"If your method doesn't work, we will all become turtles in the jar."
Looking at the waiting posture outside, the Taoist priest closed the broken window coffin.
He didn't say everything. The three of them were not only turtles in the urn, but also fish on the chopping board! If the White Lotus cultists outside didn't care about the lives of their saints and swarmed in, the three of them wouldn't be able to fight back at all based on their current state.
Power.
Yan Dabeard was leaning against the corner, coughing softly while treating his wounds. In several fights, he was the first to break up the enemies. Even though he was born with supernatural powers and superb skills, he was also covered in wounds at this time, like a bloody gourd.
Although Li Changan was surrounded by enemies before, he had to move around uneasily, but he knew that he had already reached the limit. Not to mention that all his mana was consumed, and the joints all over his body were creaking and screaming to fall apart. Now he was relying on his will to hold on.
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The only thing that could make him happy was that the long sword produced by modern industry on his waist was still as sharp as before. He was very lucky that he had been careful during Pingye and transferred important items such as the sword in advance.
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As for the scholar, he joined in halfway, and his condition was much better than the two of them, but he was also pale and was leaning on the pillar to treat his wound. He had been shot in the shoulder by a hidden arrow before, but fortunately the rain softened the bow from moisture.
, the arrow is soft and does not penetrate deeply into the flesh.
After hearing Li Changan's question, he first pulled out the arrow with a grin on his face, then let out a long groan, and spread himself half lying down and half sitting on the floor, and then smiled at the two of them:
"Whether the method works or not depends on whether the time comes."
After that, he pointed the arrow still stained with his own blood at the White Lotus Holy Sheep.
"Even if it doesn't work, Taoist Master, don't panic. Did you see a gentleman in green clothes outside?"
"Of course, it's not very grand to hug each other from front to back."
The scholar was smiling, and he suddenly told a big gossip.
"This White Lotus Saint is exactly the wife of the White Lotus Left Envoy who was about to pass by. Her beard was cut off by the Zhenfu Secretary on the way, and she traveled thousands of miles to chase her. How can you deal with such an infatuated seed?
He’s holding on to someone else’s mother-in-law..."
As he said that, the scholar raised his eyebrows at the bearded man. Yan Xinglie snorted and wanted to say something harsh about preferring death to surrender, but he thought that the Taoist priest was also involved, so he couldn't speak at the moment.
Seeing this, the scholar smiled happily and shook the arrow shaft:
"So, don't be in a hurry."
That's all. He took off a gourd from his waist and tapped it with his fingers three times.
"It's been raining all night, and I'm very wet and cold all over."
He made a gesture of raising a glass to drink.
"The time has not yet come, and there is nothing to do. Why don't you have a drink?"
The Taoist priest's eyes lit up.
"Oh, but the wine is brewed with demonic snakes?"
"Exactly."
This scholar is quite interesting. It's obviously a life-and-death crisis, but he still has a lazy and cunning air. However, the Taoist priest and the bearded man are not serious people, and they don't dislike this person's style. I heard that there are good
Drinking wine, they gathered around him with great interest.
As for the White Lotus Sect still surrounding them outside, who cares?
The Taoist priest imitated the scholar and chose a comfortable position to sit down on the spot. Not to mention, the floor of this abandoned building was covered with thick "moss", which felt like a velvet blanket. Once you put it down, you would feel comfortable.
With a casual pull, he picked up some strands. With the moonlight seeping into the gap above his head, Li Changan was a little surprised to find that these did not look like moss, but more like... algae?
Weird, where can algae grow on the ground?
While he was spreading his thoughts, the scholar next to him had opened the wine gourd. The Taoist priest's nose twitched, and the mellow aroma of wine suddenly entered his nose. Well, he couldn't care less about the subtle differences between moss and algae. He looked at the scholar eagerly.
He took out three more cups and filled them one by one.
"please."
How could the two of them be polite? They offered a toast and drank it all in one go.
The wine was rich and mellow, and as soon as he drank it, a wave of heat arose in the Taoist priest's belly and spread to his limbs and bones. Not only was the dampness and coldness in his body driven away, but thin beads of sweat also appeared on his forehead.
