Without that chance encounter in the nameless town of Shu Road, the history of the Great Wilderness would not necessarily have had one more famous assassin king, but there would have definitely been one less famous general who conquered the world. But sometimes, fate is so magical. Only this time, the scales of fate seemed to be tilted towards Dahuang.
Some scholars in later generations even laughed and said when talking about this encounter, just because they looked at you one more time in the crowd, the two of them have been dependent on each other for life and death ever since.
Even under Si Wulu's extremely dazzling light, no one would deny the greatness of "Cold-faced Shura" Long Wusheng.
Those powerful opponents in the past also praised him so much. At any time, Long Wusheng was a presence that no one dared to ignore, because he always made Si Wulu so reassured.
Even the historians of later generations, who least like to see Long Wusheng, can only give the harshest comment: He is just the wind under the wings of the "Imperial Military God" Si Wulu, who helps Si Wulu rise for nine days The wind above is just a man who helped Si Wu Lu move the world.
"Thank you for saving me." Long Wusheng in the iron cage bowed and thanked him.
"You're welcome, it's just a whim." Si Wulu said with a smile, and then split the iron cage with a knife.
"Anyway, I still have to thank you!" Long Wusheng, who had regained his freedom, shrugged, thought for a while, stretched out his hand and said, "My name is Long Wusheng."
The young man holding the demon sword held it and said with a smile, "My name is Si Wu Lu."
The two young men held hands together.
Si Wulu looked at Long Wusheng who was smiling indifferently, and looked at those eyes that were as still as water from beginning to end, with ice-cold eyes that were reflected in his heart, and for an instant he seemed to be seeing his own shadow.
Then, Si Wulu blurted out: "In this world, it is no longer popular to fight alone. Now we are talking about strength in numbers. In this era, fighting in groups is the way to go."
"If you are willing, from now on, Si Wulu will have a brother like you in his life." Si Wulu looked serious.
"Brother?" A look of pain flashed in Long Wusheng's eyes, and he couldn't help but recall that night in the ruined temple in the barren hills of the imperial capital.
"Well, brother, the kind that will last a lifetime, the kind that will accompany you through life and death."
Long Wusheng was startled and looked into Si Wulu's eyes. But he saw that Si Wulu's eyes were as black as ink, far darker than ordinary people's, like endless black holes, breathtaking. After thinking about it, he said, "I owe you my life. If you don't change, I won't change."
Si Wulu looked up at the white clouds in the sky and murmured to himself: "If you don't change, I will not change."
Long Wusheng looked at Si Wulu who was talking to himself, chuckled and said, "You look like a demon who tempts people to commit crimes."
"In this world, if kindness cannot redeem this sunken world, then why not become a devil." Si Wulu said, looking at Long Wusheng intently.
Long Wusheng was silent for a while, then took the conversation and said, "In this cruel world, if I can only survive by throwing myself into the arms of the devil, then I can only dance with the devil."
Some people look at each other for thousands of years and share life and death from then on.
At this time, a figure flashed in Long Wusheng's mind, and then he said seriously to Si Wulu: "I promised a person that no matter what method he uses, no matter what kind of person he becomes, he must be famous all over the world and be strong enough. Ring through the heavens. If one day in the future you let me break this promise, just commit suicide."
But Si Wulu laughed boldly: "Then let us subvert this world together."
At this time, the little fish came slowly from a distance holding the black ball, like a fluttering butterfly.
On this day, the future imperial military god Si Wu Lu, the ten evil "cold-faced Shura" Long Wusheng in troubled times, and the girl Xiao Yu'er whose name has never appeared in the history books of later generations, three people, under the sun and in the breeze , got together for the first time.
The fate of the wilderness has quietly opened a new chapter, and the legend will begin from this valley that the world has never heard of.
However, later on, the midsummer evening wind never blew past their ears again, and all their regrets were left in Yunchuan Longze that year, a place that made Si Wu Lu extremely desperate.
I still remember that they met in the sunny midsummer, accompanied by the fruitful golden autumn, and met in the fragrant New Year, but they failed to laugh in the cold winter when they kept each other warm.
Many years later, when Si Wulu had become famous and had reached the top, he was sitting on a high throne and recalled the scene in the valley in the past, but the original people and scenery were no longer around him. Even the original memory has become blurry.
The first encounter between Wu Lu, the leader of the Ten Evils, and Long Wusheng, the "cold-faced Shura", was not as late as recorded in the history books, and the two talked all night long. The real history is that after the two of them teamed up to collect all the wealth of the Dogma Legion team, they embarked on their own journeys.
