Qing Ming survived the disaster, with sores and phlegm everywhere, and white silk all over the place. The city that most needed to deal with the aftermath was Yong'an City. This city at the core of Qing Ming was originally home to more than 100,000 people, but under Hong Ye's spell, tens of thousands of people were killed.
Killed, tens of thousands more were disabled, and less than half of the residents were spared.
There were thousands of children in the city, but they all died tragically because they were greedy for the beauty of falling autumn leaves and rashly reached out to touch them.
In addition, nearly 10,000 people died sporadically under the red leaves throughout the realm. In total, there were more than 60,000 people who died under the witchcraft of the red leaves, and another 40,000 were disabled.
Wei Yuan rushed to Yong'an City immediately after the war and sent all his Daoji warriors out to assist in the rescue. Several squares in the city were filled with wounded people. Sun Yu and more than twenty apprentices with innate water Daoji had already
While he was doing his best to treat her, Xu Henshui also led fellow disciples of the Good Fortune Temple to come over to help.
Cai Shizhi and all his disciples were busy treating the injured. Scholars often read medical books part-time, and many great Confucians were also famous doctors themselves.
Seeing Wei Yuan, Cai Shizhi came up to him with a haggard look on his face and said: "My four disciples died due to witchcraft. Originally, they were still young. I didn't worry about them going to the battlefield, so I stayed in the city to teach. Unexpectedly, it turned out that they were killed by witchcraft."
Harm them."
Wei Yuan said: "This matter was done by the Wu Clan, Mr. Cai does not need to blame himself. The Wu Clan was so crazy that they actually used such evil spells.
Don’t worry, sir, I will definitely seek justice!”
Cai Shizhi nodded and said tiredly: "A dozen disciples died in the academy, all of them were good students. Alas! You go ahead and go, I have to save people."
Wei Yuan came to Sun Yu. Sun Yu was walking around the field, examining each patient. He had superb medical skills and could make a judgment just by looking at the wound: "Amputation, amputation, amputation, wait for death, wait for death, amputation occasionally
Sun Yu will also take action to save people, such as a man whose legs were cut off at the knee and suffered excessive blood loss. Sun Yu waved two pieces of Dan Qi, which directly carbonized the wound of his broken leg, thus sealing the wound. After a few seconds,
The burned flesh and blood will fall off on their own, and the wound will be healed.
Seeing Wei Yuan's arrival, Sun Yu used Taoism to calm down his voice and asked: "These people will be a burden in the future. There are too many of them. Should we save less?"
In fact, nowadays, if a mortal loses a limb, there is a high probability that he will die on the spot. That is to say, they can only survive if they meet a Dharma master like Sun Yu who is proficient in medicine. But even if they survive, they will be regarded as a burden from now on, and it is indeed a drag.
Wei Yuan said: "Give them the treatment that a mortal should have, and save those who can be saved as much as possible."
"Okay." Sun Yu continued the treatment.
The so-called treatment that mortals should have is to use simple Taoist techniques and ordinary medicines to save people. In fact, monks' Taoist techniques are no less than panacea when used on mortals. With Sun Yu's intervention, most people present can survive.
In Wei Yuan's view, whether they will be burdensome or not is a matter of the future. If they are not saved now, then what is the point of these people coming to Qingming, and what is the point of dying in battle for those who generously died on the front line?
Counting the casualties in the rear, Qingming's casualties in this battle have exceeded 200,000. The Wu clan's losses were even more severe. At least tens of thousands of soldiers who returned with serious injuries would die.
The Witch Clan has a far stricter caste system than the human race. Most of them are slaves and untouchables, and only a very small number of witches are of the noble race. The top are wizards, followed by the nobles. Slaves and untouchables will die when they die, and no one will
care.
When untouchables are injured on the battlefield, they will have to fend for themselves after being carried back. It all depends on their own vitality. Therefore, when shamans from lower races reach adulthood,
Most of them will choose the power of lizards, crocodiles, or even some witch insects for their strong vitality and regeneration ability.
Wei Yuan estimated that in the end, the Wu Clan's war dead would be about 400,000. The difference is that most of the people who died on Qingming's side were civilians, and only 20,000 were well-trained warriors. Most of the Wu Clan's war dead were training personnel.
There are tens of thousands of skilled warriors and elites who have fought in hundreds of battles.
In the first battle between the two sides, more than 600,000 people died in total, which was really tragic.
