Chapter 400 Demon Invasion

In the Great Heat, the sun hung in the sky like a big orange disk, and the sky was cloudless, which inadvertently made the dog days more unbearable.

Cen Ruoqiu walked in the countryside with a bag in his back and a hundred-flower sword on his back. The green crops grew happily, but this did not stretch her frown.

There is a winding river not far in front of it. There is a fluffy weeping willow on the river, and there is a tea house under the willow tree. At this moment, a group of villagers are sitting under the willow tree eating tea and chatting.

"Boss, give me a watermelon." Cen Ruoqiu walked for a long time and felt thirsty. She saw a farmer selling watermelons by the roadside with a pile of red and black watermelons on the ground. It looked very attractive, so she picked up a good piece.

"A bronze, girl." The melon-selling farmer looks more than 50 years old, with a pleated face and dark skin. He should be a relationship that is often bathed in the sun.

Cen Ruoqiu handed over a copper seed, then walked to the shade of the tree with watermelon and sat down to concentrate on eating. Over the years, she has developed a good habit of doing everything, otherwise she will achieve nothing.

As the saying goes, it is better to rely on a big tree to enjoy the cool. Now Cen Ruoqiu has realized the meaning of this sentence. As soon as she walked into the shade, she immediately felt much refreshed. Behind her, the group of farmers were listening to books around a storyteller.

"The country breaks through the mountains and rivers, and the city is full of vegetation!" The storyteller seemed to have just made an introduction. He half squinted and drank a sip of tea. After wiping his mouth, he recited two sad poems on the board. Even if the mountain farmers sitting in this circle were all mountain farmers, these people cried after hearing it.

The storyteller looks very young, only in his thirties, and a white robe on his body has already been yellowed. He held two boards in his hand, gently touched them a few times, made a crisp sound, and said, "These two poems are poems written by ancient literati on the day of the country's collapse. They are not suitable as today, a hundred years later. It's just that it's not the neighboring country that broke the country now, but a group of demons and monsters.

"Alas!" Those farmers felt uncomfortable when they heard this, but they were clumsy and couldn't say anything. It was only you and my sigh.

"Just now we talked about the three grandchildren who left their hometown and escaped from the claws. On this day, they walked to a city." The bookmaker patted the bamboo board twice and continued, "This city is located at the junction of Jiangnan and the north of the Yangtze River. It is not very famous to say. My fellow villagers may not have heard of it. It is called Fuzhou City. The governor of Fuzhou City belongs to Wanjian Villa, which is very elegant. He has never followed the demon clan and led the whole people of Fuzhou to fight against the demon clan, but he also knows that it is difficult for people to win the sky.

"I don't know when the 10,000 demons sent someone to assassinate the governor and take Fuzhou City. These three grandchildren are ordinary people. How can they know these things? The storyteller said solemnly, "They expected to enter Fuzhou and then go south. It may be better to come to the shelter of Baihua Valley, but who would have expected that the day they came happened to be the day when Fuzhou broke the city."

"Alas, these three grandchildren are going to suffer again!" An old farmer sighed.

"Yes, yes, there have been too many such things this year, which is heartbreaking." Others also agree.

"These demon cubs are also cunning. They occupied Fuzhou City and did not decorate the inside and outside the city like iron barrels. Instead, they made the original soldiers continue to be on duty in order to attract more people." The storyteller said, "After the three grandchildren came in, they were very happy at first and thought to himself, 'Now there is finally a place to settle down.' But who knows? Not long after they entered the door, there was a sound of horses' hoofs behind them, and the grandfather's heart thumped when he heard this sound!"

"Hey, the horses of the demon clan are very different from ours. Their horses have thick hooves and iron ingots are nailed on the soles of their feet. They are a pit when they step on the dirt road, which is much better than ours!" At this time, a crooked and sloppy man said casually.

Everyone had no objection to this, but they didn't like the tone of the sloppy man, so someone refuted him and said, "Three donkeys, if you like the demon clan, you can go to find a girl from the demon clan. Why bother to follow your father to escape?"

The three donkeys' faces turned red and white for a while, touching their dysentery heads and humming, "Do you think I don't want to? Haven't you heard a word? Those who know the current affairs are handsome! Now, whoever has a hard fist is the boss! Unfortunately, there are no girls in the demon army, otherwise I will definitely be a son-in-law.

