Han Yong stood blankly in the city, his burning gaze closely following two figures, one yellow and one blue.

The two of them were like a magic needle that stabilized the sea, preventing the raging cavalry from making an inch of progress.

However, these two people prevented thousands and tens of thousands of grassland barbarians from taking a single step beyond the line. What a miraculous power, what a mighty force!

He suddenly recalled a few lines his teacher had taught him when he was a child: With a feather fan and a blue silk scarf, in the midst of laughter and conversation, the masts, oars and sails were reduced to ashes.

He didn't remember who the author of this poem was, but he vaguely remembered that the author wrote the poem to praise the achievements of a sage in the previous dynasty.

Han Yong was not a good student, and he thought he had forgotten this phrase long ago.

But at this moment, long-lost memories suddenly revived, and he felt that this word was the most appropriate to describe these two people.

Han Yong's scalp felt numb and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably. He held his breath and looked at the two figures with an extremely hot gaze.

Han Yong never believed that there were gods in this world.

The talk of gods and immortals is all illusory. Instead of praying to gods and Buddhas, it is better to rely on yourself.

Moreover, if there really are gods in this world, then why do good people not live long, while evil people who do all kinds of bad things have a smooth life?

But today, Han Yong saw a god.

If gods really exist, then this must be what they look like.

Just now, he was completely desperate. He was not afraid of death. His life was worthless, and his only concern was the hundreds of thousands of people in Beihuang City.

Han Yong knew what would happen after the barbarians entered the city.

He saw it with his own eyes.

Every year around the autumn harvest, the barbarians would go to some small towns near the Northern Wilderness to beg for food. The garrison Han Yong was in would always arrive late, and every time they could only sigh silently at the corpses piled on the roadside and the wheat fields as clean as fallen leaves blown by the wind, amid the deafening cries of the people.

Even among the surviving people, many could not survive the winter. Due to the lack of food and heavy taxes, many people could not survive even if they had to sell their children. In order to avoid being locked up by the government, many people had to sell their land at a low price and their families became slaves.

In troubled times, human lives are as worthless as grass, and will fall down at the slightest breeze.

When he thought about how Beihuang City would be ravaged by the barbarians after his death, he was filled with hatred and died with his eyes open.

If there really are Bodhisattvas, if gods and Buddhas really have eyes, why don't they come down to earth to save the people? Why don't they punish the wicked, eliminate the evil, and bring peace and prosperity to the world?

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering, hahahahahaha…

If you really exist, come out!

Come out and let me see!

Save your believers from hell!

It was as if there really were gods and Buddhas in the dark who heard the cry in his heart. The next moment, divine light descended from the sky, and two figures gradually emerged from the rolling dust and smoke.

After dispelling the mist of history, the gods awakened from the ancient legends and stepped onto the battlefield of blood and fire, just as they proudly walked across the sky in the past.

The closest to him was a Taoist priest in blue. He was noble, graceful as a startled swan, and agile as a startled dragon. The cold sword in his hand killed people invisibly, and the sword light penetrated the armor of the barbarians like cutting tofu, and easily killed the barbarians who climbed up the wall and fell to the ground.

However, what impressed Han Yong the most and shocked him the most was the yellow-robed monk at the foot of the city.

Han Yong couldn't see his expression because of the high city walls and the endless stream of barbarian cavalry. But in the noisy sounds of fighting and the rolling smoke, he caught a glimpse of the monk inadvertently looking behind him from afar, and his heart was moved by the pair of glazed eyes that were shimmering with golden light and divine light.

Han Yong didn't know much about Buddhism, but he knew the Zen saying "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda." Buddhism emphasizes compassion and forbids killing.

However, the monk at the city gate wore a compassionate smile, but he was actually doing Shura things. The demon-subduing pestle was originally a magical tool for beheading demons, but in the hands of the young monk it became a weapon of slaughter.

The young monk walked through the surging crowd like a leisurely stroll in the garden, and his demon-subduing pestle fluttered in the crowd like a butterfly. Wherever he went, the barbarians fell silently, like wheat straw in autumn. A few drops of blood splashed on his face, stained his flawless jade-like face with a ghostly look.

Rather than a one-sided massacre, this scene was more like an exquisite dance.

