This is a face with picturesque eyebrows and fair skin. Even though he is a monk without a single hair on his head, he is still so beautiful. But this handsomeness looks lifeless. His expression is neither sad nor happy, and his eyes are as dim as
In the dead silence of Hantan, the corners of the lips seemed to be shackles, as if they had lost the ability to smile forever. If other monks in the Shaolin Temple can be described as cloudy and gentle, this monk's impression is...
It's lifeless.
The entire Buddhist hall fell into silence, and the noise of fighting in the distance could be vaguely heard. After a moment, a bitter smile appeared on Yinyuan's lips: "There is no such person as Zhao Changyuan in the world."
"The senior brother told them the same thing, but...not only did they not listen, they even started fighting with the senior brothers."
Yinyuan nodded numbly and said lightly: "I understand. You go ahead."
"Yes, senior brother."
Shortly after Yin Cheng left, Yin Yuan thought for a moment and then stepped out of the Sutra Pavilion. Unexpectedly, he bumped into the abbot.
"Yinyuan, where are you going?" the abbot asked with kind eyes and a gentle tone.
"Master, I want to go to the mountain gate to see what's going on."
"But you have to protect this Scripture-Depository Pavilion. Other things have nothing to do with you."
"This disciple is afraid of hurting his innocent fellow disciples."
The abbot looked at the young man in front of him and remembered the scene a year ago when he collapsed in front of the mountain gate on that windy and snowy night. When he woke up, his eyes were full of despair, world-weariness, and hatred... It seemed that he had been ordained and became a monk.
The only way to keep him alive. Today, the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng and the sound of Zen have indeed made him calmer. But the abbot also understands that no one can heal his broken heart.
"Since you are a member of Shaolin, you are a part of this place. It is their duty for your brothers and sisters to protect you. As for you, just do your part."
After hearing this, Yinyuan did not insist on his opinion, but simply said: "I understand, Master." After saying that, he turned around and returned to the Sutra Pavilion.
At the same time, the thousand elite soldiers led by Wei Tingyue broke up and fled under the beating of the Shaolin monks. These masters, who seemed simple, honest and easy to bully, taught them a lesson with zero casualties on both sides.
Wei Tingyue once again learned how to be a good person.
Before leaving, the more Wei Tingyue thought about it, the more useless he felt, so he yelled at the top of his lungs at the mountain gate: "Damn it! Zhao Changyuan, you are such a coward! Just hide and wait for your parents to collect their bodies!"
This long-awaited city of Luoyang is filled with memories of her and her husband. But at this moment, the weather outside the window is always gloomy and depressing, the people on the street are walking in a hurry, their expressions are numb, and the whole world seems to be nothing in Gong Yueyue's eyes.
Angry. But she still stubbornly stood by the window on the second floor, staring blankly at the gray everything, because besides that, she couldn't do anything else.
Even though she has all the skills and knowledge, it is of no use today. The laws she once relied on cannot be used in such an era of overwhelming imperial power. But she has no intention of giving up. She knows that she
She must do everything possible, even if it means going through fire and water... because the person who once held up the whole world for her and shielded her from wind and rain now needs her rescue and persistence.
Just as she was searching her guts and feeling filled with sadness, someone knocked on the wooden door.
"Madam." Han Fang's soft call from outside the door came through the door panel.
She turned around numbly and called softly: "Please come in, Brother Han."
The door creaked and someone pushed it open from the outside. Han Fang stood outside the door with a somewhat happy expression: "I'll bring you someone." After saying that, he stretched out his hand and called in someone.
This person stepped into the threshold, raised his head, and met Gong Yueyue's eyes. In an instant, his whole person was stunned on the spot as if he had received an electric shock. After a while, his heroic eyes were filled with tears, and he called out with choked sobs: "
Madam...it's really you...it's really you!"
"He Yong..." Now that the old friends met, it was as if they were a lifetime apart. Gong Yueyue couldn't help but burst into tears and walked a few steps to greet him.
"You are still alive...it's really...it's really great...it's great..." He Yong burst into tears with excitement, completely forgetting the etiquette, grabbing Gong Yueyue's arm and looking left and right, for fear that it was just him.
the illusion.
Gong Yueyue was also straightforward and did not feel anything inappropriate. She allowed the other party to mess her up. Han Fang, on the other hand, stood aside and cleared his throat deliberately, which made He Yong wake up and realize his recklessness.
, I apologize if I can’t hold it back quickly.
Gong Yueyue nonchalantly asked He Yong to sit down, poured him a cup of tea, and asked softly: "Okay, let's all calm down. Tell me, what has happened in the past two years? Why is this happening?
What happened to my parents? How are my parents and my children doing now? "
He Yong was faced with a barrage of questions and didn't know where to start. His eyes were red and he was speechless, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.
After a period of silence, Gong Yueyue figured out an idea for him: "Let's start talking about it from the day of my accident two years ago, and talk slowly."
