Chapter 191
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The wasteland to the north of the capital city of Bainei is already inaccessible, and few ordinary people are willing to go there except for the monks and troops who go to the endless mountain.
One is that it is covered with debris and frozen soil, and there is no attraction at all.
The second reason is that there are many ghost legends in the Shenjing city. It is said that when the city was besieged by foreigners, almost all the satellite cities in the periphery were slaughtered, and countless evil spirits wandered on the wasteland. Therefore, most of the people stayed away from it.
The night wasteland with heavy snow rolling down is like a terrible ghost with a big mouth and a choice of people. In the mouth of the fierce ghost, it seems that there are countless ghosts wandering around, emitting a palpable roar.
However, there is the spirit of killing and cutting in the wind and snow, as well as the iron and masculine spirit of ghost's change.
The Qi and blood flowing into the sky, like blood smoke, formed a huge blood sun in the sky. With the sound of armor collision, it blew away the blizzard and illuminated the surrounding area.
Two hundred miles north of the wilderness, accumulated for half a day, the Blizzard has completely covered the ruins caused by the battle and turned into a vast expanse of white again. This is the mercilessness of the road and time. Time can quickly erase the damage caused by the Friar's battle, but it can not erase the extreme grief of the undead.
There is a tombstone in the snow. The tombstone has no words. It has been cut into a square and upright shape by people. It is as calm and calm as Lin Lang, Grand Marshal of endless mountain in summer.
There were two figures kneeling in front of the tombstone, their heads white under the heavy snow.
Lin Xiao, the eldest son of Zhenyu Marquis's mansion, was full of dim and despairing eyes. His head, kneeling in front of the tombstone, hung low, and his red clothes under the snow became like the dark red after blood coagulation in half a day.
Beside him, kneeling was a young girl, whose blue coat had been wet by the snow, including three thousand green silk on her head. The snow melted into water and flowed down the delicate face from the girl's hair to the ground.
"You don't have to be with me. You go."
Lin Xiao's voice is very hoarse. Since the disappearance of the second young master, he has hardly entered the water.
Qingyi girl qingniantong did not speak, but shook her head stubbornly, and the snow between her hair fell all around.
"What you often said is wrong. No matter how the world changes, the sun above your head will rise normally. It doesn't mean that miracles will always appear, but the mercilessness of the road. I didn't wait for the miracle, but the abyss of despair. My father died in battle, and my brother's life and death were unknown. In a short day, my Lin family was completely scattered."
Lin Xiao's head fell down again, and the fire of the whole soul began to fade. The girl in green was full of anxious color. Tears kept flowing down her eyes. She shook her head vigorously and murmured:
"it's not like this, it's not, it's not. You still have me. You should cheer up and at least live a strong life."
Qingniantong turns around and hugs Lin Xiao in her arms. A green light appears on her body. The shadow of a tree appears behind her. She divides branches into a big umbrella to cover the snowflakes above their heads.
Then a voice came out of the darkness not far away. Qingniantong suddenly turned back and saw a huge dark golden carriage slowly driving out of the snow. Then the whole tombstone was surrounded by a handle of torches, and the torches shone out faces of resolute warriors.
The heavy shield stands horizontally, and the sharp blade comes out of the scabbard. The carriage slowly approaches the tombstone and stops beside them. The curtain is lifted by one hand and a young man comes out.
Wearing a dignified cap, the boy still has the purple robe embroidered with twelve emblems on his body. The jade pendant and jade hook on his waist collide with each other, and a small dagger of the size of a palm can be seen faintly. It is this flashing dagger that makes Zhao Yu appear in front of the glorious master and stab out the fourth sword of killing God.
Zhao Yu goes to the tombstone without words. He looks down at him in silence. Liang Po's big figure appears behind him. Along with Liang Po, there is also a thin monk with a mask.
Sitianjian No.9, Daxia hyena, commander of Tianjian of endless mountain.
"Who set up this monument?"
