Taking advantage of the faint light of dawn, Ling Tianyun and Zhao Kuangyin rode on horseback, accompanied by the bandit Ma Chenghui. The waiter of the store took the ashes of Mo Xiaoshan and the others northward, heading to the Guiyi Army's station to collect the ashes of the bandit.
The ashes of the three heroes Erlang were returned to the rebel army.
In the end, Zhao Kuangyin did not wait for the arrival of Master Huaisu, the abbot of Najue Zen Temple. They left the bloody Taiping Town in the dim morning light. The three of them galloped on horseback and soon left Taiping Town, and
They had no idea what happened after Taiping Town. If Ling Tianyunwan left for a while, he would meet Guo Huaian, the young master of the Guiyi Army. They just missed each other once, but their fate changed significantly.
Raising their whips and spurring their horses, the three of them faced the gradually brightening morning light and shuttled through a dense forest full of dead branches. Behind them was the ferocious Wutai Mountain. Passing through the dry forest, they rode their horses and stood,
It was a higher hillside, looking back again.
The vague Wutai Mountain was shrouded in a dense veil of mist, hazy, like a bloodthirsty and ferocious beast. It was so quiet at this time, and only the soft but not cold breeze of the morning light was blowing everywhere.
Zhao Kuangyin rode his horse and looked back. There was a strange look in his twinkling tiger eyes, whether it was nostalgia or regret. Only the majestic and steep Wutai Mountain was facing silently, and the curling light mist was rising and dancing.
Looking at it as far as the eye can see, it makes people wonder.
Ling Tianyun didn't have too many twists and turns in his heart. He looked at the gauzy Wutai Mountain quietly, and his heart was as calm as water. He didn't know why his mentality was so calm at this time. Except for the fact that after the battle with Yelu Zongheng, Ling Tianyun
Apart from the fact that he had gained a lot, and that the deaths of Mo Xiaoshan and the other two people had brought him a trace of tragic feelings, his heart no longer fluctuated much.
There is an open plain ahead, and there is a majestic river running through the open plain. That majestic river is the Yellow River. Walking down the hillside, you will reach Dingzhou, the territory of the Great Zhou Kingdom. And
They were about to rush from Dingzhou to the imperial capital Bianliang. Zhao Kuangyin seemed to be deeply worried and did not talk much along the way. But the bandit Ma Chenghui seemed a little restrained at this time, after all, he left his familiar village.
Son, came to another unfamiliar environment. He followed Zhao Kuangyin silently without saying a word.
The wind passes without a trace, my heart feels desolate, I ride my horse and whip my whip across the world, the clouds gather and disperse, my feelings are like vicissitudes of life, I wield my sword proudly in the sky.
"The sky is already dusk, the moon is as bright as ever, and thousands of miles of rivers and rivers are allowed to fly by me. ?????????, the blood is gone, and it turns into dust and earth, just for Bo Yanran to see it? ?????????, hero
Who is it but me?????????" Zhao Kuangyin whipped his whip and roared, singing an unrestrained and heroic song from his mouth. But there was a faint hint of melancholy in his exquisite tiger eyes.
, looking forward, letting go of the throat and bursting out a song with sonorous words.
A heroic song broke the silence of the wilderness, echoing endlessly in this lonely and empty land. It seemed that thousands of miles of rivers and rivers were trampled underfoot, and there were countless heroes in the world. Who can be called the real hero? After all the blood, the swaying
The hot blood turned into flying dust all over the sky and the miserable earth.
After listening to the song that Zhao Kuangyin sang loudly, Ling Tianyun felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart. He had never heard of this song, but he could hear a bit of aspirational heroism in it. A hero has no regrets, but only
Smiling for a beautiful woman, traveling thousands of miles across the country, is to win her heart. And a touch of sadness arose in his heart. He didn't know where the road ahead was, and he could only take one step at a time. Whether his obsession with martial arts was
There is an end, he doesn't know. King's hegemony and beautiful women are not what he wants. He can live in peace in the world and save the pot in troubled times, which is beyond his power.
From the red-faced man's music, he heard the sky-high ambition in the other person's heart, and the faint aura of a coiling dragon emanating from Zhao Kuangyin also made him feel a surge of ambition.
I wish that man as stalwart as a mountain was deeply impressed by him. If it weren’t for the obsession in his heart and the path he decided on, Ling Tianyun would have followed this man as heroic as the sky without hesitation. Follow him.
It is also a good choice for such people to gallop on the battlefield together and drink blood with their swords.
The high-pitched singing circled and reversed, soaring straight into the sky, and ahead, the light of dawn was getting brighter and brighter, and the ray of morning light began to turn into a sword that broke the sky, destroying the darkness surrounding the white light.
They were all torn apart. Gradually, a blood-red ray of light emerged from the white light of dawn, instantly rendering the surrounding black clouds into a bright red. The gray sky was torn apart by the bloody ray of light.
Crack and open, spreading like fire burning.
There was a dazzling and gorgeous morning glow in front of me. It was just a momentary scenery. Then, the gorgeous morning glow still could not defeat the invasion of the dark clouds. Despite the last struggle, the red glow from the east was still overwhelmed.
Dark clouds covered the sky, and the sky returned to gloomy darkness.
Ling Tianyun looked at the sturdy man in front of him, feeling admiration from the bottom of his heart. An unrestrained and heroic song expressed this man's heart. Life is nothing more than pursuing those things, kings, domination, and heroes with a snap of a finger.