"Back then, we followed the general and lured the Liao army into a trap and burned it. We thought everything was over. On the way back, the general told us that he would resign from his official post and take his wife, children, and parents to live a life of searching for the common people of Zhao..." He Yong
With his hands clasped together, his brows furrowed, his tone of voice slow and heavy, his thoughts followed the steam from the tea, carrying Gong Yueyue to the depths of the vast desert two years ago...
"Have you really decided?" He Yong was following Zhao Changyuan at that time. Although he had long known that his young boss had no intention of fighting or pursuing fame and wealth, sooner or later he would retire one day. But he did not expect this day to come.
So fast and so sudden.
"Well, it's decided." Zhao Changyuan, who was walking at the front of the team, slowed down his horse's hooves, turned around and smiled lightly at his subordinates, speaking in a hearty and firm tone.
The evil young man beside He Yong said somewhat casually: "To put it simply, if the emperor refuses to let me go, what are you going to do?"
The smile on Zhao Changyuan's face disappeared, he raised his chin slightly, looked at the horizon in the distance, and said slowly: "If it really comes to that point, I will have my own way to deal with it. The emperor will never need a replacement who has lost all his martial arts skills.
Let him fight."
As soon as he said this, all the old subordinates who were following him were shocked. The evil young man also put away his casual expression and asked seriously: "Are you going to...you have to think clearly, more than ten
Don’t you think it’s a pity to have spent years of hard training?”
"What's the pity that I can spend this life peacefully with the people I love most?" When he said this, Zhao Changyuan turned to look at the bad boy with a happy and relaxed expression.
The evil young man was moved in his heart. People in the world may think that this big white goose is too affectionate and lacks the spirit of a man. But who can do it like him? For the life he wants and to protect the people around him with all his heart,
Give up glory and wealth without hesitation and destroy your own enviable glory and talent with your own hands?
With such thoughts in his mind, what the abominable young man said was: "Have you discussed this matter with your little lady? Since ancient times, beauties have loved heroes. If you can't even defeat Fang Zhiwen, why don't you be despised to death by her?"
Zhao Changyuan chuckled and replied leisurely: "My wife can't. Although she has a bad mouth, she actually treats me with all her heart, just like I treat her."
He believed in Gong Yueyue so much that when they returned to Yuchi Store and found out that she was missing, he was initially more optimistic than anyone else.
"She must still be alive. She will not abandon me. She must be trapped by something. I must find her. I must find her..."
The sergeants followed Zhao Changyuan, dragging their exhausted bodies and wills, and searched frantically for several days. No one was forced, but no one quit halfway. In the end, a body was burned to pieces in the ruins of the Mingjiao Tower.
Next to the unrecognizable charred corpse, the short knife that Zhao Changyuan gave to Gong Yueyue was found.
Zhao Changyuan lay among the corpses lying on the ground, holding the short knife in his hand, and did not say a word for a long time. All the light in his eyes suddenly dimmed into ashes. Amid everyone's exclamations, he pointed the tip of the knife towards himself.
stabbed his throat.
The incident happened so suddenly that no one present at the time, including He Yong, could react in time. Fortunately, Young Master Pan had quick eyesight and kicked the dagger away when the tip of the knife was less than half an inch from Zhao Changyuan's skin.
"Are you crazy?" The evil young man flew up and grabbed the dagger. He was shocked and roared with red eyes. "Don't forget, you still have a father and a mother, and a pair of children!"
Zhao Changyuan had lost consciousness at this time and fell to the ground and huddled up in a ball. His eyes were hollow and dull, his whole body was shaking like chaff, and he let out a dull roar in his throat, like the cry of a wounded beast before it died.
He Yong and others also gathered around and controlled his hands and feet, hoping that he would no longer be able to hurt him.
After a period of deathly silence, the evil young man tried hard to control his sadness and comforted in a low voice: "Besides... with the corpse burned like this, who can prove that this is your wife? How could she die so easily for such a ghost?"
There is still... hope."
Zhao Changyuan raised his head sharply, his eyes were scarlet, but it was like the lights were on again: "You're right... You're right... She won't die... She won't let go
Leave me alone. You won’t.”
In the next few days, in order to prevent his son from committing suicide, Zhao Xiong had no choice but to gag him and tie him to the inn bed. He led others to continue the search.
The bad boy's words had some effect. Although Zhao Changyuan remained silent, his eyes were fixed on the door of the room all the time... He was still waiting for his wife to come back...
Seeing her devastated look, He Yong suddenly felt a surge of resentment in his heart. After all, he was a warrior and outspoken. He couldn't control his complaints for a while and blurted out: "Madam, please forgive me for being rude. I
I really don’t understand, since you are living well, how can you bear to abandon the general for more than two years? Have you never thought that this will kill him? How can you...
How can you be so cruel! Since you don't care about him, why are you here now? Just pretend that he doesn't exist in the world and live your life." (To be continued)