"If Hu Ming seeks refuge with Chang 'an, the city will inevitably protect him," He Zhen said. "Brother Yingming, why don't you join us? Let's work together."
Hu Yingjie glanced at Zhao Ning, He Zhen, and Zheng Yuan. Finally, he said, "Let's find out the situation first."
"Of course." He Zhen and the others greeted the Hu family members led by Hu Yingjie. Then, the four groups gathered together.
They first arrived at Longbei County's administrative area.
Eastern Tang officials were already waiting there. "You have come to save Longbei County in the name of righteousness. I am very grateful."
"Don't mention it. Tell us what you know," Zhao Ning said calmly.
The Eastern Tang officials on the other side quickly ordered people to bring over many maps and arranged for people to guide them.
The group immediately set off and followed the map.
At this moment, Longbei County was gradually forming a trend of moving to Chang 'an.
Although a considerable number of people were still watching, there were too many refugees affected by the disaster. They were homeless and worried about food and clothing.
Thinking that it could not be worse, a considerable number of refugees, like the first batch, went to Chang 'an under the arrangement of the people in Chang' an.
On the road to Qinzhou, countless people with yellow faces and emaciated bodies could be seen from time to time.
Their numb faces vaguely revealed their desire to live.
On a ridge beside the road, a scholar in green stood with his hands behind his back.
"We're finally on the ground of Qinzhou." Xu Xingzhi breathed a sigh of relief.
Chen Jiezhi had the help of the Chen family members, and Guo Zi had the help of the Hanshan school students.
He was the only one who did not have any trusted subordinates.
However, after so many days of hard work, he was confident that his performance was not worse than Chen Jiezhi and Guo Zi.
Under Xu Xingzhi's command, there was already a group of people who obeyed his orders. Under his guidance, the refugees gathered and merged into the vast and mighty stream of people in front of them. They poured into the Qin Prefecture and rushed towards the Longling Mountain area.
When Xu Xingzhi recalled that Old Demon Blood Shadow had mentioned that there were already quite a number of people, and the recruitment could gradually slow down, he became even happier.
After this task was completed, he believed that Mr. Dark Cloud would give him a chance to govern the civil affairs and fulfill his ambitions.
However, the more critical the moment, the more Xu Xingzhi did not dare to relax. He urged his subordinates to keep an eye on the refugees and not let anyone fall behind.
As he hurried on his way, he suddenly had an ominous feeling.
Xu Xingzhi almost subconsciously turned his head to the side.
In the distance, he saw a middle-aged Confucian scholar dressed similarly to him slowly walking towards him.
"So it's Mr. He." Xu Xingzhi took a deep breath and recognized him.
He Zhen walked step by step towards Xu Xingzhi. "Although we haven't seen each other for a while, you should know that we've been looking for you."
He came to the hill where Xu Xingzhi was and stood side by side with Xu Xingzhi.
Xu Xingzhi looked back at the road at the foot of the hill. It was as if ants were moving house, and the crowd was moving continuously.
"These people have suffered from the famine. Mr. He is also a scholar, so I believe that he has the virtue of caring for life."
Xu Xingzhi asked, "Can you allow me to escort them to Chang 'an and ensure that they receive disaster relief? Then, I can catch up with Mr. He."
He Zhen also looked at the crowd at the foot of the hill. "Disaster relief? Aren't we sending lambs to the tiger's den? You're in cahoots with the Devil Path and deceived these people. In the name of saving lives, you're actually harming people. How can I let you go? "
Xu Xingzhi frowned.
Before he could speak again, He Zhen had already opened his mouth and recited a poem.
Suddenly, dozens of pitch-black lines appeared between heaven and earth, transforming into dozens of black pillars. They crisscrossed and formed a cage, trying to lock Xu Xingzhi in.
He Family passed down Confucianism. Compared to other Confucian holy lands such as White Horse College, they were more old-fashioned. They studied the meaning of scriptures and paid attention to laws and regulations.
He Zhen's attack was methodical, but it was full of oppression.
Xu Xingzhi waved his brush and splashed ink, materializing mountain peaks to block the falling cage.
But soon, those black pillars were like blades, neatly slicing through the mountain peaks that Xu Xingzhi's brush and ink had materialized, continuing to envelop him.
The enemy was a great Confucian of the Seventh Realm. He studied things and knew the weaknesses of Xu Xingzhi's supernatural powers. He easily dispelled them.
Seeing that the cage was getting tighter and tighter, and was about to completely trap him, Xu Xingzhi took a deep breath and slowly put down his brush.
This time, the scholar in green did not write a poem or essay.
