At sunrise, the Great Zhou Army stood outside Wushuang City, and the armor was bright and the night wind was cold. The black and white soul-inspiring flags fluttered in the wind, and paper money fluttered in the sky. It should be the victory of the living after the victory. At this moment, this world has become a feast for the dead.
Long Xuan and Luo Qi stood together. He looked up at the tower, and Luo Wei was standing on the tower. At this moment, this man was just looking at the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.
When the first rays of sunlight appeared on the distant horizon, the monks chanted sutras.
Master Fuyi sat cross-legged in the soil under the city of Wushuang, his eyes closed slightly, his hands clasped together, the Buddhist scriptures he recited, no one could understand except his disciples, but no one dared to interrupt his chanting through.
In the middle of this Buddhist event, an old woman sang the spiritual song of Da Zhou's funeral to the sound of chanting sutras.
The huge soul-calling streamer brushed across Luo Wei's cheek, and the song was quiet and distant, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion. Luo Wei was fascinated by this song. This song was very similar to the nursery rhyme when he was a child who coaxed him to sleep, so that he could smile knowingly in his sleep. Listening to this song, standing on this high tower, Luo Wei's heart got temporary peace. At this time, Luo Wei believed that for hundreds of years, countless undead buried under the city of Wushuang could return to their homeland thousands of miles away by following this song all the way.
"Kneel!" shouted a monk.
Luo Wei fell to the ground with the people, praying devoutly for the souls of the dead who wandered here this morning.
"Crossing the city in front of you and heading south all the way to the homeland," Long Xuan stood up and said to the wilderness in front of him, "Go back to Wushuang City, go back to the soul, go back!"
Luo Wei looked at Long Xuan under the city. This person was representing his supremely honorable family, expressing gratitude and comfort to these soldiers who died in the war for the country. Long Xuan is also pious at this moment. His eyes are clear. Facing many undead, Long Xuan seems to hide all the desires in his heart one by one, leaving only gratitude and respect.
"His Royal Highness seems to be different today from the past," Ning Fei said, standing beside Luo Wei.
Luo Wei said: "He respects heroes, and who is not a hero who is buried here?"
"Including those soldiers?" Ning Fei asked.
"They all died fighting for the country, so what's the difference between a general and a soldier?" Luo Wei reached out and caught a piece of paper money that flew to the top of the city, "There are no young or old on the road to Huangquan, and I think there will be no distinction between high and low. "
"There's an army coming over there," Long Shi, who was behind Luo Wei, pointed to their due north at this time and whispered.
"It's the Beiyan Army," Ning Fei's face changed slightly.
"My eldest brother should have made arrangements, the Beiyan Army can't rush over," Luo Wei said, looking at the Northern Army cavalry coming down from Wushuang City.
"Sima Qingsha came in person," Ning Fei said to Luo Wei after seeing the person under Beiyan Shuai's flag, "Is this person here to capture Wushuang?"
"Just his soldiers?" Luo Wei also saw Sima Qingsha, and he probably counted the cavalry that Sima Qingsha brought, only a thousand people, "This person may have come to ask Mo Huan Sang and Sima Zhuxie news. ," Rowe guessed.
Ning Fei didn't go down to the city. Under Luo Qi's signal, he wanted to keep the safety of the tower.
The three armies under the city were a little commotion, but Master Fuyi, the monks, and the old woman singing the spiritual song were not moved, as if they didn't hear the approaching sound of the Beiyan Army's hooves.
A Yunguan iron cavalry blocked Sima Qingsha's way.
Sima Qingsha didn't come anymore, stopped, and quietly watched Da Zhou's soul-calling ceremony.
Long Xuan didn't get on the war horse until after he had done what he was supposed to do, urged the horse to come to Sima Qingsha, sat upright on the horse, clasped his fists at Sima Qingsha and said, "What is Prince Qingsha here for?"
Sima Qingsha said: "You have achieved your wish, should I come to congratulate you?"
Long Xuan said: "Wushuang City was originally my Dazhou city, so Prince Qingsha doesn't have to be happy for my Dazhou."
"You caught Zhu Xie," Sima Qingsha stopped talking nonsense with Long Xuan, and asked Long Xuan directly, "Where are Zhu Xie and Mo Huansang now?"
