Mu Li was cruising around with his broken arm. The wound was hastily bandaged, but the severe pain of the arm bone being cut off lingers. He frowned, with murderous intent, even the valet around him did not dare to approach casually.
In the camp, the panic after the commotion had not subsided, the king tent was brightly lit, and everyone surrounded the outside, anxiously waiting for the final news. As for the minds of those people? Mu Li sneered. I'm afraid that less than 10% are expecting good news, which is quite a lot.
"General!"
Someone to report.
"There is no sound over there."
Muli raised her eyebrows and decided to take a look. The place he went to was originally the stage where the banquet was being prepared the night before, but at this time it became everyone's nightmare. Layers of firewood surrounded it, and you could vaguely see the flames that were about to go out inside, as well as the faint smell of burnt smell in the air.
A group of Xi Qiang soldiers who were resolute and determined, holding weapons, were nervously guarding the periphery. They've been watching since the fire started last night, just in case anything slips through the net. The fire burned for a day and a night, until now, no one dared to ask in a low voice.
"No sound?"
People asked cautiously, as if they were afraid that an unburned evil spirit would jump out at any time and demand their lives.
Someone was shocked, and hummed lightly. However, no one laughed at the questioning soldier, not even the commander. They knew what they were guarding, and they were on guard, fearing that the nightmare the night before would reappear.
When Mu Li came here, the land had been burnt and cracked. He stared at the ruins of the fire and suddenly smiled.
"Is it fire again?"
Four months ago, it was a fire that brought them here. Now, another fire, sending them away.
He raised his foot and walked towards the fire.
"General?!"
Someone tried to stop him in astonishment, but he was scolded by Muli: "What! Are we men from the Western Qiang afraid of lonely ghosts?"
No one said a word, and Mu Li walked into the fire—or rather, the cemetery.
The fire was really burning too vigorously, and when they surrounded them, they were afraid they would run away. The Xiqiang people first sent archers to surround layer after layer outside, shooting everyone who wanted to break through, and then let rockets be ignited and hot oil poured.
So when Muli came here, all he saw was a piece of ashes. There wasn't even a half-human-shaped corpse. There was a thick piece of ash on the ground, charred black and withered, making it impossible to tell which ones were human and which ones weren't. And who would have thought that these ashes, which cannot be said to be human, broke through their heavy protection a day ago, seriously injured the King of Xiqiang, and killed a general!
Nameless Valley.
Mu Li muttered the name in his mouth.
I heard that this is a very powerful sect in the Central Plains and needs to be treated with care. In fact, before this incident, Mu Li was very disapproving of it. However, a group of birds whose wings have been chopped off and can't even fly can only be viewed as playthings. How can they be regarded as enemies seriously
Now that I think about it, how can the nameless valley be named after someone like Glicoze can be cultivated.
It was these despised playthings that showed their minions at the Xiqiang King's birthday banquet, and the moment the long sword cut the Xiqiang King's throat, everyone thought they had seen a ghost. A group of ghosts in white, who are not human-like, dancing long swords.
At that moment, Muli realized how powerful the martial arts of their disciples were in this sect called Wuminggu.
Ten soldiers from the Western Qiang can besiege and kill a disciple of Wuminggu.
And the more powerful ones are even more difficult to surround, like their senior brother, like their master, like Lu Ying...
Thinking of that woman, Mu Li paused, is there her in the scorched ashes under his feet
[I have permission to go out to purchase, why, General Muli still interrogates me?]The arrogant voice seemed to be still in his ears.
Now that I think about it, the people of Wuminggu can unravel the poison and act freely. It should be the antidote secretly obtained by Lu Ying when he went out.
Right under your nose!
Mu Li was a little annoyed, but more helpless. They had already received the news that someone was about to assassinate them. However, they only cared about being vigilant against Qin Shan, but they forgot that there were still a group of beasts locked up in their territory, and they neglected their precautions. Who is to blame
At this time, another person followed behind Mu Li and walked in carefully.
"Sure enough, it's all burnt to ashes."
The visitor had a lingering fear, "I see that their martial arts are so powerful, and I am afraid that the fire will not burn them to death."
Is martial arts great
Muli thought of the old valley owner of Wuminggu, who was surrounded by archers with several arrows in his body, and was able to fly away from everyone and stab the King of the Western Qiang. He touched his right arm again, which was cut off by his eldest disciple when Muli wanted to cut off the exhausted old man's head.
These people have devoted themselves to learning martial arts for many years, and the consequences of the sudden outbreak caught the Xiqiang people off guard.
"General."
Someone asked cautiously.
"What to do with these ashes?"
"Put it away, mix it into the soup, and drink it for all the surviving soldiers today."
Muli issued a terrifying order.
He cracked his mouth and smiled, and the only remaining right hand was holding the long knife hard.
"The most powerful warriors of the Central Plains, drink their flesh and blood, and our Western Qiang men will be invincible!"
The subordinates were surprised at first, and then exclaimed with joy: "Yes, yes!"
Muli prepares to leave the fire.
[Don't bother adults anymore.]
A softly raised female voice reached her ears in a trance.
