Looking out of the river, Chang Siguo unexpectedly discovered that there was heavy snowfall outside, a cold wind was blowing, and the sky and the earth were covered in white.
Could it be that many days had passed while he was in the dark hanging cave?
After being stunned for a moment, he dived out of the water, grabbed hold of the cracks in the cliffs on the shore, and easily climbed to the shore using his hands and feet. After a little exercise, the water vapor evaporated, and in a moment he dried all the water droplets on his body. .
Facing the mountain wind, there was no trace of snow under my feet, and my figure fluttered far away quickly.
During the nearly hour-long journey, there were no cultivators to intercept them as expected, nor were there any men in black to ambush and kill them. There was only heavy snow falling all over the place, as if it was going to fall forever, with the snow reaching to the knees.
I was wary of Chang Si Guo's journey, and was a little surprised, this is not true.
He was ready to fight at any time, so why didn't he come? His stern expression was wasted.
My feet seemed slow but were actually fast, walking towards the hazy blue-gray city wall shadow in the heavy snow.
Not long after, I stopped outside the moat where the suspension bridge was retracted and looked up at the South City Gate. The cold snowflakes fell on my face with the wind, and were instantly evaporated by the hot breath, leaving no trace.
A loud shout came from the gatehouse at the top of the city, "If anyone is spying on me below the city, tell me immediately."
In such heavy snow and bad weather, even if it is not a war, the drawbridge at the city gate will be retracted to prevent enemy sneak attacks.
Chang Siguo heard the sound of a crossbow being twisted and raised his voice, "Cultivators in the north of Sihuang City, Chang Siguo, the mission has been completed and I request to return to the city."
There was a noise in the gatehouse, and someone could be heard shouting, "Put it away, put it away soon."
A figure in robes leaned out of the arrow stack, looked down for a moment, and confirmed the identity of the cultivator who was wearing a ragged black robe and a black bow in the heavy snowstorm, and shouted loudly, "Brother Chang, please wait a moment. Lower the suspension bridge immediately and open the door, wait a moment."
Chang Siguo failed to recognize the other person. Seeing that he was a cultivator, he politely said, "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard, it's not hard, it's a great honor, haha."
The man seemed to have picked up a treasure, and he smiled so much that Chang Siguo in the city was baffled.
Then I heard a shout of "Qi Le" from the top of the city, and the passionate horn, followed by a long and melodious "beep" sound, resounded throughout the wind and snow.
Chang Siguo felt as if electricity was flowing all over his body. With such a festive and cheerful rhythm, the music playing was clearly a welcome trumpet.
More than two months ago, the sound was played once at the top of Sihuang City to welcome reinforcements from afar to return to the city victoriously.
Hearing the sound of the string and knowing its elegant meaning, Chang thought about it and felt moved in his heart. He was completely relieved that Sihuang City treated him so politely. The two generals chose to confront the city lord and Yan Hong of Beifeng City for him.
All his worries and worries disappeared in the sound of the trumpet.
The sound of the horn alarmed the entire silent Sihuang City.
From the three city walls in the east, west, north and west, the horns of Xiang He came one after another.
The welcome song played more vigorously and boldly, heavy snow was flying in the sky, and the four deserted cities looked peaceful.
The high-erected suspension bridge was slowly lowered. Through the thick city wall, Chang Siguo could hear the sound of horses galloping in the city. He straightened his waist, raised his chin slightly, and let the few strands of hair on his forehead spread unruly. Float.
He was so desperate, risking his life in every battle. Listening to the joyful sound lingering in his ears at this moment seemed to be worth it.
The suspension bridge hit the snow hard from the last five feet, rolling up a cloud of snow powder.
Chang Siguo stood about ten feet away from the edge of the moat, motionless, looking at the dark doorway opposite, a ray of light burst out, and with a rumbling sound, the two giant doors slowly opened until they were fully opened. Two groups of soldiers held torches high. He ran into the doorway and stood solemnly on both sides.
There is a saying here, which is called Zhaoche Mendong to welcome guests home.
A group of people walked out of the city. The leader was Shan Liwen, the governor of the North City, followed by a few men in green shirts and men with bows on their backs.
Chang Siguo hurriedly removed his standing posture and walked towards the suspension bridge. The two sides met in the middle of the bridge.
"present"
Shan Liwen shouted loudly and punched his left chest with his right fist. The four people behind him beat their chests in unison, which was the most equal death ceremony in the march.
Chang Siguo hurriedly beat his chest in return. This was the first time he saw such a serious Boss Shan.
After the salute, Shan Liwen immediately changed his expression, with a smile in his eyes. He looked up and down at the soldier he had exchanged for a "high price" from the bandit army. The more he looked at it, the more proud he became. He couldn't close his mouth. He cupped his hands and said with a smile, "Welcome back, brother. , come in the middle, we will protect you and clear the way."
Chang Siguo said "uh" and shook his hands wildly, "I don't dare to take it seriously. Brother Shan, please don't hurt me."
Behind Shan Liwen were Song Mu and Yi Shangyan from Beicheng. They were all acquaintances. The four of them rushed forward and pressed Chang Siguo in the middle without any explanation. Shan Liwen smiled and explained in a low voice, "This is the rule, brothers. When you protect me, your face will be bright."
Not everyone can grab this job. Except for Yi Shangyan, the other three are supervisors in Beicheng.