But such behavior is totally different from that of a compassionate Buddhist disciple. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a demon that has fallen into hell.

Han Yong heard his comrades beside him gasp and whisper, "...The Bodhisattva has appeared..."

Yes, they came here in response to the call of his heart, gods.

Gods really exist.

Daliang is truly destined to be the country, blessed by all the gods and Buddhas, and will prosper for thousands of years!

Han Yong stared at the Taoist and monk's unwavering backs, his eyes pious and calm, his heart filled with a heavy sense of security.

They kill in order to protect.

So Han Yong didn't feel scared, he just felt his blood boiling and his heart was excited.

With the two immortals here, the Northern Wilderness will be safe and secure.

They are the patron saints of the Northern Wilderness and are gods truly worthy of Han Yong's faith.

A faint noisy voice floated to his ears along the wind:

"God has eyes, God has eyes, we are saved!"

"Dad, Mom, Bodhisattva, it's the Bodhisattva appearing!"

"Hahahahahaha, what a relief! It's retribution, this is all retribution!"

"Kill, kill all the barbarians, let these beasts pay with blood!"

"I don't know where they came from. I'm going to set up a tablet to worship them later..."

Han Yong was startled for a moment. He walked a few steps in the direction of the sound, then lay on the top of the wall and looked down. He then discovered that since some time ago, a group of scattered people had gathered at the foot of the wall, peeking outside the city gate and excitedly discussing the situation outside the city gate.

They are men and women, old and young, but they all have the same gaze.

They followed the backs of the two immortals with burning gazes. Their faces covered with frost and despair reflected the rarest hope in these uncertain and turbulent times.

Hearing a low sob, Han Yong turned his head in surprise and found that it was his comrades who were crying. Even just now, when they all thought they would die for the city, they did not cry. But at this moment, these bearded men were in tears and their bodies were shaking.

Han Yong pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed hoarsely: "A bunch of grown men crying like this, isn't it shameful..."

"Don't laugh at us. You are crying too..."

Han Yong touched his face and realized that he had been crying without realizing it.

"I didn't cry...it's just that there was sand in my eyes."

He laughed loudly: "It's really exciting. I can see the immortal guarding the city gate with my own eyes in my lifetime. It's worth it. It's enough for me to brag about it for the rest of my life."

Even though he knew that the immortals would not pay any attention to a small figure like him, he still knelt down sincerely and kowtowed three times to the two men who had fought bloody battles with their enemies, "Thank you, Immortal, for saving the people of the Northern Wilderness!"

Han Yong's action seemed to have turned on a switch. The same kowtow sounded one after another all around. Han Yong looked up and saw only a black sky. Enthusiastic shouts rang out from all directions, converging into an overwhelming cheer:

"God bless Beihuang! God bless Daliang!"

"We are the great China, and we are not afraid of the invasion of barbarians!"

The blue-robed Taoist priest standing on the wall watching the battle turned around and looked around, muttering softly: "...Heaven and earth are not kind, but I am selfish."

Han Yong was slightly startled, feeling something strange.

Before he could think deeply, he saw the Taoist priest holding the sword in both hands and slightly tilting his head to look in their direction, "I'm going to go down to help. Can you hold on here?"

"nature!"

"Please rest assured, Immortal!"

Han Yong wiped his face fiercely and said hurriedly, "Go ahead, Immortal! I will make sure these few barbarians never come back!"

To be honest, all the firepower of the barbarians is now concentrated on the city gate that was attacked and opened, and no barbarians tried to set up ladders here on the city wall.

The Taoist priest in blue nodded slightly when he heard this, then floated from the top of the wall to the yellow-robed monk guarding the city gate. Without any words, the two exchanged glances tacitly, and then the yellow-robed monk retreated to the city gate, leaving the Taoist priest in blue to face the barbarian cavalry.

If the battle of the yellow-robed monk just now was as exquisite as a dance, then the battle of the blue-robed Taoist priest did not have so many fancy moves. He just repeated the simple action of raising the sword and slashing horizontally, killing people with the most simple and mechanical movements, but it could bring more intense fear and shock.

