Zheng Xiu was very angry when he heard this.
What lights and what bund.
How can a person be a lamp?
Does corpse oil turn into wax?
So three candles are sent in every hundred years just for "lighting"?
When the wax torch turns to ashes, the tears begin to dry?
Suddenly it became scary.
The orange cat told a scary story in a riddle.
Let Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu listen in confusion.
In fact, the two of them had never witnessed the dark scenery with their own eyes, and the orange cat couldn't understand anything they said.
Zheng Xiu knew that spanking the orange cat was a reward, so he picked up the orange cat and rounded and flattened its face.
"Let's talk about riddles here, right?"
"Riddle Cat, right?"
"Light, right?"
The orange cat purred non-stop, but it was difficult to kill two mere humans who had grasped its food weakness, so it was pathetically ravaged by Zheng Xiu.
"It seems like it really doesn't know." Feng Bei thought of the strange way the orange cat was sometimes online and sometimes not online, and suddenly understood: "Its own memory of Chang An is not complete either."
The orange cat nodded vigorously.
When Zheng Xiu wasn't paying attention, he jumped into Feng Bei's arms and squeezed in through his clothes, seeking comfort.
Feng Bei comforted the orange cat, who was actually not that scared, and was just acting like a baby. Feng Bei smoothed the hair on the orange cat's forehead, and her eyes fell on Zheng Xiu's face again. She understood the entanglement and hesitation in Zheng Xiu's eyes.
"You really...can watch your father die here?"
Zheng Xiu grabbed his hair irritably and said to himself: "What can I do? The whole world knows that Zheng Haoran died on the Beiman battlefield, the whole world knows! This is established 'history'! Once this matter is changed , if this 'established history' is really tampered with by me, and the world line shifts again, the whole world will undergo earth-shaking... no, earth-shattering changes! That will be a change that I can hardly imagine!"
"In addition, the ghosts this time are a bit weird. The 'Hundred Ghost March' is actually a moving ghost. This is completely contrary to my usual understanding of 'ghosts'."
"I was sucked in before I had time to show off my incarnation. Don't forget, Bai Qiuyue tried her best to send me in, most likely just to bury me here and let me...light the lamp! "
"It is very likely that I am the 'human pillar' chosen by Zhu again!"
"By chance, you and the monk ran in with me!"
"Now in this ghost world, you, me, the monk, plus my father, there are a total of four strangers!"
This is what Zheng Xiu is most worried about. During Zheng Haoran's northern expedition, another tragedy is taking place in Baili Village. Wei Chen and "young Feng Bei" are being plotted.
If Zheng Haoran was "alive", under Zheng Haoran's influence, Zheng Xiu would not have gone into business in order to make a fortune. Zheng Xiu, who had not accumulated wealth, would not have been jailed for "tax evasion". Zheng Xiu had not been "jailed" "If you have the opportunity, you will not have a chance to glimpse the [Prisoner] at that time. Without the [Prisoner], there would be no "Zheng Shan" in Baili Village!
Wei Chen can ignore him, but without Zheng Shan's intervention in "Bai Li Village", Feng Bei will be taken away by Chang An!
All of these are intertwined, affecting the whole body!
The world seemed to be playing a cruel joke on Zheng Xiu.
This is like a cruel multiple choice question.
Once Zheng Haoran is allowed to live, everything about him will be changed and Feng Bei will die. As for the monk? If he had not met Zheng Xiu, he would still be in Yunliu Temple, and it is very likely that he would be influenced by the cannibal paintings under the obsession of Master Deng and become another Xie Yunliu!
can you?
No?
As he thought about it, a heavy cold sweat gradually broke out on Zheng Xiu's forehead.
Cause, effect, past, future, time, world, words collided in Zheng Xiu's mind. No one can sort out the huge and intertwined network of relationships in a short period of time, not even Zheng Xiu.
Zheng Xiu had witnessed with his own eyes the changes in everything around him after the "White Carp Village" incident, and he was even more taboo about this. Feng Bei had never seen it with her own eyes, so she couldn't imagine it, let alone understand it.
At this time, Feng Bei gently wiped away the sweat from Zheng Xiu's forehead. Zheng Xiu was so entangled that Feng Bei's chest tightened. She couldn't help but sigh: "It would be great if I could deceive the whole world."
Ahhh?
"what did you just say?"
Zheng Xiu suddenly widened his eyes and looked directly at Madam, as if he was eating someone.