Instead, he only wrote one word.
"Go."
After this word was written, Xu Xingzhi's figure flashed in mid-air, and he strangely escaped from He Zhen's cage.
He Zhen watched him leave, his face full of surprise.
Even with his Knowledge Realm cultivation, he could not see how Xu Xingzhi escaped. He only felt that the word that Xu Xingzhi wrote seemed to be completely different from before.
At this moment, Xu Xingzhi could not care less about the crowd at the foot of the mountain. He only wanted to escape first.
Now that it was beyond his ability, he could only ask Mr. Dark Cloud to handle it.
He Zhen immediately chased after Xu Xingzhi.
But at this moment, a blood-red light suddenly streaked across the sky.
A rain of blood fell from the sky, forcing He Zhen to stop and quickly dodge.
A blood-red phoenix appeared in the sky, then turned into a human.
It was Blood Shadow.
Before Xu Xingzhi could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw figures flashing in all directions.
One of them was the Vice Dean of White Horse College, Zhao Ning, whom he was familiar with.
"Master Zhao …" Xu Xingzhi sighed softly.
"You don't have to call me that."
Zhao Ning's expression was solemn and cold. "You are no longer a student of White Horse College. Considering that you have not done many evil deeds in the past, the College did not clean you up. But today, you have encouraged evil and brought about your own destruction."
She only glanced at Xu Xingzhi before her gaze fell on Blood Shadow. "Now, I have to deal with this devil first. Xu Xingzhi, if you do not die in the hands of Mr. He later, I will clean up the College of White Horse College."
Hearing this, Old Demon Blood Shadow was astonished. "You want to go against me with just you?"
"Old devil, you have been hiding for decades. You must know that the net of Heaven has a wide net, but it does not escape."
Zhao Ning said coldly, "Today, you will not be able to escape."
Old Demon Blood Shadow chuckled coldly. "All of you should be rejoicing. I've followed His Majesty all these years and cultivated my character, not bothering myself with external affairs. Otherwise, just based on the fact that you're not even a half full bottle, I would have sent you to heaven long ago."
"Even if he took you in, he's just an evil demon."
Zhao Ning's tone was indifferent. "The so-called Chang 'an is just a devil's den. You can only deceive ordinary people."
Xu Xingzhi shook his head. "Dean … Zhao, you are wrong. Chang 'an is far better than the Eastern Tang."
"Why waste your time talking to a stubborn person?"
As He Zhen spoke, she took out a pen, ink, and paper and wrote quickly.
Like condensed ink, pieces of black solid quickly appeared.
"Not bad. Let's see who is better." Elder Zheng Yuan of the Zheng family, who had been silent until now, was faster than He Zhen. He was the first to rush toward Blood Shadow.
Zhao Ning did not hold back either. He recited poems, and his words turned into sharp blades that were as dense as a storm, similarly attacking Old Demon Blood Shadow.
The old devil laughed maniacally. He lost his human form and turned into a blood phoenix. He spread his wings and swallowed Zhao Ning's sword and blade.
Zheng Yuan used the Zheng family's secret technique, the Mountain Pushing Palm. His strength was so great that it seemed like he could move mountains and seas.
The blood phoenix let out a shrill cry. Countless blood vessels floated around its body and wrapped around Zheng Yuan.
Zheng Yuan found that he could not use his great strength.
Not only that, the blood vessels retracted and tried to drag him toward the blood phoenix.
Zheng Yuan's intuition told him that it was an extremely dangerous abyss.
He released a deep shout, standing firm like a mountain, making it so that those wisps of blood couldn't drag him away.
But because of this, the initiative from before turned into a passive one. He was suppressed by Blood Shadow.
Blood Shadow was not at a disadvantage against two enemies.
Zhao Ning and the others were shocked.
Although the old devil was only at Level Seven, his demonic techniques were so exquisite that they were slightly superior to the techniques of the White Horse College and the Zheng family.
Blood Shadow was at ease. On the other hand, Xu Xingzhi was having a hard time.
He was at Level Six, but he could not gain the upper hand against the Level Seven He Ning.
Seeing how powerful Blood Shadow was, He Ning's expression became more and more serious.
Facing Xu Xingzhi, who was weaker than him, he did not hold back. He used all his strength in order to take him down as soon as possible and then help Zhao Ning and Zheng Yuan.
A large number of ink blocks condensed and formed a tall wall.
Xu Xingzhi's attacks landed on the wall, but they were all blocked and could not be broken.
He Zhen did not stop attacking. Wall after wall of ink appeared.
Xu Xingzhi knew that it was the foundation of the He family.