But what surprised Han Yong was that in the face of such overwhelming power of the immortals, the barbarian soldiers still poured up in one after another, as if they were rushing to die.

Aren't they afraid?

With so many comrades killed in battle, even if the army is not fleeing, it must be panic-stricken and the morale of the army is in chaos! How can they organize attacks again and again with such rationality and calmness as they are now?

Are all the barbarian soldiers brave and fearless warriors?

Even if the soldiers were brave warriors who strictly followed military orders, was the commander so reckless? If they didn't retreat, tens of thousands of barbarian soldiers would be wiped out here! Could the grassland king's tent accept such a tragic loss?

Han Yong felt his heart beat fast and he felt weak. The barbarian soldiers in front of him could only attack repeatedly, as if they had no emotions. It was too strange. Han Yong felt a chill on his back, and he felt that he was completely alien from them.

...Are they still human?

After the two immortals killed hundreds of people and the corpses were piled up on both sides of the city gate, the barbarians finally stopped their attack. The scene fell into a strange stillness for a while, but under the stillness, it seemed as if there were undercurrents brewing.

Han Yong felt as if something was stuck in his heart, his eyelids were twitching and he felt inexplicably panicked.

He always felt that something was about to happen.

Then, something changed suddenly, and a voice suddenly came from the sky: "Who did I think you were? You are just two little kids who have just established their foundation. How dare you be so arrogant? You are unlucky to meet me today. Prepare to die!"

Han Yong looked up suddenly and saw a middle-aged man in a purple robe floating in the air on an object that looked like a lampstand.

He is also an immortal!

Is it...an enemy?

No wonder he looks so shifty, he is really not a good person!

Han Yong almost immediately felt disgusted with the man in purple robe.

Thinking of what the man in purple robe had just said, Han Yong couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Although he knew that the two immortals had extraordinary powers, the purple-robed man was so arrogant just now...

Can the immortals guarding the city defeat the man in purple robes?

“Is this also an immortal?”

"What kind of immortal is he who is in league with the barbarians? He might be an evil demon from somewhere!"

"Oh no! This is bad. I wonder if the two immortals can win?"

"Hey, look at what you said. We have two immortals here, and there is only one purple-robed man. Two against one, we can win no matter how we fight!"

Han Yong felt relieved immediately.

That's right, he was worrying for nothing. No matter how you look at it, they have the advantage!

…

Su Jian raised his eyes and stared at the arrogant purple-robed man in the sky. He moved the tip of his sword slightly and aimed at the purple-robed man's chest. His face was calm. "If that's the case, then you can give it a try."

Elder Yang reminded him in his sea of consciousness: "This is a Nascent Soul stage demon. You are just building your foundation now. You are no match for him! You are courting death!"

Lu Qingling's face turned pale and she shouted, "Su Jian, run! Are you crazy? You are no match for him!"

But all she got in response was two determined backs.

Her boy said, there are always some things that you know are impossible to do but still do them.

Her boy said that there was a city behind him, so he couldn't retreat.

The yellow-robed monk also stopped smiling for the first time, his eyes showed a solemn and murderous look, and he looked a little scary.

The monk asked her to take a good look.

"If in the end, you still can't find the answer why we are willing to defend the city," the monk glanced at her, his eyes as cold as water, "then we can only say that we have different opinions and cannot work together."

With a kind of unwillingness that she herself didn't understand, Lu Qingling did not leave. She quietly and seriously watched every move on the battlefield.

She saw her boy wielding the sword to resist the attack of the purple-robed Taoist priest.

She saw the boy being knocked to the ground, blood oozing from his chest.

She saw the shadow of Buddha behind the yellow-robed monk and the Buddha's light shining everywhere.

Seeing the monk’s Buddha light shattered, he shed tears of blood and coughed up blood.

She saw a huge black dog appear out of nowhere and soar into the sky, just like the celestial dog that escaped from the moon in mythology.

Seeing the black dog growling angrily, it was unable to do anything to the Taoist priest in purple robe.

She saw the Taoist in purple robe standing in mid-air, looking down at the two people, with a look of contempt on his face, and he was being sarcastic to the extreme.

I heard the unwilling shouts and whimpering cries of the onlookers.

