I am a soldier in the border army

Chapter 572: Master Kun! My brother is here first!

Time has always been the best medicine to heal everything.

In the past ten years, the grass on the grassland turned green, then yellow, and then yellow and then green again.

As the grass grows and withers, the turned soil covers up the bloody scene where corpses once littered the ground, leaving only the fragrance of grass and trees on the grasslands of Taikang for seventy years of spring.

A group of fierce and strong barbarians were galloping across the vast grassland, shouting constantly.

The frightened prey fled in panic and gradually gathered towards the center.

On the gentle slope not far away, a teenager surrounded by a crowd saw this scene, stretched out his hand and waved to the people around him, and someone handed him a carved bow.

He opened his arms and pulled, and instantly pulled this strong bow that even an ordinary adult monk could not pull into a full moon.

But the boy with a childish face looked dissatisfied.

"This bow should be replaced. It has no strength to hold and is boring to use."

Hearing this, the knight accompanying him hurriedly apologized.

"Young Master's strength has increased too quickly recently. It is our negligence."

The young boy called Shaojun waved his hand upon hearing this.

"It's just brute force."

"Besides, Uncle Lu said that I am now in the period of growth, so I don't blame you."

The expressions of the black-armored cavalrymen surrounding him were moved when they heard this.

The young prince is tolerant, quite like the prince.

"If only his mother wasn't a barbarian..."

The blood feud between Yong and Man lasted for a hundred years, and the rift between them could not be reconciled so easily.

They had been stationed on the grassland for a long time, so things were better.

It’s hard to say about the people in my hometown.

A thought flashed through their minds, and the group of black-armored cavalry thanked the young master for sparing their lives, and then stopped talking.

Han Kun, a young boy, the son of the current Lord Yan, glanced at the crowd calmly. A hint of gloom flashed across his tender face, and a smile appeared in an instant.

After holding the carved bow specially made according to his body shape in his hand, he shouted.

"Boys! Step out!"

The childish voice fell.

The figures scattered among the hunting team rode out on horseback and gathered behind Young Master Han Kun.

Looking around, most of these figures are young, but they are all dressed in gorgeous clothes, and even the horses they ride are all purebred BMWs.

"I am willing to obey the young master's orders!"

For a moment, this hunting team composed of the younger brothers of Wuhuan Guizhong and the descendants of Zhenliao Army actually had quite a lot of momentum.

Whipping his horse, young Master Han Kun quickly passed the knights' deliberate guards around him and walked in the front.

An older disciple of Wuhuan Takashige was in a panic and was about to ride his horse to stop them, but the small figure turned around and whipped him mercilessly.

"How dare you stop me?"

The noble young disciple, with a bloodstain on his face, cried out that he was wronged.

"For your safety, please stay in the formation."

Before he finished speaking, another whip was lashed out.

"Go away!"

"In the past, when my father was on a northern expedition, he could charge into the ranks of thousands of cavalrymen alone! Today, I am just hunting, why do I need your protection?"

After saying this, the excellent horse under him, which was hard to find even if you searched the entire grassland, started riding forward with all its hooves flying, and took the lead.

Then, the carved bow in his hand instantly bent like a full moon, but it was not aimed at the trapped prey in front of him, but at a goshawk that had flown in from the sky at some unknown time.

collapse--

There was a short sound of bowstring snapping, and the large goshawk in the sky suddenly let out a shrill cry and fell rapidly from the sky.

Everyone who witnessed this scene, whether far or near, exclaimed in amazement.

"Young Master's Sharpshooter!"

The young master who had shot an arrow into the air did not stop. He slapped the saddle and his small figure soared into the sky and grabbed the falling goshawk.

This sudden change shocked everyone.

With their eyesight, they could tell that the goshawk, which had grown to this size, must be a monster.

The grip of those sharp claws was enough to break gold and shatter jade!

"Young Master, be careful! Retreat quickly——"

In that instant, everyone broke out in a cold sweat.

After all, the young master is of noble status. If there is any mistake, countless people will lose their lives.

But just as they were about to take action to stop it, they were stopped by the divine consciousness that descended from the void. They could only watch as the half-grown figure continued to approach the monster.

But soon they let out a long breath, and their hearts, which had suddenly been hanging in the air, fell heavily.

The young master rose up like a hawk, and at the moment of taking off, he held the eagle's head, twisted it and landed it steadily on the horse from the void.

Then he threw it casually and greeted.

"Tie it up and I will give it to my mother when I get back."

As he spoke, his eyes swept over the frightened crowd behind him.

"Don't make a fuss. My father was a master of the world. He was praised by the world as a fierce tiger. How can I, a young master, weaken my father's unparalleled power?"

His words and eyes were just like a tiger cub, not at all like a ten-year-old child.

Even the group of Zhen Liao army generals stationed on the gentle slope not far behind them were frightened and stared blankly at the half-grown figure.

