Section 20: The Smoke of the Beacon (16)

Bu Jingxian smiled helplessly and said, "I'm really convinced."

Then he stopped talking and watched July wipe out the whole wild boar without even letting go of the pig's head. In the end, he bit the bones and sucked the marrow inside.

Finally, she had eaten the leftover bones and then stood up with satisfaction, stretched her waist and said, "Comfortable!"

After saying that, he jumped gently and jumped into the river five feet away in front. He plunged in and then slowly floated up from the water in a moment.

When Bu Jingxian saw that she was wearing clothes and washing them in water, she couldn't help but recall the past in a daze.

...

At that time, he led July to Beiling Mountain. He left for three days before he saw the village. Both of them were covered in sweat and stains. Seeing that there was a river outside the village, July would take off his clothes and go into the water.

Seeing this, Bu Jingxian hurriedly persuaded her and asked, "No, people come and go, how can you, a woman, take off your naked body and go into the water?"

At that time, July was a slave, and he was used to being humble, so he didn't care about these things. After hearing Bu Jingxian's words, he just looked at the river with his big eyes open.

"I will teach you a way to wear clothes. Although it is a little more troublesome, just be careful and wash your body and clothes together. You are not afraid of embarrassing people to see..."

July opened his eyes wide and listened to him interestingly. Finally, he pulled his hand and said, "Brother Bu went into the water to teach me how to wash it."

...

Bu Jingxian recalled the past and quietly watched July in the water lose his mind.

July, whose head and face were full of water, quietly watched his loss of consciousness, and was thinking about his own thoughts for a moment.

The moon is like a hook, and the stars are not dense, and they are scattered sparsely in the sky.

But the hazy light shines on the earth and the dark night can be seen vaguely.

The water waves rippled, circled, layered, spreading on all sides.

On the water surface, July's eyes were as bright as stars, and his quiet appearance seemed to be bored and dazed. His eyes occasionally floated to Bu Jingxian to look at him, and then slowly moved to the water surface, watching the ripples rippling.

It was unknown how long it had passed, but Bu Jingxian put away his thoughts of reminiscence, and his eyes reflected in the face of July again. Bu Jingxian slowly stood up and spread his black wings. His wings were dark, but they seemed to absorb the moonlight in the sky, gathering a hazy golden yellow to illuminate the surrounding area.

The flapping light wings slowly raised his body.

"If you kill someone who doesn't want to kill, you will be sad; if you are killed, others will be sad for yourself. If you say this, sometimes, you will be sad for those who don't want to kill, do you use your own sadness to exchange for happiness for those who will be sad for yourself. Should you make yourself sad or make those who care for yourself? Sometimes, there are only these two choices. Sorrow without freedom means having to fall into this choice."

Suddenly, muffled thunder rolled in the sky, and for a moment, another purple lightning flashed out that seemed to break through the sky and the earth.

Bu Jingxian took off the spear on his back, activated the mechanism to restore the umbrella shape, and gently threw it, and the umbrella slowly fell to the bag on the ground. The white umbrella surface reflected a faint moonlight, which was particularly conspicuous.

"Give you a shelter from the wind and rain."

After Bu Jingxian said that, he shook his wings quickly, and his body changed into a fuzzy light and flew away from the sky.

July quietly stared at the white umbrella on the bag and was in a daze, soaking it in water for a long time.

‘Why is he good to me?’

This question is not only the first time in July, but the feeling is particularly strong today.

She gave up the Zi Lan Holy Bow, no matter how unbearable she was, she didn't care, and gave her a treasure of the agency.

She had seen Wu Fei's ability and knew very well that this umbrella was powerful. It could resist bows, arrows, hidden weapons, swords, and weapons that could change their lengths.

During my travels, I realized that men in the world are too affectionate and too heartless. The most tragic thing about women in the world is that they always feel the attentiveness of men and affectionate. All the sufferings of love are like this, and they end up in a desolate scene where they are alone in the boudoir and live to please others to laugh.

However, at this moment, she felt that she was making such a mistake. She couldn't help but feel that Beijun Zuoan seemed to treat her much better than others...

This kind of thought had happened in July, and it was precisely because of this that she was particularly unwilling to give Bu Jingxian a good face and speak good words. She just wanted to keep it from thousands of miles away. However, now she met by chance in Yan State and could not hide.

‘I will repay him today’s favor in the future. I must not be close to that flirtatious person…’

Bu Jingxian flew high in the sky, and soon the sky was covered with dark clouds, and thunder rolled, and heavy rain fell in an instant.

Guangying was not afraid of the rain falling. Although his clothes and hair were wet, he didn't care.

The situation of the Yan State's soul martyrdom army was urgent. He had delayed July and was even more reluctant to delay the rain at this moment.

The Yan State's Spirit Martyrdom Army was attacked by the Yan State's army and retreated to an isolated peak among the mountains. The surrounding terrain was dangerous, and the bare high mountain peaks were rising and falling one after another. There were originally cable bridges, but now they were destroyed by the Spirit Martyrdom Army. If the Yan State's army wants to pursue, it must go through the canyon path between the mountains and walk around for 300 miles to reach the lonely peak close to the Spirit Martyrdom Army.

The road up the mountain is very rugged and extremely difficult to attack. The Divine Soul Army occupied the advantage of the terrain, and it was difficult for Yan's armies to attack from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the peak.

