The blood moon hangs high in the Kongtong Secret Realm every night, and the bright moon and clear light of the past have disappeared, but the bright moon is not there, so drinking is still the same.
Nowadays, no one in the city dared to call Qingshan Ke, Xiaoren Chen, even dared to mention it.
If I say it, Chen Jiu doesn't really care, but those drinking friends who have drank with Chen Jiu and think they have some "friendship" will start to fight against injustices, and if they are not good, they will fight.
This kind of thing happened once or twice in the city. At that time, the fight was so loud that a soldier stationed at the top of the city was attracted, and he yelled at several people directly.
"You only know how to fight in the nest?! Why don't you see that you go out of the city to kill monsters like that Chen Jiu?! You are just a few cowards who are afraid of death, shame on you!"
The few monks who made trouble did not dare to move, and let the soldiers scold them.
How dare they fight with monsters? Fighting with monsters is really killing people.
If the monks in the city fought, they would only suffer minor injuries at most.
How can they be compared?
They are not stupid, so they will make this trade-off.
Qingshanke has now become the most well-known figure in the city, and his nickname has also changed. Because of his fondness for drinking and his handsome appearance, he has become the Immortal of Wine.
When Chen Jiu first heard about it, he was stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly rejoiced that it was okay, he didn't call the wine barrel directly, otherwise he would be depressed to death.
However, Chen Jiu has indeed been drinking too much these past few days, and there are always troubles, and he can't see it, but he insists on seeing it.
For example, the monk cherished his life and didn't want to fight. He left spare energy on the battlefield to facilitate his escape, and ended up killing others.
I also said hello, and an acquaintance who had been close to each other passed away, and the death was not good.
The cultivators who were willing to fight with all their strength were constantly killed, both in high and low realms, and the remaining monks, most of them stayed their strength, not thinking about how to resist the monsters, but how to escape.
Therefore, whether the city can be defended or not depends on how many monks are willing to risk their lives to fight. If all of them are dead and none are there, then there is no need to guard at all, and the fish will be defeated.
Some monks also asked loudly, why should they defend the city, retreat directly, hide among the mountains, wait for the blood moon to dissipate, the beast horde recedes in large numbers, and then fight back into the city?
A martial arts monk sneered and dismissed such remarks. Later, there were too many people who asked such questions, and the military monk felt that it was noisy and couldn't stand it, so he sneered and asked back.
"Abandon the city and flee? Then let me ask you, in this blood moon, where is the safe place in the Kongtong secret realm? The monks of the four realms and five realms can protect themselves, but what about the three realms and two realms? It's just for nothing. The monster is full!"
The warrior monk snorted coldly, and said again: "Don't say that you are in the second or third realm, even if the monks in the fourth and fifth realms are accidentally surrounded and killed by high-level monsters, they will die! If the city didn't protect you, what do you think? Can you still say such bastard words here now? I'm afraid they got into the stomach of a monster early!"
Forget it, he said in a cold voice, "Get lost, hurry up, no one in the city will stop you."
The four-veined monks in the city and the monks who are willing to protect the city have already gone to the top of the city, and the rest of this kind of stuff, it is good to get out, so as not to look upset.
Since then, there has been no one in the city who has spoken this word. Just not saying it does not mean that he does not want to, it does not mean that he has no resentment in his heart, and he is not even willing to use his brain to think.
This is the uncertainty of people's hearts.
Fifteen more monks in the five realms of the city died and twenty-seven were seriously injured.
These fifteen people were the most likely to survive, but died extremely young.
When Chen Jiu intercepted and killed a monster once, he saw with his own eyes a five-level monk in the distance who was directly swallowed alive by the monster and dismembered on the spot.
A lot of blood was spilled.
After the Qingshan guest hammered the monster to death, he stood silently on the spot. From now on, he has never returned to the city, fighting all the time.
So what if you die? !
Come again!
The more monsters he kills, the more the golden light on his body will shine.
What a natural demon descendant!
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Shanshui Lang Liuyi, on the fifteenth day of the monster's siege, the small world of his body was shattered, his seven orifices bleed, and he fell down.
Since then, Liu Yi has never been to the top of the city, quietly recovering from his injuries, and has already thought about the way to evacuate.
In terms of killing monsters, Liu Yi is enough, and in terms of dedication, being seriously injured and falling down is completely enough.
Why do you have to die, in order to protect those trash in the city?
It's ridiculous.
So now, he has a clear conscience and just wants to survive.
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Li Yang, a female warrior, killed fifty-seven monsters of the five realms. As a female, she overtook Chen Jiu and became the number one monster killer on her side of the city wall!
The reputation became more and more famous, and some people even wanted to rank the woman as one of the ten people in the city, not the eleventh.
