Zhao Xiaobai nodded and thought to himself: Unexpectedly, Li Xiaoyu, a 10,000 gangster in the world who had not seen it, and the shitty gang he often mentioned, would come in handy.

Speaking of this, Bao Ruhei hurriedly explained a few words, then pulled out a carrier pigeon from his body, took out a roll of paper, and hurriedly stroked a few strokes, tied the pigeon's legs, and let it fly.

He said, "I have sent a message to my senior brother. Although this thing is not as fast as you, it is familiar with the path. With your rough problem, it should be better than you."

After saying that, others had already flew up the treetops like a wisp of smoke and rushed straight to Gaogang.

His uneven breathing words floated from afar: "Zhao Xiaobai, today your blind cat hit a dead mouse, which is considered to be a helping me. I won't pursue the incident that I was stung like a pig's head by a wasp last time."

"But you are so scattered or spoiled, why don't you put the instruction manual in the secret compartment? It made me waste my wax hundreds of miles of road! I almost lost my life!"

"Hmph, is there anyone who is your brother?"

After hearing this, Zhao Xiaobai couldn't help but stare at the little girl, and said in his heart: Damn! Is there anyone like him who is like a brother?

I, Mr. Zhao, have been in trouble for eight lifetimes. Why did I get such a bastard as my senior brother?

A disaster like him is not the number one disaster of Qingluan Peak? The name of the number one disaster was framed on me?

Those people, I don’t know where their eyes are!…

After parting with her junior sister, Zhao Xiaobai explained many things to her.

For example, if you want to dress up in the world, don’t be too arrogant on the road, don’t enter the forest, be extra careful when you make a boat transition, don’t drink dirty water from the ditches, don’t steal cucumbers from the vegetable fields, don’t chat with other people’s brothers casually, etc.

Of course, the key is to keep in mind the "Three Character Classic of Immortal Cultivation".

After thinking about it, he felt that since the war began, monks with some means should be operating around the war machine. With the skills of the junior sister, not many people can bully her. It would be good if she didn't bully others, and there was no need to worry too much.

"I secretly handed over a few top-grade spirit stones to my master. Just say I still have a lot of them here, so I don't need them, so I'll tell him to use them quickly!"

"Always rise like a snail! I don't like to see his unpromising look!"

This is what Zhao Xiaobai said to his junior sister in the end.

As soon as he finished speaking, purple lightning shone, he had stepped onto the sword spirit and went straight into the clouds.

The eldest brother hasn't seen him for several years, so he should have drunk wine this time. That's what he thought.

***

Yangdu is located in the central and western part of the Great Chu State, on the bank of the vast river. It has been the famous Jiangjin Fortress in Xiniuhe since ancient times.

Zhao Xiaobai pressed the clouds several miles away from the city of Li Yangdu. He knew that if he flew into the city rashly, he would definitely be a struggle. Although he had not experienced the blood of the war himself, he could imagine some.

Nine out of ten rooms in the suburbs are empty, with ruins everywhere, and scorched earth in many places, which makes people feel that there have been fierce offensive and defensive battles here. Occasionally, there are patrolling soldiers and horse teams, and even "resisters" who were caught were dragged by war horses in large ties.

Zhao Xiaobai did not take action. He didn't know what situation the eldest brother was facing in the city. At this time, he took action rashly and alarmed the snake. He might not even be able to save others and he would be chased.

The war between tribes was always full of killing, and everything in front of him made him realize it. However, although he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked when he approached the city gate!

The road was filled with headless corpses!

In the spring sunshine, many corpses have stinked, and flies and vultures are flying and chasing them. On the road, they are walking in groups of three or three, covering their noses, with their eyes full of fear, hatred, or despair...

Hundreds of meters away from the city gate, a team of soldiers escorted the "criminals" and kicked them to the ground. The officials in civil servants dressed in their hands read the documents sternly. Then, the big blade "cracked", and you can see the sprayed blood, and the murdered fell like dead trees.

There were tall black-clad soldiers in black cruising on war horses at the door. The black helmet on their heads covered their faces, only revealing their nostrils and emitting their breath, and their eyes glowing.

From the heavy murderous aura and the bloody smell on their bodies, they can tell their identity: the demon god and martial guards.

Most of these people only have the realm of Qi Refiners and are at the lowest level among the monks. Although this belongs to the world of cultivating immortals, it is equivalent to everyone being able to practice. For ordinary civilians and soldiers, they are terrifying existences that are difficult to shake.

There are groups of guards at the gate of the city, and the heads of the city are hung on the top of the city!

These heads seemed to have been soaked in potions, and they seemed to have died for a long time, but they have not completely rotted. Zhao Xiaobai shrank in the crowd, glanced slightly, and saw some faces that seemed to be familiar.

I can't remember the name, they are fellow disciples on Beishan.

But there is one person who is impressed. Yes, it is impossible to be wrong. He is a young man who looks a little weak, his deep eyes are full of wisdom, and his long figure shows a faint fragrance of books.

He is the third senior brother on Wuya Peak, the personal disciple of the head master, and has at least the fourth level of cultivation. This is already a good player among the younger generation.

I remember that many years ago, it was this senior brother who took him to meet the head for the first time. His faint tone contained enthusiasm, and his attitude of being neither arrogant nor impatient was filled with the warmth of his classmates.

He is only in his early twenties, and if he is in a peaceful world, he should be edifying his knowledge or shining his wings on the picturesque cliff.

But now, his head is hanging high above the national gate!

A stinging pain came from Zhao Xiaobai's heart, and the Mengchen Sword seemed to roar with anger. He knew that he could not do this anymore. His figure suddenly disappeared from the crowd. When he appeared again, he was already in the city.

Standing on the corner of the street, he silently walked towards the corner, calmed down a little, and then slowly merged into the crowd on the street along a wide street, half-dream and half-awake.

The city looks calm, and it is completely different from the gate of the city and the outskirts of the city.

There are new slogans in some places: The demons and the demons are all in one's clothes, and they will prosper peacefully!

The people of the two ethnic groups join hands to create a better tomorrow!

All the rebels are seeking death, and only by surrendering themselves is the only way out!

Such...

Most of the time, one ethnic group conquers another ethnic group, which is not a complete killing, but also includes conquering people's hearts, such as: supporting puppet regimes, proclaiming "autonomousness"... etc.

So you can often see "dog legs" on the street, leading teams of demon soldiers to patrol everywhere.
Chapter completed!