In the mountains and forests, on the trail.
Two figures, one green and one green, pulled out a series of phantoms, like mountain spirits and wild monsters, which frightened the woodcutter who fell to the ground and sweated coldly.
Sweat dripped from Bi Yusheng's forehead. He stopped, stretched out his hand to support a tree trunk, and smiled bitterly at Li Zhige, who had a calm face beside him, and said, "No more, no more. You are like a god now. Devil, I am just an ordinary person, how can I compete with you?"
Li Zhige showed a smile on his face and praised, "Brother Bi, your leg skills for traveling thousands of miles are second to none in the world. In terms of lightness and footwork alone, Li may not be able to beat you, but Li The victory lies in longer physical strength.”
Bi Yusheng waved his hand and rolled his eyes.
He didn't believe a word of Li Zhige's praise.
It's not that he is arrogant, but in terms of lightness, no one in the entire martial arts world can beat him. But Brother Li next to him has to be excluded, because he is not a human at all.
Seeing that Bi Yusheng didn't believe it, Li Zhige didn't explain much.
In fact, Li Zhige didn't lie. Merely comparing Qinggong, Lingbo Weibu is not necessarily more exquisite than Biyusheng's Thousand Miles Speed.
It's just that Li Zhige didn't use magic power. If he used magic power, Lingbo Weibu would be more than just a light martial art. That would be unfair to Bi Yusheng, because Bi Yusheng only has true energy in his body and no magic power.
In order to reach the Central Plains as quickly as possible, Bi Yusheng proposed to compete in Qinggong, and Li Zhige took advantage of the situation and agreed.
In fact, at Li Zhige's current state, Qinggong is no longer useful. He can completely control the wind, and even soar into the clouds and mist, possessing a somewhat immortal air.
After taking a look at the sky and then at the town in the distance, Bi Yusheng exhaled a breath, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and complained to Li Zhige, "Brother Li, I can't walk anymore, let me rest for a while. Today We will spend the night in the mountains and forests, with jackals, tigers and leopards. It’s a pity that we won’t be able to take a hot bath or eat a hot meal tonight.”
Li Zhige stretched out his hand, picked up the collar of Bi Yusheng's neck like a chicken, and chuckled, "Brother Bi can't walk anymore, then I'll take you for a ride."
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew, and Li Zhige took Biyusheng into the air. When Li Zhige rose into the air, clouds and mist gathered at Li Zhige's feet, and Li Zhige moved quickly towards the town. .
Bi Yusheng was held by Li Zhige's collar, feeling the strong wind blowing on his face, looking at the clouds and mist around him, and then looking down at the shrinking mountains on the ground. Bi Yusheng was not panicked at all, his face turned dark. He scolded Li Zhige, "Why didn't you tell me earlier if you knew this? After traveling thousands of miles from Shu to the Central Plains, my energy is almost exhausted!"
Li Zhige stepped on the clouds and mist, admiring the shrinking mountains, rivers and land beneath his feet, and said with a careless smile, "It was you who said you should try Qinggong."
Bi Yusheng's expression froze, and he shut up in frustration.
Soon, Bi Yusheng calmed down and began to seriously experience the feeling of flying. There are very few martial artists like them who are not good at Qinggong. But Qinggong is Qinggong, and flying is flying. These are two completely different concepts.
A person with good Qinggong skills can jump several feet high, and can fly over a short distance of more than ten feet with a breath of Qi.
Bi Yusheng's Qinggong is undoubtedly the best in the world. He can leap from one hilltop to another with a long breath of Qi. He can even walk on the water for a short distance, but flying in the clouds and mist for dozens or hundreds of miles, this is It can't be done with Qinggong.
Under the setting sun, Li Zhige led Bi Yusheng over several mountains and landed outside a quiet town.
It's a peaceful town, and even though it's getting dark, the air is still hot.
The flowers, plants and trees on the roadside showed signs of withering, the river outside the town dried up and exposed the river bed, and the sky above the town was dry, with no water vapor at all.
Li Zhige and Bi Yusheng stood outside the town, both of them looking unhappy.
An old farmer with a stooped body and ravines on his face passed by Li Zhige and Bi Yusheng with a hoe. He looked up at the setting sun in the sky and sighed, "What's going on this year? It's still the season for growing awns, what a horrible weather." It’s hotter than the dog days of summer.”
"The crops in the fields are almost withered. I'm afraid this year will be a harvestless year. I don't know if I can survive this year with my old bones."
