"Dizzy?" Zhou Ping was stunned, his expression changed urgently, and his eyes were spinning. "No, the tea is poisonous!"
He forced himself to get up but felt his body was sore and weak. He sat down again and said dizzy: "What's going on?"
When Lu Ye saw this, he knew that the poisoning had nothing to do with Zhou Ping.
He had just realized that there was poison in the tea because the talent tree had some abnormal reactions, but he was just pretending not to know.
But I didn't expect that Zhou Ping was also poisoned. Since he didn't arrange for the poisoning, then...
The sound of hunting clothes sounded, and from the inside of the side hall, a pot-bellied man stepped out, looking a bit majestic. Behind him, followed by an old man dressed as a Confucian scholar and holding a feather fan.
With a bang, another group of people stepped in at the gate, all of them with unkind expressions.
"Lord City Lord?" Zhou Ping couldn't help being stunned when he saw this battle. He had no idea what was happening.
The city lord didn't say a word, he just sat on his grand master's chair with a gloomy look.
The half-grown old man who looked like a Confucian scholar was standing next to the city lord. He looked like he hated iron but could not make steel. He tapped Zhou Ping with his feather fan and said, "Boy Zhou Ping, you have caused a big trouble!"
"Mr. Meng, what do you mean by this?" Zhou Ping asked angrily. Although he was upright, he was not stupid. If he didn't understand what happened just now, he already had a guess at this moment.
Mr. Meng sighed and said: "Is the Black Turban Army easy to provoke? Thirty Black Turbans were killed in front of the city gate. They will not let it go. They will soon come to the city. By then, Ding'an will probably be in ruins!"
Zhou Ping said: "So I invited Mr. Lu to come over and fight the bandits with us!"
Mr. Meng said: "Do you think that with my strength, Ding'an can stop the black scarf?"
"You must protect me to the death!" Zhou Ping felt weak and weak, and even the flow of spiritual power was stagnant, but the words in his mouth were sonorous.
Mr. Meng shook his head and said: "The foundation of Shifang City is much stronger than ours. It was crushed by the Black Turban three months ago. After the city was broken, the Black Turban massacred the city for ten days. The entire Shifang City was empty of all ten houses.
, the lessons learned from the past are so clear to me!" He changed the topic with a sad look on his face: "And the black scarf scout came here this time just to ask for some food from us. Their current battlefield is not here, we just give it to him,
Why do you kill people?"
Zhou Ping's eyes widened: "The black scarf kills my people, and we still have to give him money and food? Mr. Meng, do you want to listen to what you are talking about?" He said with an angry look: "Today, if Mr. Lu doesn't take action, I will
I will take action too!"
Mr. Meng's face turned cold: "Zhou Ping, you are hopeless!"
Zhou Ping gritted his teeth and shouted: "Meng Deyun, I think you are hopeless! Do you think that if you give the black scarf money and food, they will not invade? You may have forgotten how Huangye City was destroyed."
"Huang Yecheng..." Meng Deyun frowned. Of course he had heard about Huang Yecheng. The situation Huang Yecheng encountered at that time was similar to today, so Huang Yecheng was very cooperative.
Zhou Ping no longer talked to Meng Deyun, but looked at the city lord who had been silent: "Sir, Huangye City has learned from the past, we must not repeat the same mistakes! The appetite of the Black Turban Army cannot be satisfied. If you give him money and food today, he will be able to do it tomorrow.
If you open the city gate, then all the people in the city will be slaughtered. Rather than doing this, it is better to rise up and resist!"
The pot-bellied city lord was silent for a while before saying: "Although Huangye City was destroyed, half of the people are still alive, which is much better than Shifang City."
Zhou Ping looked in disbelief: "Don't you know, sir, that most of the living people are women, and the black scarves deliberately left their lives to serve as military prostitutes!"
"It's not just women." The city lord waved his hand, "They will recruit anyone with cultivation skills and will not kill them easily."
Zhou Ping's eyes widened: "Sir, do you want to take refuge in the black scarf?"
Meng Deyun shouted angrily: "You guys didn't force me! If it hadn't been for what happened today, how could we have such a disaster in Ding'an?"
Zhou Ping looked at him and then at the city lord. No matter how upright he was, he finally understood what was going on. He said in a low voice: "So you poisoned the tea, and Mr. Lu and I are your bargaining chips for surrender?
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The city lord said: "You are not, this person is!" He turned to look at Lu Ye, "He killed the man in black scarf. Only by handing him over can we be safe."
"What about the people of Ding'an?" Zhou Ping still held on to the last glimmer of hope.
"There are some untouchables, don't worry about their life or death."
Zhou Ping pursed his lips and his face turned red. He held it in for a long time before roaring angrily: "I'm so ashamed to be with you scum! I didn't expect you to be so rotten!"
Meng Deyun shouted sharply: "Zhou Ping, be careful that trouble comes from your mouth!"
Zhou Ping sneered and ignored him at all. He just turned to look at Lu Ye apologetically: "Mr. Lu, it was Zhou who hurt you this time. I really can't apologize."
Seeing that Lu Ye was quite capable, he recruited him with good intentions, but he didn't expect to bring him such a big crisis.