Zhao Yu's light voice of inquiry sounded, and Si Jiu, who was behind him, knelt on one knee and respectfully replied:
"Your Highness, before the fourth army arrived here, the wordless stele had already existed, so it should be the enemy's work."
Zhao Yu said softly, but in the induction of all the people, the rolling imperial power swept around, just like the anger of heaven, which proved that the master of the summer was not calm, and Sijiu's head was lower. He said again:
"when I arrived in the afternoon, I found that there were four kinds of breath left in this place: the first was the extremely high temperature flame, the second and the third was extremely pure However, there is still a trace of cold breath. Although the breath remains very little, it goes directly to the source. Therefore, it is the last breath that caused the death of Zhenyu marquis. Most importantly, there is a similar breath on the wordless stele. "
"The flame is the Marquis of Zhenyu. Undoubtedly, the mouse of mingzong and the holy light of the Empire are very good judges. Who else is there in the world except the female saint in the snow field of the far north?""I don't know my humble position, but I don't know how old I am, because I haven't been a great master yet."
Si Jiu's young response has a trace of shame.
"This time, we failed in our duty, but the glory of the summer is to be brave after knowing the shame. So I'll give him another chance. I don't ask you to catch him immediately. But within three days, I want to know who he is, who he has met, and how he came here."
"Yes."
Si Jiu bowed, and then quietly retreated. Only a few people in front of the tablet fell silent. When Lin Xiao, the originally lifeless little murderer, heard the four breath, he had a fierce reaction in his empty eyes. He broke away from qingniantong's arm and fell down on the ground. Then he slowly climbed to Zhao Yu and yelled in a low voice:
" Your highness, your highness, you must tell me who that man is. You must
"Lin Xiao, calm down, Lin Xiao."
Qing Niantong leaned forward, Lin Xiao was still struggling forward, his face was manic, his voice was hoarse and incomparable.
Qing Niantong behind the ancient tree road soul out of a branch, knock on Lin Xiao's neck, and send out a faint green light, the latter fell into a coma.
Zhao Yu gently stretched out his right hand and stroked the wordless stele in front of him. After a long time, he gently opened his mouth and said:
"both gods and people revere the people who died in the war. Since the monument has been erected here, he will put forward the word, and take frost and snow as the tomb. Zhenyu Hou Linlang, the posthumous Duke of Zhenyu and his posthumous title of Zhongwu, will be buried on a selected day."
After that, Zhao Yu turned around and walked back to the carriage. Before he came to the carriage, he stopped and his steady voice rang out again:
"when he wakes up, you tell him that I intend to form a Tianhui army in addition to the Fourth Army. If he wants to, he can come to Baidi palace to find me."
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The wasteland to the north of the capital city of Bainei is already inaccessible, and few ordinary people are willing to go there except for the monks and troops who go to the endless mountain.
One is that it is covered with debris and frozen soil, and there is no attraction at all.
The second reason is that there are many ghost legends in the Shenjing city. It is said that when the city was besieged by foreigners, almost all the satellite cities in the periphery were slaughtered, and countless evil spirits wandered on the wasteland. Therefore, most of the people stayed away from it.
The night wasteland with heavy snow rolling down is like a terrible ghost with a big mouth and a choice of people. In the mouth of the fierce ghost, it seems that there are countless ghosts wandering around, emitting a palpable roar.
However, there is the spirit of killing and cutting in the wind and snow, as well as the iron and masculine spirit of ghost's change.
The Qi and blood flowing into the sky, like blood smoke, formed a huge blood sun in the sky. With the sound of armor collision, it blew away the blizzard and illuminated the surrounding area.
Two hundred miles north of the wilderness, accumulated for half a day, the Blizzard has completely covered the ruins caused by the battle and turned into a vast expanse of white again. This is the mercilessness of the road and time. Time can quickly erase the damage caused by the Friar's battle, but it can not erase the extreme grief of the undead.