The woman fought for many days, leaving a scar on her face, not big, but slender, because it was not healed enough, it was completely left behind.
Li Yang himself didn't care at all, he drank when he needed to drink, killed monsters when he needed to, he wasn't pretentious at all.
It's just that when others see it, they will inevitably find it ugly, but they really dare not say it, for fear of being taught a lesson by this female warrior.
Once when Li Yang was drinking with all the monks, he smiled openly and said, "Do you think it's ugly to have a scar on my old lady's face, haha, I also think so, so if you have this idea, don't hold back, just say it."
The monks looked at each other, smirked, drank and drank, and didn't talk about it.
A monk who had just arrived was not familiar with it. Seeing the woman so forthright, he took advantage of his drink and said loudly: "That's really not good-looking!"
As soon as the monk finished speaking, there was a sudden silence all around.
He wondered, why did fellow Taoists around him look at him with pity?
No!
He looked at Li Yang again.
The woman was looking at him with squinted eyes and a smile, and asked with a light smile, "It doesn't look good, does it?"
The monk was puzzled and nodded blankly.
So that night, the screams of monks suddenly sounded from the top of the city.
The soldiers stationed at the top of the city were so scared that they thought it was a monster that had come to the top of the city, so they rushed over, but it turned out that the woman was beating the monk.
The soldiers waved their hands, ignoring the monk's cries for help, and just said that it's all right, everyone should leave.
Everyone really thinks that monk is like a fool, telling you to say, you really dare to say, don't you know that women have a needle in their hearts?
Although Li Yang is strong, she is a woman after all.
It is also beautiful.
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After half a decade, the beast tide subsided a little, and there were not so many five-level monsters that came, and it seemed that it was about to subside.
The monk naturally felt a little relieved.
But someone put forward an even more terrifying idea, thinking that the high-level monsters are gathering, waiting to surge up and completely attack the city!
As soon as this statement was made, the people in the city panicked and panicked.
After discussing the council in the four branches of the city, ten five-level monks were sent into the mountains to inquire about the situation.
Three days later, no one returned.
The warlords of all lines looked lonely and sighed. It seems that this conjecture is probably true.
However, the weakening of the beast tide did give the monks in the city a chance to rest, so they didn't have to be as nervous as they used to be.
Even Chen Jiu, who had been fighting all the time, rarely sat down, his fisting intent was so strong that he wanted to ooze out, ordinary monks wanted to drink with him, but they were so oppressed by the fisting intent that they couldn't move.
Chen Jiu himself wondered, this fist seems to be a bit too much, he can't take it back, and the fist seems to be fused with the golden glow, turning golden yellow.
He often looked at this golden fist, and some strange thoughts popped into his head.
Isn't Lao Tzu a Saiyan?
His real name should be Kakaro Jiu.
Thinking of this, he felt a little sad.
When did my hair change color? It's so long, can it look good standing up?
Fortunately, wine can relieve worries. The person who drank with him was a middle-aged monk of the five realms, and he was not too suppressed by the fist.
The middle-aged monk is easy-going and doesn't put on airs. He likes to talk to Chen Jiu about trivial matters, such as which shop has delicious noodles, sprinkled with chopped green onion and coriander, and when served at one end, it is white and fragrant, and it is strong enough.
Chen Jiuyi twitched his lips, "I like suofen."
The middle-aged monk looked stunned for a moment, and explained: "This is not a conflict."
Your rice noodles are delicious, but it doesn't mean that the noodles are not delicious.
Chen Jiu nodded, then shook his head and said, "But it's not as good as the hot pot at the top of the city."
The middle-aged monk agreed with this, and sighed, "If we can defend the city this time, both of us will be safe, and I will definitely invite Brother Chen to eat the hot pot at the top of the city."
Chen Jiu looked happy, and hurriedly said: "Can you lead someone?"
Free hot pot, you have to take Li Xian, that starving ghost.
The middle-aged monk waved his hand, as if he was proud of the world, "Go ahead!"
He must still have some savings!
Chen Jiu smiled happily, and quickly poured wine for the middle-aged monk, "It's easy to say, easy to say, my brother and I can't eat much, just eat as much as we can."
The middle-aged monk frowned and said: "Brother Chen, what are you talking about? I will treat you to dinner, and I will definitely keep you full. If you are not full, you are not allowed to leave, and you must point to expensive places."
Chen Jiu looked at the middle-aged monk with a smile, and clapped his hands, "Brother, with your words, the two of us brothers must open our mouths to eat!"
The middle-aged monk took a sip of wine and laughed, "That's right."
Both are very happy.
If Li Xian knew about it, he would probably be happier.
I'm afraid that the middle-aged monk will be unhappy if he really eats it at that time.
