Just a few minutes passed, and the Dali cavalry lost more than 200 times.

These corpses almost filled the way into the village.

"withdraw!"

"withdraw!"

The Dali cavalry was still scared after all, and a general shouted loudly.

The cavalry did not dare to fight again, and they held the torches and retreated in a very embarrassed manner towards the road when they entered the village.

They didn't care about these corpses on the ground, and even the corpse of the commander was left here by them.

The villagers breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man stood still, and his right hand slashed the saber to the ground, looking at the back of the Dali army leaving.

His two sons wanted to chase after him, but after passing by his father, he saw that his father had not followed him, so he hurriedly rushed back, "Father!"

In terms of appearance, they are all somewhat similar to the old man. They have a national face and look quite firm.

I don’t know which one is the older brother or which one is the younger brother. The one with a slightly stronger body couldn’t help but exclaim when he saw the blood on the corner of his father’s mouth.

The two brothers quickly supported the old man, "Father, are you okay?"

They all know that their father's health has not been very good over the years.

The villagers in the village had just breathed a lot of relief. He heard these two shouts. Although he was a little scared when he looked at the corpses on the ground, someone still ran over.

I only looked at the "Old Li" who had just shown his power in front of me, but suddenly felt a little distant, so I just watched from the side worriedly.

The old man waved his hand and smiled lightly, "The meridians are broken."

His two children became ecstatic and almost burst into tears, "Father!"

The old man didn't look much sad, and said again: "No need to be sad. I thought that I was with the Lord of the Hall and the others, and now I am living like this. It's meaningless to be able to hold wars before my death. It would be considered that I have no regrets in this life."

As he said that, he took out a token from his arms and said, "This token is held by the worship of Yanyutang. You two will take it and go to the army to serve."

"this……"

Both middle-aged men's eyes were red.

They all knew that their father was from the Jianghu, had served for the imperial court before, and had heard his father talk about many Jianghu affairs. However, they never knew that his father was worshipped in Yanyu Hall.

Among the stories my father told, the stories about Yanyutang are the most desirable.

The old man handed the token to one of the young men and said, "Let's clean up the details and go!"

"But you, Father!"

The two middle-aged men refused.

The old man said in a deep voice: "Go now! Don't abandon the martial arts that you have given to you for your father! Do you want to die with me in this village?"

As he spoke, blood came out of his mouth.

The villagers next to him were moved.

When the two middle-aged men saw the old man in this way, they finally took the token, kowtowed in front of the old man, and walked towards the village.

The old man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and swept across the villagers again, saying, "The thief army has lost so many people here, so I will not give up. You all clean up the details and leave the village quickly!"

"But Lao Li, you..."

The old village chief couldn't bear to say, "Are we leaving you here?"

The old man chuckled, "I am a man from Yanyutang. It is always better to die on the battlefield than to die on the sickbed. This is my own choice, and you don't have to accompany me."

"well!"

The old village chief sighed heavily, but didn't know what to say.

He may not know what Yanyutang is, but he can also see that Lao Li was not an ordinary person before. How could he persuade such a person?

After hesitating for a while, the villagers were still worried about their lives and their families and headed into the village.

Soon, villagers came out of the village one after another. They were all big bags and packed all the homes with them.

The old man was still at the entrance of the village, but he was sitting cross-legged at this time.

When the villagers passed by him, they did not speak, but just brought their families to him and knelt down and kowtowed him.

If he hadn't just blocked the thief army, the entire Longmen Village would have been slaughtered.

The old man closed his eyes, not knowing whether he could sense it, but he never opened his eyes.

The night is getting darker and darker.

Later, the old man's two sons also walked out of the village with swords and bags on their backs.

When he arrived in front of the old man, a young man said, "Father, then we're going!"

The old man opened his eyes and said, "Go! If you meet old people from Yanyutang in the future, remember to tell them that it is the most fortunate thing that I, Li Tieguai, can be brothers with them in my life."

The two young men burst into tears, focused their attention, and kowtowed again, heading towards the outsider of the village.

The Longmen Village gradually became empty.

For a long time, no villagers came out of the village again.

The old man cross-legged on the ground turned back to the village, which was pitch black and could not see anything. But it seemed that the entire Longmen Village was in his mind.

He has been here for more than ten years. He is familiar with every tree and grass here.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the old man whispered in a low voice: "The man in the world died..."

Then he shook his head and suddenly started singing.

The tune is weird.

I can't hear what he was singing.

It seemed that there was an extremely magnificent aura floating in his singing.

The Dali Army is really here again.

A thousand commanders were killed in this small village, and the army could not bear such humiliation. This time, thousands of cavalry arrived.

With so many cavalry, they can really level the Longmen Village in an instant with just launching an attack.

The horse's hooves rolled heavily.

The torches spread outside the village and couldn't see an end.

It was not until the entrance of the village that the old man had only a few dozen meters before the army stopped slowly.

A general in front of the army was wearing bright silver armor. He looked at the old man sitting among the pile of corpses, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

The old man opened his eyes and held a sabre in his hand, but he was still sitting on the ground, singing the strange song in his mouth. The song was very low, but he seemed to be immersed in it.

"kill!"

The general suddenly raised his gun and showed his murderous intention.

Dozens of cavalry were next to him and they rushed towards the old man at the same time.

At this moment, the old man finally stood up, his knife siding in front of his chest, but he laughed loudly, and his singing suddenly became much louder.

"The sword light is cold for decades, sighing that the beauty turns into a pile of bones... We hold the sword and drink to the sky, the wine is in full swing, the autumn is cold..."

Dust rolled on the ground.

The old man took big steps and rushed towards dozens of riders.

The sword intent appears again.

The sword shadows and sword lights flashed in the torch light, and the singing continued.

Until dozens of cavalry fell into a pool of blood, the old man stood with a sabre of slashing horses, and the blood on his chest became a little more serious.

"kill!"

The silver-armored general swung his gun again.

Dozens of cavalry rushed out of the formation.

He is going to fight the old man by rotating.

"Father!"

But at this moment, two swordsmen suddenly rushed out of the mountains and forests not far away. They were those two young men.

After all, they were still unwilling to leave their father. They just pretended to leave, but in fact they always hid in the mountains and forests to watch.

Seeing that their father's condition was getting worse, they couldn't help but rush out.

"roll!"

The old man stopped singing and shouted loudly.

But the two middle-aged men still rushed over.

The two rushed directly into dozens of cavalry, and the sword in their hands passed by like a white horse. In a few moments, several Dali cavalrymen were killed off their horses.
To be continued...