Chapter 209 The Lost Jianghu (6200-word chapter, please vote for me!)

Author: Bachelor in White

Chapter 209 The Lost Jianghu (6200-word chapter, please vote for me!)

The three of them cursed each other as "the dog emperor".

But in fact, Zheng Xiu, Fan Yao, and Xie Yunliu all knew that the Daqian Dynasty was in turmoil, and this was the most correct thing for the new emperor to do.

There is nothing wrong with defending the country called Daqian at the minimum cost.

Even Fan Yao, Xie Yunliu, and a thousand soldiers heading west were all victims of this move.

After Zheng Xiu settled Xie Yunliu and more than a hundred soldiers in place.

Xie Yunliu later told Zheng Xiu that after he became General Pingxi, he had met Chu Chengfeng and Bai Xiaosheng.

Chu Chengfeng is no longer what he used to be. His words are domineering and his ambition to conquer the world cannot be concealed.

However, Bai Xiaosheng gave him a piece of news for free: the Northern Barbarians were colluding with the Shache Kingdom, and the Shache Kingdom was mobilizing its army and wanted to invade Dagan from the west. Dagan was in danger.

The "jianghu" that Xie Yunliu was familiar with had long existed in name only, and things and people had changed. After he and Bai Xiaosheng had a drink, they reunited with Fan Yao and embarked on the road of no return to the west.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

Every day, the sky is cloudless, the wind and sand are silent, the air in the distance is distorted, and the sun is hot.

Every time I take a breath, it feels like the air around me is filled with lead, stuffy and heavy.

The soldiers were walking around the town wearing only armor, and soon they were covered in hot sweat.

Many soldiers simply took off their armor, and under General Xie's military orders, assisted the Lieri tribe with only a hundred people, hoping to complete the feat of guarding the border.

Zheng Xiu, who was familiar with the desert climate, speculated that a sandstorm that was rare in several years was brewing in the desert.

One night.

After meal.

Zheng Xiu noticed that Fan Yao was missing, so he looked around for Fan Yao.

The lady pointed to the distance.

Under the bright moon, the silver light is shining. A lonely figure is raising a glass to the moon on the eaves.

At this time, Fan Yao no longer had the usual sullenness and confidence. Under the moonlight, he felt as if he had experienced the prosperity of the world and the tranquility of the heat.

For a moment, Zheng Xiu seemed to see the former monk in Fan Yao.

Ha~

Zheng Xiu shook his head and chuckled.

They are essentially the same person.

But, it cracked.

Zheng Xiu made a big hand out of sand. He stepped on it calmly, letting the sand support him, and climbed up to the roof easily.

Fan Yao drank a drink and listened to Zheng Xiu's footsteps on the mud tiles. Without looking back, he asked calmly: "Come to kill me?"

Zheng Xiu smiled: "We won't wait until now."

Fan Yao nodded calmly: "Yes."

Zheng Xiu sat next to Fan Yao, "Can I ask something?"

"It's better...to ask another question."

Fan Yao smiled slightly.

"Sure." Zheng Xiu agreed readily. He never suffered a loss and asked first, "What kind of place is the incomplete building?"

Fan Yao turned around and glanced at Zheng Xiu. He was very curious as to why Zheng Xiu would ask a question about the outside world in this ghost place where hypocrisy is hard to distinguish. Fan Yao didn't seem to want to hide anything now. He paused for a moment and replied: " A place where countless poor people gather."

Zheng Xiu frowned. Fan Yao didn't seem to be going to use this casual answer and continued: "You should know Ye Weiyang, the Night Lord?"

Zheng Xiu nodded.

"Under the palace, there is a huge secret room, which once contained many... gifted people. In order to 'sew' new crow farmers, the Night Lord, there, we just used it to piece together the 'crow keeper' The flesh and blood of the arakkoa, nothing more."

"Sewing?"

"Well, the corpse stitcher's unique thaumaturgy can be used to sew up corpses, but he used it on each living person. Twenty years... oh, I should say about two hundred years later, during the war, the corpse stitcher

There are countless craftsmen. After sewing, the remaining 'us' become incomplete people. But the funny thing is that this kind of 'incompleteness' allowed us to glimpse a new door after escaping from that place, which is independence.

A small path beyond the main road - a side door."