When they were young at that time, they never even thought that one day they would conquer the world together.
In fact, Si Wulu just cast his fishing net widely, with the idea of multiple friends and multiple paths. Only later, when the two of them met again, did Si Wulu remember this former brother.
After obtaining the war horses from the Kelda Army, Si Wulu and Xiao Yu'er returned much faster. In just half a month, they were almost out of the wild Western Region.
On this day, the two of them were running through the trails in the mountains and forests.
"I planted this mountain, and I drove this road. If you want to pass by from now on, leave money to buy the road!" A sudden shout came, and then I was surprised to see a dozen people jumping out of the woods on the roadside, joining Si Wulu and Xiao Yu'er and the two were surrounded.
They saw a group of burly men with their faces covered in black cloth and holding sharp swords surrounding them with murderous intent.
"This is a group of real bandits, the kind that have seen blood." Si Wulu could feel the smell of blood.
Hearing such cliche words, the little fish sitting on the horse suddenly burst into laughter. Although he was facing a group of vicious bandits, Xiao Yu'er was not afraid at all at this moment. Probably because Si Wulu was by his side, he was not afraid of anything.
"Boss, look!" One of the bandits tugged on the leader's clothes, pointed at Xiao Yu'er, and whispered.
As a result, there was no response from the boss for a long time. When the robber turned around, he found that his boss was staring at Xiao Yu'er, his eyes bloodshot, like a bull in heat.
"The women stay, the men get out of here right now!" The leader gasped and shouted loudly.
Xiao Yu'er blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at Si Wulu with an innocent face: "It's okay for the woman to stay, but you have to ask him if he agrees? After all, the slave family is already a member of the family. His concubine."
Si Wulu almost fell off his horse when he heard this. This little goblin made Si Wulu dumbfounded.
Suddenly, an unparalleled pressure came from a distance and enveloped the entire audience instantly.
"General!" Si Wulu's eyes narrowed slightly. Although he didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend, but if he wanted to touch Xiao Yu'er, he had to ask for his demon sword first.
Immediately afterwards, an evil figure walked slowly from a distance, accompanied by a burst of strange singing:
I love you standing alone in the dark alley, I love your inexpensive look, I love your stubbornness that refuses to lower the price, I love you that refuses to lose one or two, I love the way you kneel on the bedside, I refuse to cry, fight? Fight! Who says the person standing at the head of the bed is not a hero. . . .
"This singing is really ugly." Si Wulu suddenly felt as if he was throwing a brick at the other party.
Originally, Si Wulu thought that he was tone-deaf and his singing was extremely difficult to listen to. Now that he heard it, he realized that every mountain in this world was actually higher than the next. The key is that the man was singing with gusto by himself, without any self-awareness at all.
"Bah! Obscene!" Xiao Yu'er next to her blushed. She was the eldest lady of an aristocratic family. She usually only played tricks on Si Wulu, but she had never heard such a despicable song.
The next moment, the man had arrived in front of everyone. This is a young man about the same age as Si Wulu. He is dressed very ordinary, but his appearance is very handsome, even a little too beautiful. Especially those pair of peach blossom eyes, which were affectionate and eye-catching, making it difficult for Si Wulu to distinguish between male and female for a while.
He was such a handsome young man, but it was a pity that the butcher's knife tied around his waist, which was shaped like a butcher's knife in the market, and the unpleasant singing completely destroyed all his good temperament.
"Are you the Thirteen Thieves of Jiangbei?" the visitor asked, his eyes stern.
"Who are you?" the bandit leader asked with the same fierce expression.
"Knife holder Yang Xiaochun." The young man pulled out the butcher's knife from his waist.
The robbers were shocked. The name Yang Xiaochun had become famous in recent times, and many long-established criminal robbers and fugitives fell into his hands.
Just when the bandit leader was about to say something serious, he saw the butcher's knife in the young man's hand raised, and he was shocked to see his shadow, like a ghost, walking among the thirteen thieves in Jiangbei.
One knife, another knife, another knife! The air suddenly lit up with a flash of white, that dazzling white. As that streak of white kept flying and flashing in the air. The next moment, countless reds appeared in Xiao Yu'er's eyes, endless reds, reds flying everywhere, red everywhere.
"What a fast sword! Not bad for a strong man!" Si Wulu secretly exclaimed.
As a piece of white cloth covered the head that fell to the ground, the young man took out another piece of white cloth from his arms, wiped the blood on the knife clean, and then inserted it back into his waist.
