Why was Gu Xiao so shocked that even with the green leaves in his mouth he was almost infected by the poisonous miasma of the mountain? It was because the small golden token that broke through the mountain fog was very similar to the heaven-shaking unicorn seal lying quietly in his arms. , not only the cloud-eating beast on the upper edge of the token, but also the ox tail wrapping the token are almost identical.
The difference is that unlike the emerald green jade in the Qilin Seal, which has the word "麟" polished with jade sand, the golden token in the hand is only made of pure gold, and the middle is not "lin" but the word "righteousness"...
Resisting the urge to take out the Qilin Heaven-turning Seal in his arms and compare it, Gu Xiao looked through the mountain fog that had risen to block his sight, and looked at the voice condensed in the mountain fog, and the doubts in his heart became stronger.
After escaping all the way to this forest, Gu Xiao had already seen the masked figure, and he had doubts in his heart, but at this time he was convinced: "The Sky-shaking Qilin Seal was given by Master. This man saved me from the snow in the mountains and forests of Mojun." , and then helped me heal my wounds outside Yanbei City. This time, when the Jin army was frightened by the mountain fog, they took the opportunity to throw this seal to me. I think this person is not an old friend of the master, and he is also closely related to the Tiansha Qilin Seal... .”
When Gu Xiao was thinking hard, he felt a tapping feeling on his shoulder. He looked back and saw Murong Wu with Yu and Chi. He also saw the urgent urging in Murong Wumei's eyes, so he almost shouted softly, and he suddenly realized After coming back to his senses, he was no longer thinking about the reason. He immediately gathered his thoughts, took heavy steps, and followed Murong Wu's pace.
On the other side of the mist, the boy's retreating back gradually disappeared into the mountain mist. The masked man raised a smile on his lips, and his eyes were filled with cold murderous intent. It seemed to contain a variety of emotions, some of which Fortunately, satisfied, and even a little relieved...
For about a moment, until the young man could no longer be seen, the man with his face covered was a little reluctant. He withdrew his gaze, silently thought about it, turned to Chun Yufu who was still "immersed" in the mountain mist and could not extricate himself. He snorted coldly and drilled his palms into the air. He took out his broad robe and blew the wind from his palm towards the Jin army commander.
At this moment, Chunyu Fu was deeply trapped in the mountain fog, unable to extricate himself. The whirlpool of mountain fog in front of him made Chunyu return to his childhood. He was seeing a heavily armored black knight, holding a brocade box in his hand, respectfully entering the house.
"Daddy!" The young man was full of tears. He snatched it out of the house and threw it on the brocade box. His mother was kneeling beside her, her tears drying up long ago, as if she had lost her soul, and there was no emotion on her face.
At this moment, Chunyu Fu was like his soul leaving his body. He stood among the crowd of spectators in the mansion and looked at his young self. Tears had already filled the golden helmet's eyes.
Although his father was the leader of the military generals of the Jin Dynasty, "when a person leaves, the tea cools, and when a person dies, the lamp is extinguished." This heat has never changed. Chunyu's mansion, which was once a prosperous family, suddenly became desolate after his father's head was sent back. Not only In this way, the previous political opponents in the DPRK and China also took the opportunity to make things difficult. Not only did they slander my father for being arbitrary in military affairs, they also placed some unfounded charges on his late father...
My father was an honest general, and the family never had much savings. After his father died, the family suddenly became financially strapped. Some of the military generals who were dealt with by my father often came to the door to embarrass themselves. My mother shed tears every day. She was originally a general. Huzi himself instantly became the son of what these people call the "defeated general".
Humiliation and unwillingness filled the young Chunyu's heart, but there was nothing he could do. He could only close himself in the backyard and increase the number of swings from 100 times a day to 500 times a day, and then practice other exercises.
Just like this day after day, the young man's figure gradually grew stronger and stronger as time went by. Chunyu's residence had already been moved out of the imperial city, which symbolized the pillar of the court, and he only lived in a small dilapidated courtyard in a remote place in the middle of the capital.
The mother's delicate hands are gradually covered with calluses, but the mother and son depend on each other, and their life is peaceful in poverty. The only thing that remains unchanged is the adult Chunyu, who gets up at three o'clock every day to help the family with chopping firewood and cooking. When it came to carrying water, he took the only silver spear brought from Chunyu's house up the mountain.
