When the sun set and everyone had had enough wine and food, it was time to say goodbye. Liang Yunchuan generously called two carriages. He reluctantly said goodbye to Yan Zheng and others, "Brother Yan Zheng, if you change If you wish, you can come to the Xuejuan Army to find me, and my previous promise still stands."
Yan Zheng cupped his fists and saluted him, "Thank you Brother Liang for your love. I will definitely consider Brother Liang's suggestion seriously when I go back."
Liang Yunchuan smiled, but his feeling of loneliness could not be concealed under his smile. He got on the carriage and said goodbye to Yan Zheng and others again. Yan Zheng stood there and watched the carriage go away. He naturally understood what Liang Yunchuan was thinking. The competition among people is much more severe than that of ordinary people, let alone a big family like the Liang family that has been passed down for hundreds of years. There must be countless outstanding young people. How can it be difficult to stand out from them and become the future leader or even the head of the family? It’s difficult. Relying on your own strength is definitely not enough. Fulling your wings as soon as possible is the right way.
However, Yan Zheng also has his own considerations. For him, it is imperative to become a monk if he wants to conceal his immortality. However, being promoted to a monk is not only the way to embrace the children of aristocratic families, not to mention Liang Yunchuan. There is no way to provide him with powerful enough skills. He can continue to stay in the frontier army and accumulate military merits by performing tasks in exchange for the opportunity to become a monk, or after retiring from the army, return to the village to honor his parents and treat them well. A hundred years later, the old man will go to famous mountains and rivers to find a monastic sect, join one, and become a monk. Although it will take a lot of time, but for him now, the most indispensable thing is time. After all, he is not afraid of being late for a good meal. More haste less speed.
After seeing off Liang Yunchuan, Yan Zheng and others also embarked on their way home and got on the carriage returning to the Eighth Guards Station. He was in a good mood. This day was extremely fulfilling. Not only did he see the beautiful Qingguan Town, but he also made friends. His new friend, the little girl named Luqiong, really sings beautifully. If he saves money this month, he can order Luqiong to sing him a song next time when his military pay is paid.
Yan Zheng leaned lazily on the carriage, thinking that he would be busy with work again tomorrow. Little did he know that in the darkness of the street that he didn't notice, a person who almost merged with the shadow had already stared at him. He came from thousands of miles away just to look for Yan Zheng, but the Eighth Guardhouse was heavily guarded. If he went in directly, he would most likely be discovered. Not only would Yan Zheng not be found, but the people inside the guardhouse would also be disturbed. The monk was on high alert, so he chose to stay in Qingguan and wait for the rabbit. However, he didn't wait for three months. Just when he wanted to give up, Yan Zheng, the rabbit, suddenly appeared.
It was rare for him to receive such a difficult task from his family. After all, the person he was asked to track only had a name and did not even have a simple description of his appearance, let alone a portrait. However, as an experienced tracker, he took The method was effective, that is, following the carriage traveling between the Eighth Guard Station and Qingguan Town, and gradually filtering through the elimination method, so after hearing Yan Zheng personally admit that he was the survivor of the fifty-seventh exploration operation At this time, the joy in his heart was beyond words.
Finally worthy of the three months of waiting, this mission can be completed successfully. The family has urged him several times before, so he must hurry up. If it continues, he doesn’t know who the family will send. Then simple problems will be solved. Complicated, the man walked silently into the depths of the street, completely disappearing into the dark shadows like mist.
The night was as cold as water, the moon was obscured by clouds and mist, and only shimmered out. The entire Eighth Guardhouse was shrouded in pitch-black night.
It was past the time to turn off the lights. Apart from the bright firelight beside the camp gate guard, only the weak light was still on in the kitchen deep in the canteen. Yan Zheng was sharpening his kitchen knife. He was here to have fun with the veterans today. He completely forgot about the work that was supposed to be done by himself. There were many dinner parties during the festival, and the kitchen knife had a lot of chips after being used in just one day. Yan Zheng had no choice but to stay up late and sharpen it, otherwise he would have to be blamed by Lao Lu again tomorrow.
The night was already dark, and the lights were like beans. Yan Zheng moved quickly, and the blades of several kitchen knives had been sharpened as before. The blades shone coldly in the weak light. He brought a bucket of water and began to clean the remaining sharpening marks on the blades. Stone chips, this is the last step, after drying you can rest.
For no apparent reason, Yan Zheng felt a palpitation in his heart, and an inexplicable chill began to spread throughout his body. It felt like he was gradually sinking into an icy lake. This was not because the temperature had changed, but was a sign of danger. , Yan Zheng wanted to find the source of this chill, but there was no obvious abnormality around him. The space outside the kitchen was dark, and the entire canteen was so silent that it seemed like you could hear a pin drop.
No, there must be something wrong. Yan Zheng subconsciously picked up the kitchen knife and stared nervously at the thick darkness outside. The only thing that could provide him with illumination was the oil lamp behind him, but that weak light could not dispel the boundless darkness. It can only bring some psychological comfort to Yan Zheng.
