Just like those iron arrows that Li Xiuyuan asked Mu Mu to shoot by the Fuchun River.

On this night, many Qingcheng disciples took advantage of the dark moon and high wind to sneak down the mountain gate.

After being inspected by the imperial guards at the foot of the mountain, they hurriedly left Qingcheng overnight.

The sect is originally a bird in the same forest. When disaster strikes, I will fly first... There are many young monks who do not want to advance and retreat together with the sect at this dangerous time.

In their opinion, this is the army of the Five Regions Dynasty?

The letter also made it very clear that any monk who was distracted or had participated in the Beihai War would be allowed to leave this dangerous place unconditionally.

Because no one knows how many troops came from the dynasty.

Since he dares to challenge Qingcheng openly, he is naturally not an ordinary monk.

Considering what the elders of the sect did in the imperial city, how could the young disciples be willing to act as cannon fodder at this time?

Before the time came, the monks who had been injured in the Beihai battlefield came down to Qingcheng and reported to the military camp, waiting for the Imperial Master to heal their wounds.

After all, after all these years, the headmaster has never thought of treating their limbs.

Otherwise, Hu Ge would not have left Qingcheng far away in sadness.

After Li Xiuyuan received the news, he immediately asked Nalan Yu to comfort the injured disciples and told them that the severed limbs would be able to grow back in less than two months.

It can take up to three to five years to return to the original condition.

For the monks who participated in the Beihai War, this was the most important thing...

They had even thought about leaving here as soon as the Imperial Master healed their wounds.

Just after midnight, Li Xiuyuan, who was sitting quietly in the big tent and still reading at night, heard a plop and a bolt of lightning flew into the big tent.

Xiao Hei picked up the tea cup on the table and started drinking. After drinking two cups of warm tea, he chuckled and said, "If we go back tomorrow night, there will be no problem."

"Are you hungry? Come and eat a piece of peach blossom cake made by Sister Hua."

Li Xiuyuan took a box of pastries, opened it, gently stroked Xiao Hei's feathers and asked, "No one noticed you, right? How is the situation up there?"

Xiao Hei shook his head, and Xiao Qing replied: "Those old men are very stubborn, saying that this is not the human world, and they can kill people here..."

Li Xiuyuan shook his head, looked at him and smiled: "Isn't this just what you want?"

Xiao Hei shook his head and said with a smile: "Xiao Hei tried hard but couldn't find where their treasure house is?"

Ever since he and Ximen Lone Star raided the bandit's lair, Lao Hei fell in love with this operation and always thought about whose treasure house he and his brother would raid again.

With a sigh, Li Xiuyuan stood up, pulled away the blanket on the lounge chair next to him, and wrapped himself in it.

Then he said softly: "Xiao Hei, the treasures of this world are not worth worrying about."

Xiao Hei was stunned, looked at him and said with a smile: "Earn more money, Xiao Hei will not go hungry. Brother, you don't know, I am afraid of hunger in Luoshui..."

After saying that, he fluttered, got into his own blanket, and said with a smile: "Xiao Hei is tired, brother, please don't call me for breakfast tomorrow morning."

Li Xiuyuan reached out and pulled the blanket to cover his face. Li Xiuyuan was thinking the same as Xiao Hei and wanted to have a good sleep.

As for the heads and elders in Qingcheng, they should be left to dry for three days, just like the eagles were cooked outside Xichun City in southern Xinjiang.

He wanted to see how many people would be willing to go down the mountain and leave Qingcheng in the end.

Not to mention how cruel he is, he will never leave here before avenging his dead brothers.

As he was about to fall asleep, he couldn't help but murmur, "Even if there is an iron threshold for a thousand years, there will still be a soiled bun."

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The night passed, but the sun was still shining.

The disciples who got up early in Qingcheng were stunned for a moment... because they picked up more flyer-like letters, the contents of which were exactly the same as yesterday.

However, the time was changed to two days. There are still two days left before you can make the choice to leave Qingcheng.

Of course, there are conditions for leaving, which include elders and disciples who are not sufficiently cultivated or whose hands are not stained with the blood of the Imperial City.

In less than half an hour, news of this incident spread throughout Qingcheng.

Because Qingcheng has been a road since ancient times, and it is difficult for one man to block it and it is difficult for ten thousand people to open it. Where did these leaflets come from?

Could it be possible that it drifted up to Qingcheng with a gust of breeze?

Some of the disciples on duty went to see the leader Yuan Qiu with the leaflets in their hands, while more disciples were whispering, thinking about whether to secretly leave Qingcheng tonight.

At most, after a few days, Qingcheng is safe and sound, and then come back.

The disciples who were in the middle stage of distraction had already lost their minds and were able to leave safely. No one wanted to die here.

The army at the foot of the mountain has trapped Qingcheng. There is no need to attack. Even if the siege lasts for several months, Qingcheng will have to surrender.

