She's going to be a sect boss

Chapter 173
After hearing Zhao Ping's words, He Miao's expression was serious.

I knew in my heart that I was narrow-minded.

She had taken it for granted that Zhao Ping did not hesitate to risk her life and came here from afar to find the person she loves.

Now that I think about it, true love always exists in the world.

Naturally, there are emotions as sincere as love, or purer than love, such as the relationship between brothers and sisters.

Love or something is actually just a touch of embellishment in a boring and suffering life, and many people take it too seriously.

Zhao Ping's low sobs continued, her voice full of depression and sadness.

He Miao saw her sincere feelings for her older brothers, and couldn't help but think of her senior brothers.

Brothers of the same school killed each other a lot, but the relationship between her and several brothers was indeed no less than brotherhood.

If the seniors have problems, she is willing to travel thousands of miles to pick them up.

In the blink of an eye, she immediately said "咖咖哗" three times. What was she thinking? Her seniors are all living well.

Didn't she curse them for no reason?

Song Zishu was taken aback when he saw her suddenly say "Bah, bah, bah" three times.

Why did he feel that this master was getting more and more strange.

The night was filled with silence.

The sparks in the fire were slowly extinguished, and there was no more light in the surroundings.

Only the wind blows from time to time.

Zhao Ping's little donkey was eating the leaves as if no one else was around, and it was the most delicious.

Song Zishu next to him had already raised his head, sleeping soundly as if no one else was there.Zhao Ping's eyes were closed tightly, her brows were furrowed, and there were tears on her face. It seemed that she hadn't slept well.

He Miao sat upright on the spot, meditating with his eyes closed.

She knew she couldn't do much.The more upset you are, the more flustered and helpless you feel, the more you should do the things at hand well.

In these years, has she seen fewer people around her die?

Everyone is destined to accompany her for a journey, the road is difficult, but only with tenacity and always keeping in mind your own goals can you achieve the road.

Only when she keeps going up and has more strength, can she really do something for the people around her.

He Miao only looked calm, and silently recited the mental method that he had already mastered in his heart:

"With my life, with my strength, with my spirit, all spirits will return to me, and all qi will return to me..."

The night was pitch black and the wind was blowing. He Miao stood still, silently circulating the spiritual power in his body.

The sky suddenly appeared, and the east was lit up with a touch of fish-belly white, and the morning star in the sky hung high.

In the dense forest, the fog is shrouded, and the grass is full of dew.

Song Zishu probably slept soundly, and he babbled, thinking of something delicious.

He Miao had a night, but for some reason, the words he read in the book last night flashed in his mind:
"The radiance of a hero is immortal for thousands of years."

This sentence seems to be pointing to something.

He Miao revisited this sentence over and over again in his mind, what exactly does it mean?
To raise land, He Miaofu's heart came to him, as if he had been enlightened, he opened his eyes.

She seemed to know the solution.

Song Zishu was sleeping soundly. In his dream, he was eating the sweet jujube paste yam cake at home, when he was suddenly awakened by someone, and what he was facing was the cold reality.

Song Zishu was startled, opened his eyes, and saw Master's slender eyes, leaning over to stare at him.

He didn't know why, but a strange feeling arose in his heart, and a strange blush flew to his cheeks.

He just lowered his head and said, "What's wrong?"

"You are here to guard Miss Zhao, I have to go out to do something."

He Miao only confessed.

"I'll go as well."

Song Zishu hurriedly got up and said.

He was afraid that his master would leave him here alone. What if those dark soldiers who could tear people apart came back last night?
Zhao Ping was woken up by the movement of the two, and heard He Miao's words, she only said in a low voice:

"Girl, let's go about my own business, I don't care."

How could He Miao leave her here alone.

Whether it was the men who were beaten away by her, or the Huns soldiers coming again, Zhao Ping couldn't bear it.

She had to think of another way.

"Let's go, go find your brother first."

He Miao got up and said.

The few people who were in charge of burying the corpse yesterday ran away in fright.It is still a mass grave that no one has dealt with.

Zhao Ping has sensiblely gone to find her brother.

He Miao raised his eyes and saw that the deadly battlefield was full of corpses.

She kept asking herself in her heart what she could do for these fallen soldiers.

Song Zishu stood next to He Miao with a pale face, looking around vigilantly from time to time, afraid of the return of the Xiongnu soldiers, the return of the Yin soldiers, and the corpses everywhere.

for a long time
Zhao Ping finally pulled out a corpse from the sea of ​​corpses, identified it carefully, raised the ground, and exclaimed in surprise:
"elder brother!"

Immediately, tears fell down like broken beads, and the whole person was crying loudly.

He Miao hurried over and saw Zhao Ping holding a dead body that was already stiff, blue and bloodstained, crying bitterly.

She couldn't understand Zhao Ping's mood very well. When the body was not found, she was always uneasy, fearing that her brother would not be able to return to his hometown and become a lonely ghost.

But in the bottom of my heart, there is still a little thought, in case, he survived by luck; in case, the news others said is false.

After finally finding it, the siblings are reunited again, but Yin and Yang are separated, and it is difficult to reunite.

Finding the body of the last brother means that Zhao Ping has no home since then.

Zhao Ping cried for a while, then sniffled and took out the rough handkerchief from her sleeve, and carefully wiped off the blood stains on her brother's face.

There was a face of an ordinary country boy.

He Miao stepped forward, wanting to help move Zhao Laosan's body.

Song Zishu, who was next to him, stepped forward and said, "I'll do it." As he spoke, he lifted Zhao Laosan's feet and lifted the body with Zhao Ping.

His face was no longer as frightened as before, only the eye circles were red.

He Miao looked at him in surprise. A day ago, Song Zishu was a child who would vomit uncontrollably when he saw a dead body and smelled blood.

In just one night, he seemed to have matured a lot.

In that immature face, there was a rare bit of determination.

Several people put Zhao Laosan's body on the little donkey and tied it up properly.

Only then did Zhao Ping hold the reins of the donkey, with tears still on her face, she just said:

"Girl, young master, I have to go, thank you for your help."

He Miao nodded slightly, exhorting:

"Be careful on the road."

Song Zishu remained silent.

Zhao Ping bowed deeply to the two, then turned and left with the little donkey.

It was noon, the sun seemed to be hiding in the clouds, and the weather was not warm.

On the ancient road filled with loess, the figure of the woman gradually faded away.

The woman still looked bulging, dressed in coarse cloth, and led a fat little donkey.

On a donkey, carrying her dearest relatives.

"Master, what shall we do next?" Song Zishu asked.

He Miao turned his head slowly, looked at the mass grave, his eyes moved slightly, and then drew out his mahogany sword.

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