At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The people in charge of the alert ran back in panic, their faces full of fear.

Everyone was in a panic when they heard this.

Wang Changqing and Bian Suchen looked at each other, and saw a trace of uneasiness in each other's eyes.

Wang Changqing held a long sword and comforted Bian Suchen: "Wait for me here, I'll go and see."

After so long together, the feelings of the two are no longer as immature as they were at the beginning.

As the saying goes, a friend in need is a friend indeed. These days, they are hovering on the edge of life and death.

Although Bian Suchen did not explicitly say that he liked him, and he had never even mentioned words like "like".

But the two of them knew each other tacitly and had feelings for each other. As long as one of them broke the rice paper, it would be a natural thing.

But at the critical moment, the originally carefree Wang Changqing became shy.

"You must be careful!" Bian Suchen nodded and warned.

"Yes." Wang Changqing responded and flew to the city gate.

Looking at Wang Changqing's back, Bian Suchen took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Wang Changqing jumped onto the city wall and stood on the top of the city overlooking the outside of the city.

Sure enough, he saw a Nanjue army coming towards the city. They were fully armed and heavily armored, with smoke and dust rolling, raising a cloud of dust.

This is a heavily armored army!

The city wall was high, and Wang Changqing stood on a high place, staring sharply at the Nanjue soldiers who were getting closer and closer outside the city.

He looked at the leading general with deep eyes, and his fingers held the long sword worn on his waist.

The Nanjue army seemed to have more than 10,000 people, and the leader was a man wearing black armor.

His cold and handsome face was covered with frost, his eyes were sinister and vicious, and he looked quite embarrassed.

This is a group of defeated generals!

Wang Changqing quickly came to the conclusion, and at the same time guessed that this army would come to this desolate city that had been breached.

I am afraid that this army has just experienced a tragic battle, otherwise a heavily armored army would not be so embarrassed.

Thinking of this, Wang Changqing clenched the hilt of his sword, his eyes were sharp, and he was ready to fight.

A militia captain looked at the smoke and dust below and said with some fear: "Master Wang, what should we do?"

In this month, Wang Changqing has become the backbone of this city.

It was because of him that a militia was formed in the city to resist small groups of bandits or deserters from enemy countries.

When the people knew that he was a disciple of Wudang, they kowtowed and prayed for the blessing of Wudang's ancestor.

Wang Changqing narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

Since this army did not retreat from Beili territory, but came to this city, there is only one possibility...

There are pursuers behind!

Wang Changqing leaned over and jumped off the city wall, found Bian Suchen all the way, and took her hand without saying a word.

Bian Suchen was stunned, but did not resist, but asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

Wang Changqing had no time to say anything more to her: "There are tens of thousands of Nan Jue heavy armor outside the city, and they will arrive here soon. While there is still time, I will take you away from here, otherwise it will be too late."

Hearing Wang Changqing say this, Bian Suchen's heart skipped a beat.

She turned her head and looked at the people who were standing there at a loss: "What should these people do?"

"I don't know what they should do, I only know that you can't stay here." Wang Changqing sighed.

Bian Suchen hesitated and said: "Why?"

Why!

Wang Changqing straightened her body, facing him, and looked into his eyes: "Why? Don't you realize how beautiful you are? A group of hot-blooded soldiers saw a pure beauty on the battlefield. What do you think they would do? You have to know that they are soldiers of the enemy country!"

Bian Suchen didn't realize the seriousness of the matter. After hearing what Wang Changqing said, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

"I am a disciple of Yaowang Valley. They should..."

However, she was interrupted by Wang Changqing before she finished speaking.

"They should give Yaowang Valley a face and not make things difficult for you? Su Chen, Su Chen, you are too naive!"

In terms of medical skills, no one dares to compete for the first place in Yaowang Valley.

But in terms of dealing with people, he is like a child who has not experienced much of the world, and this is why Yaowang Valley sends disciples out of the valley for training.

Bian Suchen lowered his head, bit the corner of his lips lightly, and said nothing more.

An old man, leaning on a cane, trembled and walked forward, stretched out his old and withered hand, and asked: "Dr. Bian, Taoist Wang, are you leaving now?"

These days, they have experienced life together.

Death.

Now that the Nanjue army is approaching, it is time to leave in order to save their lives.

Just when Wang Changqing thought that these people were going to beg them to stay and help guard the city gate.

The old man suddenly raised his head and showed a kind and gentle smile: "Master Wang, take Doctor Bian away quickly. We, the old, weak and sick, can still delay you for a while."

Wang Changqing looked up suddenly and saw that the hungry and skinny people were looking at them with a blessing.

"Master Wang! You must give Doctor Bian happiness!"

"Master Wang! I wish you all the best in advance. You must be good to Doctor Bian in this life!"

"Doctor Bian! You are the most beautiful doctor I have ever seen. You must take good care of yourself in the future and take care!"

...

Listening to these simple, kind and concerned instructions, Wang Changqing felt bitter and a strong sense of sadness rose in his heart.

These people were so innocent, but because of the war, their families were broken up, their wives and children were separated, and their homes were destroyed in the flames of war...

He used to look down on them because they were cannibals, but now think about it.

They were innocent, honest, and peaceful poor people.

If it weren't for the war, how could they have fallen into that situation?

Looking at this group of simple people, Wang Changqing's nose was sore, and he vaguely remembered it.

——Yuxu Palace

"Changqing! The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. You are gifted, but don't waste your talent and study those unorthodox ways all day long!" The master said to him earnestly.

Back then, he was only thirteen years old when he was brought to Wu.

He was an orphan who was picked up and raised by his master since he was a child, teaching him knowledge, skills and techniques.

When he first entered the world of martial arts, he was young and passionate, and always fantasized about being free and easy with a sword in the world of martial arts.

But as time went by, he gradually realized that this world and the world of martial arts were cruel.

The Jianghu is not as colorful as imagined, but only the ashes of war.

The world is not as colorful as imagined, but only the ashes of war.

Human desires are endless. When a person is not satisfied with the present, the originally ups and downs of the heart will become erratic.

The Nan Jue army is getting closer and closer. Even though it is a few hundred meters away from the city gate, the earthquake can still be felt.

Bian Suchen has been crying for a long time. The master said it in the valley.

She is the one who makes him most worried among the three disciples, not because of her poor medical skills, but because she is too kind.

She is so kind that she can't bear to see the suffering of the world, and she is so kind that she can't bear the suffering of the people.

But the master never let her change this temper, because the master once told her.

In this Jianghu, there must be a good person who likes to selflessly dedicate himself and shine to illuminate others.

Otherwise, this Jianghu will be sick and become cold-blooded and ruthless.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility...

Wang Changqing held the long sword, and the heart of Taoism in his heart changed because of the words of the ancestor.

A Tai Chi Yin Yang fish pattern slowly emerged under his feet...

One thought leads to freedom!