Together, they are a heroic strategy to stabilize the country in troubled times.
"This song was not written by me, but by a strange man about your age." Zhao Kuangyin seemed to have a pair of eyes behind him. He knew that Ling Tianyun was watching him from behind, and said slowly. He seemed to be telling himself, and then
Or tell it to Ling Tianyun, but there is a hint of fear in his tone that cannot be concealed.
"The man was about twenty years old. He was dressed in white clothes and white boots, and his body was spotless. He was like an immortal who had emerged from the dust. I once wondered whether that man was an illusion, as if that man should not exist in this world. And
That man's words and deeds were perfect, his appearance and clothing were all the best among the best, making it impossible to find any flaws, and his meticulous style was intimidating."
Zhao Kuangyin continued, he softened his tone and looked forward with his eyes, but Ling Tianyun didn't notice that what came out of his eyes was a trembling light like heart palpitations. The once incomparable pride and confidence in his eyes were like
The brilliant morning glow that had just appeared was covered by the endless dark clouds.
"I don't know that person's name, nor his origins. I once sent people to check his details, but found nothing. That person seemed to fall from the sky, as if he suddenly appeared in this world. The person's body
There was an aura that made me feel scared and made me deeply fearful of him. That man once said that if there is an opponent in this world that he recognizes, then that opponent is me. Whether on the battlefield or
In the world of martial arts, I can't possibly be this person's opponent, this is the most elusive person for me."
Zhao Kuangyin let out a long breath and said with a gloomy expression. He didn't mean to explain anything, he was just telling a legend about a person.
"You know, I once asked him who he was, and you know, that person said something that made me even more confused."
"Oh, what did this person say that caused a crack in Brother Zhao's Taoist heart?" Ling Tianyun was very curious and couldn't help but ask. He knew that Zhao Kuangyin was telling him, and he was just telling him in the form of a story.
, but the presence of that person seemed to bring invisible pressure to him.
"The road to martial arts is extremely bumpy, and it is impossible for me to have cracks in my martial arts with just one sentence. He said one sentence, 'Brother is just a legend.
If you understand. But no matter what I understand, I don't have a satisfactory answer." Zhao Kuangyin didn't turn his head, still looking at the east that turned from red to gray.
When Ling Tianyun heard this, his heart trembled. He did not expect that this person would say such a puzzling sentence. And what kind of person that person was, he really wanted to see. Since he was born, he has never
He had never seen such a weird person, and he wanted to get to know this strange person. But he heard what Zhao Kuangyin said, and that person might become Zhao Kuangyin's fateful enemy in the future, and he believed so with certainty and confidence.
"If you meet this person, you will definitely have a sense of inferiority in your heart. That person is so outstanding. His martial arts realm has surpassed the innate realm, and his economics is no less than that of the major sects.
He is a famous scholar. He really should not exist in this world, but why did he appear again?" Zhao Kuangyin did not look back, but he knew what Ling Tianyun was thinking, so he couldn't help but explain.
After listening to Zhao Kuangyin's words, Ling Tianyun became more interested in that person. If there really was such a person, he might as well get to know him, but for some reason, he refused to get to know that person in his heart. And he seemed to think that
He had an urge to see that person urgently, but this was really the first time he had heard of him.
This kind of psychologically contradictory thought came to mind for the first time. His curiosity made him want to get to know this person, but the thought in his heart was to reject it. He didn't know why he had such an idea. Could it be that somehow
, he really had no connection with that person. He had never believed in fate, and at this time he began to think of this ancient theory of fate. He asked himself that except for Yelu Zongheng, he would never have an old enemy again. And that person
The strange man Zhao Kuangyin spoke of made him feel a faint feeling of hatred.
"Let's go." Zhao Kuangyin raised his whip and galloped forward. Ling Tianyun knew that this was not the time for him to think about such a problem. He still had to stick to his obsession. As for who the person was, he believed it.
Over time, something will happen naturally.
With his legs clamped together, the horse galloped down the hillside in front of him like a loose arrow. The desolate wilderness on both sides quickly receded in front of his eyes, and the horse that Zhao Kuangyin sat on had already taken the lead and was almost beyond the mark.
Ling Tianyun's sight was caught. He couldn't help but push the saddle wildly, making the horse speed up and rush forward. Fortunately, after descending this hillside, there was a wilderness-like plain in front of him. Zhao Kuangyin's figure still did not escape his sight, and he could only see
I saw a flickering black shadow, but that was enough.
Dingzhou is located in the northwest of the Great Zhou Dynasty and is under the jurisdiction of the Jiedu Envoy of the Yiwu Army. Dingzhou is located to the east of Wutai Mountain and borders the Northern Han Dynasty. There is no chaotic situation here. On the contrary, although the folk customs here are sturdy
, but the public security here is not bad. When Ling Tianyun and Zhao Kuangyin came to Dingzhou across an open plain, it was already noon. They galloped on horseback, rarely resting along the way, and then they arrived at Dingzhou.
Arrive at Dingzhou at noon.
The sky is still gray, but the climate here is obviously a bit colder. The cold wind blows across the face, leaving a bloody streak, which is worthy of the name of the cold wind cutting like a knife.
Under the large city gate, there was an endless stream of people, but they were also orderly, but the atmosphere in Dingzhou City was completely different from the atmosphere in the Northern Han Dynasty. Ling Tianyun felt extremely calm and peaceful when he saw it, it was very lively here,
People are coming and going, but there is nothing like the withered scene in Northern Han Dynasty.