She's going to be a sect boss

Chapter 172
She seems to know who the person who has been following her has been.

He Miao turned his head, looked beyond the layers of soldiers and horses, and looked into the distance.

Finally, at the end of the line, she saw that familiar figure.

The man rode a domineering white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes and held a long sword. When he saw He Miao's gaze, he turned around and wanted to leave.

"Don't go!"

He Miao crushed the flying talisman in his hand and flew towards him.

Countless soldiers made way for her.

The man was riding a tiger, turned into a cloud of smoke, and disappeared.Even those soldiers and horses disappeared at the same time.

"Shangguan Huaide!"

He Miao rushed to nothing, clenched his palms tightly, and shouted loudly.

Today, the night is dark, with no stars or moon, only the gusts of wind, which make people's faces hurt.

The entire battlefield was empty, only He Miao's shout echoed, and the wind howled past, sweeping everything clean in a blink of an eye.

"Master~"

Song Zishu endured the fear and great discomfort in his heart, and called He Miao loudly from a distance.

He Miao heard his shout, the voice was full of attachment and fear, she blinked and turned her head away.

By the way, I almost forgot about Song Zishu.

He Miao took a deep breath and walked towards Song Zishu step by step.

"Master, are you alright?" Song Zishu looked at her ugly face and asked with concern.

He Miao shook his head.

The woman just now also came out from the dense forest. Seeing that He Miao's cheeks were pale, she seemed to want to sit down, so she stretched out her hand to help her sit down.

He Miao sat on the ground and told Song Zishu, "Go and get some firewood, I want to light it."

But it didn't say what the lighting did.

Song Zishu didn't know what he said, but He Miao realized that he had probably never picked up firewood.

Thinking of this, she wanted to get up again.

The woman hurriedly stretched out her hand to hold her down and said, "I'll do it."

He Miao nodded, closed her eyes, put her consciousness into the wooden hairpin, and carefully searched for a book that Master had taught her.

She closed her eyes and meditated, the other two naturally did not dare to disturb her.

After a while, He Miao felt a fire rising in front of him, the fire was warm and warm, shining on He Miao's face.

He Miao opened his eyes and took out a book from the wooden hairpin.

Her face was so calm that even Song Zishu, a "curious baby" who always wanted to ask questions and liked to ask questions, noticed something strange and closed his mouth.

He Miao carefully flipped through the books.

The old master, Shen Gu, has a loose nature. When telling stories, he likes to use a hammer here and a stick there. He has no system.

If He Miao himself was curious, he would read the books corresponding to the stories Master mentioned.

Right now, she is sitting cross-legged in the field, letting the wind howl around her, while she is in the light of the fire, carefully deciphering the handwriting on the book page by page.

She looked at it very seriously, as if she was afraid of missing something.

Song Zishu wanted to ask his master several times what book he was reading, but hesitated again and again, and swallowed the words that came to his lips.

Just now, Master was surrounded by soldiers of the Huns, he was terribly worried.

After that group of terrifying soldiers appeared, he was afraid that Master would offend them.However, he saw Master flying towards something.

It seemed that he was still calling someone's name, but he didn't hear it too clearly.

Then Master became what he is now.His face looked plain, but his lips were pursed, his brows were tightly frowned, and he was extremely serious.

He had never seen Master like this.

He Miao flipped through it for a long time, and finally found a line of recorded text in this book:

"Since ancient times, when a loyal and virtuous person kills himself and becomes benevolent, there will be a scene of seven returning pills... Gathering but not dispersing, congealing and becoming firm. When the fire is at this point, the hero's brilliance will last for thousands of years."

The heart that He Miao had been hanging on, got some comfort from this passage, and she hurriedly read on.

She knew that the soldiers she had just seen from Shangguan Mu Tong were not just ghosts after death.

It is recorded in the book that whether it is a general or a soldier who serves the country loyally, when they are dying, they always have a belief in their hearts to support them, to kill the enemy to serve the country and protect the people of one side.

This pure belief corresponds to the saying, "can move the soul with sincerity".If this belief is condensed in the chest, even if a person dies, his spirit, energy, and spirit are condensed and will not disperse for a long time.

Although it is Yin Qi, it belongs to the awe-inspiring Qi between heaven and earth, so it also belongs to Righteous Qi.

He Miao looked through some examples recorded in the book, and he probably had a point in his heart.He just closed the book and put it back in the wooden hairpin.

Song Zishu saw that her face was getting better, and eagerly offered the burnt steamed buns, flattering her:
"Master, you eat first."

He Miao took the steamed bun, it was warm.

She nodded slightly to Song Zishu, and then nodded to the woman in thanks.Steamed buns are naturally the dry food that women take out.

She was so absorbed in reading just now that she forgot that Song Zishu and herself needed to eat.

After taking a bite of the steamed bun, the steamed bun was hot, even a little hot to the mouth, and brought He Miao back to the warm world.

She chewed hard.

People live and always have to eat.As long as you can eat, there is always hope.

Hope is the most precious thing.

Song Zishu looked at He Miao's appearance and thought she was fine, so he hurriedly asked, "Master, do you know what those soldiers just now are?"

He Miao paused the hand holding the steamed bun, swallowed the steamed bun with difficulty, and then said flatly:

"It's a dark soldier."

Song Zishu probably guessed what it was, but he didn't have a suitable name, so he suddenly realized.

"By the way, girl, have you just met the person you are looking for?"

He Miao asked as if remembering something.

Those Yin soldiers appeared together just now, if the person she is looking for is inside, there should be a sense.

The woman froze, then shook her head, and added embarrassingly: "My brother is not from the court, he has been serving as a soldier under King Anyang..."

Naturally, she also heard what those people said, that King Anyang colluded with the Huns and intended to rebel.

But no matter which faction the elder brother is from, the elder brother is always the real elder brother of her mother and compatriots.

"Zhao Laosan, is that your real brother?"

Only then did He Miao seem to come to his senses, and asked.

"That's right, my name is Zhao Ping, I am the fourth eldest in my family, and the top three elder brothers, it's a pity..."

The woman sighed at this point, and continued: "It's a pity that the eldest brother and the second brother died in battle a few years ago."

When He Miao heard this, his chest was filled with oppression. War is never a simple word, it is too heavy.

Zhao Ping continued to babble, as if no one had heard her speak for a long time.

"When the eldest brother and the second brother died, I was still young, so I didn't know where they went, who they fought against, and where they were buried."

"In the past two years, I've heard people say that if a family member dies outside, they will not be able to return home on their own. The city gods in other places don't have his household registration, so they can only be reduced to lonely ghosts, suffering from cold and hunger."

"This is the only brother I have left, so I asked many ways. He heard from a person who escaped from the camp that he knew he was dead, so I decided to take him back."

"My brother is going home."

Zhao Ping's eyes became redder as she went to the back, sobbing softly.

After crying for a while, he got up and went to feed his little donkey again.The little donkey rubbed against her affectionately, and it could be seen that she had a very good relationship with this little donkey.

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