Feng Bei looked slightly startled and subconsciously repeated: "I said it would be great if I could deceive the whole world."
"MuA~"
Zheng Xiu pressed Feng Bei's head and took a bite on Feng Bei's lips, looking excited.
"That makes sense!"
"Why should I worry about who to choose?"
“Children only do multiple-choice questions!”
“Of course I’m doing multiple-choice questions!”
Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta.
When Zheng Xiu suddenly opened his eyes, Zheng Haoran was wearing battle armor and riding a war horse, with a red tassel and silver spear standing sideways. Behind him were twenty strong warriors, riding towards the canyon.
The remaining Zheng Jiajun soldiers began to form formation. Lancers, archers, and shield soldiers each performed their duties and stood ready around the entrance of the battlefield.
Vice General Lao Li Tou waved the military flag and silently directed the formation.
Feng Bei stretched out his index finger and touched his lips. Zheng Xiu's manly scent was still there. She smiled: "Do you have an idea?"
"Yes! But we still need planning! The monk is right, since I came here, I can't just watch my father being tricked to death! You reminded me, it doesn't actually matter whether my father dies or not...ah, bah, That’s not what I mean, I just want the whole world to think that my father is dead, and that’s enough!”
"How sure are you?"
"...Fifty percent!"
Zheng Xiu said, put on his war helmet, whistled, and his war horse came to him happily. Zheng Xiu took off the sword from the saddle, put it on his waist, mounted the horse and galloped, blocking Zheng Haoran.
"Zhang San, please come out to fight!"
When Zheng Xiu cupped his fists, the armor all over his body vibrated, making a harsh but powerful sound.
Under the tiger-shaped mask, two sharp gazes shot out from the hollow eyes, Zheng Haoran said sternly: "Go back!"
"Zhang San, I'm sorry to obey!"
Zheng Xiu still maintained his clasped fist posture, motionless.
Old Li became anxious and rode to the side: "Silly boy, are you going to disobey military orders?"
Zheng Xiu said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Zhang San's parents died when he was young. He is helpless and has no worries! Ever since he joined the Zheng Family Army, he has already put life and death aside! A real man will die one day, and it may be heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather! Instead of dying of cold and hunger, Zhang San would rather follow General Zheng and charge to kill the enemy!"
Zheng Xiu had already known about Zheng Haoran's "counterattack for defense" plan from Feng Bei's note, and vaguely knew what Zheng Haoran was going to do when he brought a group of experts into the valley. After making up his mind, Zheng Xiu had to find a way to gain favor in front of his father in order to complete his plan of "crossing the sky and the sea". He must gain enough favorability with Zheng Haoran as "Zhang San" so that Zheng Haoran can choose to believe him at the last moment.
What's more, after he entered Guixi, history has changed to a certain extent. The national division did not follow the army. There were three more people in the army: Monk, Feng Bei, and Zheng Xiu. Zheng Xiu was worried that this small change would make Zheng Haoran... The next time entering the valley brought other changes.
After thinking about it for a moment, Zheng Xiu felt that if he followed him, he would be more secure and he could help him at the critical moment.
"Silly boy!" Old Li Tou smiled and pointed behind him: "Look back, do you think you are the only one who thinks about it?"
Zheng Xiu looked back and saw that the Zheng family's troops were already in deep formation. The cold light of their weapons shone on their armor, and the two eyes behind their visors shone with determination and coldness. This is a fearless army.
The military flag was fluttering in the wind. In Zheng Xiu's eyes, the silent army of thousands of people was as thick as an iron mountain.
This reminded Zheng Xiu inexplicably of the remnant souls wandering in the wasteland twenty years later, waving the broken military flags. Perhaps the ghosts were formed twenty years later, and it was they whose ghosts lingered. It was the military spirit of the Zheng family that was not afraid of death, and brought Zheng Xiu back to today twenty years ago.
"I'm not afraid of death." Zheng Xiu looked at Zheng Haoran's sharp eyes: "I am different from them. I have admired General Zheng Haoran since I was a child. General Zheng is like my biological father in my heart. I can call General Zheng dad, and they can ?"
Old Li Tou and Zheng Haoran were stunned at the same time.
Without waiting for their reaction, Zheng Xiu raised his sword and roared at Zheng Haoran: "Dad!"
The air was suddenly quiet.
