The current situation was a bit tricky, and Duan Xu thought that he might have to use Ziwei who was hiding in Jingzhou. As he was thinking this, he saw a crow landing on the ground illuminated by the moonlight.
His eyes flashed, and then he smiled.
A pale hand pressed on Han Lingqiu's shoulder. He Simu's pale and beautiful face appeared behind him. She said coldly, "Am I here at an inopportune time to interrupt your reminiscing?"
She dug her five fingers deeply into Han Lingqiu's shoulders and said word by word: "Let go."
Han Lingqiu looked at He Simu in astonishment, and couldn't help but let go of his hand, muttering: "You are..."
He Simu stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers in front of his eyes. Han Lingqiu staggered and fainted on the ground. Then she turned around leisurely and looked at the astonished eyes in the room. She pointed at Duan Xu and said, "This person is mine. I want to take him away."
The soldiers in the dark whispered in panic. The first person to react was Lu Da. He took a look at the Ghost King Lamp on He Simu's waist and said, "This lamp... are you... the Ghost King?"
He Simu nodded and said, "Good eyesight."
"The last time I saw you, you were still human."
"That was a little game."
Lu Da's eyes swept over Duan Xu and He Simu, and he said, "From last time to now, your situations have reversed. You have changed from a human to a ghost, and he has changed from a ghost to a human. There is some kind of connection between you two."
He turned his gaze to Duan Xu and said, "So this is why General Duan won a great victory on the Yunluo battlefield before? "
Duan Xu couldn't help but sneer. He closed the Delusion-Breaking Sword and said calmly, "If thinking this way can make you feel better, then think this way."
He Simu waved her hand, and the three poisonous thorns that were heading towards Duan Xu were suspended in the air. She looked at Fourteen, and snapped her pale hands, and the three poisonous thorns burned to ashes, falling to the ground one after another.
The owner of the stinger, Fourteen, had a sinister look on his face. He said coldly to Duan Xu, "You betrayed Cang Shen after all and joined the evil god." After a pause, he lowered his head and turned to Murtu and said, "Master, he is the one who is connected with the evil god in the legend, the child who is against Cang Shen. We should have killed him long ago."
He Simu has never been interested in the grudges and grudges of people other than Duan Xu, and wanted to take Duan Xu away directly, but Duan Xu held He Simu's hand and motioned her to wait.
He turned to the white-haired Murtu sitting in the wheelchair. In fact, Murtu had not said much from the time he entered the prison until now. He did not respond to Fourteen just now. He just sat there with his back straight, like a statue or a mountain.
Duan Xu felt that he knew what Murtu wanted to say but couldn't say it.
"Master, is this the first time you have left Tianzhixiao Villa in nine years?" he asked.
Duan Xu still remembered that when he left, Murtu had black hair, but now it was completely white, and his once vigorous steps could only be moved by relying on a wheelchair. He still straightened his back, maintaining his dignity, and was unwilling to show any excitement or old age.
But he was really old. It turned out that this was what aging was like. Nine years later, the once tough and arrogant leader of Tianzhixiao also fell.
It turns out that nightmares also grow old.
The anger and fear that surged in his heart slowly receded, and he seemed to have struggled out of the nightmare of more than ten years. He was finally able to forcefully fade away the bloodshot eyes and take a closer look at his nightmare.
He is also Murtu's nightmare.
"Master, not everything in this world has an answer. I don't have the answer you want, and you wouldn't understand even if I told you. What I can tell you is that the obedience, attachment, fanaticism and piety of Seventeen, whom you once loved the most, were all fake and have always been fake. I hate everything that God knows. I never think it is an honor to be Seventeen, and I have never believed in Cang Shen. Master, in fact, I have never believed in any god. In all the quagmire..."
Duan Xu pointed at himself and said, "I pulled myself out of this. The god has supernatural powers because I believe in him. The god's supernatural powers are my own supernatural powers."
Murtu clenched his hands, and he seemed to be trying hard to control his emotions, so much so that veins on his forehead bulged and his breathing rose and fell violently.
After a pause, Duan Xu said, "I hated you, Master."
Murtu once told him that useless people don't deserve to live in this world, so he blinded Murtu's eyes, maliciously wanting to see how the useless Murtu would live. It seemed that by torturing Murtu, he could take a breath when recalling the past.
But hatred has not ended, and the past has not disappeared. What really made him feel relieved was time and He Simu.
"But I don't hate you now, Master. But you should still hate me. Probably until you die or I die, this hatred will have a solution. Maybe we won't understand each other in the next life. Actually... this is also a good ending."
Duan Xu took a step back and knelt on the ground covered with dead grass. He slowly bent down and his forehead hit the ground with a light sound.
As if realizing what Duan Xu was doing, Murtu's expression was stunned for a moment.
"Thank you for teaching me martial arts and imparting military tactics to me. All my skills are due to your kindness and unreserved support."
"Thank you for treating me sincerely, treating me like your own child, and protecting me in every way."