When I was a different boy, today Chunyu is eighteen years old, and he has already increased his five hundred swings to a thousand. It is always cold in the north, but Chunyu is bare-chested and swinging his sword every day, pouring his strength into the silver spoon. Every time he swings out, the sharp edge of the sword cuts through the air. Suddenly, the whistling sound faintly revealed the sign of internal stability.
As the morning sun rose, Chunyu pulled aside his linen clothes and put them on his strong back that was steaming with heat. He walked down the mountain with a relaxed pace... Like a remnant soul, Chunyu, who was watching by the side, couldn't help but tense up. Clenching his fists, he hammered the invisible barrier in front of him eagerly, and kept roaring and shouting: "Today is the day, hurry down the mountain."
! Get down the mountain quickly! Go home and see your mother! "
Unexpectedly, the invisible barrier in front of him blocked all the sounds of hammering and shouting. The young man who was only separated by a barrier did not hear anything at all. Instead, he walked leisurely down the mountain with a relaxed pace.
Feeling deeply powerless, the scene in front of Chun Yufu changed again, and he was already in the small courtyard of his home. He, who had just grown up that day, was holding the last words left by his mother, unable to cry.
Tears fell silently from Chun Yufu's face, and the invisible barrier was right in front of him. No matter how hard Chun Yufu used his skills, he could not break the barrier in front of him. He could only shed tears on his face, quietly look outside the barrier, and kowtow to his mother who committed suicide by hanging from the beam. of myself.
All the past events reappeared in his mind, and Chunyu was no longer able to shout. He just moved his eyes slightly and turned to the entrance of the small courtyard. As expected, the familiar figure reappeared in front of the small courtyard.
"How can the son of the Chunyu family be so devastated..." The young master is still as gentle as jade, and his eyes are still as sharp as if they could see through people's hearts. He looked at the young Chunyu who was kneeling down and spoke softly.
"It's all you! My father fought on the battlefield for you, but after his death, you never even showed your face! You made my family suffer the humiliation of being a child!" Hearing this man's words, Chunyu, who was full of confusion, told all about his mother's death. He blamed it on the person coming behind him. As he roared, he made a move with one hand, and the silver tree on the ground suddenly rose up as if it sensed the master's call.
When he was so angry, he no longer cared about the distinction between monarch and minister, noble or humble. Chunyu just wanted to pour out all his anger. The silver spear in his hand was like lightning. He looked back and pierced the chest of the person who came to him.
Swinging the spear a thousand times a day, Chunyu has long since merged into one body. The long spear thrust out as freely as swinging a fist in his hand. The spear's edge arrives in an instant. This thrust already has the power of ascending to the throne.
The spear thrust out and he looked back, only to see the purple-collared Taoist accompanying the gentle young master waving his three-foot-long sleeve. With just a flick of his hand, the silver spear flew out of his hand.
The moment he was forced back by the Taoist, the young Chunyu had already calmed down. The young master in front of him was someone he could not offend. Fortunately, the old Taoist took action. If he made a big mistake, how could he avenge his mother or avenge his father...
However, the young man was full of blood and was forced to retreat by the purple-collared Taoist. He was unwilling to give in and punched again, but the target was changed to the purple-collared Taoist.
Even if he doesn't have a fist in his hand, wielding it every day for many years has already made other people's fists become one. Even though he has not yet entered the realm of robots, when he swings his fist, it is as sharp as a long sword showing its sharp edge.
The wind of the fist was like a blow, lifting up all the snow in the small courtyard. The power of the young Chun's fist was terrifying, but there was no fear in the young master's eyes. It seemed that the young man Chunyu's attack on him with the blow did not happen. He was appreciative of it. The color turned into a simple sentence and blurted out.
"Don't hurt him!"
Young Chun had spent many years practicing martial arts with this move. Hearing what the young master said, he only thought that the young master told him not to hurt the Taoist Zi Ling. When he saw the wind of the fist approaching the Taoist and lifting up his gray beard and hair, he couldn't help but want to secretly Take off some of your strength, lest it really hurt his life.
Unexpectedly, just as he was weighing the matter, he heard the purple-collared voice of approval in his ears.
"It is not easy to reach this point without the guidance of a teacher..."
When the sound fell, the young Chunyu felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. He flew backwards and hit the wall of the small courtyard. He fell to the ground and vomited blood. Only then did the young Chunyu understand what the young master's sentence "Don't hurt him" meant. What you say to yourself is what this person says, don’t hurt yourself!
