The paper money with square holes flew away into the distance with the howling cry.
Chen Yuan's hands were stained with blood and mud, and he knelt in front of the tomb. He stared at the unnamed tombstone without blinking. He didn't even know the name of his master. Sometimes he thought that as a disciple, he was quite a failure. He never went there.
I thought about doing something for Master and searching for his memory.
'Apprentice, why is your method broken? I'll teach you again if I have nothing to do...'
'Remember to give your teacher a resounding name, preferably one that can scare a bunch of people!'
An old man appeared in front of him. He was dressed in ragged clothes and grabbed Li Yuanshan, knocking him against the eaves pillar. He roared vigorously: "If you dare to hit my apprentice, I will beat you to death——"
Tears welled up in Chen Yuan's eyes again. He had been with the old man for several months, which was actually not a long time. Even if the other party mistook him for his disciple, they were real feelings and he would be the first to rush out when in danger.
Stand in front of him. On weekdays, he is playful and lazy. Occasionally, he gets angry and quickly calms down. He jumps up and down in front of him like an old child, asking for this or that.
"Fellow Daoist Chen!"
Zhenhai's voice came from afar. The monk jumped up from the woods and rocks on the hillside, stood behind Chen Yuan, and bowed to the Buddha with the seal on the solitary tomb.
"That man has a high level of cultivation, and his ability to fly lightly is inferior to that of a simple monk. Let them run away."
Chen Yuan looked at the empty tombstone and was silent for a moment: "...It doesn't matter, Canglan Sword Gate is right there. I don't believe they moved the mountain gate together!"
"How do you plan to take revenge?!"
Zhenhai was not an ordinary monk. He always hated evil. After spending more than a month together, he got to know Chen Yuan a bit and became familiar with the crazy old man. Suddenly, he was gone, and he felt a sigh of relief.
"Little master, don't get involved, you are a monk from Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple..."
"Haha, if the Buddha advises people to put down the butcher's knife, then they have to kill people before doing so."
The wind rustled the old pine trees, and no expression could be seen on Chen Yuan's face. After a while, he looked away, stood up, walked to the tombstone, and whispered: "Master protected me before, now it's my turn to protect me."
He...I am going to the Western Regions...I want to kill thousands of barbarians..."
Almost every sentence was clenched.
"...I want to...slaughter the Canglan Sword Sect!"
Kill thousands of barbarians?
Tu Canglan Sword Sect?
The two things in different directions could not be connected. Zhenhai watched him slowly get up and walk down the mountain. The fat Taoist also sprinkled the last piece of paper money into the sky, knelt down and kowtowed three times, and followed Chen Yuan away with a whimper.
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"Fellow Daoist Chen, this poor monk is waiting for you at Canglan Sword Gate!"
After saying that, the monk took a look at the cassock on his body, took it off, folded it and put it in his bag, and walked to the foot of the mountain from the other direction in a worn-out monk's robe.
…
The ox cart drove slowly over the rugged road. In the rickety carriage, each wood sculpture seemed to feel Chen Yuan's mood and showed gloomy expressions.
It had been half a month since he came back, but now the old cow's buttocks were covered with speed symbols, his tongue was drooping and floating diagonally at the corner of his mouth, and his saliva was drifting behind him in the wind.
The bullock cart no longer cared about others and rushed all the way to the northwest like crazy. It passed through Lantao and saw the outline of the Guangwei City Wall again. It only took five days.
The strong body of the cow has become much thinner. The old cow is white and panting heavily. Even if the carriage is affixed with strong talisman paper, it still shows a few signs of damage.
The fat Taoist went to the market outside the city to buy some food and came back. Chen Yuan sat on the cart and looked at the people around him with blank eyes. Many people cast strange looks. Some even came up to ask what happened, but nothing happened.
Pay attention.
After the Hu people retreated, the imperial court regained the lost land, and the people who left came back one by one. The dilapidated houses were repaired, and seeds were sprinkled on the barren farmland and melon fields again, and fresh water was directed for irrigation.