"Bah!" Everyone spat at him in unison and stopped talking to him.

Cen Ruoqiu sat behind the tree, and gnawed a piece of watermelon three times before she finished it. She listened to the storyteller's book in her ears, but said sadly in her heart, "The demon clan has finally come, and the master has broken down. Now this martial arts suddenly seems that there is no one. The blood demon god evaporated from the world, and Wanjian Villa has returned to the demon clan, leaving only Our Hundred Flower Valley and Mount Sumeru, thousands of miles away, are still sticking. Alas..."

"Bou said that the old man's heart thumped and knew that the city was also broken. His first reaction was to protect his only grandson with his left hand and his little granddaughter with his right hand." The calligrapher didn't care about the three donkeys' gigs and continued, "but he said that the little granddaughter, who was thirteen years old, came out with a beautiful age. She was really a beautiful woman. The old man protected his two grandchildren and leaned against the roadside and gave way to the demon horse team. Seeing that the horse team was about to pass, they also planned to leave Fuzhou. Unexpectedly, there was a guy in the horse team who was very lustful. He needed six girls a day, twice in the morning, afternoon and evening. This time it happened to be afternoon, and he walked along the street. While looking for it, I saw the little girl at a glance.

"Well, who can do anything about such a thing?" Someone sighed.

"The old man and his grandparents and grandchildren were sad and happy. After many hardships, they reunited. Therefore, the old man also made up his mind this time. Anyway, he must protect the two children and prevent them from experiencing storms." When the storyteller said this, he also burst into tears. "After seeing the little girl's beauty, the demon beast jumped off the horse. You and I all know that the demon clan is very tall. The two children who suddenly scared him trembled all over. The boy is okay, and the girl is simply shaking like a sieve."

"Come here and show the old man, hey hey!" The storyteller said, "The demon clan was born and stretched out his palm to pull the little girl. At this time, the old man was about to stop it. Unexpectedly, the grandson in his arms, who was only 14 years old and less than a few months older than his sister, broke free. He hit his head and scolded angrily, "You beasts, kill my father and killed my mother. , I will hurt my sister this time, and I, Deng Wanger, will never allow it!"

"Good!" At this time, the people around listening to the book applaud and applauded the courage of the young hero. At the same time, they were secretly worried about his life and death in their hearts. Sure enough, the story that the bookmaker said next made people cry.

"When the beast saw a child less than half his height came forward, he said with a ferocious smile: 'Deng Wanger? I think you are waiting for the dead!' With that, he lifted the child, pulled his legs and tore it hard. This time, it was miserable. The old man watched his grandson being split in half like this, and his internal organs fell to the ground. He didn't lift it up in one breath, and he was so angry. The storyteller said, "Poor that young lady, who was caught by the demon clan, can't live or die..."

"Alas!" Everyone sighed and made up their minds to protect their families. However, the power of the demon clan is strong, the martial arts in the Central Plains decline, the country is no longer a country, and the family is not a family. What else can they do?

"As the saying goes, I rely on my parents and friends when I go out. I, Liu Laosan, have no other ability to tell a story to make a living. Let's see if you have money, and if you don't have money, thank you!" After saying that, the bookteller stood up with a broken bowl and walked to the old farmers one by one.

Some of these farmers have lived here for generations, some have moved here after the corpse plague more than ten years ago, and some have fled here after the invasion of the demons, but no matter which one, they are kind of kindness in their hearts and can't see others suffer. Therefore, when the storyteller came to them, these people threw copper coins one after another. Before long, the man actually earned 20 to 30 words, enough for him to eat for a few days.

"We can't live. What else do we need to do with these things outside?" Someone shook his head and sighed.

"Alas, let's go home." An old farmer took the lead to stand up, so the farmers gathered here went home with a heavy heart.

The people dispersed quickly, and the boss of Chaliao also closed the stall and went home. I don't know when the melon farmers disappeared. Cen Ruoqiu held a piece of watermelon peel in his hand and was still immersed in the story of the storyteller just now. The story is always a story, but the story comes from life. Cen Ruoqiu knows that the story of the storyteller is not exaggerated at all, because she has already known what kind of life these people are living under the iron feet of the demon clan.

"The people suffer, and the people of the world are not living. This is the time for the people in martial arts to contribute." Cen Ruoqiu said secretly in his heart, "When I go back this time, I must organize the people to fight against the invasion of demons!"