There were many Confucian classics, and countless scholars studied them.
Different academies and families of Confucian scholars would form their own classical doctrines and doctrines.
For example, the White Horse College's doctrine was called "peace of mind".
Not every White Horse College student could comprehend it, but those who could comprehend it would find it easier to focus their mind and comprehend the doctrine during normal cultivation.
In the process of fighting with an enemy, their mind would not be easily affected by the enemy. At the same time, their literary talent would flow smoothly and not be easily interrupted.
The Cheng Clan's motto was, "Good preparation leads to good results."
It was easier to accumulate literary talent during normal cultivation.
When fighting with others, it would consume less literary talent.
The He family's doctrine was called "stability in four directions".
Four principles and eight rules were set up to build a sturdy wall. Those who were not at a higher level could not break through it.
It was extremely safe to deal with enemies at a lower level. There was almost no chance of failure.
Those at the same level could protect themselves, but it would be difficult to break through.
At present, He Zhen had already set up eight "ink walls". If another four were to fall, Xu Xingzhi would have no way to escape.
However, just as the ninth ink wall was about to form, a black shadow suddenly appeared behind He Zhen.
He Zhen resisted the black shadow's attack, and the ninth ink wall's formation was interrupted.
He turned around and saw that the black shadow was a big dark bat.
However, as the big dark bat appeared, Thunder suddenly struck from afar, aiming straight for the big dark bat.
It was the Hu family's elder, Hu Yingjie.
When he used the Hu family's secret technique, Thunder Rush Leg, it was like a chain of thunderbolts, unstoppable.
The big dark bat could only fly up to dodge.
He turned back into his human form in mid-air, revealing Hu Ming's face.
"Seventh Uncle …"
Hu Ming had just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by the other party.
Thunder's explosive heavy leg instantly traversed the distance between them and kicked in front of him.
Hu Ming's body was kicked into pieces, turning into a ball of fragmented black shadows.
Then, the scattered black shadows gathered at the side, and the big dark bat reappeared.
Hu Ming was targeted by his own uncle. With his Sixth Realm cultivation, it was difficult for him to defeat a Seventh Realm opponent. He could not even protect himself, so he could no longer help Xu Xingzhi.
He Zhen closed in on him, and the ninth ink wall fell.
However, a Blood Phoenix immediately flapped its wings and flew over, shattering the ink wall.
However, just a moment later, Zhao Ning from White Horse College and Zheng Yuan from the Zheng family caught up with Blood Shadow, not giving him a chance to help Xu Xingzhi.
In mid-air, the battlefield was a mess.
The people at the foot of the mountain looked up at the sky in a daze, as if it was the end of the world.
The panic-stricken crowd gradually scattered, showing signs of fleeing in all directions.
In mid-air, although Blood Shadow occasionally helped Hu Ming and Xu Xingzhi out of trouble, he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position and became more and more passive.
Seeing that the situation was getting worse, an arrow suddenly flew from the direction of Dragon's Ridge.
He Zhen's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly dodged, but was still almost grazed by the arrow.
While he was still in shock, the person who shot the arrow had already rushed over.
He Zhen also knew the person who came.
Chen Jiezhi from the Chen family.
He also recognized the other party's martial arts, Tempest Palm.
However, a fierce murderous aura suddenly rushed out of the blazing tornado.
The other party's fist fell with unparalleled sharpness, as if it could kill a True Dragon.
He Zhen was caught off guard, and he was almost seriously injured by this punch.
The ink wall kept blocking, but it was continuously broken by the opponent.
He Zhen took the opportunity to dodge by the skin of his teeth.
Chen Jiezhi did not stop attacking, and his Dragon Slaying Fist collided with Hu Yingjie's Thunder Rush Leg.
However, Chen Jiezhi's body only swayed slightly in mid-air.
Hu Yingjie's right leg shook violently, and he flew backward.
With Old Demon Blood Shadow and Chen Jiezhi fighting against two opponents at the same time and taking on four Seventh Realm elites in one go, Xu Xingzhi and the others could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The Chen family disciples who came with Chen Jiezhi quickly gathered the fleeing civilians with Xu Xingzhi and Hu Ming.
However, at this time, the disciples of the four sects who came with Zhao Ning and the others also joined the battle.
Apart from the four Seventh Realm leaders, there were also Fifth and Sixth Realm experts.
Xu Xingzhi and the others could only fight and retreat.
Although Blood Shadow wanted to end things with the other party, he remembered Zhang Dongyun's instructions and remained patient, covering the others with Chen Jiezhi.
The people on the ground moved again.
Slowly, they approached the Dragon's Ridge Mountains.
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