If you don't give up, I'd like to be your adoptive father.

Chapter 56: The Eight Immortals
As an inn that welcomes and sees off guests, Yunlai Inn has chosen a very good location.

It occupies a small valley. Turning southwest, in less than two hundred steps, it bypasses a towering cliff and enters Feixiandu.

If you turn and come to Feixiandu ferry, instead of heading south, you will walk northeast along the river bank, which is a road that leads directly to Hengsha Pass in the north.

The door of the inn faces west. There is a large flat threshing ground in front, which is now the military camp of Marquis Lieyang. Going further, you will enter a straight road with villages and farmhouses on both sides. You can reach the western border of Shu - Xishui Pass. If you continue walking, you will enter the western countries.

At this moment, when the "immortals" attacked the camp of Marquis Lieyang, the people living in the inn had little place to escape.

Whether taking the Northeast Chidao or crossing Feixiandu, one must first leave the inn, walk two hundred steps, turn a corner and go around the towering cliff.

The front yard was right at the edge of the battlefield. Xiaoyu, Guan Zhong and others were blocked at the entrance of the valley. They dared not go out at all and could only run backwards desperately. Although the back was also blocked by circular hills, the slope was still very steep and at least they could climb up.

"It's just a hillside, and you can't move?" Xiaoyu asked in surprise.

"Miss, they are now part of the Three Thousand Fire Crows Formation!"

Seeing the young lady's puzzled expression, Guan Zhong quickly explained: "There are hundreds of schools of thought in China, and among them, the military strategists created the art of military formations.

By gathering the strength of all the generals in a military formation, one can easily strangle those immortal warriors who can fight against hundreds or thousands of enemies alone.

If the commander's military realm is high enough, his own strength is strong enough, and his troops are large enough, he can even fight against immortals.

Marquis Lieyang is a master of military strategy who can gather the strength of the entire army to form a military formation."

He pointed at the ancient giant shield condensed by flames in the air, "As you can see, that is the 'military battle technique' formed by the fusion of the true energy of all the soldiers in the camp and the evil spirit of the soldiers.

Within the military formation, any soldier who truly believes in the commander will integrate their true energy and evil spirit into it after the formation is opened.

A pile of sand makes a tower, a collection of furs makes a coat, with unity of purpose, the army has unlimited power.

The more popular a commander is with his soldiers, the stronger his military formations and combat skills will be.

Although Song Changqing and the others were taken to the inn by us, they had already been incorporated into the "Fire Crow Army" by the master when they were welcoming Marquis Lieyang.

The key is that they cannot resist the military orders of Marquis Lieyang in their hearts."

"What kind of magic is this? My godfather never told me about the art of military formations before." Xiaoyu murmured.

"The art of war doesn't seem to be considered a magic trick, and I don't really understand it. Hey, hey, hey, you bastards, don't run away. Damn it, Shopkeeper Yun, you are a commoner, how dare you disobey military orders?

You must know that you can run away now, but you can’t escape from the inn and your family business!”

While Guan Zhong was talking to Xiao Yu, the waiters and the manager of the Yunlai Inn did not stay to listen. They continued to climb up the hillside.

After all, the thunderstorm outside hasn’t stopped yet!

"Master Guan, I am just a shopkeeper, not the boss! I have an 80-year-old mother and a 3-year-old child. Please let me go and find other strong men. Li Er, Zhang San, you dare to run faster than me.

Listen up, Master Guan has ordered that all young waiters and waitresses should go down quickly and wait for Master Guan and Miss Guan's instructions.

If you dare to disobey orders, you will be punished by military law, and I guarantee you will be beaten to a pulp!"

The guys ignored Manager Yun's shouts.

No matter how terrible the military law is, no matter how powerful Lord Guan is, can they be more terrifying than a thunderstorm that covers the sky and the sun?
Besides, this wasn't the first time they had encountered war. Last year, the bandits from the thirty-six countries had already been cleared out, those who were obedient and slow-running, and those who survived to this day were all clever little ones.

"what--"

A shrill howl came from the top of the hill.

"There's someone up there, no, don't kill me, ah——"

There was another short scream, and everyone on and below the hillside was stunned with horror.

"Damn it, this assassination was a long-planned conspiracy, and all the escape routes were blocked in advance."

Xiaoyu's face looked grim, but his eyes were sharper. He looked left and right, looking for a glimmer of hope.

