Volume 10 Chapter 47

Under the command of several battle flags on the high ground, the Yunqin army that surrounded the painters was also making rapid adjustments. Several cavalry began to intersperse in the peripheral streets.

Suddenly, one of the army's observation guards' pupils shrank, and the first one understood the intention of the painter's sudden move towards that position.

He saw three children in rags.

This street is about to be demolished. The residents have moved out Children of ordinary people, even if they will appear here to play, their clothes will not be so ragged.

So this should be three little beggars who are homeless and temporarily borrow here to shelter themselves from the wind and rain.

Although Yunqin was strong and powerful, most people were full and could afford white rice noodles, but it was also the majority of people. Some poor people suffered some accidents again, especially those who had no labor to earn wages to support themselves, they could only become beggars along the street.

The biggest one of the three little beggars is only about ten years old. It's a girl. The other two boys are only seven or eight years old at most. They look like an elder sister with two younger brothers. The three little beggars must have heard the thunder like drums and the continuous explosion not far away. However, they may not know what happened, or they may be frightened, or they may think that it is the safest thing to stay in the corner of the lane. So now these three little beggars are like three poor puppies, curled up together, shivering.

The painters swooped at the three children.

From the time he killed Su Zhongwen to now, the time is actually very short, not long, but his clothes have been covered with many cracks, even his skin has appeared several wounds, seeping with blood.

Especially the other shoulder was shot by a crossbow, leaving a blood hole.

But the colorful mask on his face is still intact. The sharp breath sound spewed out from the nostrils of his face, forming two continuous stretching white air streams, even making some shrieks, which made his people look more terrible.

Under the mask, the painter's face was frightened and pale, and sweat flowed like blood. But when he saw the three little beggars who finally appeared in the sight, the horror on his face suddenly turned into ferocity.

His body has been a few soul force continues to erupt, his whole person is just a rise and fall, then split half of the roof, jumped down, fell to the three little beggars, stopped.

The bugle continues.

A famous Sergeant formed a stream of iron and rushed out of the streets and houses. However, when he saw that the painter had stopped and saw the scene in front of him, his steps slowed down and stopped.

For a while, the streets and alleys that originally made a killing sound became silent rapidly.

In all directions, some houses have even been completely knocked down by the military horse. More soldiers have gathered here. It's only a few minutes before the painter's body has been densely packed with soldiers in black armor, forming a huge encirclement.

However, all the soldiers did not enter the twenty step area outside the painter.

Because looking at these impenetrable soldiers like the iron flow, the painter just made a simple move. He just put a scythe in his hand on the neck of the little girl who was so scared that he even forgot to cry. Then, with a little effort, he drew some bloodstains on the neck of the little girl.

"Let her go! You can handle such a small child! "

A school official pushed to the forefront and shouted angrily at the painter.

"I can let her go, but who let me go?"

The painter looked at the angry school official indifferently, "either let us all, or let them die with me."

"You You are also a cloud Qin practitioner... " The school official was so angry that he couldn't say more.

The painter sneered at himself coldly: "what is a strong practitioner in front of the army?"

There was a roar of gold and iron. All the soldiers in the front line were biting their teeth and turning their heads. They knew that it was Li An Ting and some heavy armored soldiers who had come.

Li, who was coughing heavily, appeared at the forefront.

"You should know that it is impossible for you to get out of here alive today. Because let you out, everyone knows that more people will die in your hands. "

Li anling looked at the painter's eyes angrily and sternly, and said in a cold voice, "there is no meaning for you to do such a thing."

"You're right. Let me out today. I may kill more people in the future. Maybe more sergeants will die in the next round of killing me." The painter nodded and laughed coldly under the mask. "Three lives, it seems, can't be compared with the lives of many soldiers loyal to the Empire So why don't you let your men do it? What are you waiting for? "

"You are just an ordinary cultivator, so you still don't know our Yunqin army, Yunqin army."

Li Antang was silent for a moment, then looked at the painter and made a slow voice.

"As soldiers, we can sometimes give up many things in order to win. In order to win, we can give up our lives Even we can let a lot of comrades die. There are times when we let go of humanity. "

"If I am against you alone, I am just an ordinary practitioner. In the face of this situation, I will let you go. But I'm a soldier from Yunqin In order not to cause more harm to the Empire, I must kill you today. This is my duty, and this is the sacrifice I have to bear. "

Hearing these two sentences of Li An Ting is not loud, but it is extremely firm. The face under the painter's mottled mask suddenly turns from ferocious to pale. His hands are shaking uncontrollably. The sharp blade is also shaking on the little girl's neck. He could hear the anger and determination in Li's words. He also knew that what Li said was serious. Today, I'm afraid that no matter what, he could not leave here alive.