There is a tombstone in the snow. The tombstone has no words. It has been cut into a square and upright shape by people. It is as calm and calm as Lin Lang, Grand Marshal of endless mountain in summer.
There were two figures kneeling in front of the tombstone, their heads white under the heavy snow.
Lin Xiao, the eldest son of Zhenyu Marquis's mansion, was full of dim and despairing eyes. His head, kneeling in front of the tombstone, hung low, and his red clothes under the snow became like the dark red after blood coagulation in half a day.
Beside him, kneeling was a young girl, whose blue coat had been wet by the snow, including three thousand green silk on her head. The snow melted into water and flowed down the delicate face from the girl's hair to the ground.
"You don't have to be with me. You go."
Lin Xiao's voice is very hoarse. Since the disappearance of the second young master, he has hardly entered the water.
Qingyi girl qingniantong did not speak, but shook her head stubbornly, and the snow between her hair fell all around.
"What you often said is wrong. No matter how the world changes, the sun above your head will rise normally. It doesn't mean that miracles will always appear, but the mercilessness of the road. I didn't wait for the miracle, but the abyss of despair. My father died in battle, and my brother's life and death were unknown. In a short day, my Lin family was completely scattered."
Lin Xiao's head fell down again, and the fire of the whole soul began to fade. The girl in green was full of anxious color. Tears kept flowing down her eyes. She shook her head vigorously and murmured:
"it's not like this, it's not, it's not. You still have me. You should cheer up and at least live a strong life."
Qingniantong turns around and hugs Lin Xiao in her arms. A green light appears on her body. The shadow of a tree appears behind her. She divides branches into a big umbrella to cover the snowflakes above their heads.
Then a voice came out of the darkness not far away. Qingniantong suddenly turned back and saw a huge dark golden carriage slowly driving out of the snow. Then the whole tombstone was surrounded by a handle of torches, and the torches shone out faces of resolute warriors.
The heavy shield stands horizontally, and the sharp blade comes out of the scabbard. The carriage slowly approaches the tombstone and stops beside them. The curtain is lifted by one hand and a young man comes out.
Wearing a dignified cap, the boy still has the purple robe embroidered with twelve emblems on his body. The jade pendant and jade hook on his waist collide with each other, and a small dagger of the size of a palm can be seen faintly. It is this flashing dagger that makes Zhao Yu appear in front of the glorious master and stab out the fourth sword of killing God.
Zhao Yu goes to the tombstone without words. He looks down at him in silence. Liang Po's big figure appears behind him. Along with Liang Po, there is also a thin monk with a mask.
Sitianjian No.9, Daxia hyena, commander of Tianjian of endless mountain.
"Who set up this monument?"
Zhao Yu's light voice of inquiry sounded, and Si Jiu, who was behind him, knelt on one knee and respectfully replied:
"Your Highness, before the fourth army arrived here, the wordless stele had already existed, so it should be the enemy's work."
Zhao Yu said softly, but in the induction of all the people, the rolling imperial power swept around, just like the anger of heaven, which proved that the master of the summer was not calm, and Sijiu's head was lower. He said again:
"when I arrived in the afternoon, I found that there were four kinds of breath left in this place: the first was the extremely high temperature flame, the second and the third was extremely pure However, there is still a trace of cold breath. Although the breath remains very little, it goes directly to the source. Therefore, it is the last breath that caused the death of Zhenyu marquis. Most importantly, there is a similar breath on the wordless stele. "
"The flame is the Marquis of Zhenyu. Undoubtedly, the mouse of mingzong and the holy light of the Empire are very good judges. Who else is there in the world except the female saint in the snow field of the far north?""I don't know my humble position, but I don't know how old I am, because I haven't been a great master yet."
Si Jiu's young response has a trace of shame.
"This time, we failed in our duty, but the glory of the summer is to be brave after knowing the shame. So I'll give him another chance. I don't ask you to catch him immediately. But within three days, I want to know who he is, who he has met, and how he came here."