She saw the two men covered in blood, being beaten into the dust again and again by the purple-robed Taoist priest. They were covered in wounds and looked miserable, like two funny loaches. There was no longer the bright and beautiful first meeting between them, which was unparalleled in the world.

even so……

even so!

But they stood up again and again!

Then he launched charge again and again at the arrogant and seemingly invincible purple-robed Taoist priest!

“Bodhi Buddha Fruit, Tianyi Dao Sword…” The purple-robed man frowned, “So you are Buddha’s sons and Dao’s seeds. No wonder you have lasted so long under this old man… But a dead genius is not a genius! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha, to be able to kill Buddha’s sons and Dao’s seeds in one fell swoop, God bless our clan!”

He summoned his natal sword, intending to give the two men a fatal blow without holding back, but when he met those two bright and determined eyes, he suddenly changed his mind.

"I suddenly have a good idea." The purple-robed man turned his eyes to the tower, his eyes were filled with despicable cruelty, and he grinned: "I will kill all the humans in this city, and you can only watch and do nothing."

He gently waved the sword, and with a loud bang, a corner of the city wall was cut off, and several guarding soldiers were split in half!

He laughed strangely and said, "Don't blame me, this is all their fault. If they hadn't interfered, you could have survived."

Lu Qingling was stunned by the purple-robed man's confusing right and wrong statement!

Although she also thought it was ridiculous that Le Jing and Su Jian chose to defend the city, the people of Beihuang City were the only ones who had no right to criticize them!

They could have been indifferent and had a bright future.

But they stood up and did it despite knowing it was impossible.

Although she didn't know why they did that, the people of Beihuang City benefited from it and were protected.

As a bystander, Lu Qingling understood this, but could those mortals understand this? Could those weak, stupid, cowardly, selfish, treacherous... mortals understand this?

For a moment, she began to feel sad for Le Jing and Su Jian.

They wanted to protect Beihuang City so sincerely. How desperate and sad they would be if they were slandered and hated by the very mortals they wanted to protect.

"Bullshit! I have eyes, and you old yellow-haired devil are just spreading rumors!"

"Damn it! Fuck God! You don't want me to live, but I'm going to live just to show you!"

"Wait a moment, my two warriors. I am here to lend a helping hand!"

"I lost a bowl-sized scar on my head, but eighteen years later I'm a brave man again!"

"I am not the coward who is afraid of death!"

"If the city survives, the people will live. If the city is destroyed, the people will die!"

Lu Qingling turned around in shock and saw a dozen men rushing down from the city wall.

They are ignorant of magic and are weak, stupid, cowardly, selfish, treacherous... mortals.

But they held their heads high, their swords and spears gleaming coldly, and they laughed loudly. Only one heroic shout could be heard between heaven and earth:

"kill!"

In this world, there are people who are unwilling to be slaves.

Lu Qingling's vision became increasingly blurred, and her eyes slowly became dizzy, until only the dozen or so figures that stood tall and went away without returning were left.

So weak, so brave.

Then the next moment, twelve heads fell to the ground at the same time.

Even Lu Qingling, who was used to the smell of blood, found the smell of blood at this moment particularly disgusting.

But this is just the beginning.

Wave after wave of men, wave after wave of fathers, sons, and husbands, rushed out holding spears, machetes, rakes, hoes and other weapons in their hands.

Through her tearful eyes, she seemed to meet a pair of eyes as bright as cold stars. The young monk's clear voice rang out from her chaotic mind: "Do you understand the answer?"

The purple-robed Taoist waved his sleeves and laughed contemptuously: "You overestimate your own abilities!"

“I don’t understand.” Lu Qingling rushed in front of everyone and swung her sword to block the attack of the purple-robed man at the critical moment. She turned her back to everyone and muttered to herself, “I just don’t understand why you are so arrogant!” She clenched the sword in her hand, her eyes red, staring at the purple-robed man viciously. She didn’t look like a beautiful fairy at all, but a tyrant who was blood-thirsty on the battlefield. “But I don’t allow you to kill them!”

The girl said, "I won't let you kill them."

"A nobody like you has no right to kill a hero."

Behind him, in Beihuang City, everyone shared a common hatred and a strong ambition.

As the saying goes, the whole city is in danger of national crisis.