I am a mortal, a disciple of Spirit Beast Mountain

Fortress No. 39, a small fortress in Jinguyuan closest to the hinterland of Yue State.

The fortress has a completely different style of painting from other fortresses.

There are basically no young and middle-aged monks here. Instead, there are many gray-haired elderly monks and a few young children. Some of them are in their own residences, some are basking in the sun outside, and some are enjoying the shade under the trees.

All in all a harmonious vision of the elderly and the human pups.

A little girl about seven or eight years old and a boy who looked a year or two older were sitting under a big tree busy with something.

Next to him was a white-haired old man who was lying down and sleeping, wearing the costume of a disciple of Huangfeng Valley.

The boy used the low-level spiritual fire to refine several low-level spiritual materials with two hands, and then the girl used the object control technique to solidify them, turning them into pieces of low-level talisman paper.

Judging by the skilled movements of the two, they must have done a lot.

Judging from the fact that the two of them have the second and third levels of the Qi training period at such a young age, their talents are not bad.

Shortly after.

"Brother, my spiritual power is exhausted, this time we have completed more than 80 talisman papers, and if we make another 20, we will get a spirit stone.

Where are we going to play next? How about fishing in that creek to the west? ! "The little girl stood up, clapped her hands and said happily.

The boy shook his head and said: "Didn't you always want to learn to draw talismans? I saw an old talisman pen at the booth yesterday that only cost seven spirit stones, and we are still two spirit stones short.

Yue'er, go and play, I will meditate to recover my spiritual power and then make some talisman papers. "

The little girl's eyes turned red when she heard the words, she sniffed her little nose and didn't talk about playing anymore, she sat obediently next to the boy and meditated to restore her spiritual power.

The little boy saw the caring look in his well-behaved sister's eyes, and thought of his dead parents again.

"Father, mother, and a few casual cultivators went to the mountains to pick a three-hundred-year-old spirit grass, but they never returned.

Those casual cultivators came back, but they wanted to sell us to a cultivating family. Fortunately, the elder brother of Zhenfan Temple came to our rescue.

The big brother also found us this job. Not only is no one bullying us now, but we also have the opportunity to earn Lingshi, and we will definitely repay it in the future! . "

The boy said solemnly: "Yue'er, we must work hard and practice hard, and when we grow up, we will strive to pass the assessment of Zhenfan Hall and become like a big brother!"

The little girl imagined herself wearing a white robe when she grew up, her eyes were full of longing, she nodded her head seriously and said: "Brother, I know, I will never be playful again!"

Soon the two little guys began to chat about the great hero Jiang Yun in their hearts.

"Brother, is there really a way for Senior Jiang to drive away the bad guys from the evil way?"

"If we lose, will we be eaten?

I heard Miss Lin next door say that the devils are all bad guys, and their favorite thing is cannibalism, especially for kids like us. Every day, every meal, and never cooked! "

"But my parents said that eating uncooked food will cause diarrhea!"

The little girl named Yue'er was talking, her eyes were slightly red, and she looked like she was crying.

The corner of the old man sleeping next to him twitched slightly, thinking: "Did this little girl not understand the point? Is this a matter of undercooking?"

"Besides, how could the devil eat a little girl with spiritual roots, and they would take them back and cultivate them into furnaces."

The little boy stopped spraying the spirit fire, patted the little girl's head and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, Senior Jiang is omnipotent, and he will definitely win this war!"

The little girl wiped her tears, sniffed her little nose, and suddenly said to the old man who was pretending to be sleeping, "Grandpa Xiang, do you think Senior Jiang can drive away bad guys?"

Hearing the little girl's words, Xiang Zhili, the leader of the transformation stage, entered the scene instantly, opened his eyes and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Xiao Yueer, those seniors of the foundation establishment stage and the alchemy stage will definitely be able to beat the devil away!"

Hearing Xiang Zhili's comfort, the little girl seemed to be encouraged and was extremely happy.

Xiang Zhili was sleeping leisurely inside the gate, but a month ago, he received an order from the sect saying that the battle situation was difficult, and he hoped that the old people in the gate would also contribute their meager strength.