"Yes."
Si Jiu bowed, and then quietly retreated. Only a few people in front of the tablet fell silent. When Lin Xiao, the originally lifeless little murderer, heard the four breath, he had a fierce reaction in his empty eyes. He broke away from qingniantong's arm and fell down on the ground. Then he slowly climbed to Zhao Yu and yelled in a low voice:
" Your highness, your highness, you must tell me who that man is. You must
"Lin Xiao, calm down, Lin Xiao."
Qing Niantong leaned forward, Lin Xiao was still struggling forward, his face was manic, his voice was hoarse and incomparable.
Qing Niantong behind the ancient tree road soul out of a branch, knock on Lin Xiao's neck, and send out a faint green light, the latter fell into a coma.
Zhao Yu gently stretched out his right hand and stroked the wordless stele in front of him. After a long time, he gently opened his mouth and said:
"both gods and people revere the people who died in the war. Since the monument has been erected here, he will put forward the word, and take frost and snow as the tomb. Zhenyu Hou Linlang, the posthumous Duke of Zhenyu and his posthumous title of Zhongwu, will be buried on a selected day."
After that, Zhao Yu turned around and walked back to the carriage. Before he came to the carriage, he stopped and his steady voice rang out again:
"when he wakes up, you tell him that I intend to form a Tianhui army in addition to the Fourth Army. If he wants to, he can come to Baidi palace to find me."
www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
The wasteland to the north of the capital city of Bainei is already inaccessible, and few ordinary people are willing to go there except for the monks and troops who go to the endless mountain. One is that it is covered with debris and frozen soil, and there is no attraction at all. The second reason is that there are many ghost legends in the Shenjing city. It is said that when the city was besieged by foreigners, almost all the satellite cities in the periphery were slaughtered, and countless evil spirits wandered on the wasteland. Therefore, most of the people stayed away from it. The night wasteland with heavy snow rolling down is like a terrible ghost with a big mouth and a choice of people. In the mouth of the fierce ghost, it seems that there are countless ghosts wandering around, emitting a palpable roar. However, there is the spirit of killing and cutting in the wind and snow, as well as the iron and masculine spirit of ghost's change. The Qi and blood flowing into the sky, like blood smoke, formed a huge blood sun in the sky. With the sound of armor collision, it blew away the blizzard and illuminated the surrounding area. Two hundred miles north of the wilderness, accumulated for half a day, the Blizzard has completely covered the ruins caused by the battle and turned into a vast expanse of white again. This is the mercilessness of the road and time. Time can quickly erase the damage caused by the Friar's battle, but it can not erase the extreme grief of the undead. There is a tombstone in the snow. The tombstone has no words. It has been cut into a square and upright shape by people. It is as calm and calm as Lin Lang, Grand Marshal of endless mountain in summer. There were two figures kneeling in front of the tombstone, their heads white under the heavy snow. Lin Xiao, the eldest son of Zhenyu Marquis's mansion, was full of dim and despairing eyes. His head, kneeling in front of the tombstone, hung low, and his red clothes under the snow became like the dark red after blood coagulation in half a day. Beside him, kneeling was a young girl, whose blue coat had been wet by the snow, including three thousand green silk on her head. The snow melted into water and flowed down the delicate face from the girl's hair to the ground. "You don't have to be with me. You go." Lin Xiao's voice is very hoarse. Since the disappearance of the second young master, he has hardly entered the water. Qingyi girl qingniantong did not speak, but shook her head stubbornly, and the snow between her hair fell all around. "What you often said is wrong. No matter how the world changes, the sun above your head will rise normally. It doesn't mean that miracles will always appear, but the mercilessness of the road. I didn't wait for the miracle, but the abyss of despair. My father died in battle, and my brother's life and death were unknown. In a short day, my Lin family was completely scattered." Lin Xiao's head fell down again, and the fire of the whole soul began to fade. The girl in green was full of anxious color. Tears kept flowing down her