After all, there are no resources on the mountain, and even some of the sect’s fertile fields are at the foot of the mountain. The mountain seemed like a magical land, but now it turned into a hot pot, leaving a group of elders and disciples with nowhere to escape.

At the foot of the mountain, a column of about 200 forbidden troops, all in armor, walked unusually calmly to the besieged intersection and exchanged defenses with the forbidden troops on duty.

The Imperial Guards who had been guarding the whole night were about to return to the barracks to rest.

Nalan Yu, who had gotten up early, also rushed over. In front of him were a hundred heavy slaves shining with dim light, silently aiming at the intersection going down the mountain.

Like a hundred black scythes harvesting life.

The road down the mountain was not very wide, and even the great monks in the realm of Nine Tribulations could not stop the volley of a hundred heavy slaves.

More than ten years have passed, and Nalanyu and Wang Tianhua have made countless improvements. It is no longer comparable to the Beihai War.

He looked coldly at the Qingcheng disciples who came down the mountain. After the imperial guards checked their identities, they hurried away without even looking back.

Because they saw these terrifying weapons, I believe that the elders of the sect would also be shocked by the weapons, and they all felt lucky for their choice.

One hundred black heavy slaves stand at the must-pass point of the mountain road, like a god of death, blocking all the monks who want to come down from Qingcheng.

He watched silently as the Qingcheng disciples who passed the identity check swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and hurriedly left the place as nervously as a frightened bird.

Li Xiuyuan once told him that no outsiders were allowed to stay within five hundred feet of the pass at the foot of the mountain, otherwise they would be regarded as enemies.

He didn't want to be attacked from both sides when the war broke out.

These forbidden troops have experienced the iron-blooded battle of Beihai and have strict military discipline. How can they be compared to these sect disciples who have never seen the flames of war.

While he was talking, some disabled disciples who participated in the Beihai War came forward to inquire. After confirming that the Imperial Master would personally treat them...

With red eyes, he followed the Forbidden Army towards the military camp down the mountain.

After waiting for more than ten years, the National Preceptor is finally back, and Ruyin and their mutilated limbs are expected to be reborn and restored.

You know, this is the Imperial Master who rose to prominence on the Beihai battlefield?

The head of Qingcheng was unwilling to use the sect's elixir to treat them, but the imperial master did not mind and made a promise to treat them with his own hands.

Thinking about the battle that year, these disciples are still excited!

With the Imperial Master here, everything is worth it.

That was the national master who fought in three arenas alone, killed countless enemies, and finally destroyed the enemies on the sea for ten years!

Just to see the face of the Imperial Master, they had to stay and witness the battle between the Dynasty and Qingcheng!

This has nothing to do with personal grudges, but because Qingcheng sent seventeen elders to secretly protect the imperial city. This is an indelible hatred, both public and private.

As disciples of Qingcheng and soldiers who had participated in the Beihai War, they knew better how difficult that war was.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. After the matter in Qingcheng is resolved, the national master will personally heal everyone's broken body."

Nalanyu looked at the backs of several Qingcheng disciples, who had either broken arms or legs. He felt very uncomfortable and couldn't help but say something to comfort the hearts of the soldiers back then.

The Qingcheng disciples who had already walked away turned around and clasped hands with Nalanyu: "Don't worry, General, we will be waiting at the military camp. We also want to see the National Preceptor."

Facing the morning breeze, Nalan Yu's hard expression finally softened, and he waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, it won't be long in a few days!"

As soon as he said these words, a strong murderous aura suddenly appeared behind him.

The Imperial Guards who came on duty at their shifts roared in unison, instantly exuding a chilling aura.

After solving the crisis in the imperial city, when these imperial troops learned that the imperial master actually beheaded the queen with his own hands in the court hall, everyone was extremely excited.

You must know that the Queen and the Imperial Preceptor Su Qingyue are legendary existences. They are god-like existences that they need to look up to.

But he was killed on the golden palace of the palace by the imperial master. What a feat.

All the Forbidden Army seemed to have returned to the winter of that year, when the Imperial Guard killed the Prince of Beihai on the Golden Palace with one sword before going into battle in Beihai.

That sword was also the sword that ended the myth of the Beihai Army!

Nalanyu adjusted his armor and looked at this strange mountain, thinking that in two days there would be a raging war.

For a moment, I felt sad for the current leader.

Because he knew that when the sound of killings broke out, the sect in front of him, which had been passed down for thousands of years, would be turned into ruins in the hands of the national master.

Not to mention his brother, Xiao Hei alone can destroy this place.

The scene that happened at the gate of Linghu Family appeared before his eyes, and he couldn't help but sigh when he thought about it.

"Qingcheng will become the history of a region."

Shaking his head, he turned and walked towards the military camp. He wanted to see if the Imperial Guard had gotten up. There was no fighting today, so he was going to make a pot of tea while this guy was still here.
To be continued...