached, but nothing happened when the old man approached.

"Is it possible that it's only for ghosts?"

Li Changan looked at the head that was close to his eyes, stretched out his hand and tried to take one off.

Suddenly.

"Watch out!"

There was an exclamation behind the ears, followed by a strong wind.

Although the attack was sudden, Li Changan's nerves never relaxed.

He immediately turned around and used the "Su Qin Back Sword" move at the same time.

"Qiang!"

A ghost-headed sword appeared out of thin air and struck hard on the sword, but the force was released by twisting around. Finally, Li Changan seized the opportunity and stabbed out with the sword.

A room of electric light and flint.

Li Changan saw the sword stabbing the attacker out of the corner of his eye. However, the feeling of the sword stabbing back seemed like it had stabbed nothing.

The Taoist priest quickly took two steps back, distanced himself, and looked up.

The intruder was holding a ghost-headed sword and wearing chain mail, but there were some arrow clusters stuck around his body, and his whole body was filled with black energy. He turned out to be a ghost soldier.

"This is a bit tricky."

While Li Changan was looking at it, the ghost soldier shouted loudly, and with a surge of black energy, he rushed towards him with a sword.

Anyone who can turn into a ghost soldier after dying in battle is a veteran of the battlefield.

Li Changan did not dare to be careless and faced him with his sword.

One person and one ghost took over, and the ghost soldiers slashed at them with their swords. Li Changan stuck them, drew them, and twisted them. The swords in the hands of the ghost soldiers were easily knocked away?

Is this a fake ghost soldier?

Li Changan was surprised.

The ghost soldier had already stepped forward, clamped the blade of the sword, and grabbed Li Changan's wrist.

…………

The talisman on the sword burned rapidly, and the part where the ghost soldier's body was in contact with the sword was violently churning with black air, making a "sizzling" sound like cold water pouring into hot oil.

The ghost soldier didn't even frown, but held Li Changan's hand tighter and tighter.

"What is he going to do?"

Li Changan looked up.

The ghost soldier gave a strange laugh, then opened his mouth, and saw a cloud of nebula-like white gas gathering in it. The white gas was in the shape of threads, giving people a strong sense of sharpness, even if the ghost soldier himself was

Controller, but when the white energy gathered, it still cut his mouth and face with countless wounds filled with black energy.

"The evil spirit of the white tiger!"

Li Changan's head trembled. This is why this ghost soldier is so difficult to deal with. All ghosts who died in battle are not as brave and vicious as they are, but they are white tigers, extremely sharp, and can easily sell gold and jade.

This ghost soldier was so powerful that even Li Changan couldn't break free for a while, and he was inevitably hit by the evil spirit of the white tiger. Unfortunately, this ghost soldier never expected that the Taoist priest in his hand had a transformation technique called "Tongyou"

”.

Li Changan's body suddenly shrank, and then suddenly unfolded like a spring.

"Boom."

The Taoist priest's head and the ghost soldier's chin collided firmly.

Immediately, Li Changan cried out in pain, and the ghost soldier also groaned, and let go of the Taoist priest because of the overwhelming pain.

Li Changan didn't dare to stay for a long time, so he kicked his feet hard and quickly retreated.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw the evil spirit exploded in the ghost soldier's mouth, and the evil spirit like arrows and halberds penetrated from the head. In the blink of an eye, the ghost soldier's head was like a pig's bladder full of holes, leaking out everywhere.

Black air.

Suffering this severe injury, the ghost soldier still struggled to gather the dissipated black energy and refused to dissipate.

Li Changan had no choice but to give him a ride.

"Slay the demon."

The sword was covered with green light and it was cut in half!

The ghost soldiers suddenly exploded into black smoke that filled the sky. In this thick black smoke, a ray of green light quietly flew away.

Li Changan wiped and threw it on his waist.

A small sword had already flown out, cutting the blue light in half. Half of it still shot through the air, while the other half floated down.

Li Changan walked over and took it in his hand. The green light dissipated, but it was half a piece of yellow paper.

This paper is made of delicate paper. Although the Heavenly Book runes are also painted with cinnabar, the edges are outlined with complex patterns in indigo. It looks like a gorgeous rune paper, but at the bottom it says "Ailao Mountain Feng Renqing"

"Jingyi" does not look like the name of any god, but rather the Taoist priest's own name and Taoist name. But who will get their own money when writing a charm? Isn't it a charm, but...

"Edict?"

Li Changan was a little unsure. He had heard an old Taoist talk about the "Edict". It was a high-end Taoist disciple who relied on the name of his ancestor or Taoist sect to summon gods and spirits to help cast spells, like Shangjingmen.

Our ancestors have never been rich, and there is no path gate that has not fallen recently.

Since the ghost soldier carries this thing, the reason for building the Jingguan is probably not simple!

"Taoist Priest?"

Li Changan was thinking about it when a cautious voice came from beside him. He turned his head, and all the village ghosts looked at him eagerly.

His mind moved. No matter what his reasons were, killing innocent people was different from evil spirits. If the Taoist priest who cast the spell dared to come looking for him, he would just kill him with one sword!

………………

No longer entangled in it, Li Changan felt much more relaxed at the moment. He laughed and smiled at the headless ghosts.

"solved."

The group of ghosts suddenly fell silent, as if no one in this group of ghosts was prepared for this. Suddenly, his head was able to be retrieved, but there was no reaction for a moment.

Suddenly.

"Hahaha! My head!"

A cheer seemed to have opened the floodgates, and the entire ghost crowd was excited and swarmed towards the "Jingguan".

"My head's back!"

"This head is mine...this head is yours..."

"Hey, this one looks a bit like me."

"Bah! Blind thief, this belongs to me!"

…………

The group of ghosts made a noise and pushed Li Changan aside.

He looked funny and was about to find a place to sit down. When he turned around, he saw the old man still standing there reservedly.

"The younger ones made the Taoist priest laugh."

Li Changan pointed at the surging ghost crowd and asked:

"Why don't you go look for your own head?"

The old man smiled and stroked his long beard, and was about to answer when a voice suddenly interrupted from beside him.

"Master Li Zheng, I'm looking for your head!"

But I saw a young man, holding a mess of white hair in his hand, pulling out a human head from the Jingguan like a carrot.

The old man's eyes widened, and he jumped up and cursed:

"No! You brat, be gentle! Don't break my beard!"


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