I don’t know whether it is a blessing or a curse that a concubine’s son is like this to you.

……

It was a satisfying hunt, and the harvest was naturally rich.

When the group returned to Longcheng with a full load, most of the people and merchants along the way did not show too much surprise.

After all, this scene was not the first time they had seen it.

Having seen it so many times, you won’t find it strange.

Only the Yong merchants who had just arrived in Longcheng looked at the half-grown figure surrounded by heavy guards in surprise.

"Excuse me, sir, what is the identity of that young master? How could he have the Zhen Liao Army and the Wangzhang Army accompanying him as guards?"

When the people in the street taverns heard this, most of them kept silent.

Even if there is a response, it is given quietly and privately.

There are no impervious walls in the world.

The Duke of Yan has raised this illegitimate son in Longcheng for ten years, and some secrets are no longer secrets.

What's more, neither the Duke of Yan nor the Wuhuan Palace deliberately concealed this.

But before all this was made clear, no one dared to say more.

The gossips on the street naturally could not be hidden from the young master's naturally sharp ears and eyes. Although his expression remained unchanged, his tightly gripped reins still revealed his emotions.

A servant beside him glanced over and consoled him in a gentle voice.

"You don't need to worry about this, young master."

The young master lowered his eyes, which were almost identical to his father's, and when he raised them again, there was a look of innocence in them.

"What do you care about? I don't know what you are talking about."

……

Enter the palace.

The young master started running and in a blink of an eye he reached the inner hall.

"Mother! Mother! Look what I caught today?"

The demon hawk whose neck he pinched flapped its wings, like a goose whose fate was strangled by a naughty kid. It seemed that it was breathing in more than out.

Princess Karasuma Kazuya, who was embroidering patterns for new clothes in the palace, heard the noise and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

As soon as he put down his work, the young master appeared in front of him.

Looking at his brocade clothes that were torn by the eagle's claws, Karasuma Heya glared at him half dotingly and half resentfully.

"You've been fooling around all day. Look at your new clothes!"

As he said this, he waved his hand to suppress the demon hawk in his hand and threw it aside, then pulled him over to examine it carefully.

"Nothing hurt, right?"

The young master looked very proud and patted his chest.

"Don't worry, mother. I'm very strong. How can this evil beast hurt me?"

As he spoke, he narrated in front of Wuhuan Heya how he hunted the eagle today, how he was afraid that it would fall to its death, and how Ningkong had done a great feat in capturing it.

"Mother, I was so impressive when I hunted today. They can't compare to me!"

Seeing his beaming with joy, Karasuma and Masaya were also amused.

"You're so old, but you're still like a child. I wonder when you will grow up." Upon hearing this, the young master quickly snuggled into his mother's arms.

"The child is only ten years old, isn't he just a child?"

Also.

Ten years old, as the people of Yong say, is just the age of primary schooling. What else could he be but a child?
"It's just that... in the blink of an eye, ten years have already passed..."

Karasuma Heya sighed in his heart and his mood suddenly became a little depressed.

The young master nestled in her arms saw this and looked at the half-embroidered brocade pattern on the side, and couldn't help but show a bit of anger in his eyes.

"Mother, please don't make clothes for that man. He won't wear them anyway. Make clothes for me. I like the clothes you make the most."

The words are childish and naive.

But Karasuma Heya frowned and scolded.

"What this guy or that guy? He is your father!"

The young master lowered his eyebrows, feeling a little aggrieved.

"How can there be a father whom you only see a few times a year?"

Listening to his mumbling, Karasuma Heya felt a little sad and he embraced him and comforted him gently.

"Your father has always been ambitious and busy, so don't blame him."

As she spoke, she picked up the half-embroidered brocade pattern and pinched him lightly in annoyance.

"Also, who said your father doesn't wear the clothes made by your mother? Last time, your father praised your mother for her excellent embroidery skills..."

I don't know what Karasuma and Miyabi were thinking when they said this.

A smile gradually appeared on his face, which Han Kun, at his age, could not understand.

This caused Han Kun to roll his eyes.

My mother is really hopeless.

As the mother and son were talking, a palace maid suddenly came to report.

"Young Master, Master Fahai asked you to go and chant a few sutras to pray for the souls who died at your hands today..."

Hearing this, Han Kun, who was already indignant for his mother, suddenly twisted his face.

"Damn it! That baldy thief is so annoying!"

As soon as I blurted out these words, I felt a sharp pain in my ears.

"Who taught you to say such foul language? Wouldn't it be a disgrace to your father if it got out?"

"Don't forget, you are a young master! A young prince! Your words and actions should be appropriate!"

Han Kun felt pained and tried to pass on the blame.

"It was Uncle Lu! It was Uncle Lu who taught me all that! And Aguda! They said that a real man should curse whenever he wants, that's when he feels good!"

