The clouds cover the sky and it is wet after the rain.

Muyang City is in ruins, houses collapse, the earth cracks, and occasionally flesh and blood can be seen.

Wherever you see, there are sorrows everywhere.

According to Hua Mei, Jun Shangli was in Muyang City and did not follow everyone to Muyang City. So Qing came to Muyang City and saw this scene.

Qingyuan had long heard of the truth that gods and mortals suffered, but this was the first time he had seen it.

In fact, the worldly battlefield is the same. The ambition and decision-making of senior officials in the court determine the life and death of countless soldiers below.

"child……"

He saw a woman dressed in dirty clothes, looking for her child as if she was crazy.

"Dad...mother...grandfather..." Then he saw a child who was only a few years old, looking for his elders.

There are not many people like this, but not many.

Because many people have been evacuated before, and because of the aftermath of the battle, not many people can survive. Muyang City is shattered, and many scenes of family destruction and death appear before our eyes.

Qingyuan walked in this dusk sun city like purgatory.

For a moment, my thoughts kept turbulent.

Suddenly there was a tremor.

A large wall next to it fell down, and a loud bang, buried the boy just now.

Qingyuan's face changed slightly. When he stretched out his hand, the wall was lifted up. However, the boy inside was already covered in blood and was barely dead. He came forward, reached out and pressed his hand on the child, passing over a magic power to save his life.

However, there was another person crying and in the ruins, he kept digging the soil and rocks with his hands, and his palms and fingers were bleeding.

Looking from a distance from Qingyuan, similar scenes are not rare.

He was silent for a moment, then reached into his arms, and many talisman papers were put in his hands, thrown out, and landed into many people.

This is the spell of paper-cutting to horses.

With his current Taoist practice, the paper man he has performed is not inferior even if he has not passed through wood carving.

These paper men scattered, digging out ruins everywhere, and saving people.

"The elder is urging you to set off as soon as possible."

Hua Mei sighed, and the voice came from the bamboo tube.

Kiyohara said calmly: "I don't need to pay attention to these?"

"No need to pay attention to it." Hua Mei said: "People who practice Taoism have already had countless levels of vision. In their eyes, people in the world are no different from ants, but to avoid disasters, they have few sins."

"Ant?" Qingyuan thought for a while and whispered: "Anyone is considered an ant before he can practice. But in the eyes of the immortals in the sky, aren't they also an ant?"

Hua Mei said calmly: "I am a flower demon. I don't feel as much as you. But when I see a bunch of ants on the ground, I won't feel any sympathy. Just like an ordinary person, it won't be a pity to see broken flower branches on the road."

Qingyuan smiled and said, "People who practice Taoism are also humans, and half of the word "Immortal" belong to humans."

Zixiao Immortal is such an immortal.

Ordinary people in the mortal world are also the foundation of the cultivators.

"Just leave these paper men, go and find Huo Shangli." The old woman's voice suddenly came, and it was obvious that she had taken the bamboo tube to transmit the voice from Hua Mei again.

Kiyohara suddenly smiled. Just as she was about to speak, a flash of tears suddenly appeared in front of her, and there was already a person standing.

The man was wearing a long blue gown, tall figure, carrying a sword on his back. Judging from his appearance, he was just a young man, but his eyes were vicissitudes and his temples were gray.

"Jun Shangli?"

"You recognize me?"

The man in blue raised his eyebrows slightly, showed a little surprise, and said, "I don't know you."

"I don't know you either, but now, let's look at this first..."

Qingyuan raised his hand and used the secret technique of Huanhua Pavilion, and the trajectory of the operation showed a mysterious pattern.

Qingyuan himself didn't know what this pattern represented, but when Jun Shangli read this pattern, his eyes suddenly became cold, and his expression was as cold as frost.

There was a wisp of cold breath, like murderous intent, covering Qingyuan.

Qingyuan thought it was not good and said to himself: "He has such a deep murderous intent. Could it be that Huanhua Pavilion is really just trying?"

Jun Shangli said in a low voice: "Can Huanhua Pavilion still recruit male disciples? It is said that the founder of Huanhua Pavilion is the disciple of the Southern Heavenly Lord, but he is a woman. After founding Huanhua Pavilion, Huanhua Pavilion has recruited all women from now on."

Seeing that he did not take action, Kiyohara breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I just got the benefit, come to pass the message."

Jun Shangli said: "What are you saying?"

Qingyuan threw the bamboo tube over and said, "I don't know, but I can have Huanhua Pavilion inside."

Jun Shangli took it and injected magic power into it.

Kiyohara stood in front of him and saw the face of the real person changing again and again. For a moment, he was murderous intent, for a moment, he was full of hatred, and he was slightly relieved, but the next moment, he was murderous intent.

His aura changes, and the oppressive power around him also changes.

The land is cracked and the walls are broken.

Qingyuan took a step back and hung the ancient mirror above his head. The mirror light fell down, like glass, which isolated all the oppressive forces.

After a while, Jun Shangli's face calmed down, but she still had a low voice and said, "Remember your words."

Qingyuan didn't know what Huanhua Pavilion had said to him, and he was relieved to see this.

After Jun Shangli said that, she threw the bamboo tube over.

Qingyuan thought, and the light of the ancient mirror flashed slightly, causing the bamboo tube to fall into his arms. He put it away again. In fact, this bamboo tube can be charming and can explore many things, but after this incident, Qingyuan always felt that it was a hot potato. He thought just now that it might be better if Jun Shangli took it away directly, but Jun Shangli finally threw it back.

"Well." Qingyuan collected the bamboo tube and looked up. He saw the real person's eyes falling on the ancient mirror above his head, and his expression seemed to have changed a little.

Seeing this, Qingyuan felt a stern and said to himself: "Can he see the extraordinary nature of the ancient mirror?"

Thinking of this, Qingyuan put the white jade ruler on his hand, and the red thunder pattern on the ruler was flickering.

However, at this moment, Jun Shangli took back her gaze and took a deep look at Qingyuan.

"I already understand the meaning of Huanhua Pavilion, but here is full of sorrow and tragic. I am also on the order of the national master to deal with this matter, so I can't leave for the time being."

Jun Shangli glanced at it and said, "Your ability to cut paper into a horse is considered a profound Taoist technique. At this time, it can produce miraculous effects. But you are not good at Taoism and cannot fully demonstrate the effectiveness of this technique..."

Kiyohara probably understood what he meant and asked, "The real person wants me to pass on your magic?"

Jun Shangli nodded and said, "Yes."

Qingyuan's eyes were slightly condensed. In fact, this Taoist technique that cuts paper into a horse is not a secret transmission of Zixiao Palace. There are also such Taoist techniques outside, and it is not a secret that cannot be passed on. Now it is used to save so many lives. If this Taoist technique is to be passed on, it is also impossible.

However, it is a displeasing thing for the other party to take away the Taoist art he has learned with just one word.

"The art of cutting paper into horses is also considered a profound Taoist technique, and it is only circulated in some immortal Taoist schools." Jun Shangli said calmly: "I will not force myself to take advantage of it. Give me the art of cutting paper into horses, and I will pass on you a book of your own swordsmanship insights."

"Sword Art?" Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, then looked at his white jade ruler, "The one in my hand is the treasure ruler."

"There are many similarities between the ruler and sword techniques."
Chapter completed!