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Li Xian was seriously injured. Knowing that he had a close relationship with the Qingshan guest, the guards at the top of the city did not let the boy go down the city, lest the boy die and the Qingshan guest come to ask him to be held accountable.
Then he, the little supervisor, can't be punched out by the green shirt guy?
The young man had nothing to do, so he wandered around the city every day, carrying a big sword, looking left and right, and finally couldn't be idle, and learned the craft of blacksmithing from the blacksmith.
Every day, I rolled my sleeves, beat my armor, and sweated profusely.
He also specially made a pair of strong armor, using the materials of the city head, bought it with his own money, and didn't wear it, so he kept it and left it for Chen Jiu to use.
When he was alone, he didn't buy wine, and he was extremely frugal in eating. He took the hundreds of rat money he had earned in battle, and carefully put them into a purse in his arms. Chen Jiu went to the city to eat hot pot, and watched the moon and drank wine.
In fact, the young man can't drink alcohol, but he likes to drink with Chen Jiu.
Because Chen Jiu once said to the young man, brother, we just want to drink together, talk nonsense together, look at girls together, and peek at girls taking a shower together.
The boy shook his head at the time, saying that he didn't like to peek at the girl taking a bath.
Chen Jiu was stunned for a moment, and then asked back: "Then you like to watch it openly, to be honest, I like it too, but I'm afraid of being beaten."
The boy shook his head again, "I don't even like it."
Chen Jiu was sitting on the top of the wall at the time, swaying his feet, and said with a smile: "When you meet a girl you like in the future, you will like it."
The young man was ignorant, "What is liking?"
He asked Chen Jiu again, "Do you like that woman who comes to you every day?"
It's about a pretty woman who closes the painting screen.
Under the moonlight, the figure of the guest in green shirt looked lonely, nodded slightly and said: "En."
I like it.
But what if I like it?
There has never been a reason in this world that you like me, and I will like you.
The two love each other, the two love each other.
A blind date is all about matching eyes.
Chen Jiu suddenly smiled, "Don't talk about it, let's go and eat the roasted sweet potatoes in the north of the city. It's so sweet."
The boy nodded in agreement, "It's really sweet, but after eating it, the fart smells bad."
Chen Jiu frowned, and hurriedly put aside the relationship, "But you let it go, it has nothing to do with me."
Li Xian frowned and thought carefully, and finally came to the conclusion that both of them did not let go.
The two looked at each other, and laughed, knowing it well.
At that time, the city was still bright and bright.
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Guan Huaping is usually at the top of the city these days, watching the man in the green shirt nervously, and if there is any danger, he wants to jump down to the top of the city to rescue him immediately.
The woman was followed by two five-level monks who were guarding her. They were both women, and they were quite helpless. Why did my lady fall in love with this green-shirted man.
It's not that this guy in green shirt is not good, on the contrary, he is quite good, so brave.
But this kind of bravery is good for the monks in the city, but not for the young lady.
If one day this man in green shirt is too brave and dies, what should the young lady do?
The majestic young lady of the Ziqi family is willing to die or live for a monk of the five realms. What kind of words does this sound like? After hearing this, the master will probably die of anger.
The two women had just entered Kongtong Secret Realm for about a month, and they were called by the master to protect the lady.
And the master also gave her two great powers, if there is any danger, she can forcibly knock the young lady unconscious to escape the danger.
So if Guan Huaping really jumped down from the top of the city to support Chen Jiu, the two five-realm women would really knock Guan Huaping unconscious and bring him back to the city for resettlement.
Even when the young lady blames her, the matter is always not serious. It is not as serious as the master directly killing her two.
The two women also have hardships, and there is always a choice.
But the two of them often thought, if they only offended the young lady, would they really survive?
Could it be that after leaving this Kongtong secret realm, the young lady turned over the old scores and wanted to kill both of them.
If the lady insists on killing them, the master will definitely not stop them.
What if he killed the young lady in this Kongtong secret realm, and then fled?
Such thoughts were extinguished by the two of them in horror.
Master Ziqimen definitely has Miss Soul Lamp on him, even if Miss dies in this Kongtong secret realm, she can use the Soul Lamp to condense her soul to be reborn, but if she falls to one or two realms, some geniuses and treasures can make up for it.
But the two of them will be chased and killed by a ten-level heavenly and human monk who is famous all over the state!
I'm afraid I will be caught by the master at that time, and death will be a luxury. The monks on the mountain have never had many methods of torture.
There are even monsters that are stitched together with monsters and become human beings, ghosts and ghosts.
The two women often think of these things, and they are sad. They are little people, not only can't help themselves, but also can't help their lives. Even after death, they can't help their souls.
People in the world only know that immortals are romantic, but only immortals are romantic.
The monks like them are just birds in a cage, Liang Xiayan, and watchdogs.