"What is that place?"

She grabbed Shopkeeper Yun, who was hurriedly rolling down the hillside, and pointed at a wooden house at the foot of the mountain and asked.

“It’s a wine cellar, a tunnel dug out from the cracks in the mountain wall, which stores a lot of wine and vinegar, and some preserved food is placed at the innermost part.

"Miss Yu, what should we do? Woohoo, I finally survived the last war, I don't want to die!" The old shopkeeper's face was covered with tears and dust.

"Stop howling!" Xiao Yu hit him with the sword, leaving a red mark on his fat face that looked like a white steamed bun.

“Is the wine cellar deep?”

"No matter how deep it is, it's useless. There is only one entrance and exit. If it is blocked, there will be no way out." said the old shopkeeper.

"Uncle Zhong, let's go to the wine cellar. Deputy General Song, and everyone else, you are just slow in movement, not unable to move. Even if you can't climb the steep hillside, at least you can enter the cave."

The assassin's target must be Marquis Lieyang.

The assassin must be extremely powerful, and he is most likely the "survivor of the immortals" who were loyal to the Thirty-Six Kingdoms.

The human immortal assassin probably wouldn't specifically hunt down these minions.

Otherwise, Shopkeeper Yun and others who had climbed up the hillside earlier would not have had the chance to roll down.

Someone has blocked the road at the top of the mountain, and as long as they don't force their way in, they will be ignored by ordinary people.

"Miss Yu, it is better to return to the barracks than to hide in a cave with no escape route and leave everything to fate."

Song Changqing did not move, and the other armored knights were also hesitant.

They have calmed down now. Although the thunderstorms in the sky are coming one after another and seem endless, almost submerging the entire camp, the three thousand Fire Crows army is very stable, and Marquis Lieyang has not even shown up yet.

Hu Chen followed Marquis Lieyang for several months.

As the deputy general, Song Changqing was of course also in the Fire Crow Army. He knew very well that Marquis Lieyang had many more tricks up his sleeve.

In fact, they had followed Marquis Lieyang with unstoppable force and had won every battle, and had long since developed complete trust in him.

Should I try my luck in the cave, or trust Marquis Lieyang?

This is not a multiple-choice question at all, and there is no need to choose.

"Carry our godfather to the door of the wine cellar, you can do whatever you want." Xiaoyu said.

"Send General Guan to the wine cellar." Song Changqing said in a deep voice.

The two sides reached a compromise and moved very quickly. The wine cellar was not far away. After a while, they had pushed open the thick mahogany door and put Guan Huchen on the wooden board on the wooden frame.

"Miss Yu, take care!" After putting the person down, Song Changqing immediately bowed and said goodbye.

Xiao Yu hesitated for a moment, but still advised: "Deputy General Song, if I were you, I would never go back.

This is a conspiracy that has been planned for a long time. Even if we cannot kill the commander-in-chief, Marquis Lieyang, we must clear out the miscellaneous soldiers."

"Miss Yu, you're going too far. We are the Black Armor Knights of the Luye Guard. We are the elite among the elite of the Great Shu, not just ordinary soldiers." The ordinary soldier Li Shangxian shouted in dissatisfaction.

The rest of the soldiers also looked unhappy.

Xiaoyu just waved his hand, signaling these soldiers to get out of here.

She was willing to give Song Changqing some advice because he was a good person and he taught her the "Xiong Long Gong" seriously.

Now that everything has been said, she has done her best.

"In the military formation, soldiers and generals are one, and we share life and death. Thank you Miss Yu for your kindness!"

Song Changqing clasped his fists again, and finally left the wine cellar with the Black Armor Knights.

"Well, at least leave Wei Wu here to take care of the master." Guan Zhong sighed.

"What's the point of leaving him here? He can't do anything except complain and say discouraging words.

The only doctor of the Luye Guard Iron Cavalry Battalion is actually at this level." Xiao Yu looked disdainful and disgusted.

Then she looked back at Hu Chen and whispered, "Uncle Zhong, I don't want to say this, but we must be prepared to face the worst."

Hearing the suppressed sadness in her voice and seeing the misery and confusion on her face, Guan Zhong shed a few more tears.

How could he not understand what she said?
The master's injuries are so serious that there is no chance of survival.

Now he has the misfortune of encountering an assassin who has set up a trap to kill Marquis Lieyang, and even his fantasy of going out to find a miracle doctor has been shattered.

