After all, the seven-day time is a little tight, and Lin Yi can figure out what the big men in the military department and the Chinese army are thinking.

The more officials who did not fight in the border army, the more the promotion or dismissal was related to the emperor's mood and anger.

What these officials were most concerned about was naturally the emperor's joy and anger.

In the eyes of those officials, even the life and death of all the Tie Ce troops in Luoshui City may not be as important as the emperor's face.

Therefore, even if it takes time, it can only be delayed after completing the military order and capturing or killing the cultivator from Tongtai Temple, not before it is completed.

The biggest difficulty now is to determine the specific location of Zhou Xuanming, although the monk of Tongtai Temple and several cultivators from the military department have managed to chase down, but Lin Yi naturally can't bet on these people.

Without too much preparation, several carriages left the Tiece Army camp in Luoshui City and headed towards Mumen County in Bazhou at full speed.

In the carriage at the front, Lin Yi kept eating something, but at the same time, he was thinking about where he should flee if he was Zhou Xuanming, and after killing so many people, he knew that he must have been targeted by the Southern Dynasty military.

There must be a reason for killing, even if it is indiscriminate.

And where to flee, there will be a reason.

Why go to Mumen-gun?

If you can deduce some of the person's intentions, you can find the person more quickly.

......

Whether they can eat enough and live in peace is always the most concerned issue for ordinary people.

People who are as stupid as ants in the eyes of the powerful are often able to react violently beyond expectations when these two things are threatened.

The story of the arrival of the evil spirit spread faster than the visionary officials of the Ministry of War and the Chinese Army could have imagined.

The story of these indiscriminate killers quickly gave rise to several detailed accounts, the most disturbing of the officials' legend that the ghost of the former emperor had returned with corpses to fight for the throne.

Those murderers were the demon generals of the previous emperor, and for every soul they captured, one more corpse soldier corpse would return to the soul.

This kind of statement, which sounds absurd, has a widely circulated way of dealing with it among the people.

Yin soldiers can't eat the food of the yang world, so they must be full at all times, and the yang energy must be sufficient, so as to avoid being killed by the yin soldiers and taking the soul.

Such an absurd statement is even confirmed in the different fates of the two villages.

On both sides of the official road from Fuyu County to Taigu County, there are many villages, two of which are called Guzhang and Nianyin, and there is only an old bridge between the two villages.

The stream under the old stone bridge is so small that you can't walk barefoot in spring and summer, but in autumn and winter there is not much water on the riverbed, so you can walk directly through it.

However, overnight, more than a dozen families in Guzhang Village were killed, and none survived.

Just across the river, Nianyin Village is safe and sound.

It is said that the difference is only that Guzhang Village generally eats very light dinner, just drinking some millet soup, while most of the villagers in Nianyin Village raise silkworms, and need to get up several times in the middle of the night to feed silkworms, and they are easy to get hungry at night, so they generally eat hearty dinner and are very full.

Just one night passed, but the familiar neighbors on the opposite side of the chicken and dog all turned into terrible corpses, and the villagers on this side of Nianyin Village were also frightened, and in the next few days, except for one or two families who really had nowhere to go, the rest of the villagers also temporarily took refuge in their relatives, lest the demon suddenly cross the border with corpse soldiers.

The two small villages, which were originally quiet and peaceful, suddenly became bleak and deserted.

At night, when the mist of the stream under the old stone bridge gradually filled, a young man and an old woman from the countryside appeared in a cemetery by the river.

The face of the young man from a foreign country is covered with terrible scars, and if he is seen in the night, he will really think that he is a demon who has come out of hell.

What he did was also terrifying.

He dug up several graves of villagers who died that night.

These villagers were buried by officials in the county town, and they were all coffins with thin plates, which were still very new, but the bodies in this coffin were so rotten that the corpse water not only soaked the lower part of the coffin into an eerie black, but even seeped out of the wooden planks.

After the young foreigner with terrible scars on his face had dug up the graves, he never approached the coffins again.

Because he is Wang Pingyang.

When he smelled these corrupt breaths, the figure of the girl who died that day was already in his mind.