The old farmer glanced at Li Zhige and Bi Yusheng, sighed deeply, shook his head and walked into the town.
Li Zhige and Bi Yusheng looked at each other, their expressions a little more ugly.
Bi Yusheng frowned slightly and spoke to Li Zhige in a solemn tone, "This is still hundreds of miles away from Shangguan Fort. Even here has been affected. You can imagine the state of the people around Shangguan Fort."
Li Zhige's eyes were calm and he did not enter the town. He turned and walked into the distance and said softly, "Brother Bi, we will not rest tonight."
Bi Yusheng nodded, and he followed Li Zhige, his face extremely ugly, and his eyes even showed a bit of murderous intent.
If any outsiders saw Biyusheng like this, they would definitely be surprised.
Because Mr. Bi, who has always been known for being gentle and elegant, is actually angry!
Leaving the town and heading towards Shangguan Fort, the further forward, the more murderous look in Bi Yusheng's eyes, and the deeper in Li Zhige's eyes.
The closer to Shangguan Fort, the higher the temperature and the hotter the air.
Walking to Jizhou City, a hundred miles away from Shangguan Fort, the moat outside the city has completely dried up, there is no vegetation on the road, the hot ground is steaming, the air is severely distorted, and it feels like your lungs are burning if you take a breath.
The sky was red, and the clouds looked like they were soaked in blood, with a hint of black air.
In Jizhou City, the bluestone floor is hot for your feet. No people can be seen on the streets. You can only see some homeless beggars and refugees hiding under the eaves. Their clothes are half open, and their whole bodies exude a sour smell. The sweat is dry and wet. After drying, the coarse white grain crystals on the clothes are conspicuous.
As far as the eye can see, beggars and refugees lying under the eaves unable to fan themselves are emaciated, and low and painful moans can be heard one after another.
There were children and old people who couldn't stand the heat. Their bodies were left on the roadside, with plump white maggots crawling on the rotten flesh. The stench was overwhelming.
The prosperous city of Jizhou has turned into a furnace of flames and a purgatory on earth.
Standing in this hell on earth, both Li Zhige and Bi Yusheng fell into silence.
The world of martial arts has always been bloody and cruel. But blood and cruelty are only for Jianghu people and have nothing to do with the common people. But right now, it is innocent civilians who are suffering.
Li Zhige didn't speak, and Bi Yusheng didn't speak either. The two stood in Jizhou City and turned to look at Shangguan Fort, a hundred miles away. That direction was dyed with a layer of red light.
In the quiet dead city, a graceful girl wearing a pink dress with a haggard face was walking on the street. She was holding a basin of water in her hand and her eyes were painful as she walked towards the beggars and refugees moaning in pain under the eaves.
Behind the girl, followed a man wearing a moon-white robe, with a crescent moon crown on his head. He held a sword in one hand and a bucket in the other. He looked at the girl with unbearable eyes and said, "Miss, forget it. I have to die so much every day." There are so many people that we can’t save with just the little water we have. Besides, we have to go back and forth to ancient springs in the mountains every day. If this continues, I’m afraid we’ll die from exhaustion in a few days.”
The girl turned her head, looked at the man with a painful expression, and said in a hoarse voice, "Uncle Yue, I understand everything you said. But all this is caused by my father. As my father's daughter, I can't just watch these innocent people die. ”
"Uncle Yue, we can't leave. These are living human lives. Every one you save counts."
Seeing that the once prosperous city of Jizhou had turned into a dead city, Yue Sha shook his head and sighed, "What a complete Jizhou city. Those who can move have already moved with their families, and the rest who can't move, even if we help How long can they hold on to delivering water? What a sin!"
Shangguan Feiyan was carrying a basin of water. She was frail and walked along the street with a painful expression. Whenever she met a beggar refugee hiding under the eaves, she would come forward and give him a bowl of water.
Shangguan Feiyan was unwilling to leave Jizhou. She wanted to do something to atone for her father's sins. Even though she knew that it was in vain and could not save these people, she still had to do it because it would make her feel more at ease.
Suddenly, Shangguan Feiyan stopped and looked at the two figures, one green and one green, standing on the street.
Yue Sha also stopped and his face suddenly turned pale. He drew his sword out of its sheath and said in a trembling voice to Shangguan Feiyan, "Li Zhige! Biyusheng! It's Li Zhige and Biyusheng! Miss, hurry up, you Go quickly! I'll delay you for a moment, don't look back!"
