Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 125 The Hero Never Leaves
Fang Kong's paper money flew into the distance with the sound of wailing.

Chen Yuan's hands were stained with blood and mud, kneeling in front of the tomb, staring at the unnamed tombstone without blinking, he didn't even know the name of his master, sometimes thinking about being a disciple, he was quite a failure, never going to I thought about doing something for Master, looking for memory for him.

'Apprentice, why is your method broken?It's okay, I will teach you again...'

'Remember to choose a resounding name for the teacher, it is best to say it to scare a lot of people! '

The image of an old man appeared in front of his eyes, his ragged clothes grabbed Li Yuanshan and knocked him off the eaves pillar, and let out a vigorous roar: "If you dare to hit my apprentice, I will kill you—"

Tears welled up in Chen Yuan's eyes again. He had been with the old man for several months, and the time was actually not that long. Even if the other party mistook him for a disciple, it was a real feeling, and he would be the first to rush out in case of danger. Get in front of him.On weekdays, he is playful and lazy, and occasionally gets angry and quickly dissipates, jumping up and down in front of him like an old child, wanting this or that.

"Chen Daoyou!"

Zhenhai's voice came from a distance, and the monk came up from the forest below, stepped on the rocks on the hillside, stood behind Chen Yuan, and bowed to the lonely tomb.

"That person's cultivation base is advanced, and his kung fu of light body and flying is not as good as that of a poor monk. Let them run away."

Chen Yuan looked at the empty tombstone, and was silent for a moment: "...It doesn't matter, the Canglan Sword Gate is there, I don't believe they moved the mountain gate away!"

"How do you plan to take revenge?!"

Zhenhai is not an ordinary monk, he has always hated evil as much as hatred. After more than a month of getting along, he got to know Chen Yuan a little bit better, and he was also familiar with that crazy old man.

"Little master, don't get involved, you are a monk from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple..."

"Hehe, the Buddha advised people to put down the butcher's knife, and that's only after killing people."

The wind blew the old pine rustling, and Chen Yuan couldn't see any expression on his face. It took him a long time to look away, get up and walk to the tombstone, and whispered: "Master used to protect me, now it's my turn to protect me." He's gone...I'm going to the Western Regions...I'm going to kill thousands of barbarians..."

Every sentence is almost gritted.

"...I want...to slaughter the Canglan Sword Gate!"

Kill thousands of fools?

Tu Canglan Sword Gate?
Things in two different directions can't be linked together, Zhenhai watched him slowly get up and walk down the mountain, the fat Taoist also sprinkled the last paper money into the sky, knelt down and kowtowed three times, followed Chen Yuan away with a sob .

"Chen Daoyou, the poor monk is waiting for you at Canglan Sword Gate!"

After speaking, the monk took a look at the cassock on his body, took it off, folded it and put it in the bag, and walked to the foot of the mountain from another direction in his worn-out monk clothes.

……

The ox cart drove slowly across the rough road, and in the rickety carriage, the wooden carvings seemed to sense Chen Yuan's mood and showed gloomy expressions.

It took half a month to come back, but now the old cow's buttocks are covered with speed running talismans, and the drooping tongue is floating obliquely in the corner of the mouth, and the saliva is drifting to the rear in the wind.

The bullock cart no longer cared about others, and rushed all the way to the northwest like a madman, passed through Lantao, and saw the outline of the Guangwei city wall again, it only took five days.

The strong body of the ox was much lighter and thinner, and the old ox was panting heavily with white gas all over his body. Even though the carriage was affixed with strong talisman paper, there were still a few signs of damage.

The fat Taoist went to the market outside the city to buy some food and came back. Chen Yuan sat in the car and watched the people coming and going around with empty eyes. Many people cast strange glances, and some even came forward to ask what happened. bother.

Since the Hu people retreated, the imperial court regained the lost land, and the people who left came back one by one, the dilapidated houses were repaired, and the barren farmland and melon fields were re-sprinkled with seeds and watered for irrigation.

