Walking to the door of the camp, as Yan Mo's majestic eyes swept across the noisy crowd, the world instantly became quiet.
Among the Yan Guards, Yan Mo is the supreme emperor.
With an invisible domineering aura, Yan Mo walked slowly towards the crowd, and everyone made way for them.
Chu Tianhe, who was confronting Yan Fang, also felt Yan Mo's arrival.
"Stay back and leave the rest to me." Yan Mo's words contained a meaning that could not be rejected.
Chu Tianhe nodded slightly, then relaxed his grip and moved his body backward to dodge.
As the Chutian River receded, Yan Fang's terrifying power surged forward like a torrent that could not be vented.
Even the soldiers standing far away could feel the majestic momentum of the giant cauldron, but Yan Mo's back still stood as steady as Mount Tai in front of everyone.
Buzz
The giant cauldron hit Yan Mo straight in front of him, and his indomitable momentum suddenly stagnated, like a tiger being choked with a bloody mouth. The terrifying aura did not stop flowing out, but instead continued to grow with anger.
However, Yan Mo's figure was like a copper wall, firmly locking the tiger Yan Fang.
However, some sharp-eyed soldiers still noticed that Yan Mo's feet began to slowly sink into the ground.
"What happened to this little general today? Is he so powerful after going crazy? Is it possible that even General Chu and General Yan can't suppress him?" someone asked doubtfully.
"It's not that they can't suppress the young general, it's that they are worried about hurting the young general. Besides, once an obsessed person takes action, he has no scruples. If General Chu and General Yan are not careful, it will be too late to regret." Someone explained. road.
"But if the young general remains in this state, wouldn't it be very dangerous?"
"No, not to mention that there is a general taking action now. Sitting here will definitely not put the little general in danger. Moreover, this kind of sudden obsession will come and go quickly. You can only wait for the little general. Once your mind wakes up, this state will end immediately."
Suddenly, the situation on the field changed again.
I saw Yan Fang, who was wrestling with Yan Mo and was being defeated steadily by Yan Mo, suddenly kicked the ground, raised the giant cauldron, jumped high, and then slammed it down.
Yan Fang's burly body seemed to cover the first day, and the giant cauldron crashed down with a momentum that seemed to break apart the world. Some soldiers with low strength even closed their eyes, not daring to look directly at Yan Fang's figure.
"With such a terrifying aura, does the young general really only have a fourth-level cultivation level?"
"But I do wonder, is this young general really the heir of the great general?"
"I heard a secret from a veteran about the general's wife..."
A few obscure and complicated glances in the crowd fell on Yan Fang, but after Chu Tianhe glanced around with a menacing look, these glances were put away.
At least for now, Chu Tianhe can still control the situation.
The huge cauldron crashed down, but was blocked by one of Yan Mo's index fingers.
The powerful inner strength makes this finger comparable to a magical weapon.
The strong wind brought by the giant cauldron blew Yan Mo's hair, and the two very similar faces faced each other.
"this……"
"Does even a great general have to use his inner strength?"
The crowd sighed, and as bystanders, they all began to speculate whether the reason why Yan Mo used his internal strength was because he was worried that he would not be able to withstand Yan Fang's blow if he only used his physical strength.
"It's time for you to wake up too!" Yan Mo shouted at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him.
The moment he drank, he was as loud as a bell, making Yan Fang's scarlet eyes flash.
Yan Fang's eyes sometimes returned to their original appearance, calm and clear, and sometimes they became scarlet and dirty, crazy and fierce.
At this time, Yan Fang's aura continued to weaken.
The giant cauldron was gently thrown aside by Yan Mo, and then he slapped Yan Fang on the chest.
Yan Fang's body suddenly went limp and he fainted.
Yan Mo clasped his hands, picked up Yan Fang and walked towards the tent.
"Do whatever you need to do, and don't stand around here anymore. Also, don't spread today's events. I will give you an explanation."
Yan Mo's calm words made everyone quiet down, and the crowd quickly dispersed.
As Yan Mo walked into the camp, the sun climbed into the sky step by step, and the Yan Guards started operating as usual and began patrolling everywhere in the imperial mausoleum.
Nothing seemed abnormal. Even the bronze cauldron had been moved back to its original position. Except that there was no water inside, nothing had changed.
In the camp, Yan Fang lay quietly on a simple bed, breathing slowly and steadily.
Yan Mo moved a chair and sat on the bedside, looking at Yan Fang quietly. His eyes were not as harsh as before, but rather softened.
If the soldiers outside see this, they will definitely be shocked. When they see Yan Mo on weekdays, Yan Mo has a cold attitude, almost like a ball of ice that has not melted for thousands of years, and his mood does not change at all. There will be.
Not long after, Yan Fang woke up leisurely in bed, yawned and stretched.
“It was such a comfortable sleep!”
Before Yan Fang could finish his emotion, a fist struck him in the face.
Yan Fang was unprepared to begin with, and the punch came so fast that he had no time to dodge.
The punch finally stopped less than a centimeter away from his face, and there was even a drop of sweat on his forehead.
"Don't you have any sense of vigilance? Is this what Chu Tianhe taught you? Are you still thinking about going to the battlefield? If you really go to the battlefield, I'm afraid you won't survive more than three days and can only be reduced to cannon fodder!" Yan Mo! He retracted his fist, stood up and said coldly.
Yan Fang lowered his head dejectedly.
"Put on your clothes and come down." Yan Mo threw Yan Fang's previous clothes on the bedside without looking back, and then stood in front of the table.
The clothes had obviously been washed, and Yan Fang put them on with some surprise.
Arriving next to Yan Mo, Yan Fang's eyes were instantly attracted to a portrait on the table.