eyes. She shook her head vigorously and murmured: "it's not like this, it's not, it's not. You still have me. You should cheer up and at least live a strong life." Qingniantong turns around and hugs Lin Xiao in her arms. A green light appears on her body. The shadow of a tree appears behind her. She divides branches into a big umbrella to cover the snowflakes above their heads. Then a voice came out of the darkness not far away. Qingniantong suddenly turned back and saw a huge dark golden carriage slowly driving out of the snow. Then the whole tombstone was surrounded by a handle of torches, and the torches shone out faces of resolute warriors. The heavy shield stands horizontally, and the sharp blade comes out of the scabbard. The carriage slowly approaches the tombstone and stops beside them. The curtain is lifted by one hand and a young man comes out. Wearing a dignified cap, the boy still has the purple robe embroidered with twelve emblems on his body. The jade pendant and jade hook on his waist collide with each other, and a small dagger of the size of a palm can be seen faintly. It is this flashing dagger that makes Zhao Yu appear in front of the glorious master and stab out the fourth sword of killing God. Zhao Yu goes to the tombstone without words. He looks down at him in silence. Liang Po's big figure appears behind him. Along with Liang Po, there is also a thin monk with a mask. Sitianjian No.9, Daxia hyena, commander of Tianjian of endless mountain. "Who set up this monument?" Zhao Yu's light voice of inquiry sounded, and Si Jiu, who was behind him, knelt on one knee and respectfully replied: "Your Highness, before the fourth army arrived here, the wordless stele had already existed, so it should be the enemy's work." Zhao Yu said softly, but in the induction of all the people, the rolling imperial power swept around, just like the anger of heaven, which proved that the master of the summer was not calm, and Sijiu's head was lower. He said again: "when I arrived in the afternoon, I found that there were four kinds of breath left in this place: the first was the extremely high temperature flame, the second and the third was extremely pure However, there is still a trace of cold breath. Although the breath remains very little, it goes directly to the source. Therefore, it is the last breath that caused the death of Zhenyu marquis. Most importantly, there is a similar breath on the wordless stele. " "The flame is the Marquis of Zhenyu. Undoubtedly, the mouse of mingzong and the holy light of the Empire are very good judges. Who else is there in the world except the female saint in the snow field of the far north?""I don't know my humble position, but I don't know how old I am, because I haven't been a great master yet." Si Jiu's young response has a trace of shame. "This time, we failed in our duty, but the glory of the summer is to be brave after knowing the shame. So I'll give him another chance. I don't ask you to catch him immediately. But within three days, I want to know who he is, who he has met, and how he came here." "Yes." Si Jiu bowed, and then quietly retreated. Only a few people in front of the tablet fell silent. When Lin Xiao, the originally lifeless little murderer, heard the four breath, he had a fierce reaction in his empty eyes. He broke away from qingniantong's arm and fell down on the ground. Then he slowly climbed to Zhao Yu and yelled in a low voice: " Your highness, your highness, you must tell me who that man is. You must "Lin Xiao, calm down, Lin Xiao." Qing Niantong leaned forward, Lin Xiao was still struggling forward, his face was manic, his voice was hoarse and incomparable. Qing Niantong behind the ancient tree road soul out of a branch, knock on Lin Xiao's neck, and send out a faint green light, the latter fell into a coma. Zhao Yu gently stretched out his right hand and stroked the wordless stele in front of him. After a long time, he gently opened his mouth and said: "both gods and people revere the people who died in the war. Since the monument has been erected here, he will put forward the word, and take frost and snow as the tomb. Zhenyu Hou Linlang, the posthumous Duke of Zhenyu and his posthumous title of Zhongwu, will be buried on a selected day." After that, Zhao Yu turned around and walked back to the carriage. Before he came to the carriage, he stopped and his steady voice rang out again: "when he wakes up, you tell him that I intend to form a Tianhui army in addition to the Fourth Army. If he wants to, he can come to Baidi palace to find me." www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
