"Could it be that the destination of these refugees is Chang 'an?"
A thought came to Wu Qiong's mind.
"The refugees themselves don't know where Chang 'an is. Someone must have guided them.
"Is it the people in Chang 'an who did this, or someone else's intention?"
Wu Qiong thought of the fields outside Chang 'an and guessed that Chang' an had been prepared for this.
"Accepting the rebels is tantamount to challenging the Eastern Tang dynasty …"
"But then again, so many Tang Army soldiers have either died or surrendered. The conflict between the two sides has become extremely fierce."
"But should the Perak Dynasty completely side with Chang 'an?"
Wu Qiong looked at the Longling Mountains in the distance and hesitated for a moment.
The rebels in front of him were dragging their families and helping each other all the way to Longling Mountains.
They didn't know what their fate would be next. They only knew that there might be hope for survival and food for them.
Wu Qiong's eyes suddenly flashed. He found that there was a small team outside the surging crowd, which was slightly conspicuous.
It was a team of martial artists, which was very different from the waves of refugees in the distance.
Wu Qiong saw a few familiar faces among them.
They were people from the Hanshan school.
Looking at them, Wu Qiong fell silent.
The refugees moved here. Needless to say, the army of Xuanwu General Du Kun was following closely behind.
The Hanshan school had been too active before and had too deep a connection with Chang 'an.
Normally, when dealing with this local tyrant of the Qin State Prefecture, they could only turn a blind eye and make a mental note of it.
But Xuanwu General Du Kun had brought his army here, so he must have plowed the house and swept the place clean.
In order to avoid unnecessary losses, the Hanshan school had cut off its wrist in time. It was a wise move.
At least, most of the elite disciples were saved and moved to Chang 'an to seek shelter to avoid being attacked by the Tang Army.
As for whether they could make a comeback later, it would depend on the result of the Tang Army's attack on Chang 'an again.
But it was still risky.
Even if the Tang Dynasty army was once again defeated at the foot of Chang 'an, it was still a question whether the Hanshan school people could once again occupy the Qinzhou Prefecture outside the mountains.
Everything in the Hanshan school seemed to be a warning to the Perak Dynasty.
Wu Qiong looked at the crowd from afar, deep in thought.
In the crowd of Hanshan school, a one-eyed young man looked calm.
"Master, Sect Master, we're about to enter the mountain."
Hui Tianyu said, "The last time the Tang Army went on a punitive expedition to Chang 'an, they opened up a simple and crude road. Following this road, we can go straight to Baiyunyuan. Martial Uncle Zhao and the others are waiting in the city."
He looked at the huge wave of refugees in the distance and said, "Disciple will keep an eye on them in case they get separated."
A few elders from the Hanshan school said, "Bring a few more people with you. Since we've chosen to trust that city, we should do our best to complete the task."
The group immediately split into two groups.
Some of them escorted the younger disciples and their families to the mountain.
The other group followed Hui Tianyu to guide the refugees.
Although the wave of refugees was scattered and chaotic, they had gradually formed a core and had their own backbone after many days.
It was under the leadership of their leader that they could keep moving, avoid the encirclement and suppression of the Tang Army, and look for rare rations to survive.
A big man in the crowd looked around as he walked.
Seeing an old woman about to fall, he hurried forward and helped her up.
"Everyone, work harder. After we go up the mountain, we'll have food to eat!" The big man raised his voice and shouted, "Fellow villagers, take care of each other. Don't fall behind."
In his shout, the numb eyes of many people around him seemed to have a little more vigor. Their exhausted bodies seemed to have regained their strength, and they hurried forward desperately.
Hui Tianyu rushed to the big man's side and helped him help the old woman up.
The big man nodded and thanked him. "Thank you, brother."
"Your cultivation is extraordinary. I'm ashamed of my inferiority." Hui Tianyu glanced at him casually. "It's rare for you to be so chivalrous. You're willing to help the poor people and guide them to survive."
The big man shook his head. "What I did was nothing. If it weren't for you, brother, who showed us the way, we would have either starved to death or been annihilated by the Tang Army."
Hui Tianyu smiled. "Thank you for persuading everyone. Otherwise, if they didn't believe me, we wouldn't have been able to escape from the Tang Army's encirclement because of the dispute."
The big man looked at the other people in the Hanshan school. "Everyone in your sect risked their lives. You didn't hesitate to sacrifice your entire ancestral foundation to become the enemy of the Tang Army and save everyone. How can I not believe it?"
Hui Tianyu smiled slightly.
While the big man praised the Hanshan school, he actually answered his question in a disguised way.
The big man's cultivation was superb. He must have inherited something, but he was careful to hide it.
Not only Hui Tianyu, but the other elders in the Hanshan school also couldn't see the big man's origin.