Wei Yuan suddenly saw a familiar figure in the city. The man was dressed as a scribe, wearing a bamboo hat, and his mouth and nose were wrapped in silk scarves. Wei Yuan's figure flashed and appeared beside her, saying: "Teacher, why are you here?"
Already?"
This person was Zhang Sheng in disguise. She said: "I want to walk around the battlefield and find the answer to a question. This is the last question. After I find the answer, I will start to cast the foundation."
"Did you find the answer?"
Zhang Sheng nodded and said: "It's almost there, now it's just the final verification. Oh, by the way, I heard that someone named Su Xuejing came to the Sword Palace last time, and she was very good at it - oh, she has knowledge of swordsmanship.
Very in-depth understanding. If we meet again by chance, I will bring him to see me so that I can have a discussion with him. I can learn something from him."
Wei Yuan said: "There is also a man named Shangguan Qianmo in the Sword Palace. He also cultivates Mo Shang Huakai, one of the seven palace-suppressing immortal swords. Do you want to call him over too?"
"Shangguan Qianmo? I've never heard of them. The seven so-called immortal swords in the Sword Palace are outdated, flashy, and worthless, and they won't be of any help to me."
At this time, someone in the air snorted coldly and said: "What a loud tone! You actually dare to say that our Seven Swords of the Palace are not worth seeing. If you don't explain this matter to me clearly, there is no way I can let it go now!"
Wei Yuan raised his head and saw Shangguan Qianmo standing in mid-air, looking down at the two of them coldly, his face naturally as ugly as possible. Jianxiu didn't have a very good temper, how could he bear being pointed out in front of others?
Wei Yuan felt a headache. He had already discovered Shangguan Qianmo and was thinking about bringing him over to discuss the art of swordsmanship with the teacher, which would give Zhang Sheng something to learn from. Unexpectedly, Zhang Sheng actually dismissed the Seven Swords of Jian Gong Zhen Gong.
, this is tantamount to a slap in the face, which is intolerable.
Although Wei Yuan also felt that the Seven Swords of Sword Palace he had seen was not very good, Sword Palace had a good reputation, so Wei Yuan always felt that it was the practitioners who were not good at it, not the swords.
Zhang Sheng raised his head and asked, "Which senior from Jian Palace are you facing?"
"Senior - am I that old?" Shangguan Qianmo's face became even more ugly.
Zhang Sheng said calmly: "There is no priority in learning, and the master is the teacher. Since your current level of cultivation is higher than mine, it is appropriate to call you senior." Wei Yuan stood beside him, just wanting to hold his forehead.
It has to be said that apart from her soft feet, Shangguan Qianmo is also very good-looking, and the angrier she is, the more beautiful she becomes. However, when it comes to bickering, her and Zhang Sheng's cultivation realms are reversed.
Thinking of this, Wei Yuan couldn't help but secretly feel lucky that Su Xuejing was not here - no, Shangguan Qianmo was already here, how could he not come?
Wei Yuan was startled when he heard a soft voice in the air saying: "Su Xuejing of the Sword Palace, I have met Mr. Zhang Sheng. I was delighted to hear that Mr. Zhang wanted to discuss Taoism and swords with me. Su was very happy. Since we are destined to meet,
How about we find a quiet place to discuss the art of swordsmanship now? If it can be of help to Mr. Su, I will be very happy."
Wei Yuan felt his vision go dark and sighed in his heart. His only hope was that Su Xuejing did not hear the complete words.
Based on Wei Yuan's understanding of Zhang Sheng, purely in terms of swordsmanship, he is definitely better than Shangguan Qianmo, but he is not sure about Su Xuejing. To be precise, he has no chance of winning.
Wei Yuan immediately said: "The war has just ended, and both the teacher and I have a lot to do. How about changing the time?"
At this time, Zhang Sheng had just rebuilt his Taoist heart, and Wei Yuan did not want her to face Su Xuejing like this. Zhang Sheng had to develop an invincible mind and be careful when facing other top monks, especially an unparalleled genius like Su Xuejing.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Sheng said: "This is perfect, just to observe the immortal swords other than the Seven Swords."
When Zhang Sheng spoke, Wei Yuan could only let out a long sigh, led everyone to the main peak, and invited a few people into his training room.
Shangguan Qianmo entered first, with a dark face the whole time. This girl obviously couldn't hide her thoughts, and her likes and dislikes were all written on her face. Zhang Sheng entered next, and Su Xuejing and Wei Yuan were last.
Su Xuejing suddenly said softly: "Su has been in the industry for many years, and this is the first time I've heard someone say that I can play, haha!"
Chapter completed!