Feng Bei smiled at the side, turned around and retreated into the darkness.
"father!"
"father!"
Zheng Xiu shouted one after another, as if he wanted to make up for the fact that he had not had the chance to call daddy in the past twenty years.
"Puch!"
I don't know who in the army could not hold back first and burst into laughter. Then the whole army burst into laughter, and they all burst into tears.
Lao Li opened his mouth wide and gave Zheng Xiu a thumbs up. This guy is so thick-skinned that he even dared to admit his father... Old Li looked at Zheng Haoran on the horse, waiting for Zheng Haoran to make a decision. Zheng Haoran straightened his frightened face, stepped on the stirrup, and grunted: "If you hold back, you will be punished by military law."
Zheng Xiu followed the team, including Zheng Haoran, a total of twenty-five masters, and took the lead in riding horses into the canyon of Jialasuo Mountain.
Outside the canyon exit.
The layers of mountains look like a group of ferocious beasts ready to move at night.
"King! Report from the front. A small team from the Zheng family army ventured into the valley."
Ten miles outside the canyon, tens of thousands of troops have indeed been ambushing here. The center was empty, and a burly man sat on a simple animal skin chair. In the ice and snow, the man was not afraid of the severe cold, his upper body was naked, and his body was painted with colorful war patterns. His tight skin was shiny. , there seems to be a layer of hazy and magical brilliance floating under the moonlight.
If Zheng Xiu saw this person here, he would definitely recognize him at a glance. This person is the Wolf King who was seriously ill and dying twenty years later, when he was young. The Wolf King's thick black hair was spread freely, blowing in the wind, and from a distance it looked like the hair of a wild beast exploding.
The wolf king opened his eyes, casually grabbed a jar of strong wine next to him with his hand as big as a cattail leaf, and bit the mouth of the bottle with his teeth. The rich wine overflowed. The wolf king drank like a fierce bull drinking water for a full minute, and sighed loudly. .
"It tastes bad!"
The Wolf King flicked his wrist and the wine jar shattered on the ground.
"Do you know who is coming?"
"Replying to the king, it's too dark to see clearly! The shooter we sent out has lost contact and is afraid he is dead!"
The Wolf King smiled: "Daru is the best marksman of our clan. The person who can kill him must be a warrior among the Daqian warriors. Apart from Zheng Haoran, there is no one else!"
"It's Zheng Haoran... here! Hahahaha! Bring me the king's weapons!"
The Wolf King waved his hand, and not long after, several strong barbarian men with muscles all over their bodies trudged over, carrying a heavy weapon.
The weapon is a heavy hammer with a long handle.
The Wolf King stood up, raised the long-handled heavy hammer with one hand, and swung it a few times. The wind roared loudly, and the strong wind caused by the weapon blew the thin scout staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"Let me go meet him for a while!"
"The most powerful general in Daqian..."
"Zheng Haoran!"
…
In the canyon.
Zheng Haoran and Zheng Xiu, almost in no particular order on the horseback, paused in breathing and looked towards the end of the canyon.
In an instant, it seemed as if an electric current ran through his body, making Zheng Xiu's hair stand on end and his scalp numb.
"There seems to be something there."
After a while, Zheng Xiu lowered his head and followed Zheng Haoran silently, thinking in his heart.
Zheng Haoran quickly made a few gestures to the other twenty or so experts accompanying the army, and everyone nodded silently, understanding in their hearts.
Zheng Xiu suddenly realized that my father also liked to play with secret codes.
Zheng Haoran waved to Zheng Xiu, and Zheng Xiu stepped forward. Zheng Haoran said in a deep voice: "We are only here to lure the enemy. When we see that the situation is not right, we immediately retreat to the canyon."
Zheng Xiu nodded.
Zheng Haoran looked at Zheng Xiu's face carefully in the dim light. After a while, he raised his fist towards Zheng Xiu.
bump.
"Dad, don't admit it randomly."
Zheng Haoran stared at Zheng Xiu, but Zheng Xiu kept his head down and said nothing.
Zheng Haoran did not continue to struggle with this matter. The group of people walked in the canyon. For about half an hour, the mountain walls on both sides gradually became wider. When they approached the exit of the canyon, a terrible murderous intention was scratching Zheng Xiu and Zheng Xiu like an invisible knife. Zheng Haoran’s skin.
"Raise your shield! Form an array!"