"I don't know about this," Long Xuan said, "The two may be dead or alive, not with my Zhou Jun."
"You really don't know?"
"I killed the Wushuang Mo clan," Long Xuan said, "I also don't want Mo Huan Sang to be alive. If this person is alive, wouldn't he want to chase after me to avenge the annihilation of the clan?"
Sima Qingsha smiled, "It seems that my luck is not good this time, and I thought that the Second Highness would be kind."
"Then I kindly remind Prince Qingsha," Long Xuan said, "You have to be careful about Yang Yuanyuan, this man's ambition is too big, I'm afraid he will be detrimental to your Beiyan's country."
"Thank you," Sima Qingsha raised his arm, stopped him, but was angry, and wanted to rush up to the subordinate who was desperately fighting with Long Xuan, "I'll go back now, I'll take care of Dongshang Yang Yuanyuan, and don't worry about the Second Highness."
"No," Long Xuan clasped his fists in a salute again.
Sima Qingsha looked at Wushuang City not far away. This city is far away from Hefang City. Sima Qingsha has grown so big, and he has not visited this Wushuang City three times. In the past, this city belonged to Sima's family. He didn't think it was a good city with black bricks, and he had never seen this city well. Now that Wushuang is in the hands of the Long family, Sima Qingsha realized that the city of Wushuang was so precious. He was willing to exchange his life for it, but Sima Qingsha smiled bitterly. Not going back to Wushuang.
"If Your Highness can't let go of this city," Long Xuan said across from Sima Qingsha, "I order the painter to draw a picture of Wushuang City for you to comfort Prince Qingsha's lovesickness?"
"Second Highness," Sima Qingsha said to Long Xuan, "This time it was my Beiyan civil strife, not your defeat."
"Then this Wushuang is destined to return," Long Xuan said.
"There is one more person, Luo," Sima Qingsha wanted to say about Luo Wei, but his eyes returned to the person he had just seen.
"Sima Qingsha saw you," Wei Lan said to Luo Wei on the tower.
"Really?" Luo Wei, who had been keeping an eye on Master Fuyi under the city, then turned to Sima Qingsha, who was not far from the city, and said to Wei Lan, "Just see if you see it, I don't want anyone else Misunderstanding is a dead person."
Sima Qingsha recognized at a glance that the brocade-clothed boy standing on the tower was Luo Wei. The first reaction was that his heart lightened, and then he became furious.
Long Xuan turned to look around and said, "Prince Qingsha saw Luo Wei? He returned to the camp safely, but he was a little tired and not injured."
Sima Qingsha turned around and left, not wanting to look any further.
"Your Highness, if you want, I can ask Luo Wei to come down to the city to talk to you," Long Xuan still did not let Sima Qingsha go.
"Long Xuan," Sima Qingsha stopped the horse again and faced Long Xuan: "The feng shui turns, you don't have to be so arrogant. After Luo Wei has a high official and rich salary, what good will it be for you?"
"I don't need to worry about Prince Qingsha," Long Xuan said with a sneer.
Sima Qingsha took another look at Luo Wei on the tower. He was really picturesque and had a perfect appearance. Sima Qingsha turned and left, unable to tell what it was like in his heart.
"His Royal Highness," Sima Qingsha didn't go far, when a man in plain clothes came to him on horseback, got off the saddle, and knelt down in front of Sima Qingsha's horse.
Sima Qingsha recognized this person. This person was the personal attendant of his father, Emperor Sima Changtian, "Why are you here? Why are you wearing this dress?" He had realized something in his heart, and Sima Qingsha asked with a pale face. .
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty has passed away!" the visitor burst into tears.
Sima Qingsha's eyes darkened for a while, "When did it happen?"
"Your Majesty's health has already improved, but after hearing the news that Wushuang City was occupied by Zhou Jun..." The eunuch who was reporting the funeral was sobbing that he was speechless.
Sima Qingsha touched his heart with his hand, and he couldn't breathe, thinking that it would be better to scratch his chest. The thing in his arms was touched by Sima Qingsha in this way, and the prince of Beiyan fell off his horse.