She's going to be a sect boss

Chapter 174 Immortal
"Back off."

He Miao only said to Song Zishu with a cold face.

Song Zishu jumped back in fright, and saw his master raised his sword. He couldn't figure out what his master was going to do.

"Close your eyes."

Master's cold voice sounded beside his ears, and Song Zishu followed suit.

He Miao clenched the mahogany sword in his hand, tilted the blade, and poured the spiritual power of his whole body into the tip of the sword.

He resorted to the trick of "Yangbo in the East China Sea".

A powerful sword intent rose from the ground, kicking up countless dust on the ground. The yellow sand filled the air, covering the sky and the sun, and the mud immediately covered the corpses.

He Miao made persistent efforts and used the sword move again.

One move of "Eastern Sea Raises Waves" was about to be turned into "Eastern Sea Raises Dust" by her.

As He Miao kept kicking up the dust on the ground, the mass grave, which was originally full of corpses, was slowly covered by dust, and no trace of corpses could be seen anymore, and it became a flat ground.

As the saying goes, "a piece of pure land covers the loyal bones, and the mountains are high and the rivers are far away."

"Let's go."

He Miao said to Song Zishu who was still blankly closing his eyes.

Song Zishu opened his eyes, seeing everything in front of him, he was stunned.

He also felt that his master was a bit tough, and it seemed that he did not make a mistake in his apprenticeship.

At the moment, he hurriedly chased after his master.

"Master, where are we going?"

He Miao didn't speak, but raised his eyes and looked into the distance, carefully identifying the traces on the side of the road, wanting to see where he could avoid the Huns' army and where there were more people.

After watching for a long time, He Miao walked to the left.

Song Zishu became more and more strange, but he had already made up his mind to follow Master, so he didn't ask any more questions now.

The two walked for a long time before arriving at a market town.Due to the fighting ahead, the streets were sparsely populated, only a few scattered people.

Song Zishu watched as his master knocked on every door to ask if there were any craftsmen who could make clay sculptures.

"Clay sculpture?"

Why did Master ask this?
Song Zishu was full of doubts, but he chose to shut up obediently.

Finally, the hard work paid off, and He Miao asked about it, saying that in a nearby village, there was an old man who could make clay sculptures.

He Miao immediately rushed over with Song Zishu.

After walking for a long time, Song Zishu was thirsty and hungry, so he could only whisper:
"Master, I'm hungry..."

With a dull complexion, He Miao took out a large pancake from the wooden hairpin and threw it to him.

Song Zishu was very sad when he saw that it was a big cake again.

He had no idea how many big cakes Master had hidden.

He even began to suspect that his master was actually a pancake baker, as long as he wanted to eat, the master could throw him a pancake at any time.

"If you don't want to eat, you will be hungry."

He Miao only said coldly.

Song Zishu quickly swallowed his saliva and began to eat the big cake.

The two came to the nearby village. Every house in the village was closed and they dared not come out.

Only a few yellow dogs came out and barked when they heard the movement.

Several yellow dogs were all skinny, seeing that Song Zishu had a half-eaten pancake in his hand, they kept barking around him.

Song Zishu was so scared that he was about to cry, "Master..."

Song Zishu looked at He Miao pitifully.

He Miao didn't help, but watched the show from the sidelines, and suggested:

"Throw out the cakes in your hands, and keep them from chasing you."

Song Zishu hurriedly threw the cake far away, and the dog followed him.

"Now you know why you need to learn the dog-beating stick method when you walk in the rivers and lakes."

He Miao joked.

"What is the dog-beating stick method?"

Song Zishu was puzzled.

He Miao was speechless, he and himself were not of the same age, it was normal not to know.

"Let's go."

He Miao just changed the subject.

After inquiring several times, the two finally found the yard of the old man's house.

In the courtyard was an old man smoking a pipe.

In the spring, the old man was still wearing an out-of-date sheepskin jacket, and the white sheepskin was almost gray-black by him, with a pipe dangling from his mouth.

Right now I am squatting in the courtyard, taking a pen to color the clay sculpture I made.

All kinds of naive tigers, clumsy chickens... are all made in a lifelike way, and they are piled up in the yard to dry.

Seeing the two of He Miao coming in, the old man got up and asked vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

He Miao swallowed his saliva and explained his purpose of coming.

"Old man, I have to ask you to help me make a clay sculpture."

The old man took two puffs of the cigarette, and only after he exhaled a smoke ring from his mouth did he ask:

"Which fairy master is it molded?"

He Miao was stunned, and then said with difficulty: "It's not the fairy master, it's one of my...old friends."

The old man shook his head, and directly refused: "This can't be done, we don't do it for ordinary people, this is the rule."

He Miao didn't expect that after searching for a long time, he got such an ending, so he begged in a low voice:
"Old man, I can add money, this old man is really important to me."

The old man still shook his head and said, "It's not about money..."

Just as he was talking, a gray-haired grandmother walked out of the house with a turban wrapped around her head.

"what?"

He Miao looked at this granny with a kind face, guessing in his heart that there might be a turning point, and hurriedly explained his reason for coming.

Grandma listened and persuaded:
"Old man, I see it's not easy for this little girl to walk so far, so you can make one for her~"

The old man took another two puffs of his cigarette, and said angrily:

"What do you know, mother-in-law? This is the rule. Except for the gods, most people don't give statues."

Granny heard that the old man dared to scold her angrily, and she became angry, put her hands on her waist, and said back:

"The little girl thinks highly of you and asks you to help me. You old man, you really think of yourself as someone."

When the old man saw that his wife was on fire, he began to smoke again.

Seeing the old man's resolute attitude and the fact that the husband and wife quarreled because of their own reasons, He Miao thought to himself, forget it, and she will think of other ways.

Seeing that He Miao was about to leave, the old man asked:
"Girl, who is this person you want to make a statue of? You tell the old man, so I know."

He Miao licked his dry coughing lips, and said calmly:
"To be honest, my old friend is the Shangguan General Mu of this dynasty. I look at him..."

Before He Miao finished speaking, the old man stood up, knocked the pipe on the stone mill next to him, and said:
"You woman, why didn't you say it earlier, and do it for General Shangguan. I can't refuse to say anything, old man."

The grandmother at the side also hurriedly came over and asked He Miao:

"Girl, do you know this general?"

He Miao nodded.

Grandma touched He Miao's hand and sighed again and again: "We have several batches of northern Tartars here before, and everyone was so scared that no one dared to go out. It was General Shangguan who sent someone over to beat back the northern Tartars."

Having said that, I started to wipe my tears again.

"I heard that General Shangguan and his soldiers were beaten to death by bad guys. It hurts us to hear this."

"Yesterday, I heard people say that General Shangguan had appeared because those Tartars had escaped. Otherwise, we would not have dared to go out."

He Miao looked at the expressions on the faces of the old man and grandma, and then felt that he really realized the sentence in the book:
"The radiance of a hero is immortal for thousands of years."

After the death of these loyal souls who defended their homes and the country, the spirits in their chests persisted, and they were already equivalent to being in the immortal class.

As long as future generations always remember them in their hearts, they will always protect this land, even if they die.

The aura of a hero is immortal.

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