"In that case, what are you waiting for?" His heart was trembling and hissed.

"I'm waiting for you to restore some humanity."

Li anling looked at the painter and said in a deep voice: "I always thought that anyone, even if it was a serious crime committed by Yun Qin, would be at least an individual and have some humanity. You let go of these children, I promise you, I will give you a decent way to die. "

The painter didn't make a sound immediately.

His whole body trembled, sweat came out of his body, and the big beads of sweat fell from his mask.

All the soldiers were waiting with their breath held, waiting for the monk to let go of the three children.

"I'm afraid you can't wait for the result you want."

However, to make them all cold, the painter raised his head sharply and laughed loudly, "I want to try finally to see if you can really watch these three children die."

Hearing the painter's words, Li's face turned white.

However, the painter didn't stop at all. The sickle in his hand retreated slightly, and then he slashed it towards the girl's neck.

……

Lin Xi's hands and feet became a little cold and stiff.

After the painter stopped, he also saw the three little beggars and knew that although his plan was perfect, there were still some accidents that did not take his will as a transfer.

In his view, painters naturally deserve to die, and now painters can do such things, naturally more deserve to die.

But he didn't want the three little beggars to die.

If we use the ability to go back to the past and try to help the army kill the painter early, he may be found by the army and cause a lot of troubles.

But he seemed to have no choice.

At this time, however, what made his body shake slightly was that the place he had been staring at had changed in a different way.

……

Lin Xi didn't know that in the neighborhood of the streets and lanes, from the beginning, he was quietly overlooking the battle between the Yunqin army and the heavy maintenance men. There was also a fugitive who had just arrived at Qingyuan City, Zhantai shallow Tang Dynasty, who had come from the distant Dashan City, Zhongzhou City, the largest city in the world.

After meeting Zhongzhou City, which he dreamed of seeing when he was a child, Zhantai shallow Tang experienced a rare loss in his life in the city, and then he decided to follow his inner impulse to meet the manager of Dade Xiang.

Zhantai shallow Tang heard that Da Dexiang's shopkeeper was in Qingyuan City, so he came to Qingyuan City.

Lin Xi didn't know. Last night, it rained cold in Qingyuan City. When the painter was going to enter the garden, Zhantai shallow Tang also wanted to see Chen feirong directly in the night.

Because in the view of Zhantai shallow Tang Dynasty, the person who has achieved great things is not limited to small things. If he is a real extraordinary person, a few words of conversation can be seen. Maybe he can stay in Dade Xiang, maybe in the future Dade Xiang can be his help to restore his country.

But he went a little late, so he saw not only the galloping carriage that left in the rain, but also the painter who was puzzled because of Chen feirong's leaving and wanted to be angry and scolded.

He didn't know the identity of the painter, but he felt that the painter didn't seem to have any good intentions for Chen feirong, so he began to stare at the painter secretly.

In the eyes of Zhantai shallow Tang Dynasty, this may be an opportunity for him to approach chenfeirong.

However, he did not expect that a sudden war broke out in this street.

Although Zhantai shallow Tang Dynasty has seen many descriptions of how powerful the Yunqin army is in the books, it is also the first time to see the battle between the Yunqin army and the practitioners. Such a battle, naturally, is more valuable for him and more necessary for him to understand.

When he found that the painter was approaching the three beggars, he had reflected the painter's intention earlier than anyone else.

At that time, his heart began to suffer and struggle.

He didn't know that there was a practitioner like Lin Xi in this scene. He just knew that he could stop the inhumane behavior of the painter.

He didn't want the three poor little beggars to die However, these are three ordinary Yunqin children.

However, he is carrying a country.

In this case, let's go It will cause many troubles, even fatal consequences.

Compared with the sacrifice and the only hope of many people, the children of three foreign countries, even the enemy countries, seem to have no choice at all.

Zhantai shallow Tang sweat, also wet cotton shirt.

However, in the end, Zhantai shallow Tang was the same as when he was in Zhongzhou imperial city. He decided to