As he said this, he did not forget to drag his father into the water.

"And my father is like this too!"

Upon hearing this, Karasuma Kazuya became even more angry and severe.

"Nonsense! Your father is a man of high status and gentle conduct, a gentleman of the day. How could he be like this?"

"As a son, you actually made up this story about your father. If your father knew about it, wouldn't he blame me for not teaching you well?"

At this moment, Karasuma Heya did not have the gentleness that others saw in her, and she was like a tigress ready to eat people.

Han Kun saw that A Niang seemed to be going to increase the intensity on him again, and a look of horror appeared on his face, and he quickly shouted out.

"Grandfather! Save me quickly!"

When Qiming Khan hurried over, he saw that his beloved grandson was about to be killed, so he hurriedly stepped forward to beg for mercy for him.

Being interrupted by this, Han Kun found an opportunity and quickly ran out of the hall.

After wandering around all the way, we arrived at a Buddhist temple.

Then he put his hands together and bowed respectfully outside the door.

"The disciple has come here safely in compliance with the master's command."

There was silence in the Buddhist hall for a while, and then a sigh.

"You are too polite, sir. I am the thief who bothers you."

Han Kun's mouth twitched.

This bald thief has a high level of cultivation and has made great progress recently. It is said that he is not far from the realm of harmony between heaven and man.

He pushed the door open and found a cushion in the Buddhist hall to kneel down and sit.

Han Kun consciously recited the Sutra of Rebirth to pray for the souls he had hunted today.

I have to say, these Buddhist bald thieves are really something.

After reciting the Sutra of Rebirth, Han Kun felt that his whole body became much clearer, and his already bright eyes became even brighter.

"When I am no longer with you, you should recite this sutra from time to time. It will be of some benefit after all."

After saying this, seeing that Han Kun was a little surprised, Fahai explained.

"Back then, I begged your father and received your father's permission to protect you for ten years."

"Now that the ten-year term has come to an end, I, as a teacher, can be considered to have completed my mission."

I wanted an Arhat to protect me, and it was only through the initiative of this cheap teacher that I begged for it.

At this moment, Han Kun suddenly had a clearer image of his father, whom he had only seen a few times a year.

It’s really awesome.

Han Kun blinked his eyes and said with emotion in his heart.

"Teacher, are you leaving? It's so sudden. I am really sad to see you go."

Fahai twirled the Buddhist beads in his hand, glanced at this so-called Buddhist disciple, and nodded.

"When fate comes, we gather together; when fate ends, we disperse."

"I have been away from the mountain for a long time. It is time to go back and take a look."

Han Kun suddenly fell silent after hearing this.

Although he quite disliked the nagging of this bald guy in the past, after all, he was the elder who grew up with him, so how could he not miss him at all.

"Is the teacher coming back?"

Seeing that his disciple rarely showed some true feelings, Fahai felt a little emotional.

At that time, he went north in accordance with the order of Zen Master Tripitaka. After many twists and turns, he finally managed to achieve his current situation.

Even he was confused about the specific results.

After all, how can a Buddhist open his mouth and say "fuck" or "bald thief"? The Buddhist scriptures are so comprehensive that they can understand six out of seven senses. How can there be someone who doesn't understand anything?

The only thing that comforted him was that the child still had some feelings for him.

So after a moment's silence, Fahai chanted a Buddhist name and then said.

"Namo Sakyamuni."

"We'll meet again if we are destined."

"You are my disciple. If you get into trouble in the future, you can call me master and I will help you so that you won't be wronged."

Han Kun was stunned when he heard this.

He had been disrespectful to his cheap teacher over the years. He even thought that his cheap teacher was telling him, 'Something about repaying the teacher's kindness. If you get into trouble in the future, just don't tell your teacher about it.'

This turn of events really surprised him.

In response to this, Fahai's stern expression showed a rare bit of gentleness.

"You are of noble birth, and with your father around, others dare not treat you badly."

"Besides that, I believe you also know that your senior brother Shenxiu was later adopted as your father's son. He promised that he would protect you throughout his life. You should get close to him so that he can help you in the future."

In fact, Fahai was not too worried about the future of his disciple.

Although Lord Yan seems to have not made any move so far, he actually thinks highly of this boy.

In addition, this child is very similar to his father. He is quite shrewd at a young age. Coupled with the strong talents inherited from his parents, his future achievements will be limitless.

Perhaps in the future, as a teacher, he will still be protected by him.

With this premise, Fahai's tolerance towards him becomes understandable.

Having said this, Fahai paused with the rosary in his hand and suddenly said.

"By the way, when we get back later, ask your mother to prepare it."

"I'm afraid it won't be long before someone from the south arrives."

Someone coming from the south?

Han Kun's face was filled with surprise.

"You should go home."

……

(End of this chapter)