Chapter 298: Fire the cannon and blow up his mother. I, the rat, want to go home!
Human race Central Plains.
Be prepared for battle at any time.
Ying Wuji did not hide the strength of the demon clan. Everyone knew that this would be an extremely brutal battle.
But they were not afraid at all.
Because they felt that they were also terribly strong, and the thing called cannon in the dream was really powerful enough to make people's scalps numb. At first, some people thought that this thing was something that Ying Wuji made up in his dream in order to appease people's hearts.
But later, I heard many soldiers say that they were the first batch of artillerymen. When defending Licheng, they used artillery to repel the elite troops led by Ji Su. Although the artillery at that time was not as powerful as the one in the dream, it was definitely a powerful weapon on the battlefield.
This made them extremely excited.
Of course, this news did not spread and was kept secret from most people.
Because all gunners are trained in secret, not only is the confidentiality level high, but the number of people is not that large.
Confidence in everything.
All come from fists.
And their fighting spirit.
In addition to coming from fists, it also comes from a belief.
This time they were not fighting for the nobility, but for their own lives.
And Ying Wuji said so.
The human race is a community with a shared future, and he will stand at the forefront of the human race.
"Morale is really good..."
Hua Chao stood on the city wall, looking somewhat touched.
Seventeen years had not left many traces on her face, and she looked just like when she had just met Ying Wuji.
After all, she has done nothing these years except studying the art of painting.
For a cultivator, it is not difficult to maintain one's youth for decades as long as one does not engage in overdraft training or fighting. It is a pity that as long as one is a combat unit, it is impossible to avoid overdraft at all. One may even feel that one's overdraft is not severe enough and cannot squeeze out one's potential at the fastest speed.
Otherwise, it would not have been possible for Gan Chu to have been thinking about Zhao's Zhuanxu Blood Burning Technique for so long. Even the members of the Zhao clan were extremely eager for this secret technique.
Non-combat units... yes, there are, but not many, and they used to be mainly concentrated on the male members of the Li family.
After all, the human race in the Central Plains does not keep idle people.
"Not bad?"
Ying Wuji had a hint of satisfaction on his face: "The demons want to take their land and their lives, who would be willing to do that?"
Hua Chao pursed her lips and said nothing. She just looked at Ying Wuji tenderly and gently stroked the paintbrush at her waist.
She hoped that Luo Yan could also see this prosperous era.
Ying Wuji held her hand and said, "Let's go!"
"Um!"
She nodded, let Ying Wuji hold her hand, and leaped into the sky.
Take a step forward.
The world was spinning.
The next moment, it appeared in the sky above a deep mountain.
This place is located to the east of the original Di Kingdom territory, not far from the demon realm. It has dense mountains and forests and rugged terrain. It is not very suitable for urban development, but it is very suitable for meditation and seclusion.
In the mountains and forests, there is an ancient Taoist temple standing quietly.
Not large in scale.
Even if the house is fully populated, there are only a few dozen people.
Now it is even more empty and looks a bit desolate.
The setting sun is slanting.
The fallen leaves are golden.
The broom rustled as it brushed the ground, gathering the fallen leaves into a pile.
The man holding the broom was a hunchbacked old man with sparse gray hair.
He is already in his twilight years.
He raised his head and looked at the sky with his slightly cloudy eyes.
He called softly, "Come down!"
Two figures fell from the sky.
Ying Wuji and Hua Chao bowed together: "Great-great-grandson Ying Wuji and his wife pay homage to their great-great-grandfather..."
The person they wanted to meet was no one else.
It was the old elder of the Bai family and also the head of the Yang Zhu lineage - Bai Xuan.
Ying Wuji had always wanted to visit her before, so he asked Wu Shuangxu, the nominal grandmother, but Wu Shuangxu just said that the time was not right and she would notify him when the time came.
Although it was not difficult to find Bai Xuan with Ying Wuji's means, it was still a bit presumptuous after all.
Fortunately, just yesterday, Wu Shuangxu took the initiative to come to the door and said that the old elder’s time was up, and that if Ying Wuji wanted to visit, he could come within ten days.
"Since you have become a monk, you do not need to use worldly seniority."
Bai Xuan waved his hand with a kind smile on his face. Apart from his peaceful temperament, he looked no different from an ordinary old man. "Since you are Zhao Ning's husband, you can just follow her and call me Master!"
Ying Wuji: “…”
Regarding the fact that my wife is my grandmother's generation...
After Bai Xuan finished speaking, his gaze shifted to Hua Chao, his expression haggard and dazed.
Then, he leaned the broom against the tree.
He put his hands behind his back and walked slowly into the house: "Come on! Let's drink porridge together."
After a moment.
A table.
Three bowls of porridge.
The three of them sucked slowly.
Bai Xuan raised his head: "You came as early as I thought."
Ying Wuji was a little ashamed: "There are too many things that I need the old elder to explain."
“This puzzle is beyond my ability to resolve!”
Bai Xuan sighed softly: "If this puzzle was so easy to solve, Qing Yi would not have committed suicide, and I would not have delayed becoming a saint until my death."
Ying Wuji suddenly realized.
He had heard some rumors a long time ago that although the old elder was the helmsman of the Yang Zhu lineage, he had not entered the realm of a saint.
But logically speaking, a big shot who can cultivate such great magical powers as Tianyan Divine Art cannot be unable to master the three magical powers. And based on Bai Xuan's experience, it is almost impossible that he cannot become a saint because of his state of mind.
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