Therefore, after defeating the Shenhun Martyr Army, the Yan army did not continue to pursue and encircle the encirclement and suppression, and just waited for the rebels to fail to support themselves.

Above a lonely peak of more than a hundred feet, when thunder and lightning illuminated the heaven and earth, someone of the martyr who was patrolling the night stood in a shelter from the rain and looked up at the sky. Suddenly, there was a black shadow in the lightning.

“It seems like there is something in the sky.”

"What? Such a big rainbird has been hiding."

Another person looked up and looked up while talking.

When another lightning flashed, both of them saw a person flying above their heads!

"Man, man-is a man! A man with wings!"

The two vigilant martyrs shouted in surprise. The people in the room behind them were disturbed by the sound of wind and rain, and thought there was something wrong, so they immediately pulled up the alarm.

All the sleeping people on the entire lonely peak were awakened by the ringing rings of the mountain. They hurriedly grabbed their weapons and ran out, occupying half of the lonely peak like an ant for a moment.

Only then did I realize that it was not Yan's troops to attack, but there was a flying person with wings above my head. I couldn't help but see strange discussions.

When Bu Jingxian saw the commotion of Gu Feng, he deliberately couldn't go down and shouted. One wanted to see the organization of the Soul Martyrs Army, and the other was interested in taking this opportunity to let them witness their Soul Will power.

The lonely peak was in a state of chaos. The leader of the Soul Martyr Army looked at it for a long time, and finally used his skills to shout, "Is it the Soul Immortal Lord--? Are you the Soul Immortal Lord--?"

Bu Jingxian then slowly landed, and his feet landed in the open space that the crowd spontaneously gave up. He immediately pressed his forehead and bent down slightly around and bowed to the surroundings and said, "On the lower left bank."

The martyrs of gods and souls pressed their foreheads, bent down to return the gift, and shouted, "The soul is immortal!"

Bu Jingxian thought it was their greeting words, so he added, "The soul is immortal!"

"The Immortal Lord of the Soul is indeed the leader of the Soul Sect designated by the Soul Immortal. He traveled thousands of miles to Yan State to help the fellow Taoists. Please come inside and speak."

Bu Jingxian looked at the leader of the martyrdom army slightly.

Seeing that he was dark in skin, strong but not thick, tall but not giant, thin eyebrows, and wearing a black hooded robe in the traditional old standard of the Divine Soul Sect, he was not carrying weapons. On both sides of him, the few people with outstanding combat power did not wear weapons.

Bu Jingxian couldn't help but suspect that this man was born in the Soul Mountain.

Today, the pursuit of the soul will rarely have the habit and belief to maintain the soul mountain - disdain to use any weapons, and believe that the soul will power is stronger than anything else.

However, this person seems to be only over twenty years old, but his cultivation is very clever, which is very contrary to the stubbornness of the Soul Sect in practicing human martial arts.

The houses on the lonely peaks all look simple, and the layout has already given way to the ground. Jingxian secretly feels like Shenhun Mountain - the four villages are located in the four corners and the main village is located in the center.

"My name is Qian Yufei. I am currently the leader of the Soul Martyr Army. Here I would like to express my gratitude to the Savior Immortal Lord for the rescue of the Savior Immortal Lord." After saying that, Qian Yufei took out his arms and made a rough black iron plate and handed it to Bu Jingxian. "The Martyr Army gathered to fight in Yan State under the guidance of the Great Soul Immortal Star Fall. Since I didn't know about the Immortal Lord in the past, I will temporarily lead everyone to fight. Now the Immortal Lord is here. Please become the leader of the Martyr Army and lead everyone to fight for the Will of the Spirit!"

Bu Jingxian was not too polite. He knew that this man was a true seeker of soul and will, and he was willing to give up the responsibilities of the leader to those who were more convinced by his fellow practitioners. He took over the iron card with both hands and received this responsibility.

"Adhering to the guidance of the great immortal of the soul, it is my unshirkable responsibility of the left bank to lead the fellow gods to fight for the will of the soul. But I don't know if the left bank is responsible for this responsibility, is it the common wish of the martyrs or the wish of more than half?"

The leaders of the Shenhun Sect and many people who are responsible for management are elected by the election. At least half of the leaders need to be more than half. Half of them have one way to lead, and all of them have one way to lead. The two cannot be confused, so Bu Jingxian must ask clearly.

"The Immortal Lord has the power of divine soul and will. All colleagues in the world will fully trust it, and the Martyrdom Army is no exception."

"Okay!" Bu Jingxian was very satisfied and asked again, "Is the deadline for the exercise of responsibilities an old rule or a public opinion?"

The so-called old example is three years, and the public opinion is through discussion and voting to decide the deadline.

As the leader who is elected, within the period of accepting the responsibility of the leader, all decisions can only be made even if others have other opinions, and they cannot oppose or refuse to obey. This is not to prevent the leader from doing his best, and to avoid the formation of various opposing small groups due to different opinions, that is, the usual political parties.

"Old example." Qian Yufei answered quickly.

"Everyone will rest first and discuss things tomorrow."

Everyone in the hall agreed to write a ceremony to go back.

Only Qianyufei led Bu Jingxian to the place where he stayed. On the way, the latter asked him, "I heard from the Sword Saint of the Soul that there is a Thousand Village Guardian in the Soul Mountain, but I don't know..."

"It's the deceased father."
Chapter completed!