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As the war continued to spread, the originally barely stable Wei Zhang Guo was also involved in the quagmire of war. Many villages were destroyed, leaving only ruins. The villagers who were stranded here were massacred by the army that stepped across here. When they faced death, they found that their original hope had broken and disappeared like a bubble, and in the end nothing was left. In this era of war, it was also a luxury to protect their small home. Perhaps in this era, they could only have been in turmoil.

Outside the ruined village, a group of villagers were surrounded by some soldiers. The soldiers were not many, but they were all wearing armor and holding weapons. How could ordinary villagers compete with well-equipped soldiers? The soldiers pointed guns at the villagers and forced them into a corner. A soldier in the lead shouted loudly: "As long as you hand over the money and women, you can let you go. The old monks should have a lot of good things, so hand them over quickly."

There are no young people among this group of villagers, because young people in this era are either recruited to the army or surrounded and killed by soldiers from other countries. Every country and Daming want to obtain troops to the maximum extent, and no young person is spared. Sometimes even children under twelve years old are recruited.

Some of the villagers shouted: "Where did our wandering villagers get the money? Please let us go."

However, the villagers' words were not heard by the soldiers, and the soldiers shouted, "Submit it quickly, otherwise you will all die here today." The soldiers' eyes were completely different from the awakening that normal people should have. They had been polluted by various negative emotions in the war and turned into wild beasts with only one human skin. The war destroyed not only the prosperous capital and simple villages. What was even more terrifying was that they destroyed secular ethics and conscience in their hearts. Homes can be rebuilt, but people's hearts are difficult to heal.

The soldiers' weapons are getting closer and closer to the villagers' bodies. The villagers' faces show a little fear, but they are also a little firm. They will not hand over their families, even when facing soldiers holding weapons.

Just as the blood was about to dye the land red, a young man's voice suddenly came from behind

"You losers who have escaped from the battlefield can only bully the unarmed civilians."

The young man's words seemed to anger the soldiers, and the weapons originally pointed at the villagers also turned around to the source of the sound.

A young man in blue-gray clothes was standing behind the soldiers, with a long knife hanging around his waist, and his face looked like he was about thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Is this young man desperate? He dares to anger these soldiers." Some villagers thought.

A monk in the group was stunned when he heard the boy's voice. What a familiar voice, could it be? The monk raised his head and looked at the boy not far away, and the boy with black hair and blue eyes also happened to look at the monk.

"You are, Xingchuanjun?" the monk asked in surprise. He had some impression of the young man. He escorted them back to the temple two years ago.

"We have met again by Master Quanzong, but this time it seems that the situation is not very good." Chen asked, looking at Quanzong standing among the villagers. The monk's robes on Quanzong were torn, and the villagers around him were the same. I guess he had encountered something, Chen thought in his heart.

The soldiers on the side heard the conversation between Chen and Quanzong and couldn't help but shouted angrily: "Okay, it turns out that you and that group of troublemakers are also together. Take him down." The one who spoke was the soldier in the head, who should be a sergeant like the sergeant.

Chen looked at the dozen soldiers in front of him and chuckled, "You want to take me down, but the number of people is still too small. Besides, what are the abilities of you, the defeated soldiers..."

Chen's laughter made the soldiers in the lead angry, and he shouted: "Brothers, let him see how powerful we are!"

After saying this, the soldier picked up a long sword and slashed at Chen. Chen avoided calmly. When the others saw this scene, they smashed the weapons in their hands towards Chen. All kinds of weapons, long swords, spears, iron pestles, etc. all appeared in front of Chen, and Chen also dodged gently.

Chen pushed back a few steps, pulled out the long knife around his waist, and said, "It's time to deal with you." Chen's eyes no longer had the gentle expression, but only coldness.

Chen rushed forward and wandered lightly among the soldiers. The long sword in his hands kept flying, shining with bright light. The soldiers fell down with Chen's advance. There was a blood mark on the throat of each person's falling down. In the end, a large amount of blood stained the earth red, but it was not the villagers' but the soldiers.

Quan Zong couldn't help but be amazed as he saw Chen's movements. Although he didn't know any swordsmanship and didn't know what tricks it was, he saw the beauty of Chen's sword dancing. Just like a dancer on the stage, every step was amazing.

Originally, it was still very noisy, but with Chen's actions, it suddenly became quiet. Chen cleared the soldiers and then put his sword away and walked to Master Quanzong, asking, "Master Quanzong, why have you gone down the mountain?"

Quanzong looked at the somewhat familiar but somewhat unfamiliar boy and said, "Let's leave here first, I'll talk to you on the way."

Chen nodded, then watched the entire sect summon the remaining villagers and sorted out some plans to continue on the road.

Chen looked at the villagers. Most of them were young children and elderly people, and only a few young women did not see a single young man. Sure enough... Chen sighed in his heart.

On the way, Quanzong told Chen about their experience. Quanzong said that they had brought like-minded monks from another place this time and met this group of villagers on the way. They said that their original village was destroyed and there was no place to survive now, so they were wandering and now they were planning to go to another village. On the way to the village, they were surrounded by these deserters. Chen also knew about what happened later. Will other villages accept them? Chen couldn't help but think about it.

At the entrance of another village, Quanzong and his group said goodbye to the villagers. Although Quanzong and others knew that they might not be able to survive here, they would not continue to help them find places to shelter for this purpose. Because even Quanzong and others just barely protected themselves, and it was impossible for the temple to take them in. Chen didn't care about these people. He just passed by and saved them and did not have the obligation to resettle them. Perhaps someone among them would die, but there would always be someone who could survive.

On the way, Quanzong asked: "I haven't seen Xingchuanjun for two years, and I still look the same young, but I feel that Xingchuanjun's sword skills have become different."

Chen smiled and said, "Is that true?" He didn't say anything else. Seeing Chen like this, Quanzong did not continue to ask this. Instead, he asked about Chen's experience in the past two years. Chen also roughly told what he had seen.

When Chen heard the Quanzong ask about his sword skills and appearance, he couldn't help but recall some things in the past two years. First, he followed Shangquan and others to Xingfu Temple to defeat Shangquan and fulfill his master's last wish. Then he discussed the mystery of swordsmanship. In general, the changes in swordsmanship are very great and he has gradually begun to get rid of the original framework of Tian Jingliu. Chen not only rethinked the core concept of his swordsmanship, but also expanded his sword system, such as learning some skills of Western swordsmanship. Even Chen carried a long sword behind him. The thoughts of modern people allowed him to accept different systems of swordsmanship faster, and also allowed him to use some Western swordsmanship techniques in a short time.

However, there were indeed some strange phenomena in his body, that is, his body seemed to have not grown up, or his appearance seemed to have been fixed. If Ju saw him again, he would be surprised, and he seemed to have not changed at all, and he was like he came out of the mountain back then.

Perhaps it was the reason for that matter... I searched everywhere but found no answer to the problem. Perhaps the secluded master of Datong Temple knew something. This was also the reason why he returned to Datong Temple with Quanzong and his group.

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