Yan Xinglie's heart suddenly cleared up, and he no longer coughed, and he kept saying:
"Good wine, good wine, but a pity..."
Finally, he looked at the darkness and decadence around him and shook his head.
"With such a fine wine, it is time to choose a good place, prepare a delicious meal, and drink it thoroughly to feel happy."
"Delicious food? I have no choice but to have a good night..."
When the scholar heard this, he stopped his cup and smiled.
"It's quite simple."
As he spoke, he took out another gourd from his waist, took out the stopper, and splashed it in the air. But what was spilled out of the gourd was not wine, but clear rays of light. He swayed it nine times in total, and each time, there was a splash in the building.
It became brighter, and finally the entire building was filled with a light silver glow.
It's as clear and lovely as water.
When you reach out and stir, it seems like waves are rippling.
Li Changan raised his eyes and looked around. The bricks, tiles, beams, columns, walls, windows and coffins, as well as the algae stretching in the clear light, were all clear, casting little shadows floating in the "water waves".
"This is the moonlight that caught the moonlight from the top of Taihua Mountain during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year."
The scholar put away the gourd with a lazy smile on his face.
"Can this be called a beautiful night?"
The Taoist priest did not answer. He only heard the word "moonlight" and his heart moved slightly. He took out the moon lamp from his arms and scooped it up in the clear light like water waves around him.
Taking it back again, the cup was filled with wine, and the clear liquid was exuding a faint silver glow, blending with the surrounding moonlight.
Li Changan took a sip, and his magic power grew in the familiar taste.
"This is?"
The two looked sideways and asked, and the Taoist priest also shared generously.
The wine cup went around in a circle and fell back into the hands of the Taoist priest. He was wondering whether to scoop another bowl, but was afraid that the moonlight in the room would be reduced, and the other two people were still immersed in the aftertaste. The Taoist priest didn't care, he
I know the taste of this moon wine.
Just like the moonlight enters the throat, all the past experiences in life turn into coolness and flow into the heart. The more joyful, miserable, reluctant, and unwilling the past is, the more touching the taste of this wine becomes.
Bearded Yan closed his eyes and smiled, not knowing what he was thinking about. The scholar was silent for a long time, and finally sighed.
"You have to waste more than twenty years in life to know what real wine tastes like. This gourd of mine..."
He shook the wine gourd in his hand.
"It's just sour water...it only soiled my gourd."
As he said that, he was about to throw it away. Not to mention the Taoist who was surprised, even the bearded man opened his eyes, and both of them stopped him in unison. Unexpectedly, the guy took the gourd back again and smiled narrowly.
"It's just a joke. I'm a stingy person, and I can't bear to eat sour water."
This joke actually made the atmosphere in the venue a little more lively. The three of them laughed loudly, which also made the White Lotus cultists who were enjoying the cold wind outside the building yell and curse. The three of them just thought it was the sound of insects and frogs in the night.
Perfect with wine.
After pushing cups and changing cups for a few times, the scholar suddenly put away the gourd and pointed to a corner of the building.
"You two, please take a look."
But where he pointed, light mist seeped in from the gap between the window coffin and the algae, like white ink scattered into the water.
"The time has come."
…………………………
The laughter coming from the abandoned building made the White Lotus cultists outside look at each other.
The young envoy Zuo snorted coldly and turned to discuss with the old man. Just as the scholar said, he was indeed throwing a weapon at the enemy, but he was not doing nothing. At this time, he tried to set up a spell, but the strange thing was that the spell was not set up.
There is always something interfering, and I tried for a long time to find the reason.
There is something strange about this place!
Without thinking too much, he already realized this, so he called Cheng Liang and asked: Where is this place?
However, Cheng Liang was also confused. He had served here for nearly ten years. Due to the habits of the old Japanese army, he had traveled all over Pingye. But the ruins everyone was in could not be estimated by sight.
, it is the size of a county town anyway. Looking at the thick vines, grass and moss covered everywhere, it has obviously been there for a long time, but Cheng Liang has no impression of this place at all, so he has no choice but to call his subordinates who are locals.