He already knew what was going on.

He just rejoiced.

That terrifying Demon Sect Master was indeed a devil who could play with people's spirits in the palm of his hand, if he was trapped in darkness that day and couldn't extricate himself, and he didn't have Lin Yi on the battlefield to make him feel light, he should be no different from the cultivator who killed these village names today.

"This has something to do with the Demon Sect. ”

However, then, when the middle-aged woman who had been busy opening the coffins for a moment got up and whispered these words, he was still unusually shocked.

This woman is naturally Huang Qiutang, the Holy Hand of the Medicine Valley that even Yuan Yan thought was dead.

Of course, Wang Pingyang knew that the corruption of these corpses beyond common sense was only caused by the extraction of some vitality from the exercises taught by the Demon Sect... But how could she possibly make such an inference?

He was silent for a moment, then decided what he was going to do.

"I know. ”

He looked at Huang Qiutang and continued, "But how do you know. ”

To be able to become the most outstanding talent in the world in a certain field, of course, it is impossible to be stupid, let alone to be able to escape from the hands of the Demon Sect, this medicine valley holy hand who seems to be an ordinary peasant woman is actually much smarter than ordinary people.

Her body shook slightly.

She looked at Wang Pingyang in some shock in the dark, looking at the hideous scars on his face, she finally understood what this young Southern Dynasty cultivator had gone through.

Her heart suddenly gave birth to infinite respect.

"You... You were one of them, too?"

She said this in a trembling voice, but she felt that it was wrong, and immediately shook her head and said, "The Demon Sect also wants to make you one of them?"

Wang Pingyang nodded slowly.

"True Yuan is also composed of Yuan Qi, and medicinal Qi is naturally also a variety of Yuan Qi. Huang Qiutang looked at the young man with respect and answered his previous question, "The exercises of the Demon Sect have some connection with the medicine he asked me to help him cultivate before. ”

Wang Pingyang looked at her, knowing that she didn't know much about the Demon Sect, and both he and Huang Qiutang needed to know more.

So he nodded and said softly: "That exercise of the Demon Sect, after killing someone, can transform the opponent's vitality into some directly absorbed aura, and then turn it into your own true element." ”

"So it's very simple, killing people can improve your cultivation, kill people, devour your vitality, and smelt into your own true yuan. Huang Qiutang looked at him and didn't spend more time thinking, "The true element of his exercise is like an introduction to the transformation of vitality, and those medicines are also medicine primers, which are either useful when he first cultivates this exercise and forms such a true element, or it can solve some problems in his cultivation process." ”

"Do you think there is something wrong with his exercise itself?" Wang Pingyang heard the implicit meaning of Huang Qiutang's words.

"There's something wrong, or it's not perfect. But that's just my guess. Huang Qiutang looked at the young man, knowing that there was no need to hide it, and continued: "Any powerful means of medicine and cultivation methods, logically speaking, need to follow the basic truth, throughout the ages, if you eat too much elixir, there will be direct disadvantage if you are inconvenient, or it will be inconvenient to have the existence of drug resistance, and it is useless to eat more, it is a medicine that is poisonous, even if this exercise can directly seize the true yuan of others, but if you eat too much, I think it is the same." ”

Wang Pingyang listened to these words, thinking about what this woman had done in these days, and he also thought about some things clearly, "In fact, after you arrived in the Southern Dynasty, you actually wanted to investigate what problems existed with his exercises. ”

Huang Qiutang nodded, "If it is poisonous, there will be an antidote, but if there is an antidote, there will also be something more toxic." ”

"So you also want to find a way to deal with the Demon Sect, and you also want to avenge those who were killed by the Demon Sect. Wang Pingyang looked at the woman, and the respect in his heart also came spontaneously.

"This route doesn't seem to be a good route to get rid of the Southern Dynasty cultivators. Huang Qiutang said: "Where does he want to go from here, what does he want to do?"

"I think I guessed it. Wang Pingyang suddenly had an answer in his heart, and he almost subconsciously whispered: "He wants to go to the Sword Pavilion of Mumen County." ”