He had been studying day and night for many years, thinking that one day he would be able to avenge his father's disgrace, but unexpectedly, he was unable to defeat even a single move of this purple-collared old man. He tried to get up, but could no longer muster the slightest strength. The young man Chunyu sat slumped at the foot of the wall. There is no sparkle in his eyes anymore.
When my heart felt like death, I heard the young master in the courtyard speak: "You said that your father fought on the battlefield for me, but I did not show up after his death, so that you, Chunyu, suffered all the humiliation of a villain... I Everyone admits it!"
The young master opened his mouth, and the young man Chunyu raised his eyes in surprise. He originally thought that he was still a prince, but he never thought that he had already reached the rank of ninety-five.
"You have lost a loved one, and I have also lost..." The young master said, and he had already lifted a corner of his clothes, revealing the bright yellow silk under his clothes.
Before the young Chunyu could react, the young master covered his head with plain clothes and continued to speak: "You have lost your parents, good clothes, good food and good life.
Life has even lost its dignity..."
At this point, the young master changed his subject and showed his authority as a superior: "I can help you get these back and restore the reputation of your Chunyu family... I wonder what you want?"
Young Chunyu suddenly experienced a big change, and under the Young Master's repeated words, he lost his mind for a moment. He just stared at the bright yellow looming under the Young Master's clothes. He raised his head blankly and looked at the purple-collared Taoist with a straight beard beside him. , his eyes flickered for a moment, he gritted his teeth and stood up against the wall.
Quickly walking in front of the young master, Chunyu knelt down with a bang. He gritted his teeth and said, "Chunyu is bold and wants to ask the Lord for permission."
Hearing the young man Chunyu call out the word "Your Majesty", a smile appeared on the young master's face and he said softly: "Say it!"
"My father gave me the name Yao, thinking that one day I would be like him and be able to shine on my family. But my father's shame and my mother's death... Chunyu has lost the face to use the name Yao again. Please give me a name from the Lord!" The young man Chunyu's eyes moved slightly, he looked at the looming bright yellow clothes, kowtowed and shouted. Read the book
Hearing this, the young master's face became even more appreciative. He pondered for a moment and then said in a deep voice: "You are bent on revenge and avenging your shame, so I have given you a second name."
"Thank you, Lord, for your kindness! Long live my emperor!" The young man Chunyu kowtowed again and thanked him. After receiving the decree of peace, he couldn't help but look back at his mother's room...
The young master saw everything in his eyes, turned his head slightly, and said softly: "Here comes someone."
When the sound came out, a small eunuch appeared from outside the courtyard gate, wearing plain silk, and came quickly.
"Passing my decree, I will grant Chunyu the title of Marquis of Mengwuyi...Chunyu's family will be Mrs. Wuyi..."
"From today onwards, you will practice martial arts with the national master. I promise you that if you can take off the golden helmet in the future, it will be the day for you to avenge your father's shame..."
Chun Yufu seemed to be looking back at that time again across the barrier. When the sadness deep in his heart was aroused again, he felt that the invisible barrier in front of him suddenly showed cracks. Not only that, even behind the barrier, the scene of the past was also there. It seems that it is getting blurry as the cracks get bigger.
When I wanted to take the opportunity to look at my mother's face again, I was pulled by the huge suction force behind me, as if I was falling into an abyss...
Raising his head abruptly, Chun Yufu regained consciousness for a moment and checked to see if there was someone beside him. In the moment he raised his head, he had already raised his palm and slapped the person beside him in the face and walked away.
The people beside him seemed to have noticed the wind coming from Chunyu Fu's palm, and when they got out of the way, they called out: "General Chunyu, it's me, Yi De!"
Hearing this, Chunyu quickly removed his palm and looked carefully. He looked at the masked man with a wary face for a long time before he said, "It was Brother Yi who helped me get out of trouble. Please don't take offense, Brother Yi!"
"The general has deep inner strength and has reached the realm of knowledge. There is no need to worry, but what should they do?" The masked man hurriedly cupped his hands and clasped his fists, then changed the topic and pointed to the forest.
Chunyu Fu secretly screamed in his heart and looked in the direction of the fingers covering his face. He saw that the mountain fog in the forest had turned into black mist, and colorful colors were faintly emerging in the mountain fog. He could only vaguely see that all his soldiers had fallen to the ground.