The people who lost their homes built thatched huts on the side of the road, and gradually more people gathered, forming many such markets, large and small, with bustling crowds, children chasing and fighting, and women shouting and hawkers shouting.

The bustling surroundings seemed incompatible with Chen Yuan. In the empty field of vision, there was a child crying in front of her, and a rough wooden sculpture was held by a woman.

"What are you doing with this thing, fake, just like your dead ghost father, you know how to believe this kind of thing."

"Mom, Dad gave it to me and said he would protect us!"

In the thatched shed, the blind man rushed out, hugged the child, turned around and yelled at his wife: "Why are you angry at the child, and, give the child the Wu'an Jun woodcarving!"

"Worthless rags, what a rarity!"

The woman threw away the wooden carving in her hand. When the war broke out, her husband stayed behind to resist the Hu people. She and her children evacuated Guangwei. He was able to listen to what he said about gods all day long, but later he got annoyed and took his anger out on the wood carving.

"Then what kind of god is there? If there is a god, why don't you kill the barbarians!"

The woman yelled loudly, the wooden carving thrown did not make the sound of landing as imagined, the family of three subconsciously turned around, and saw a young man in blue robes standing there, holding the wooden carving in his hand.

The one-eyed man vaguely felt that the person in front of him looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Just about to ask the other party, Chen Yuan walked up to the child with the wood carving, put the wood carving on his little hand, and touched his little head.

"Heroes never leave."

These words seemed to be said to the man, and also seemed to be said to the woman over there. The moment he got up and walked to the bullock cart, a blue light fell to the ground, the wind was strong, and the smoke and dust filled the air.

Hearing Xiluulu's horse crowing a few times, the passers-by around the market stopped and stepped back in shock.

Among the smoke and dust blown away by the wind, three war horses pulled a chariot roaring in the wind, and above, a figure in armor and holding a spear shouted towards the direction of the city:

"I want to conquer the Western Regions, but I can go with my son!"

The sound resounded all over the world, and the soldiers and horses on drill in the city and outside the city seemed to be heard clearly at this moment. Some people were familiar with the sound and looked blankly at their companions.

"Mr. Wu An..."

Someone shouted, and then more soldiers gathered, including many lieutenant generals. Everyone looked at me and I looked at you. In the moment of silence, the shout of "Kill Hu!" burst out suddenly.

Li Anfu put on his armor and held a spear, rushed out of the house in a panic, and got on a war horse, his face was full of excitement.

Not long after, torrents leaped out.

In front of the market, countless people knelt down, and the one-eyed man burst into tears and knelt down on one knee: "Wang Lin, a cavalry soldier in the Guangwei Army, pays homage to Lord Wu An, and is willing to go with us!"

"Go to the camp and tell the old department, those who are willing to go with me, gather outside the city!"

The sound is slow, and the chariot moves forward.

Chen Yuan stood on the bullock cart, and there were several wood carvings in her hands, which fell to the ground one by one.

A young general in a red coat with a crotch armor waving the Han flag; there are also majestic generals with double-edged spears in their hands;

The robes fluttered in the wind, and Chen Yuan wrote the edict in blood.

"Follow Lord Wu'an and go to the Western Regions!"

……

At this time, far away in the foothills southwest of Changhao City, paper money was hanging on the treetops and was shaken by the wind.

The high raised tomb moved a bit, and then, a hand broke through the soil and stretched out with a bang.

"Apprentice, Master, I'm hungry, so I told that fat man to cook quickly... Hey, why is the old man in the dirt?"

next moment.

The soil exploded, and the old man with disheveled hair sat inside, blinked his eyes in a daze, and looked around, the empty hills, except for the whimpering of the wind, there was no bullock cart, apprentice, or fat Taoist.

The old man just fell asleep.

What about apprentices? !

(End of this chapter)