While the big man praised the Hanshan school for taking a risk, he also hinted that he didn't want to reveal his origin, so as not to cause trouble for his sect.
After all, they were directly going against the Tang Army.
He personally saved the refugees out of righteous indignation and sympathy, but he didn't want to get his sect involved.
"Our sect alone is not enough to resist the Tang Army and protect the safety of the people," Hui Tianyu said, "This is all thanks to the owner of Chang 'an."
The big man looked at the rolling mountains in front of him. "Brother, you're too polite. Without your help, we couldn't find the way to Chang 'an …"
While the two were talking, they suddenly heard screams in the distance.
They looked back and saw smoke and dust rising from the plain behind them.
The Tang Army was here!
Hui Tianyu and the big man's expressions changed.
Everyone in the Hanshan school also looked terrible.
Many refugees cried in despair, and the crowd immediately became chaotic.
Behind them, thousands of soldiers and horses galloped. The Xuanwu General Du Kun was expressionless, like a cold and hard bronze statue.
"General, should we attack now?" asked the deputy general next to him.
Slowly, Du Kun said, "Gao Qi and Yifan led 2,000 soldiers and didn't come back. That strange city has some tricks up its sleeves."
The deputy general suddenly understood. "If we attack now, General, you want to drive these refugees to the front and use them to exhaust the enemy's strength, so that our men can kill them later."
"That's only one aspect. On the other hand, let everyone use these rebels to build up their murderous aura. When they go up the mountain to attack the city, their momentum will reach its peak and defeat the enemy in one fell swoop."
Du Kun waved his hand, and the Tang Army immediately began to kill the refugees at the foot of the mountain.
However, at this moment, a figure suddenly rushed out from the crowd. It was as if it was flying, and it was as fast as lightning. At the same time, it was also extremely strong.
The Tang Army cavalry at the front was directly cut down by him alone.
The Xuanwu General Du Kun focused his eyes.
There was no need for him to give orders. The martial arts masters of the Xuanwu Middle Army under his command rushed forward.
That person was agile and vigorous. He still dashed left and right in the chaos, killing many Tang Army soldiers.
It was not until he was surrounded by many Xuanwu Middle Army martial artists that he finally couldn't hold on.
One careless move and he was injured by the enemy's saber.
When a loophole appeared, the collapse became a chain. Soon, that person was stabbed many times.
The elite Tang Army was like a cold killing machine. They kept attacking and directly dismembered the enemy.
But this mass of flesh and blood that had been chopped into a pile of mud suddenly exploded and scattered.
The rain of blood instantly swallowed the approaching Tang Army soldiers.
Even some elite martial artists were caught off guard and were covered by the rain of blood.
Their skin was immediately corroded, and their flesh was badly mangled.
A large amount of blood spurted out from each of their wounds and then gathered into a river of blood in the air.
In the middle of the river of blood, the eyes of a silver skull ring flashed with a bloody light.
"Is it a demonic master?"
A group of Xuanwu Middle Army soldiers immediately shot at the river of blood with strong bows and hard crossbows.
The whistling arrow rain tore through the blood-red river. Air masses exploded one after another, blasting huge holes in the river of blood.
But the river of blood condensed and did not disperse. Although it was like a tattered rag full of holes, the sticky and filthy river water did not disperse. It still maintained its original shape and kept flowing.
As the river of blood flowed, there was a faint shrill phoenix cry.
Although it was not as domineering as when Zhang Dongyun had used the Blood Phoenix Transformation back then, which had directly engulfed and refined the arrows for his own use, the Old Demon Blood Shadow had also dissolved the continuous rain of arrows from the group of cultivators.
The Blood Phoenix was reborn in blood. It flew out of the dilapidated river of blood and avoided the demonic power of the sharp arrows.
Taking advantage of the opportunity when the opponents reloaded their bows and arrows, the phoenix flapped its wings, sprinkled the rain of blood, and counterattacked the enemies.
The Tang Army held up their shields. The rain of blood hit them, and blue smoke immediately rose.
At this moment, a tall figure with bronze skin suddenly descended from the sky.
His whole body was steaming like a furnace.
His whole body was like a small volcano.
The vigorous Qi and blood of a martial arts master made all evils avoid him and ghosts and gods difficult to approach.
As soon as Blood Shadow's blood rain approached the man, it was evaporated in the air before it could touch his body.
The man was the commander of this Tang Army, Xuanwu General Du Kun.
"Yifan and Gao Qi's last report mentioned a demonic master. It seems that it's you." Du Kun was expressionless. "What other accomplices do you have? Tell me truthfully."
Blood Shadow sneered proudly. "Do you think you are qualified to ask for His Majesty's honorific title?"
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