"It's nothing." Lu Ye, who had been silent all this time, said calmly, and then under everyone's stunned gaze, he picked up his tea cup and drank it all in one gulp, "It tastes good!"
Then he slowly stood up and shook his neck, and there was a clicking sound immediately from his neck.
"You..." Meng Deyun looked at Lu Ye in shock. He vaguely felt something was wrong and did not dare to hesitate. He immediately waved his hand: "Get him!"
A whistling sound sounded, several thick ropes flew out in a staggered manner, several figures moved up and down, and Lu Ye was tied up into a rice dumpling in the blink of an eye.
Meng Deyun breathed a sigh of relief. He just saw Lu Ye standing up. He thought the poison had no effect. He stared at Lu Ye deeply: "Young man, it is not a bad thing to have a chivalrous heart, but it also depends on where it is used.
, I blame you for killing someone you shouldn’t have killed.”
Lu Ye looked at him with an indifferent expression: "I killed him..."
A banging sound suddenly came out, and the rope that trapped him seemed to be cut by an invisible sharp blade, breaking apart in an instant, with neat cuts.
Lu Ye took one step forward and arrived in front of Meng Deyun.
This Confucian scholar was also a practitioner. When he saw this, his expression changed drastically. He raised his palm and slapped Lu Ye's chest hard, using all his spiritual power.
Lu Ye didn't move at all, but Meng Deyun's wrist hurt from the shock.
Then he felt his head being pinched. Lu Ye moved his face closer, almost face to face with him: "...They are all damned people, like you!"
Meng Deyun was horrified, and just as he was about to use his strength to break free from Lu Ye's restraints, his head hurt and he became unresponsive.
"You are looking for death!" The pot-bellied city lord yelled angrily, and his fat hand suddenly gathered its five fingers, as if it turned into a bird's beak, and pecked Lu Ye's waist and eyes.
As soon as his wrist tightened, a not-so-large hand actually grabbed his wrist. He was frightened and wanted to pull away, but the other person's hand was like an iron hoop, and he couldn't move due to the confinement.
There was severe pain in the wrist, and there was even a sound of bone breaking.
"Ah!" the city lord screamed.
The screams stopped abruptly, and Lu Ye withdrew his punch. Blood rained in front of him, and a fat, headless corpse slowly fell down.
Zhou Ping, who was weak and weak, was stunned.
He knew that Lu Ye was very strong, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to kill so many black scarves by himself, but he never expected that he was so strong.
As far as he knew, Meng Deyun had opened seven orifices, and the city lord had opened eight orifices. How many orifices did Lu Ye open? Nine orifices? Nine orifices did not have such a terrifying crushing force.
While he was distracted, Lu Ye had already started killing.
Short, pitiful screams sounded out, and in just three breaths, the entire hall fell silent.
The rich smell of blood was nauseating. Zhou Ping's face turned pale. Looking at Lu Ye standing in the center of the hall without a drop of blood on his body, he couldn't regain his consciousness for a moment.
Then he realized something, the city lord was dead, what should be done in Ding'an City...?
Half a day later, an order came from the city lord's palace, announcing it to the whole city.
The original city lord made a mistake in his practice, went crazy, was seriously injured and died. Now Zhou Ping of the Zhou family has taken over as the city lord!
Along with this order was issued a mobilization order.
What happened in front of the city gate today was so big that in just half a day, it had spread throughout Ding'an. Countless people were in panic. They all obviously knew what would happen if they offended the Black Turban Army, and they were confused about the future.
They have all heard of the Black Turban Army's style. Even Huang Yecheng who took the initiative to cooperate did not end well. If the Black Turban Army were to break through Ding'an, there would be another brutal and inhumane massacre.
In such an atmosphere, the mobilization order issued by the City Lord's Mansion was very timely, and many people with lofty ideals gathered at the City Lord's Mansion to express their willingness to obey the order.
Among them, there are many people who have cultivation skills. Although most of them have never practiced cultivation, in such a world, the gap between monks and mortals is actually not that big, especially when two armies are facing each other. If the enemy is faced with a military formation, the soldiers will be brave
If you are not afraid of death, it is not difficult to kill a monk with a mortal body.
The entire Ding'an City was integrated in less than two days, and was fully ready to face the enemy at any time.
"Sir, everything is ready now. There are ten spies outside to gather information. Whenever the Black Turban Army approaches Ding'an for fifty miles, there will be news." In the city lord's palace, Zhou Ping stood respectfully in front of Lu Ye, reporting the situation.
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This kind of respect does not only come from the strong strength Lu Ye has shown before, but also from other aspects.
The city lord died, and Zhou Ping had no choice but to take over. It was Lu Ye's suggestion, because Ding'an needed a backbone, so an outsider was naturally not suitable. The Zhou family is one of the three major families in Ding'an, and Zhou Ping had such qualifications, so taking over would not be out of the ordinary.
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The following measures were all implemented under the guidance of Lu Ye. It seems that the results are very good, especially after the city lord's palace publicized the brutality of the black scarf and the consequences of destroying the city, Ding'an
Although everyone in the public was frightened, in a short period of time they had become a rope.
Everyone wants to live and no one wants to die. In this case, we can only work together to protect Ding'an.