The people who had lost their homes built huts on the roadside, and gradually more and more people gathered, forming many such markets, large and small, with bustling crowds, children chasing and playing, women scolding, and vendors shouting.
The bustling surroundings seemed out of place for Chen Yuan. In the empty field of vision, a child cried in front of him, and a rough wooden sculpture was held in the hands of a woman.
"What are you doing playing with this thing? It's fake. Just like your damn dad, you know how to believe this kind of thing."
"Mom, my father gave this to me. He said he would protect us!"
In the hay shed, the blind man rushed out, hugged the child, turned around and yelled at his wife: "Why are you so angry at the child? Also, give the child the wood carving of Lord Wu'an!"
"Worthless rags, what's the point?"
The woman threw the wooden carving in her hand away. When the war broke out, her husband stayed behind to resist the barbarians. She and her children evacuated Guangwei. Now she came back. Her husband was blind in one eye, which made her feel uncomfortable. But her husband
He told him what gods he said all day long, but at first he could listen to it, but later he got annoyed and vented his anger on the wooden carving.
"Then what kind of god is there? If there is a god, why not kill the barbarians!"
The woman yelled loudly, but the thrown wooden sculpture did not make the sound of landing as expected. The family of three subconsciously turned around and saw a young man in green robes standing there, taking the wooden sculpture in his hand.
The one-eyed man vaguely felt that the person in front of him looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
Just as he was about to ask the other party, Chen Yuan walked up to the child with the wooden sculpture, put the wooden sculpture in his little hand, and touched his little head.
"Heroes never leave."
These words seemed to be spoken to a man, or to the woman over there. The moment he got up and walked to the oxcart, a blue light fell to the ground, a strong wind blew up, and smoke and dust filled the air.
Hearing a few whistling sounds of horses, the passers-by around the market stopped and backed away in shock.
Among the smoke blown away by the wind, three war horses pulled a chariot roaring in the wind. Above, a figure wearing armor and holding a long sword shouted towards the city:
"I want to conquer the Western Regions, so I need my son to go with me!"
The sound resounded throughout the world. The soldiers and horses in the city, in the military camps outside the city, and in training all seemed to hear it clearly at this moment. Some people were familiar with the sound and looked at their companions blankly.
"Wu Anjun..."
Someone shouted, and then more soldiers gathered, including many lieutenants and generals. Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you. In the moment of silence, shouts of "Kill Hu!" suddenly broke out.
Li Anfu, wearing armor and holding a spear, rushed out of the house in a panic, climbed on a war horse, and had a look of excitement on his face.
Soon after, torrents of water leaped out.
In front of the market, countless people have knelt down. The one-eyed man knelt down on one knee with tears streaming down his face: "Wang Lin, a cavalryman from Guangwei Army, pays homage to Lord Wu An and is willing to go with him!"
"Go to the camp and tell the old troops that those who are willing to follow me will assemble outside the city!"
The sound is slow and the chariot moves forward.
Chen Yuan stood on the bullock cart, holding several wooden sculptures in his hands and falling to the ground one by one.
There are young generals dressed in red with shining crotch armor waving the Han flag; there are also majestic generals holding two-edged spears; there are even more praising talents holding swords who have heard the chicken dance and are determined to regain the mountains and rivers.
The sleeves of his robe were fluttering in the wind, and Chen Yuan wrote the order in blood.
"Follow Lord Wu'an and fight to the Western Regions!"
…
At this time, far away in the foothills southwest of Changhao City, paper money was hanging on the treetops and was swaying in the wind.
The high raised tomb moved, and then a hand broke through the soil and stretched out with a bang.
"Apprentice, I'm hungry, tell the fat man to cook quickly... Hey, why am I in the dirt?"
next moment.
The soil exploded, and the old man with disheveled hair sat inside. He blinked his eyes in confusion and looked around. The hills were empty. Except for the sound of wind whining by, there was no bullock cart, apprentice, or fat Taoist. No one could be seen.