"So that's it." Zheng Xiu was shocked and suddenly realized. He finally understood why the disabled building was full of disabled people. It turned out to be this reason.

"But why did the Night Lord sew a 'crowman'?"

Fan Yao smiled slightly but did not answer.

Zheng Xiu was stunned for a moment, then shut up and stretched out his hand to signal: "Please."

Fan Yao thought for a while: "Based on the magical skills you have performed, you are indeed a 'painter'? But I have met several world-famous painters. With all due respect, you are definitely not any of them I have met.

"

"Is this a question?"

"Calculate."

Zheng Xiu replied: "Now I am indeed a painter, but I am unknown."

"That's it." Fan Yao was satisfied with the answer, nodded, and took the initiative to answer Zheng Xiu's second question: "I don't know why the Night Lord is obsessed with sewing a 'crow-raiser', but the first crow-raiser is still

Living in a dilapidated building, he cannot speak or understand human language, just like a real...crow. In my personal opinion, the existence of the 'crow farmer' is to raise more for him.

The raven, the raven, is the 'eye' of the Night Lord."

Eye?

Zheng Xiu subconsciously glanced in the direction of Sunset Mountain.

The Lord of the Night is Zhu, and Zhu is the sun chaser. He lived many years ago, and he saw the "scorching sun" at the end of his chase. What does he need so many "eyes" for?

Zheng Xiu and Fan Yao then asked and answered questions even more quickly.

Zheng Xiu: "Are you an ascetic?"

Fan Yao: "Yes. Who are you?"

Zheng Xiu: "An ordinary small wealthy businessman, not worth mentioning. Who is your poster?"

Fan Yao: "Hey, Wei Chen. Do you know my inner demon?"

Zheng Xiu: "Well, I don't know. My friend, how can I unravel the magic of the crow farmer?"

Fan Yao: "Eating the eyes of a crow-keeper who has not lost his sight can cure the 'death spell', provided that the person who is affected by the spell has not completely died. Oh? You were hit?"

Zheng Xiu: "...it didn't hit the target completely. What magic technique did you use to catch Xie Luohe's arrow?"

Fan Yao: "Oh. It's not thaumaturgy, but the real martial arts of Lou Mengkong, the Yin and Yang Reversal Sutra. To learn this skill, you must first go to the palace. Do you want to learn it?"

Zheng Xiu: "Not interested. You know the situation here, why did you take so much trouble to destroy the 'Wulin'?"

Fan Yao: "I'm looking for you. Bai Xiaosheng didn't want to tell me, and he refused to tell me whether he was alive or dead, so I told him. If he didn't tell me for a day, I would kill a martial artist. Gradually, no one among the people dared to claim to be a martial artist.

Man, that's ridiculous. Do you still want to go out?"

The quick Q&A between the two came to an abrupt end.

Zheng Xiu opened his mouth, but fell silent for a moment.

He hesitated.

"I understand." Fan Yao smiled helplessly: "In ten years, I have lost my original intention."

Zheng Xiu turned his head and looked in the direction of "home".

There is a home there, with a bed, a table, a chair, a well, a cat, and... his wife.

Fan Yao stood up, faced the bright moon, turned his back to Zheng Xiu, and said softly: "Five years ago, I was still looking for you, wanting to ask you if you knew how to escape. But one day, Fan suddenly woke up, and here Fan

I have lived for fifty years. Fifty years have gone by in a blink of an eye. Things and people around me have changed. Everything in the past has gradually become strange and indifferent. What is true? What is false? I can no longer remember. I am Fan Yao after all.

, or Lou Mengkong. Life is short, how many fifty years are there? I have lived here as Lou Mengkong for a lifetime, enjoying all the glory, wealth, delicacies, and no regrets. It’s true, so why not?

Why fear?"

"And you,"

Lou Mengkong gave a long laugh, and floated away into the distance like a wild goose. His voice came back: "How can you be sure that you are Gongsun Mo, or who you think you are?"

"The time of life, the wonderful play in the pavilions, is it a big dream or a vain one?"

"Since I have lived here for fifty years, what's the harm in living my whole life as a dream of the building?"

When Zheng Xiu returned home, the house was dark.

Two eerie green eyes stared at him in the darkness.
To be continued...