Chapter 115 All the City is Soldiers

After meeting the barren scorpion, the red-eared demon spirit did not directly return to the palace courtyard in the upper city, but took a detour to another drug farmer's house in the lower city.

As soon as he got to the door of the courtyard, he met the owner of the medicine farmer. He was an old man of the magic clan with a crutch in his hand, with a bamboo basket full of herbal flowers behind him. As soon as he saw the red-eared demon spirit, he smiled and seemed to be quite familiar with him. While greeting, he greeted him into the room attentively.

The pattern and furnishings in the house are roughly the same as those of other drug farmers. As soon as you enter the hall, there are shelves for storing medicine in front of the whole wall.

An old lady of the magic spirit clan was busy putting the dried herbs on the shelf. Seeing her old man and the red-eared demon coming back together, she stopped the work and asked, "Your Excellency, have you come all the way back to buy herbs?"

"Oh, yes!" The red-eared demon sighed and answered.

"How's Master Kui doing recently?" The old lady couldn't wait to ask again.

The red-eared demon shook his head, showing all kinds of helplessness on his face.

"Your Excellency, please sit down first!" As the old man pulled a chair and invited the red-eared demon to sit down, the old man turned to his wife and said, "Don't just ask about this and that. Give the adult tea!"

"I won't drink tea!" The red-eared demon waved his hand and then turned his eyes to a pirate hanging on the wall and asked, "Can you play a song for me?"

The red sandalwood carved white flower pipa is extremely commensurate with the simple furnishings in the room. The old man listened to the words of the red-eared demon. The reality hesitated for a moment, then picked up the bamboo basket on his body and piled it in the corner with the crutches, then took off the pipa from the wall and carefully held it upright and sat on the chair.

He took a deep breath, pressed the string with his left hand, and stroked with his right hand. The clear and full tone came from the pear-shaped resonance box of the pipa. The melody was melodious and continuous, which made the audience present a picture in front of his eyes, sometimes like mountains and flowing water, sometimes like thousands of troops and horses, sometimes like sunshine and white snow, and sometimes as if. Kunpeng Tunan...

This song seems to tell a forgotten story, and it seems to express some kind of repressed emotion. When the old man played to the point of impassionedness, his whole body became radiant, as if he was suddenly much younger.

Mole Xiaoqi, who hid under the window and followed the red-eared demon spirit, witnessed all this. He came here to buy herbs, but he suddenly wanted to listen to some pipa, which puzzled her, so she continued to observe.

After listening to a song, the red-eared magic spirit bought several herbs he needed and left the medicine farmer's house. Mole Xiaoqi was not in a hurry to follow him, but stayed outside the medicine farmer's house to see what would happen next.

As soon as the red-eared demon left, the old man hung the pipa back on the wall, and then nodded meaningfully to the old lady behind him. The old lady walked into the inner room with understanding, stretched out her hand and counted to the ground, and then bent down to lift a few bricks on the ground, revealing a square lid.

She pulled the handle and opened the lid, took out a copper armor and a mace from the inside, took them back to the outer room with a difficult time, and handed them to the old man with a solemn face.

After the old man took it, he found a piece of cloth and carefully wiped the dust on the armor and mace. I can't remember how long he hasn't worn this suit when he was young, and this mace, which also helped him win a lot of battles in those years. They are like his old friends. When he holds them back in his hand, he unconsciously sees that they are already in tears.

"Old man, I didn't expect this day to come!" The old lady put her hand on his shoulder and pressed it.

"For the last son of the devil, my old bone is not spared even if it is covered with the liver and brain!" The old man replied resolutely.

The pipa used to be their musical instrument for entertainment and recreation, but now it has become the horn of war. He has made up his mind to fight for the continuation of the son of the demon and the demon clan.

Mole Xiaoqi felt that something was not good. He turned his head and planned to go to other drug farmers' homes, but found that the only remaining old, weak, sick and disabled people of the demon clan began to prepare for battle like the old man. There were armor and weapons hidden in other people's homes. Obviously, it had been planned for a long time. She immediately rushed back to the intelligence group. The landing point explained all this to the boss Changfeng.

"You mean those old people are armed?! What are they going to do?!" After listening to her words, Chang Feng got up and couldn't believe what Xiao Qi said.

"It is said to be for the last son of the demon." Mole Xiaoqi blinked and said.

"The last son of the devil?!" The big white dog next to him sighed and asked, " boss, will that be the son of the red-eared demon?"

"This is terrible. Lao Liu hasn't returned a letter to Lord Hongye yet. The people in Wangcheng may arrive in Qingyang at any time. According to the current situation, more people must be sent!" Chang Feng became a little anxious.