The general flag of man.
Strange to say, the commander-in-chief was a little suspicious when he entered the ruins. He was holding a handful of water plants and looking dazed. Cheng Liang called him several times in a row, and then he barely came back to his senses, listened to the questions, and answered.
The time is also hesitant.
"This place seems... to be Pingye City."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Zuo Shicai frowned, but Cheng Liang lowered his face and started to scold him.
This group of people just set off from Pingye in the middle of the night. Could it be possible that they wandered around for most of the night and returned to Pingye City? Even if it was, could it be that with this effort, Pingye became a ruin?
This is so ridiculous!
"My lord doesn't know..."
But the general flag did not change his words, he just swallowed hard and told old things that the locals did not want to mention.
"Forty-two years ago, a huge earthquake occurred in Pingye. For three consecutive days, the earth was spinning, mountains and rivers burst, city buildings and buildings collapsed, and the entire city of Pingye collapsed by more than three feet out of thin air. Almost all humans and animals were destroyed.
It is so dead that no living people can live anymore... Today's Pingye is just a new city that has been rebuilt in recent years by choosing a new location."
"This little guy has just turned fifty this year. He grew up in this old city while peeing. He only escaped death because he went out to visit relatives. Sir, you see..."
He pointed to a low ridge of earth that he had just passed. The edges of a stone were faintly exposed under the thick moss.
"That's the city wall back then." He pointed to a large pile of rubble next to him, "This is the city, and that's the government office..."
After pointing it out one by one, he finally came to a conclusion.
“This is the ruins of Pingye Old City!”
"so what?"
Cheng Liang had long been impatient to listen to these rambling old stories. If Zuo Shi hadn't been frowning and listening, he would have waited on him with his whip.
"But……"
Perhaps the night wind brought back clouds that obscured the moonlight, making the ruins even more gloomy. The general flag actually trembled.
"The earthquake also collapsed Heti, the Sishui River was diverted, and Pingye... the old ruins of Pingye were already submerged!"
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In other words, are these ruins the reappearance of an old underwater city?
This answer was somewhat unexpected, and the surrounding listeners had not yet tasted it.
suddenly.
Thick mist suddenly rose from the edge of the crowd. A White Lotus cultist on the edge was submerged in the mist before he could react. The man's companion called out several times, but there was no response at all. The companion reached out to pull according to the position.
However.
Empty.
His expression changed.
"Be careful! This Wugu..."
Halfway through the words, the thick fog suddenly rolled up, pouring in like a flood that had been released, greedily swallowing up the ruins and people along the way.
The Zuo Dao monks who gathered around the White Lotus Zuo Shi tried to use various spells to stop the thick fog, but they all fell into the mud and into the sea without making any waves. The White Lotus cultists had no choice but to gather in the middle, but there were too many people and the fog came too fast. Except for
Bai Lian left the masters of the left path around him, and the others were covered up before they could react.
Fortunately, the night wind swept away the clouds again, and the closing of the dense fog suddenly slowed down.
But then, everyone was surprised to find that the mist was getting lighter and lighter under the moonlight, but the White Lotus cultists who had been swallowed up before were not in the mist.
"No! Look at the moss!"
Suddenly, a cry of surprise rang out from the remaining White Lotus cultists, and everyone looked around.
I was shocked to find that the thick moss covering the entire ruins was rapidly receding, revealing the rubble, stones and rotten wood below. Then, the rotten wood turned into beams and pillars, and the gravel became bricks and tiles. The piles of rubble were like time.
Going back, it turned back into streets, shops, and houses. Then I heard a burst of noise, and the dead streets became alive. Pedestrians, vendors, and salesmen quietly appeared, and in the blink of an eye, there was a bustling and prosperous street scene.
The general flag widened his eyes and murmured:
"Ping...Pingye City."
As soon as he finished speaking, the waning moon disappeared behind the clouds again.
The prosperous street scene disappeared in an instant, leaving only the rolling thick fog closing in and the remaining members of the White Lotus Sect crowded into a ball.