He tried to take a step out, but as soon as he took this step, he regretted it. The thick darkness around him seemed to sense the presence of Yan Zheng, and it began to stir together at this time, as if something was about to break through the darkness. When he came out, Yan Zheng's breathing became rapid, his muscles gradually tightened, and veins popped out in the hand holding the kitchen knife, preparing for the enemy that might attack from the darkness at any time.
Suddenly, several dark wolf shadows tore through the darkness and rushed out. These wolves had four red eyes, and the hair on their backs were like sharp spikes. They opened their mouths full of fangs and let out chilling sounds. Howling loudly, he rushed towards Yan Zheng,
Yan Zheng suddenly jumped up and slashed at the wolf shadow with the gleaming kitchen knife in his hand. The blade of the kitchen knife easily cut into the wolf shadow's neck and chopped off the wolf's head directly. He nimbly dodged the other one. The wolf shadow pounced, and the kitchen knife in its hand drew a perfect arc, cutting off the head of another wolf. The third wolf shadow could not stop Yan Zheng's active attack, and was cut into two before it could even wail. .
After repelling the wolf shadow, Yan Zheng was still prepared. He stared at the wolf shadow not far away and the remains of the three wolf shadows he had just killed. The feeling of the kitchen knife cutting into the wolf shadow just now was very strange, like cutting into As if they were something that did not exist, these wolf shadows did not actually exist, but were some kind of creation constructed with magic power. As Yan Zheng guessed, the remains of the wolf shadows were gradually swallowed up by the boundless darkness, and then emerged from the darkness. Three new wolf shadows walked out.
"Which monk is here? Can you show up to see him?!" Yan Zheng picked up another kitchen knife from the bucket, held the knife in both hands and shouted sharply into the darkness.
The only response from the boundless darkness was a disdainful sneer. Under the control of the monk, the dark wolf shadow rushed towards Yan Zheng again. Yan Zheng raised the two swords in his hands and nimbly avoided the attacks of the first few wolf shadows. He used a kitchen knife to chop off their wolf heads, but the wolf shadow behind him bit the kitchen knife in his hand, leaving several holes in it. Yan Zheng had no choice but to discard the kitchen knife and fight off the wolf shadow with his fists, but the wolf that rushed out of the darkness The wolf shadows were almost endless, almost drowning Yan Zheng, and the wolf shadows that he had previously killed also resurrected, biting Yan Zheng's arm and binding him tightly.
The current situation is somewhat beyond Yan Zheng's control. He knows too few skills and can't even tell who the opponent is from these wolf shadows. This is the eighth guard station, but there are two Qingxu commanders in charge. As long as a monk enters, he will be discovered immediately. Then this monk is either stronger than Qingxu, or he has mastered some kind of technique that can hide his traces. Judging from the timing of his action, it is obvious that it should be the latter.
Supervisory censor? Impossible. They were powerful. If they wanted to harm him, they could easily get rid of him during the interrogation. The people sent by Liang Yunchuan? Obviously it was even more impossible, because he didn't want to show off when he was trying to win over him during the meal, and he was forthright and upright. It seemed that there was no need to secretly send someone to kill a cook like him. Suddenly, Yan Zheng thought about it. The days had allowed him to put this matter behind him, and now at this critical moment, he finally recalled that he had always had a potential enemy, and that was the Luo family who also knew about the red gauze bodhi!
As the only survivor of the fifty-seventh exploration operation, Yan Zheng will definitely be targeted by the supervisory censor. Similarly, he is also the only survivor of the Luo family's secret operation, so the Luo family will also be targeted by him. , but compared to the supervisory censor, the Luo family will not move as fast. Although their family's power is also entrenched near the Northeast Province, as an upstart who has risen in recent years, its foundation is relatively weak, and its control over the border army and history The Liang family, which has a long history, cannot be compared at all. Naturally, there is no way to use people from the border army to investigate, so they can only send monks to follow up and investigate.
Thinking of the Luo family, Yan Zheng seemed to remember something. He had seen similar methods to this, and that was Luo Tianchen who led them on a secret mission! As the future young head of the Luo family, he was naturally taught this ancestral method, but now Yan Zheng could only remember that the technique Luo Tianchen practiced was called the Demonic Shadow Heart-Eating Curse, and he knew no other information.
"You still choose to fight to the death when facing an enemy with no chance of winning. Should I praise your courage or laugh at your stupidity?"
A figure that almost merged with the shadow appeared from the boundless darkness. He seemed to be wearing some kind of refined cloak, which not only perfectly allowed him to disappear into the darkness, but also covered his aura, even if there was The monk used his spiritual consciousness to scan this side, but he would never be able to find his presence.
Yan Zheng did not answer the black shadow's mocking question, because the sharp teeth of the wolf shadow biting him were about to pierce his skin, and he had to tighten his muscles at all times to hinder the advancement of the sharp teeth.
"You don't seem to have a sense of humor."
The black shadow approached Yan Zheng, and a trace of breath emerged from the cloak, making Yan Zheng feel a chill, as if a cold and greasy tentacle was slowly sliding across his back.
The black shadow stretched out his hand and grabbed Yan Zheng's throat. He had no doubt that the cold hands would break his neck with just a little force.
"I have a few questions for you."