Yi Shangyan secretly kicked the big black guy in the face and laughed in a low voice, "You are so powerful, please treat us to drinks later, at least ten times."
Song Mu kicked Yi Shangyan and shouted, "Don't make trouble, the general is in front."
Chang Si was so busy that he held up his hands and gestured to his brothers with a smile. It would be more comfortable to go back to the city, with familiar smells and familiar friends.
Shan Liwen arranged the queue in order and walked in front to clear the way, his face radiant.
Over the years, it seems that no cultivator in the Solid Realm has been able to get the welcome horn arranged by the General in advance. Such a great honor and the etiquette of welcoming heroes have brought honor to the entire North City. As the governor of the North City, he naturally has With Rong Yan, this will be a moment recorded in the history of Sihuang City.
The six people took square steps, Shan Liwen raised his sword to clear the way, and entered the city amidst increasingly high-spirited music.
On both sides, soldiers and generals were standing in the dark to welcome him.
In the heavy snow, everyone stood upright and solemnly motionless. Looking at the tattered robes, they saw a tall and strong figure who had returned from a battle and nearly died. There were always officers in the front row shouting "Courtesy"
Wherever they passed, they would beat their chests neatly, tapping out the passionate emotions that only the soldiers on the side could understand.
Chang Si was so busy that he beat his chest and returned the gift. Naturally, the four people behind him had to accompany him and return the gift.
He didn't walk very fast, and it took half a word to cover the short distance of thirty feet.
Approaching the front to greet the queue, Shan Liwen danced with a beautiful sword flower on his long sword, returned the sword to its sheath, ended the opening ceremony, raised his hands and saluted, "Report to General Fang, the cultivators in the north city of Sihuang City often think about their mistakes. After completing the mission and returning to the city, please reprimand me." After that, he stepped aside and exposed Chang Siguo, who seemed a little embarrassed.
Chang Siguo saw the smile on General Fang Jin's face and hurriedly stepped forward to salute, "My subordinate, Chang Siguo, pays my respects to the General."
"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back."
Fang Jin stepped forward and lifted Chang Siguo, who was bowing, and walked towards the main road in the city with his arms, saying, "Go and sit in Guanwu Hall, General Mo is waiting to see you, don't be nervous, we have always been tolerant and kind to our brothers. You have made a great contribution to the reputation of our Sihuang City frontier army this time."
Chang Siguo hurriedly said a few humble words, but could not shirk it, and walked forward side by side with the general.
The front scene was a temporary one. There were two teams of body refiners, two teams of cavalry, and ten teams of infantry. They stood in formation in an orderly manner in the heavy snow. They were escorted all the way to the Guanwu Hall. After the ceremony, they dispersed. The looping welcome song also dissipated in the snowy sky with its final notes.
The famous name that Beicheng had often thought about was now completely famous in Sihuang City, even the soldiers and cooks knew about it.
The legendary story about Chang Siguo, who joined the army at the age of thirteen and went from being a swordsman to a military soldier and then to a body refiner, was unearthed by interested people and adapted appropriately, and was circulated among the border troops.
The soldiers talked about it with great interest, and there was a craze for martial arts training in the army.
Shan Liwen accompanied Shan Liwen into the side hall of Guanwu Hall. Not only Mo Ce was waiting, but also Feng Qian and General Zhao Tuo from the Bandit Army were sitting around the coffee table drinking tea. They worked tirelessly to hear the welcome horn in the snowy weather. Sheng then entered the city from the east gate in advance.
Shan Liwen and Chang Siguo finished their greetings and sat down on one side, waiting for questions from several generals.
There are distinctions between cultivators in terms of status and level of cultivation, but there are not as many condescension and respect among ordinary generals.
Mo Ce greeted him for tea. He smiled casually and said, "You may not know that Yan Hong from Bei Maple City has been dismissed and returned to Beijing. One of the charges is that his morality is not worthy of his position and his ability is low. During non-war periods, it is also In a safe city, he can almost wipe out an entire team of expert defenders. He is very incompetent. How can he lead the army?"
There were also some things that he couldn't talk about in front of Chang Si. Mr. Yan's serious crime of colluding with Beirong traitors was manipulated by some people to make it a trivial matter. Of course, the price the Yan family paid for this was not small.
Several generals looked at the slightly reserved black man.
With the power of just one person, he was able to kill a whole body of cultivators of the same level, a feat that has never been accomplished before or since.
Of course, there were inevitably calls for severe punishment and massacre of fellow cultivators, but they dragged other border town generals to forcefully push back, and they are still fighting a lawsuit.
This is why Sihuang City plays a welcome song and welcomes Chang Siguo's return with a grand ceremony.
It is intended to warn those guys not to mess with the border heroes.
Chang Siguo was surprised and quickly asked Shan Liwen in a low voice, "Sir Shan, what day is today?"
Shan Liwen's face froze and he whispered, "The 28th of the twelfth lunar month."
Chang Siguo calculated silently that he stayed in the underwater cave for four days.
From this point of view, the generals won the battle with Yan Hong, which was really fast.
Little did he know that it was him who launched the Shanqing blow that completely ruined Yan Hong's future.
No need for the efforts of the border town generals. Other masters of the Three Tribulations Crystal Bone Realm who smelled the fishy smell trampled Yan Hong down in two or two days. No matter how powerful the Yan family was, they could not protect him.
Yan Hong has now become a joke among the top cultivators. ,,,
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