He thought that he would be sent to the battlefield as cannon fodder, and he also considered whether he would simply disappear and run away, but in the end he was sent to Fortress No. 39 to do odd jobs.

Not only is the food here good, but there is also free low-level spiritual tea to drink throughout the day, and there are no specific requirements for the workload. It belongs to the work method of more work and more pay. If you don't want to earn Lingshi, you don't do anything and no one cares.

Rather than saying that they came to the battlefield, it is better to say that they came for vacation and leisure.

Naturally, Xiang Zhili, the leader of the transformation period, would not care about this little bit of spirit stone, so he still slept after eating all day, as if he had changed his sleeping place. It's also interesting to listen to the chatting of the two little ghosts next to me occasionally.

All of this was naturally arranged by Jiang Yun. The intention of doing this was to move the great god Xiang Zhili to Jinguyuan.

In Jiang Yun's opinion, even if Xiang Zhili only had a one in ten thousand chance of making a move, the boss had to come to the battlefield.

After all, even a cultivator at the stage of transforming gods cannot possibly scan the Golden Drum from the northernmost part of the Yue Kingdom to the southeast of the Yue Kingdom with his consciousness!

But what the little girl didn't know was that Jiang Yun, who he admired and admired, was leading Elder Han and others in a cave to contact and conspire with the people from the Demon Dao.

It can only be said that the world of adults is too dark, and children don't need to know too much when they are young, otherwise it will affect their spiritual growth.

Jiang Yun was a little surprised when he saw one of the people sent by Mo Dao.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, I haven't seen you for a long time. Why is Fellow Daoist here today? Where's Fellow Daoist Pink?"

Yan Xuanyu looked at Jiang Yun suspiciously for a long time, and replied: "Thanks to fellow Taoist, I went to Huanzong to heal my injuries before, and I just came back to take up this errand. It's unbelievable to hear Uncle Yunlu say that you have betrayed. "

Jiang Yun continued: "As the saying goes, a good bird chooses a tree to live in. My parents, Taoist couple and disciples were all arrested, and I was forced to cast the life and death curse."

"Is it possible that I have to sacrifice myself and my family for the Seven Sects? Do you think I am so noble?"

When Yan Xuanyu heard that the doubts on his face were all gone, he nodded in agreement and said:

"That's true. How can there be such an idiot in the world of cultivating immortals who sacrifices himself to help others, let alone a guy like you whose behavior is more devilish than ours."

Hearing this, Jiang Yun was speechless for a while, his own behavior was actually praised by Yan Xuanyu, the second generation of the top demon.

I really don't know whether to be happy or sad. But Jiang Yun decided not to dwell on this issue.

"I know why you are here, and I'm ready, let's talk about business next."

I saw Jiang Yun took out an extremely detailed map, and everyone gathered around to see that this map turned out to be a detailed map of Fort No. 12 and its surrounding defense arrangements.

The deployment of troops and materials from the fortress to the surrounding strongholds of the fortress, the detailed introduction from the large formation to the small formation, and the known formations from the exposed to the hidden killing formations are all painted and marked.

It can be said that the winning rate of this map alone can increase by 10 to 20%.

Looking at the map, the Mo Dao representative's eyes twitched slightly, and he was sweating profusely.

Because of the hidden traps in the map, there are so many killing formations, it is hard for them to imagine how many lives they have to take to fill them all.

I am very grateful for Jiang Yun's defection.

Soon several people started communicating around the picture, and left the cave one after another after an hour.

Three days later, the number of Mo Dao's hunting teams in the wild increased significantly, and they began to try to expel the hunting teams and scouts from the Yue Kingdom.

Yue Guo realized that Mo Dao wanted to cut off their sources of information and blind Yue Guo's eyes.

And the country of Yue is not a vegetarian, and the fighting in the wild became more and more tragic for a while.

Yueguo understood that the magic way could no longer hold back, the atmosphere became more and more heavy, and a storm was about to come.