Chapter 59

Muli supported the broken arm and patrolled around. The wound was bandaged hastily, but the severe pain of the severed arm lingered. His eyebrows were frowned, with murderous aura, even the attendants around him did not dare to approach casually.

In the camp, the panic after the commotion has not subsided. The lights in the king's tent are brightly lit, and everyone is surrounded outside, anxiously waiting for the final news. As for the minds of those people? Muli sneered. I'm afraid that less than 10% of people expect good news. That's too much.

"General!"

Someone reported.

"There is no sound over there."

Muli raised an eyebrow and decided to take a look. The place he went was originally the stage for preparing the banquet on the night before, but at this time it became everyone's nightmare. Layers of firewood surrounded it, and one could vaguely see the flame that was about to extinguish inside, as well as the faintly burnt smell in the air.

A group of Xiqiang soldiers with stubbornness and sharpness guarded the periphery nervously with weapons in their hands. They have been guarding since the fire started last night to prevent fish from slipping through the net. The fire burned all day and night, and only then did anyone dare to ask in a low voice.

"No sound?"

Asked people cautiously, as if they were afraid that an unburnt ghost would jump out of it at any time and demand their lives.

Someone was undecided and gave a faint hum. However, no one laughed at the soldier who questioned, not even the commander scolded it. They knew what they were guarding, and were nervously guarded, afraid that the nightmare the night before would reappear.

When Muli walked here, the land had been burnt to dryness. He stared at the ruins of the fire and suddenly smiled.

"Is it fire again?"

Four months ago, it was a fire that brought them here. Now, there is another fire, sending them away.

He raised his foot and walked into the fire.

"General?!"

Someone wanted to stop him in astonishment, but was blamed by Muli: "What! We Xiqiang boy, are we afraid of lonely ghosts?"

No one said any more, and Muli walked into the fire scene—or, the cemetery.

The fire was so intense that when it contained them, it was afraid that they would run away. The Xiqiang people first sent archers to encircle layer after layer outside, shooting everyone who wanted to break through, and letting people light rockets and put hot oil on them.

So when Muli was here, all he saw was ashes. There was not even half a corpse that could be said to be a human form. There was a thick patch of ashes on the ground, scorched black, withered, and it was hard to tell which people were and which were not. And who would have thought that these can't be said to be human ashes, broke through their heavy protection a day ago, severely injured King Xiqiang, and killed a general!

Nameless Valley.

Muli muttered the name.

I heard that this is a very powerful school in Central Plains and needs to be treated with care. In fact, before this incident, Muli was very disapproving. But a group of birds whose wings have been cut off and can't fly can be viewed as playthings. How can they be seriously regarded as enemies?

Thinking about it now, how can Wuminggu be able to cultivate a person like Gregorce.

It was these despised playthings that showed their minions on King Xiqiang's birthday banquet, and the moment the long sword cut the throat of King Xiqiang, everyone thought they had seen a ghost. A group of ghosts in white clothes that don't look like people and dance long swords.

At that moment, Muli knew just how powerful the martial arts of this school called Wuminggu was.

Ten Xiqiang soldiers can besieged and killed an Wuminggu disciple.

And the more powerful ones are even more difficult to encircle, like their big brother, like their master, like Lu Ying...

Thinking of that woman, Muli's paused, is she also in the scorched ashes under her feet?

[I got permission to go out to purchase. Why, General Muli has to question me if I can't? ]The arrogant voice seems to be still in the ear.

Thinking about it now, the people in Wuminggu can untie the poison and act freely. It should be that Lu Ying secretly learned about the medicine that time he went out.

Right under my nose!

Muli was a little annoyed, but more helpless. They had already received the news that someone was going to be assassinated. However, they only watched for Qin Shan, but forgot that there were still a group of fierce beasts in their own territory. They neglected to guard, and who was the blame?

At this time, another person followed Muli and walked in carefully.

"Sure enough, it was all burnt to ashes."

The visitor had a lingering fear, "I think their martial arts are so powerful, and I am afraid that the fire will not burn them."

Is martial arts great?

Muli remembered the old valley owner of Wuming Valley, with a few arrows in his body, he was besieged by archers, and he could fly away from everyone and stab the King of Xiqiang. He touched his right arm again, which was cut off by his eldest disciple when Muli wanted to chop off the exhausted old man's head.

These people have been studying martial arts with great concentration for many years, and the consequences of an outbreak caught the Xiqiang people off guard.

"General."

Someone asked carefully.

"How to deal with these ashes?"

"Take it away, mix it in the soup, and drink it for all the surviving soldiers today."

Muli issued a creepy command.

He cracked his mouth and smiled, and only his left hand was intact with a long knife.

"The most powerful warriors of the Central Plains, drink their flesh and blood, and we Xiqiang men will be invincible!"

The subordinate was surprised at first, and then overjoyed: "Yes, yes!"

Muli is about to leave the fire scene.