I saw that the woman in the portrait looked somewhat similar to Yan Fang between her eyebrows.
"Pour some wine." Yan Mo said calmly, pointing to the big clay pot and three clean wine glasses on the table.
Yan Xingxin had some vague guesses in his mind, and he honestly picked up the clay pot and started pouring wine.
The clear and white wine is poured from the clay pot, accompanied by a waxy aroma.
Smelling this aroma, Yan Fang felt that something seemed to be awakening in his tired body, and he coveted this aroma.
"Your mother made this wine for you." Yan Mo said slowly, standing behind Yan Fang.
"My mother?" Yan Fang was stunned and stared blankly at the woman in the portrait.
Yan Mo took the wine can from Yan Fang's hand and put it on the ground.
He picked up the two glasses of wine on the table and handed one to Yan Fang.
Yan Fang took the wine and quietly looked at the ripples in the glass.
Yan Mo held the wine glass and motioned for Yan Fang to clink glasses with him.
The crisp clinking sound of the wine glasses stirred up the clear ripples of the wine in the glasses.
The father and son held the wine glasses and looked at the glass of wine in front of the portrait.
"You've been sleeping all day." Yan Mo said slowly.
Yan Fang nodded, "I can feel that my body is different from before."
Yan Mo drank the sake in the glass in one gulp and said, "Do you know the Demon King Band-armed Monkey?"
Yan Fang nodded.
It can be said that the names of the four demon kings are known to the entire human race. They are the Lingming Stone Monkey, the Long-armed Monkey, the Red-necked Horse Monkey, and the Six-eared Macaque.
The four of them are the symbols of the highest power of the entire demon clan before the demon emperor, and all of them are extraordinary in strength.
A look of reminiscence appeared on Yan Mo's face, "Your mother is from the group of simian monkeys, and she is a monster."
Yan Zhao was shocked.
He never imagined that his mother was actually a demon, and that he...had half the blood of the demon clan in his body.
"Back then, several human experts and I were ordered to go to the location of the tribe of Brachiolobus monkeys and prepare to kill all its members. However, I couldn't bear it at the time, so I took away a small monkey that was only as big as a palm.
Later, I kept this monkey at home. This was not an uncommon thing at that time. Some merchants would tame some monster beasts captured on the battlefield into pets and sell them to the rich. Some businessmen would even use those monster beasts as coolies.
However, she is still blessed to follow me. She does not like to eat the flesh and blood of those monsters, so I will bring a lot of rare herbs every time I come back from an expedition. She has pure blood and she quickly grows up. "
When talking about this, Yan Mo's eyes had a rare gentle light, and even his ears began to turn slightly red.
Yan Fang also listened quietly, occasionally turning his head to glance at the portrait on the table.
Yan Mo spoke very slowly, but as he continued speaking, it seemed that he had rehearsed it countless times in his mind, and every look and every movement was so skillful.
…
"Later, she finally broke through to the seventh level and transformed into a human form. Later, she also became you."
Yan Mo stopped, as if the story had ended here.
"What happened next? Where did she... go?" Yan Fang asked, with a little tears on his face.
From the time he could remember, Chu Tianhe was the only one who stayed with him.
He had never met his mother, and Chu Tianhe had always regarded himself as his master.
Whenever he asked about his life experience, Chu Tianhe would just give it away with various excuses.
It wasn't until some time ago that Chu Tianhe finally told him that his father was actually the general of the Yan Guards, Yan Mo!
When he learned the news, for some reason, he didn't feel as fulfilled as he imagined, but instead felt a sense of relief.
"Then she died."
Yan Mo's voice was choked with sobs. He poured himself another glass of wine and drank it like water.
"How did she die?" Yan Fang grabbed Yan Mo's arm, his face looked like a creditor who had been chasing a debt for many years and finally caught the debtor.
Yan Mo easily shook off Yan Fang's hand and said calmly, "With your current strength, you are not worthy of me telling you."
Yan Mo put down his wine glass, turned around and walked towards the door.
"Place a stick of incense for your mother, and then drink the jug of wine."
After saying that, Yan Mo walked out.
Yan Fang was left standing alone in front of the portrait. He took a sip of the glass of wine, which was sweet in the mouth and slipped into his throat instantly.
As the wine melted into his internal organs, a warmth he had never felt before enveloped his entire body.
Yan Fang stared blankly at the woman in the portrait on the table. His eyes became moist and his nose felt sore.
Yan Mo stopped as he walked out of the tent. More than a dozen familiar faces stood in front of his tent. They were all commanders under Yan Mo, and the leader was none other than Chu Tianhe.
Seeing Yan Mo coming out, everyone bowed in silence.
They came here because of what happened to Yan Fang today. After all, the aura of the demon clan appeared in the imperial mausoleum. This matter was not trivial. If Yan Fang hadn't been Yan Mo's son, they would have captured Yan Fang and investigated it carefully.
However, Yan Mo could also understand their feelings. After all, the monsters were nothing more than life-and-death enemies in the eyes of soldiers who had been on the battlefield. They came this time also wanting an explanation.
After a moment of silence, Yan Mo slowly spoke, "Yan Fang is my son, but he does have half the blood of the demon race. If he sides with the human race in the future, I, Yan Mo, swear by my martial arts, I will personally kill him." "
Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
In fact, as long as Yan Mo gave them a reasonable excuse to calm the hearts of the soldiers under his command, they wouldn't be too entangled.
Because whether it was Yan Mo's illustrious military exploits on the battlefield or Yan Mo's high moral status in the Yan Guards, they were unwilling or unwilling to question Yan Mo too much.
What's more, it's such a sensitive issue.
However, Yan Mo still stood up and gave them a promise.
Even though this promise is so heavy.