Not only was the master completely beyond saving, they themselves were in danger as well.

"Hey, the thunderstorm has stopped." Xiaoyu walked to the door, stuck out his little head and looked to the west.

There were still purple-red lightning flashing across the sky, but there were no longer "nuclear explosions" one after another like space bombs.

Xiaoyu also carefully recorded the number of thunderstorms, ninety-nine and eighty-one.

Just as she was thinking this, a hearty laugh came from the cave where she was, "Hahaha, how about it, Lei Yuanzi, have you seen how powerful Marquis Lieyang is today?
In the past, you were unruly and repeatedly mocked us for dragging down the reputation of the "Western Immortals" and you couldn't even take down a small military leader.

Now your 'Nine-Nine Fire Wheel Thunder' has been completed.

The momentum was quite strong, and the celestial phenomena within a hundred miles changed.

But the three thousand fire crows were as stable as a rock, and they didn't even kill a single soldier."

"Ah, it's Lei Yuanzi, no wonder." Guan Zhongxian exclaimed, and then a look of realization and despair appeared on his face, "Lei Yuanzi is a famous human immortal in the West!"

"Master Miao, stop talking nonsense and get started."

Lei Yuanzi's voice was old but powerful.

Moreover, his voice could be heard in the sky in all directions, and it was impossible to locate him by sound as easily as it was for Monk Miao.

"It's over. Even the monk Miao from the Bottle has come."

Guan Zhong's face was as pale as paper, and there was only despair in his eyes.

"The monk is not as arrogant as you, thinking that he can destroy Marquis Lieyang and two or three thousand elite Western soldiers by himself."

"Haha, we are facing a formidable enemy. You two can just joke around, but don't get angry." A silver bell-like laughter came from the north, "No matter what our relationship was in the past, at least today, we put aside our grudges and swear an oath of blood.

At this moment, the Eight Immortals of the West, united as one, and each showing their magical powers, will surely accomplish the great task of beheading Marquis Lieyang."

"The Eight Immortals of the West, the eight top human immortals?"

Guan Zhong almost fainted, "We are finished, completely finished. Even Marquis Lieyang will be buried with me!"

"Madam Feng is right. If we want to take down the bastard Yu Yu, we must cooperate sincerely."

A murderous voice appeared beside Monk Miao and above Xiaoyu.

"Yu Yu, didn't you use the Jinyang City God's throne to put a bounty on my head? Now the Blood Hand Arhat Song Zhong is here to see you off to the end."

"Yu Yu, today I, Dou, will avenge all those who died in the Jinyang bloodbath. Come out and die!"

"Yu Yu, you bastard, come out and die!"

The eight resentful voices merged into one, like eight thunders, causing the heaven and earth to tremble slightly.

Xiao Yu shrank his head, returned to the wine cellar, and quickly said, "Uncle Zhong, among the eight human immortals, how many of them do you recognize? What are their representative great magical powers?"

Guan Zhong collapsed on the ground with a pale face, like a corpse that had been dead for a long time. Hearing this, he only murmured: "Miss Yu, we are finished. This wine cellar is the burial place for all of us."

"Why do you say that? What's wrong with the wine cellar?"

"The monk in the bottle is here, right above our heads. There's no doubt that he's going to flood Jinshan soon."

Just as Guan Zhong finished speaking, drops of rain as big as beans began to fall outside the door.

"Flag Hunter, what are you waiting for? You came here to survey the terrain half a month ago. The flag gate formation should have been ready by now, right?" It was the voice of Monk Miao.

"Monk, how much water have you prepared today?" It was a rough middle-aged male voice.

Xiaoyu's heart skipped a beat. The Flag Hunting Fairy was actually on the top of the mountain above them.

“Ever since the formation of the Eight Immortals Blood Alliance, the monk has been traveling to the Thirty-Six Kingdoms non-stop, specifically selecting sparsely populated mountainous areas, and basically puts all the heavy rains he encounters into the treasure bottle!

Especially the spring rain at Wanzi Mountain, which was five inches deep, enough to flood Luodu, let alone this small Feixian Ferry."

Flooding Luodu, flooding Feixiandu
Xiaoyu suddenly realized.

No wonder Guan Zhong showed a desperate expression as if his parents had died when he heard the name of Monk Miao.

(End of this chapter)