Zheng Haoran shouted, stepped on the stirrups, and flew up.
A figure like a giant beast descended from the sky. Zheng Xiu raised his head and his pupils suddenly shrank. In the darkness, he saw "a" ferocious beast that looked like a human with red eyes. The long-handled hammer in his hand fell like lightning. Surprisingly, Zheng Haoran and his party have been waiting here for a long time.
In the blink of an eye, Zheng Haoran and the violent figure collided fiercely in mid-air like two meteorites.
Where the spear and the long-handled hammer collided, dazzling sparks bloomed.
The moment of collision seemed to last a lifetime, and the dazzling sparks made Zheng Xiu narrow his eyes involuntarily. The next second, the two weapons that were clashing head-on in the air were overwhelmed at the same time, making a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing.
Boom!
Broken!
"It's the young...Wolf King!"
The frightening air waves spread around the two of them. Zheng Jiajun, who was still in the canyon, obeyed the order and raised his shield. The fragments of the broken blade fell on the shield, making a huge sound and sparking brilliant sparks. .
"Eighteen Coiling Dragon Slashes!"
Zheng Xiu's swordsmanship had already reached its peak. The light of the sword danced around him so tightly that after blocking two waves of fragments, Zheng Xiu felt numbness in the tiger's mouth and almost lost his sword. He looked into the air again. Zheng Haoran and the Wolf King, whose weapons were both shattered, fell from the air to the ground. The two afterimages collided dozens of times at the mouth of the valley at a terrifying speed in just a few breaths. Zheng Xiu barely managed to catch them. Looking at the figures of the two people, it turned out that the Wolf King and Zheng Haoran were each attacking the other with a pair of meat fists. Zheng Haoran seemed to have the advantage of armor-piercing armor. He only succeeded but failed to defend. Every punch landed on the Wolf King's body, making a "dong dong dong" sound like a drum.
The Wolf King received dozens of punches from Zheng Haoran, but his momentum showed no sign of weakness. Instead, he hit harder and harder, punching faster and faster, leaving shocking punch marks on Zheng Haoran's armor.
Zheng Xiu held his breath. The collision between the two was as pure as a fierce beast fighting. Outsiders could no longer intervene. Zheng Xiu suddenly looked at the sky and saw the full moon hanging in the sky. He suddenly remembered the legend of the Moon Clan about the "Shelter of the Moon". With a movement of his body, Zheng Xiu jumped up, clung to the mountain wall, bit his finger, and drew a rain cloud on the mountain wall.
call!
The rain clouds turned into reality in an instant, clouds and mist floated into the night sky, and suddenly formed a thin layer in the sky.
The moonlight was covered, and the hazy precious light on the Wolf King weakened by half a point at a speed that could be discerned with the naked eye. The Wolf King suddenly raised his head and looked up into the sky, punching Zheng Haoran back, and the two men who were fighting brutally were finally separated.
Zheng Haoran retreated to the mouth of the valley, laughed three times, took off the broken armor and threw it at his feet, revealing his upper body as perfect as steel.
The Wolf King stood in the distance, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and only Zheng Haoran was left in his eyes.
"Zheng Haoran?"
The Wolf King asked in fluent Daqian language.
Zheng Haoran looked down at his bloody fist and asked, "Wolf King?"
The Wolf King nodded.
Zheng Haoran also nodded.
They looked at each other, a strange atmosphere brewing between them.
woo woo woo woo--
The strange-shaped mountains suddenly lit up fireworks, approaching from far away. Accompanied by trumpets, thousands of barbarian cavalry charged towards the mouth of the canyon.
The Wolf King and Zheng Haoran were still looking at each other with a strange look. Zheng Xiu couldn't help but shuddered: "Dad! Don't worry about cherishing each other. Fight or retreat!"
The Wolf King's cavalry were about to form two buns sandwiched with cheese. Zheng Haoran was brought back to his senses by the shout of "Dad". He glared at Zheng Xiu, but did not refute, and waved his hand: "Back off!"
Zheng Haoran flew back to the panicked war horse, patted the horse's butt, and the horse suddenly became quiet.
The vanguard troops used as bait retreated into the canyon, and the hustle and bustle behind them gradually faded away.
"They didn't come after me."
Zheng Xiu glanced back, thoughtfully.
"It's done!"
Zheng Haoran was shirtless and naked, with steam all over his body. He was laughing with the word "happy" written on his face.