At this time, a beautiful woman in red suddenly came through the wall. This person was Honglian, the third in the intelligence group. She charmingly cling to Changfeng's arms and asked, "Looking that you are famously calm, why are you panicking now?"

"I haven't figured out what the seven-tone gate is, and there is a new situation. How can I not be in a hurry?" Changfeng stiffly pushed her away and answered.

Although she knew that Changfeng was angry with her, Honglian was not angry at all. She knows Changfeng's temper best. He likes freedom by nature and doesn't like restraint, but he has a true temperament. If it hadn't been for the affection and righteousness of Ouyang Hongye who admired Ouyang Hongye from the bottom of his heart, he would not have joined the army of Wangcheng, let alone taken such a thankless job as leading the intelligence team.

Compared with ordinary soldiers who just follow the general's guidance to fight on the battlefield, the work of the intelligence team is boring and dangerous. In order to confirm the identity of the traitor of the red-eared demon spirit, the seven of them have been with him for more than two months, and recently they have finally made a major discovery and are also in great danger.

Once Qingyang City begins to be on guard, they will become in a dilemma and will soon be found. With their combat effectiveness, they may have a chance to win against the five people in the convoy of Fire City, but it is hard to say if they add these demons in the whole city.

The scorpion, who was sent to monitor his brother, was still lurking around the foot of the Fire City motorcade. The surface of the place where they settled looked quite calm.

The pig demon cook in the motorcade was preparing dinner, and the guide was sitting in the yard playing chess with the barren scorpion. Next to him, the black fox, the thre, was playing with the snake-shaped knife.

The humanoid posture of the black fox is a thin old man in a black robe, and he is the head of the group of black foxes who attacked Ouyang Xiaolen ten years ago. Since the failure of the attack, he has lost his prestige in the clan and has no choice but to turn to the city owner of Fire City.

There is also a follower in the team, a badger demon, who maintains the form of the body almost all the time like the Mole Seven in the intelligence group.

Looking at my brother's scorpion from afar, his heart is really full of mixed feelings. The brotherhood should have been done as early as a hundred years ago. The scar on his face is the best proof, and the wound in his heart is more than a scar.

Although he had known his brother's character, he was eager to achieve a career and did everything he could, even care about his own brother's life, Scorpion really didn't expect that his brother didn't even refuse a devil like Qingyun.

"I lost again!" The horse's face pulled his hand back from the ghost chessboard, and it was obviously scalded.

"Sure enough, everything is exactly the same as the demon Qingyun expected. I really admire him more and more!" The scorpion said in a good mood after winning several chess games in a row.

"That's not true. I didn't expect the Red-eared Demon Spirit to really deal with these old guys in the city!" The horse's face answered.

"Shh! The wall has ears!" The scorpion pointed to him with a smile and said.

"Yes, yes!" The horse's face quickly nodded and echoed.

Scorpion remembers that he used to play ghost chess with his brother. Every time he won, he felt embarrassed for a long time, so he did not want to play with his brother, but his brother still had to compete with him. Later, in order to make his brother happy, he deliberately released water to let him win.

In fact, my brother is also better than him. My brother is very good at painting. No matter what, as long as I have seen it once, I can draw vividly. However, as a belligerent race, my brother's specialty is always degraded to penny by my father. In the end, my brother gave up. For this, he still feels sorry for his brother.

The Scorpion had been silently watching them eating and drinking. When it was already Xu, he thought that the day would be spent calmly like this, but suddenly there was a burst of ** in the city. He was curious about what had happened, and the shadow demon appeared.

"Those old men in the city, but all the men, are fully armed and are gathering outside the Shangcheng Palace. They should go to see the Red-eared Demon Spirit and tell the eldest brother to follow us to see what's going on." The dark shadow on the ground disappeared in a flash.

The Scorpion looked at his brother again and turned around and rushed to the city.

He looked outside the palace and was shocked. The demons gathered in front of the main gate of the King's Palace were all dressed in armor, armed with weapons, and lined up neatly. They are divided into seven teams, with about 50 people in each team. This should be all the remaining men of the demon clan except for the red-eared demon and his son Kui. Most of them are old, and some of them are even warriors when the first generation of demon king Huli reigned. At this moment, they all look bright eyes and fighting spirited.

The moonlight was projected on the red palace wall of the King's Palace. All the torches raised under the city were suddenly lit. The door slowly opened, and the red-eared demon came out of the door. As soon as he saw him, the demons in front of the palace also calmed down.