"Old man, you are going to die, you are going to die!" Upa collapsed on the sand, the anger on his face spreading, making him look more like a madman.
Not far away, a middle-aged man looked like a poisonous wolf, licking his tongue and not getting closer. He looked forward with interest, waiting for Zhuge Fan to die from the poison.
The bloody robe fluttered, and Zhuge Fan raised his head. Like many old people, he prefers to live a peaceful life after getting old. In the past few years in Chengdu, I have children and grandchildren. It's all very impressive. The big boy Xu Mu, a once-in-a-century hero, has conquered half of the Central Plains. My good grandson Xu Qiao, although still young, already has the air of a young master.
There are no regrets in life.
As for Upa in front of him, he is just a lost evil son of a wild wolf. If there is any evil obstacle, it will be offset in the next life.
"Die!"
Upa blushed and used all his strength to shoot the last few poison-quenching flying knives towards Zhuge Fan.
clang clang.
Two were knocked down and two more were shot into the body.
Zhuge Fan began to cough up blood. But the eyes on his face were still extremely sharp.
Evil wolves kill people and like to take advantage of others' danger.
In my ears, the wind and sand whistled. Above the head, a black hawk kept hissing.
Holding the sword in his side hand, Zhuge Fan raised his sunken eyes.
Huh, huh.
The footsteps behind him came quickly like a nightmare.
"Old man, you are dead!" Upa shouted wildly.
"Ah——"
"The old dog is back in the cage!" Zhuge Fan roared with his beard and hair spread out, and pushed the scabbard of his left hand forward.
Qiang——
The middle-aged man looked pale and looked at his long sword, piercing the opponent's scabbard.
"Ball a thousand mountains!"
Sweeping the sword with his side hand, Zhuge Fan glared and slashed the sword angrily. A huge blood mark was immediately cut on the middle-aged man's chest.
"Monkey stick!"
With the sword half withdrawn, Zhuge Fan calmly continued to stab forward. The sword blade penetrated the middle-aged man's face and came out from the back of his head, and blood spurted out.
Bang.
The middle-aged man's trembling body fell backwards and fell to the ground, his eyes bulging and he died in a pool of blood.
"Ahem, cough, cough, my fox sword..." Zhuge Fan knelt on his knees, his eyes gradually losing color.
"You old man...damn it, damn it, you killed the teacher!" Upa burst into tears. Until now, he didn't understand what kind of puzzle he had been trapped in.
Zhuge Fan sighed. Holding a poison dart, he looked up at the sky.
In the first half of his life, he lived a very happy life. Just as he had always boasted to his elder brother, Zhuge Fan, the young man with a beautiful face, dressed in white and carrying a sword, had left a great name in the Central Plains, the Western Regions, and the South China Sea.
But in the second half of his life, he found that being alone was not happy. He wanted to do something bigger, to join the ranks of heroes, rob the rich and give to the poor, kill corrupt officials, and get rid of the evil gentry.
"My son, Xu Mu, has come to mourn——"
Zhuge Fan vomited out a mouthful of blood, and threw the poison dart forward with his last breath of strength.
Upa, who was still crawling on the sand to escape, let out a "burp", followed by a pause, and his whole body fell limp on the sand.
Zhuge Fan slowly closed his eyes, hugged the long sword that had been with him for half his life, and sat on the ground, never moving again.
…
Tap tap tap.
Three days later, a large group of patrols rushed here.
Xu Mu's eyes were red, and he jumped off the horse. Before he could walk a few steps, he looked at the figure that was already covered with dust, and suddenly felt sad.
"The rebel army is huge. Although there is help from the Cone Dog Country, it will take a lot of effort to stop them. Therefore, no patrol battalions were sent out in places farther away." Zhao Dun sounded self-reproached.
"If there is no mistake, the young barbarian who died on the ground is the Son of God of the Western Region. As for the other one who was killed by Senior Zhuge, there is no definite information yet."
Xu Mu approached Zhuge Fan's body with trembling steps. With difficulty, he raised his hand and helped to pat down the dust one by one.
From the grace of three forms, to following all the way. Deep down in his heart, he already felt like father and son with Zhuge Fan.
"My old Zhuge!" Si Hu, who was behind, also rushed over. After being stunned for a moment, his eyes started to turn red and he ran over crying.
"Brother Mu, I will no longer compete with Old Zhuge for food. I will give in to him."
Xu Mu's nose felt sore. Along the way, countless people slowly left his side. He just didn't understand why Old Zhuge insisted on entering the Western Regions and killing the Son of God. Who is the middle-aged man who died on the side?
"Brother Mu, there is a letter under Old Zhuge's butt." Si Hu, who was crying, suddenly spoke in a startled voice.
Xu Mu was shocked. When Si Hu picked up the body, he saw a letter in a bamboo tube, quietly buried in the yellow sand.
"He has been sitting here and refused to lie down. He just pressed this letter and wanted to give it to Brother Mu. Hey, my Uncle Zhuge."
Xu Mu sighed, took out the letter from the bamboo tube, and read it in the sandy wind.
As he watched, his expression became extremely frightened.
"Brother Mu, what's wrong?"
"fine."
Xu Mu frowned, stood up, and walked towards the body on the other side. After three days, the body that died on the ground was almost half covered by the wind and sand.
Clang.
Xu Mu pulled out the old man's sword and cut the corpse's throat with a cold expression. A person who swallows charcoal becomes a mute slave and cannot speak. His throat should be dry and shriveled. Just like the mute slave Ah Qi back then.
"Yanyong, bring me the water bag."
After taking the water bag and rinsing the cut throat several times, Xu Mu froze his eyes and looked down seriously. After a long time, he withdrew his gaze.
"Lord, what's going on?"
"Confirm one thing." Xu Mu washed the dirt on his hands, stood up, walked to Zhuge Fan's body, knelt on the ground, and worshiped three times with a trembling body.
"Zhao Dun, bury the body of Senior Zhuge generously... In addition, bury the body of the Son of God next to him. Remember, the body of the Son of God does not need to be engraved with a monument. The Son of God did not know his identity even until he died... "
"Under the underworld, someone will teach him well this time."
"Lord, where is the body of the middle-aged swordsman?"
Xu Mu's face was filled with anger, "Chop it into pieces and throw it into the sand valley to feed the wolves."
The wind was howling, and Xu Mu stood alone on the yellow sand.
"My lord, please forgive me and obey."
Xu Mu didn't answer. He drew out his long sword, took advantage of the sand wind, and started practicing. In this life, he was not very good at martial arts. Even those three sword moves cannot be put on any stage.
"Commander Zhao, what's wrong, my lord?"
Zhao Dun was silent for a moment and shook his head, "I don't know either, but I guess that the lord has something on his mind. General Yanyong, please inform the guard camp to patrol the area carefully."
"I think so too."
The patrols scattered in all directions, their iron hooves sending up bursts of sand and smoke. In the sand and smoke, a figure wielding a sword was practicing his sword moves staggeringly for a long time.
"Dial Qianshan——"
…