He looked back suddenly, but apart from the sunset on the horizon, the soldiers bent over to clean up the ashes under the setting sun, he couldn't see anything else. Mu Li was stunned for a moment, then laughed three times, picked up a handful of ashes and stuffed it into his mouth, and left without looking back.
On the second day, the Daqi border crossing called for "calling troops to come".
The white lonely smoke ascended to the ninth level alone, and transmitted the sparks of stars ignited under the ashes back to Daqi.
And it will be seven days after the news that everyone in Wuminggu has killed them all by their own actions is sent back to the Central Plains.
The blood-soaked ground was already dry.
"The Duke of Zhenguo sent someone to ask His Highness's opinion." In the small courtyard, Wei Shishi reported to Qin Shan, "Lin Weijun, the White Banner Army has mobilized the troops and gathered at the border gate."
Qin Shan sighed, "Forget it, a great opportunity is in front of them, and they won't wait. Your Highness."
He turned to look at Feng Qiwu.
He had already changed his monk robes, and dressed in a different way without anger and said lightly: "The King of Xiqiang was injured this time, and the situation is unknown. If he dies, the first prince and the second prince will compete for the throne, which is a good time for us to send troops."
"I'm afraid that the person in the courtroom will take advantage of the situation." Qin Shan reminded him to beware of the Prince Regent.
"Yes, but if we don't seize this opportunity to drive out the Xiqiang people, how long will we have to wait?" Feng Qiwu looked at him, "I can wait, the soldiers can cultivate their lives, but the people who were captured at the border, Refugees whose homes have been invaded, they can't wait."
Every day, there may be countless more lonely ghosts in the world.
Qin Shan understood what Feng Qiwu meant. In other words, as an anger-free Feng Qiwu, he is not allowed to sacrifice the lives of innocent people for the sake of the situation.
In fact, how could Qin Shan himself be willing to do this? It's just that he has to think more, worried that if they act at this time, will the regent take action? I worry that once Feng Qiwu's life is not guaranteed, his previous achievements will be forfeited, and then not only the territory that has been lost, but the entire Daqi will be completely thrown into chaos.
Feng Qiwu understood his thoughts and said, "If even this inch of land can't be kept by a single family, what qualifications do I have to be the ruler of the world?"
Qin Shan was moved by him.
"I'll arrange for you to meet with Duke Zhen Guo right away."
As soon as he went out, he saw a figure. The man had been standing there for an unknown time, with his back facing the light, and his face seemed to have a layer of frost on his face. Only when he saw Qin Shan would he show a smile.
"Ashan."
he shouted.
This is Yan Mobei.
Yan Mobei woke up, but Yan Xiaobei was gone.
However, Qin Shan found that he could no longer distinguish between the two. In fact, they were all alone.
"I'm leaving." Yan Mobei said.
He didn't say where he was going, but Qin Shan knew where he was going.
Yan Mobei continued:
"I'm going to a place, it may take a long time, and I may not be able to come back."
"Are you going to wait for me?"
He looked at Qin Shan and seemed very worried, worried that as soon as he left, Qin Shan would forget him again, or leave him alone and get on with others. Only at this time can Qin Shan find a trace of Yan Xiaobei on his face.
But no matter how worried he was, he still chose to leave. This was the mission engraved in his flesh and blood, and it made him sleepless at night and unable to stay by the side of his sweetheart with peace of mind.
"I can't go with you yet." Qin Shan replied.
"I know." Yan Mobei looked inside the house.
"You have your business to do," he said. "You do what you want, and I will not stop you, nor will I force you again."
This is what Yan Mobei remembers most clearly after waking up from a "dream" that lasted for months.
Xiao Qi's lessons taught Yan Mobei one thing, never to force another person's sincerity. Once he didn't understand and almost did something wrong. Fortunately for him, Qin Shanyuan is stronger than Qi Ruowang and tougher than him, so now he still has a chance to make up for it.
It's just this opportunity, Yan Mobei is afraid that he will have no luck to take it.
So he asked again, cautiously, as if holding his heart out.
"Are you going to wait for me?"
Feng Qiwu stood at the window and looked at the two people from a distance. I don't know what Yan Mobei asked, nor what Qin Shan answered. For a moment, Yan Mobei showed a childlike smile, but that smile soon disappeared. Because he is gone.
Yan Mobei didn't dare to look back, as if he was afraid that he would never forget, his figure escaped into the forest and soon disappeared.
Qingtian came from behind and looked at him curiously: "The injury is just right, where is he going?"
Feng Qiwu replied with a sigh that did not answer his question.
"Yan Mobei, after all, is a disciple of Wuminggu."
Because he is a disciple, he is taught by Master's words and deeds in every word and deed. Because he is a disciple, he bears the blood and deep hatred of the whole valley.
Yan Mobei went to take revenge.
He was afraid that he would not come back.
And what about Qin Shan's answer
Looking at the back that was standing far away, looking at the northwest, everything seemed to no longer need to be answered.
-Are you going to wait for me
- I will find you.
The next day, Duke Zhen Guo came to the mansion to discuss important matters with the prince and Qin Shan.