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The weather gradually dimmed, and the battle, which lasted for a day, also came to an end.
Under the shining of the setting sun, the blood-red land, coupled with the mountains and plains full of broken arms and limbs, seemed to bring people into the hell of the pool of blood.
As the victors of the war, there are less than 300 members of the Demon Sect in Central Shu at this moment. Even among the famous Thirteen Demons in Shuzhong, there are only seven left now.
Looking at the few remaining brothers, and then at the remaining disciples in the sect, the Nether Craftsman who was still half-lived, couldn't help but shed tears.
Once the bloody revenge was avenged, it was just that the price paid was a bit too heavy. The main force of the Nine Factions Alliance has been wiped out, but the enemy's remaining strength is still not small.
According to the current situation, it is estimated that the remnants of the enemy have been cleaned up, and there are not many people left in the Demon Sect in Sichuan.
However, no one said to give up. The Demon Cult in Sichuan itself was born for hatred, and it is no big deal to die for hatred now.
None of the thirteen demons in Sichuan were ambitious. Although the scene in front of them made them cry, but for the congregation who were burdened with blood and deep vengeance, it might be a relief to die on the road to revenge.
The only ones who felt uncomfortable were probably the three military divisions. According to their prior arrangements, as long as they leave a way for the enemy to escape, the Sichuan Demon Cult will not suffer such heavy losses at all.
It's a pity that the Thirteen Devils, who have been dazzled by hatred, can only seek "revenge" from the enemy, and they are not willing to leave a chance for the enemy at all.
Cut off the back road, the Nine Factions Alliance can only fight to the end. Although they are not as desperate as the Demon Sect in Central Sichuan, they will drag people to be buried with them if they are in a hurry.
The end of both sides suffered a loss, and the plan of the three of them to rely on the power of the Demon Cult in Sichuan to stir up the world's situation went bankrupt.
Without the stimulation of hatred, without ambition, such a Demon Cult in Central Sichuan would be at best a corner, unable to bear the important task of changing the dynasty.
For the three people who want to make trouble, such a Shuzhong Demon Sect is a waste. However, no matter how useless the Demon Sect in Central Shu was, it provided them with shelter.
Because of the previous grievances, they formed a blood feud with the Nine Factions Alliance, and now they are not only facing the pursuit of the court, but also the pursuit of the famous and decent families.
"Grand Master, now is not the time to be sad. In order to avoid long nights and dreams, we should collect the bones of the brothers as soon as possible, and then destroy the lairs of the remaining factions.
The alliance of nine factions is deeply rooted, and we must not give them a chance to recover, lest all previous efforts be wasted. "
Glancing at his military adviser, Nether Craftsman nodded: "Well, just do as the military adviser wants!"
From a simple sentence, it can be known that the Nether Craftsman has no fighting spirit now. Compared with the famous leader of the Demon Cult, he is now more like an old man in his dying years
Huashan Bamboo Forest Courtyard, with the return of the Huashan Seven Sons, has become lively again.
Today is different from the past. With the passage of time, the new generation of Huashan School has grown up, and the important task of sitting in Fujian has been taken over by the younger generation.
As a representative of the older generation, the oldest of the Huashan Seven Sons is about to pass the 90th birthday, and the youngest is also approaching the 80th birthday, long past the age of wandering the rivers and lakes.
After reading the letter in his hand and looking at the group of uninvited guests from Emei, Zhou Qingyun frowned even more ugly.
When people get old, it is easy to miss the past. After so many years of ups and downs, many friends from the rivers and lakes of the same generation have long since died.
It was a sad thing to suddenly receive the sad news of the passing of an old friend, and seeing the crooked successors of the old friend, Zhou Qingyun's mood was even more uncomfortable.
With Zhou Qingyun's current status, it is easy to help them rebuild Emei, but after the restoration of Emei, will the group in front of them be able to hold on?
Jianghu is a world where the weak prey on the strong, and the essence of all problems is to use "strength" to speak in the end.
Relying on the help of outsiders can help you for a while, but not for a lifetime.
Judging from the perspective of Zhou Qingyun who has lived most of his life, none of the Emei disciples in front of him can be a leader.
If it is purely weak in cultivation, it can be improved slowly; but if the brain is not enough and the sense of responsibility is lacking, then there is no way.
"I understand what your master means. For the sake of old friends, I will support you in rebuilding the Emei School at the right time.
It's just that the Emei faction is also a well-known faction in the Jianghu. With your little martial arts, it's pure.The morning class of the Emei School has gradually become a memory.
Glancing at the girl, Linghu Chong said angrily: "Junior Sister, don't complain. You think it's easy to be the number one school in the world, but if the rules are not strict, how can the Huashan School be able to produce talents in large numbers?
Master entrusted us with the heavy task of rebuilding Emei, and we will work hard together in the future to strive to break through to the first-class level as soon as possible. "
? What is said is what is said, and what is done is what is done. How can Linghu Chong calm down without restraint?
Especially there is no wine on this Huashan Mountain!
?Since the senior officials of the Huashan School became obsessed with cultivating Taoism, Huashan disciples ushered in the strictest alcohol prohibition. No big Huashan pie can't find a drop of wine.
How can the young hero Linghu, who claims to be a master of wine, endure this?
In less than three days, Linghu Chong, who could not stand the ravages of alcohol addiction, went down Huashan. He was about to enter the restaurant to satisfy his hunger, but his shriveled pockets restrained his progress.
Linghu Chong still couldn't do it even if the famous disciples ate Bawang wine. Especially since he is still a guest now, if a dispute arises and Huashan disciples see him, he will be ashamed to face others.
Watching the guests coming and going drinking, Linghu Chong licked his tongue, and was about to turn around and leave when he heard a voice behind him: "Since my friend is here, why don't you come in and have a drink?"
Looking in the direction of the sound, a man in his fifties or sixties was drinking heavily with a bowl.
Poor vanity forced Linghu Chong to calm down. He cupped his hands at the man and said, "Thank you for your friend's kindness. Linghu Chong has something important to do, so it's really inconvenient for me to stay."
However, how can such a blunt refusal be hidden from the eyes of the old Jianghu. The bearded man pointed at the wine jar, laughed loudly and said, "So you are Linghu Chong, what a pity, what a pity!"
It seems to be regretful, but it is actually exciting. The old Jianghu could see the trick at a glance, but Linghu Chong, who was a wine worm, didn't think so much at all.
Immediately responded: "What's the pity? I, Linghu Chong, have acted righteously and done well, and I have no regrets in my heart!"
The big bearded man laughed even harder, and after a while he said: "What a shameless man, just for this one sentence, it's a big deal!"
After finishing speaking, he filled a bowl for himself and drank it all in one gulp. Immediately afterwards, another bowl was added, with a slight movement of the thumb and forefinger, the bowl full of wine flew towards Linghu Chong in a steady manner.
At this moment, Linghu Chong, who was a drunkard, had completely forgotten the previous unhappiness, and took the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
Immediately afterwards, without mentioning the matter of leaving, he immediately walked to the opposite side of the bearded man, sat down on his buttocks, and cupped his hands at the other party:
"Thank you, brother, for the wine. Linghu Chong thanked you here!"
As if Linghu Chong was settled, the bearded man didn't talk nonsense, he directly filled two bowls of wine, and said carelessly: "Come on, drink another bowl of wine!"
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