Duan Xu bowed twice, then stood up and looked at Murtu. The person opposite him was trembling slightly, as if some uncontrollable emotions were running rampant in his body, and the dark red scars on his eyes under the moonlight revealed some painful past events.
"Thank you for coming all the way to Jingzhou just to see me and end things with me. Master, you are still one of the best people I have ever met in this world. But I would rather walk on the single-plank bridge of the human world than go to the golden road of the underworld."
In the Cangyan Sutra, the most faithful believer of the God of Cang will walk on a golden road after death, leading to a world without pain and only bliss. At that time, he thought, people like gold because it can be exchanged for delicious food, silk and mansions. Since that is a world without hunger, cold and wind and rain, what is the use of gold? If people were mice, would the golden road become a road paved with rice
After all, he is a rebellious man who doubts everything. The only thing he is sure of is the single-plank bridge under his feet.
Duan Xu kowtowed again, then stood up from the ground. Murtu finally spoke at this moment, and said, "Duan Xu, this is your name now."
"Yes."
"I swear in the name of God Cang, you will lose everything and die with regrets."
Duan Xu smiled slightly and said, "Okay, I'll wait. Master, goodbye."
He Simu held Duan Xu's hand, and Duan Xu mentioned Han Lingqiu who had fainted on the side. Under the moonlight, a puff of green smoke drifted by, and the three of them disappeared.
In order to avoid causing a commotion, He Simu put Duan Xu and Han Lingqiu in a remote suburb some distance away from the Guihe military camp in Yunzhou. When his feet stepped on the land of Yunzhou, Duan Xu finally breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. Everything that happened just now seemed like a dream, and now it was quiet and silent, as if he had woken up from a dream.
He turned to He Simu and said, "You came at the right time."
"What if you encounter trouble and don't call me?"
"It's not something that can't be solved." Duan Xu walked towards the brightly lit and bustling military camp in the distance.
He Simu walked beside him with his arms folded and said, "Are you afraid of that person? Your master?"
"Can you tell?"
"When I just arrived, you were shaking all over." She turned around and stood in front of him, looking up into his eyes and said with a smile, "But you are not afraid anymore after I came. What's going on, little general, you are also taking advantage of the power of others?"
Duan Xu stopped walking, he looked down at He Simu, then reached out his hands to hug He Simu, holding her cold body tightly in his arms, and put his head on her neck, smelling the exact same fragrance in her hair as his.
He Simu then patted his back gently.
"I used to live to please him, and I thought I had no way to face him. Before you came, I felt like I was back in a nightmare. But when you came, I woke up from the dream." He laughed softly, and said, "Although I seemed to have mentioned to you easily about things that God knows, I know that I have not been able to let it go."
The occasional madness and bloodthirstiness that appeared in him reminded him that he was not an ordinary person. Perhaps he was a weapon or a beast in human skin.
"Just now I felt like I could let it go. Maybe after years of pretending, I didn't realize that I'm already a human being."
Over the years, he has lost some of his sharpness. Although he seems to be walking on a single-plank bridge, his steps seem to be more stable. Perhaps it is because he has his own things, and for the first time he feels at ease in life.
There are also people who would hug him like this, pat his back, and calmly yet seriously soothe his pain.
He Simu was silent for a moment. She smiled and lifted Duan Xu's head up, stroked his face and said, "Duan Fox, you are so brave."
"Is it??"
"Well, many people in this world can't face the past calmly and make a good conclusion like you do." She turned her head and said, "Maybe I can't either."
"It's all your credit."
"No, you are a very brave person. Courage is a very precious quality. Of all the people I have ever met, you are the bravest."
Duan Xu smiled, he let go of He Simu, took her hand and interlocked their fingers, and walked towards the military camp. When they were close to the military camp, he lifted up Han Lingqiu, who had been dragged by He Simu's spell, and lifted him on his shoulders.
As if the guards on duty recognized Duan Xu from afar, there was a commotion in the military camp, and then the camp gate opened, and Chen Ying and his men rode to pick up Duan Xu. When he was not far from Duan Xu, he turned over and dismounted, ran over to help Duan Xu lift up Han Lingqiu on his back, and said anxiously: "I didn't know that you sneaked into the enemy camp alone again after I came back from Tabai. Third brother, how could you do this again? Your body has long been..."
At this point, he saw He Simu beside Duan Xu and quickly swallowed the rest of his words. Facing Duan Xu's warning look, he immediately said, "It's no longer yours, but belongs to Daliang. You must cherish it!"
He Simu didn't care about Chen Ying's stuttering. Originally, only Duan Xu and Chen Ying could see her. She waved her hand to indicate that she should wait for them in the camp, and then disappeared in the green smoke.
Chen Ying observed for a while before he breathed a sigh of relief. While helping Duan Xu put Han Lingqiu on the horse's back, he said, "Third brother, don't do this again in the future."
"I know, I know. Look how scared you are." Duan Xu actually laughed.
Shen Ying accused: “Third brother, you’re still laughing!”
Duan Xu still smiled and touched the back of Shen Ying's head.