"Is my song good?" The young man suddenly looked at Si Wulu and asked.
Si Wulu was stunned, and then said truthfully: "It's hard to hear the truth."
After hearing this, the young man stared at Si Wulu for a while, then laughed regardless of the image, and then used his five fingers to form claws to suck the leader's head on the ground into his hand, and walked away.
"Give me a glass of aphrodisiac water and keep me from sagging all night..." The strange voice of the young man came from far away in the wind.
"He is really a maverick." Si Wulu smiled helplessly.
The two of them walked on this mountain trail for a few more days, and finally walked out of the wild Western Region. The mountains in the Western Region are sparsely populated, and apart from the group of bandits and young men they met yesterday, not a single person was seen along the way. If Xiao Yu'er hadn't been by his side, Si Wu Lu would have felt like he would have been driven crazy in the long run.
At noon that day, after driving for a long time, the two finally saw a small town. When they saw the small shop on the roadside, the two of them entered without hesitation.
After a while, Xiao Yu'er was seen holding his cheeks with his hands and looking at Si Wulu contentedly. Si Wulu thought there was some rice left on his face, so he quickly wiped his face, causing Xiao Yu'er to chuckle.
"Brother, can I sit here?" A gentle voice sounded from the seat next to me.
Si Wu Lu instinctively looked up. In front of him was a smiling, handsome face. It was Yang Xiaochun, the man who claimed to be the sword holder a few days ago.
"Okay! You're welcome." The original guest on the seat swallowed the food in his mouth and replied.
But the guest's answer was obviously redundant, because Yang Xiaochun had already sat down before the guest could reply.
"Brother from the store, is there any love worth a tael around here?" Yang Xiaochun suddenly asked the store boy who was walking by carrying dishes.
Si Wulu couldn't help but smile bitterly: "This guy is really a wonderful person."
The little fish opposite wrinkled his cute nose.
"Friend, love is beautiful and priceless. How can it be measured by money? And it's only one tael of silver. You think love is too cheap." A young man in gorgeous clothes stood up in the seat next to him. Get up and say seriously.
However, the store boy was well-informed and reacted instantly, and then replied with a chuckle: "Guest, this store is just a restaurant, and it does serious business. It does not do skin care business, and there are no channels for this."
As soon as these words came out, it immediately caused a commotion in the store. Many of the girls who reacted immediately blushed.
"Bah! You're a bastard!"
"Alas! Such a beautiful skin was lost in vain."
Many girls in the store secretly gave up, but more women looked sideways at Yang Xiaochun and made secret glances.
"You, you, you, you are shameless!" The young man who stood up just now reacted, his face flushed, and he pointed at Yang Xiaochun and said loudly, but he couldn't say the next words anyway.
"Then tell me, why am I so shameless?" Yang Xiaochun asked with a smile.
"The girl and I fell in love at first sight, cherished each other, hated each other when we met, then couldn't control our love, and finally had a passionate relationship. After a night of tenderness, we were inseparable, but I am a good man with ambitions in all directions, how can I be fettered by love. So, out of guilt for the girl, I gave her half of my property and one tael of silver. I hope this gold coin can improve her life in the future. Where am I shameless?" Yang Xiaochun raised his wine glass and pointed it towards the girl. The young man in fine clothes asked.
Opposite Si Wulu was shocked. It was the first time he saw someone talk about soliciting prostitutes in such a fresh and refined way.
"You, you, you." The man in the rich uniform had obviously never encountered such a shameless person. He stood there pointing at Yang Xiaochun for a long time and was completely speechless.
"Oh, it's an insult to elegance, it's an insult to elegance!" Finally, he sighed and sat down.
But Yang Xiaochun didn't care about other people's eyes at all. Instead, he was drinking by himself, looking like everyone else was drunk and I was sober.
"Brother, what a coincidence, I meet you again." Yang Xiaochun suddenly turned around and greeted Si Wulu.
"Yes, what a coincidence." Si Wulu responded in the same friendly manner. As the saying goes, there are many friends and many paths. Si Wu Lu still understands this truth.
However, as Xiaoyuer wrinkled his nose unhappily, Si Wulu decisively ended the conversation.
As the saying goes, women are like clothes and brothers are like siblings, Si Wu Lu can still tell the difference. What's more, at this time, the friendship between Yang Xiaochun and Si Wulu was far from that of brothers, and they were far from becoming the famous "bloody-handed massacre" later on.
Without your limbs, people will look at you with pity at most. Without clothes, everyone will think you are a pervert. We often see disabled people with no arms or legs on the street, but few people have the opportunity to see people naked.