[Still not bothering adults. ]

The female voice that was softly raised, trance reached her ears.

He looked back suddenly, but except for the setting sun on the horizon, the soldier who bent over to clean up the ashes under the sun could not see anything else. Muli froze for a moment, laughed three times, then picked up a handful of ashes and stuffed it into his mouth, and left without looking back.

On the second day, the Daqi Border Point called "Summon the Army".

The white solitary smoke alone went up to the nine layers, and passed back to Daqi the spark of fire lit under the ashes.

And when the news that everyone in Wuminggu stabbed and died back to the Central Plains, it was already seven days later.

That piece of land soaked in blood was already dry.

"The town government sent someone to ask your Highness's opinion." In the small courtyard, Wei Fourteen reported to Qin Shan, "Lin Weijun and the White Flag Army have mobilized their troops and gathered at the border."

Qin Shan sighed, "Fine, there is a great opportunity before them, and they will not wait. Your Highness."

He turned to look at Feng Xiwu.

Having changed his monk's robe and dressed up, Wu Wu said indifferently: "The situation of King Xiqiang is unclear this time. If he is dead, the first prince and the second prince will fight for the throne. This is a good time for us to send troops."

"I'm afraid that the man from the court will take advantage of it." Qin Shan reminded him to beware of the regent.

"Yes, but if we don't seize this opportunity to drive out the Xiqiang people, how long will we have to wait?" Feng Qiwu looked at him, "I can wait, the soldiers can cultivate their lives, but the people captured at the border, Refugees whose homes have been invaded, they cannot wait."

Every day, there may be countless lone ghosts in the world.

Qin Shan understood what Feng Xiwu meant. In other words, as an innocent Feng Xiwu, he is not allowed to sacrifice the lives of innocent people because of the situation.

In fact, why is Qin Shan willing to do this? It's just that he has to think more about it, worrying that if they act at this time, will the Regent do it? Worrying that if Feng Qiwu loses his life and loses all his previous achievements, not only the territory that has been lost, but also the entire Daqi will be completely chaotic.

Feng Xiwu understood his thoughts and said, "If even this inch of land cannot be held by a family, what qualifications do I have to be the lord of the world?"

Qin Shan was moved by him.

"I will arrange for you to meet with Zhen Guo Duke immediately."

As soon as he left the house, he saw a figure. The person had been standing there for a long time, with a light on his back, as if a layer of frost hung on his face, only when he saw Qin Shan, he smiled.

"Ashan."

He shouted.

This is Yan Mobei.

Yan Mobei woke up, but Yan Xiaobei was gone.

But Qin Shan found that he could no longer distinguish the two people. In fact, they are one person.

"I'm leaving." Yan Mobei said.

He didn't say where to go, but Qin Shan knew where he was going.

Yan Mobei continued:

"I'm going to a place, it may take a long time, and may not come back."

"You'll wait for me?"

He looked at Qin Shan, seemingly worried, worried that as soon as he left, Qin Shan would forget him again, or he would not want him, and he would be better with others. Only then could Qin Shan find a trace of Yan Xiaobei's shadow on his face.

However, he didn't rest assured, he chose to leave. This is a mission engraved in his flesh and blood, which makes him sleepless at night and can't stay at ease with his sweetheart.

"I can't go with you yet." Qin Shan replied.

"I know." Yan Mobei looked inside the house.

"You have your business to do." He said, "You go and do what you want to do, and I will not stop you, nor will I force you again."

This is the thing that Yan Mobei remembers most clearly when he woke up from the "dream" that lasted for several months.

Xiao Qi's lessons learned from Yan Mobei's lesson, and never use force to gain the sincerity of another person. Once he didn't understand and almost did something wrong. Fortunately, Qin Shan is far stronger than Qi Ruowang and tougher than him, so now he still has a chance to make up for it.

It was just this opportunity that Yan Mobei was afraid that he would not be blessed.

So he asked again, cautiously, as if holding out his heart.

"You'll wait for me?"

Feng Qiwu stood at the window, looking at the two people from a distance. I don't know what Yan Mobei asked, nor what Qin Shan answered. After a while, Yan Mobei showed a childish smile, but that smile soon disappeared. Because he is gone.

Yan Mobei did not dare to look back, as if he was afraid that he would never forget, his figure escaped into the forest and soon disappeared.

Qingtian came from behind and looked curiously: "The injury is just right, where is he going?"

Feng Qiwu replied with a sigh that he hadn't asked.

"Yan Mobei, after all, is Wuminggu disciple."

Because he is a disciple, he has been taught by Master's words and deeds in every word and deed. Because he is a disciple, he bears the blood and blood of Quangu.

Yan Mobei went to take revenge.

He was afraid that he would not come back.

And Qin Shan's answer?

Seeing that Yaoyao standing and looking at the back of the northwest, everything seems to have no answer.

--You'll wait for me?

——I will go to you.

The next day, the Lord Zhen Guo came to the mansion to discuss important matters with the prince and Qin Shan.