After entering the Central Territory, there was already an official road leading directly to the imperial capital. Si Wulu and Xiao Yu'er no longer had to wander around in the mountains and forests.
After more than half a year, Si Wulu and Xiao Yu'er finally returned to the imperial capital. Looking at his hometown so close, Xiao Yu'er couldn't help but chant.
There are willow trees beside the wall, and there are countless buildings inside the wall.
The golden tiles are stacked with red eaves, competing for glory and swallowing up the world.
Recalling the past, all nations came to court.
Eat fine wine, drink from fairy springs, and play music every night.
The imperial capital still exists today, and all the arrogant people are in ruins.
For three hundred years, this country has suffered frequently.
A golden beast, a bronze bird, still in the wind and rain.
"Xiao Yu'er, let's go to the city. I'm afraid my uncle and aunt have been anxious in the past six months," Si Wulu next to him said comfortingly.
"Okay." Xiao Yu'er wiped his red eyes.
After a while, Xiao Yu'er flashed his big innocent eyes and smiled slightly: "Si Wu Lu, the two of us suddenly fainted while walking on the street, and when we woke up we found that we were thousands of miles away. Remember. Don’t make a mistake then.”
Si Wulu saw it in his eyes, as if there was only a smile left in the world at that moment, and his heart skipped a beat.
"It's natural."
After all, the tomb of God Wu Zu was of great importance, and after discussion, the two of them unanimously decided to hide it.
Xiao Yu'er grabbed Si Wulu's arm and shook it: "Si Wulu, what are your plans next?"
"Go back to the Imperial Military Academy and then participate in the martial arts competition." Si Wulu tried his best to look elsewhere.
"Huh? You're not going to hide it anymore?"
"All the peerless strong men in the world have come out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Besides, I can be considered to have a certain ability to protect myself now." Si Wulu turned around and said confidently.
"Si Wu Lu, we are in trouble." Xiao Yu'er suddenly looked sad.
"Trouble? What trouble? The last thing I fear is trouble."
"Really?" Xiao Yu'er looked at Si Wulu with a half-smile.
"So are you ready to take the make-up exam?"
"Make up the exam?" Si Wulu suddenly felt bad.
After being absent from classes for more than half a year, according to the normal regulations of the Imperial Military Academy, this make-up exam is absolutely necessary. Thinking of this, Si Wu Lu was as listless as a dead cock.
The imperial capital Baifu,
Zhao Ling'er held the rice bowl in her hands blankly, motionless, staring blankly into the distance, not knowing where her thoughts were wandering.
"Madam." The maid next to her whispered worriedly.
"Ling'er, the food is getting cold. Eat your food first, otherwise, I'm afraid your body won't be able to bear it before Xiao Yu'er comes back. Be obedient!" Bai Yunfei next to him took the bowl from Zhao Ling'er's hand and said softly Di picked up a small piece of vegetables with chopsticks and brought it to Zhao Ling'er's mouth.
"Yunfei, do you think our girl will come back?" Zhao Ling'er murmured.
Bai Yunfei suddenly smiled: "Of course, our girl will be blessed and live a long life. She will naturally go home intact in a few days."
"real?"
Bai Yunfei nodded: "We have known each other for so long, when did your husband lie to you? Come, let's eat first."
After feeding Zhao Ling'er, Bai Yunfei's eyes turned slightly red when he turned around and handed the bowl and chopsticks to the maid. Obviously, the third young master of the Bai Mansion was far less calm than he appeared on the surface.
The little princess of the Bai family has been missing for more than half a year, and everyone has already acquiesced in the fact that the little princess of the Bai family is dead.
As early as the news of the disappearance of Xiao Yu'er and Si Wulu came from the Imperial Military Academy, the Bai Mansion used all its connections to find them. Bai Yunfei even used his own connections in the military.
Not only the White House, but also the other biggest victim of this disappearance case, the Imperial Military Academy has had frequent accidents in the past year, geniuses have died one after another, and its reputation has plummeted. The situation has just been stabilized, but now there is another accident, and they are trying their best to find the two of them.
It's a pity that despite everyone searching day and night, using all kinds of miraculous powers and strange methods, the two people seemed to have disappeared from the world. More than half a year has passed, and there is still no news.
"Third Young Master, Third Young Madam. The young lady and Young Master Si Wulu are back." A rapid voice woke up everyone under the sycamore tree, and also disturbed the ripples in the quiet pool in the courtyard.
