Chapter 416: East, East

Ding, ding, ding————

The crisp sound of war gongs rang out one after another in the snowy field in the middle of the night, scaring all the surrounding birds and beasts away.

The Rong people's vanguard general was beheaded with a sword by Weiming Hou in front of tens of thousands of people, causing chaos in the military camp. Some people pounded gongs and drums and sounded the alarm.

The night was originally quiet, but now it was noisy. Many people stared at the hundred-foot groove cut by Zhao Wumian's sword, standing on the ground in a daze, lost in thought.

Beheading operations were not uncommon. Over the years, the Rong people had sent many assassins, and the imperial court had also sent many killers.

They fought back and forth, until they were bloody.

Even Wudamu had personally assassinated the emperor, but the two previous emperors of the court were both top military masters. Even if their martial arts skills were weaker than Wudamu's, they were only slightly weaker, so it was difficult to kill him.

But in the sixty years that the two sides have been fighting, no one has ever been so open and aboveboard, showing up in the heart of the military camp, drawing his sword to kill people, and then leaving in a huff.

Come as you please and leave as you please. Do you think the military camp is a brothel?

If Zhao Wumian can kill Black Crow today, he can kill the Khan tomorrow, and he can kill everyone on the grassland.

Thinking of this, even the soldiers who were on the edge of a knife couldn't help but tremble in their hearts, and their legs trembled like they were playing a pipa.

Someone consoled them: "If Zhao Wumian wanted to kill someone, he would kill the Imperial Master or the Shaman. Why would he condescend to go against ordinary soldiers like us?"

"He is using his martial arts to kill us, which is like killing a chicken with a butcher knife. It would be better to use this energy and time for other things. Look, he has already gone to find the shaman."

The Rong people, who were known for their bravery, ferocity and fearlessness, could only express their gratitude for having survived.

"It doesn't matter whether I die or not, I just don't see any hope..."

Some people collapsed to the ground with dazed eyes.

Zhao Wumian almost killed his way through the Central Plains martial arts world, and then caused a big commotion in Hetuo. Although he was famous all over the world, people in the grasslands had only heard of him but had never seen him in person, so there was always a lack of real sense of his fame.

Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I realize how vast the sea is and how high the mountains are.

The thirty years of the Dali Dynasty were the thirty years of Emperor Taizu Gao.

His martial arts skills are almost the same as Wudamu's. He is a man of both military and civil skills. He allows the country to recuperate and prosper.

The next twenty years were the twenty years of Emperor Jingzheng.

Although Emperor Jingzheng's martial arts skills were inferior to Wudamu's, his policy of the Ten Martial Masters appeased a group of people from the martial arts world, eased the relationship between the court and the martial arts world, stabilized the country internally, and developed armaments externally.

Although Wu Kui’s combat power is slightly weaker than that of the grassland, what he lacks in quality can be made up for in quantity, and his national strength is far superior to that of the grassland.

Now, after waiting for so long for Emperor Jingzheng's death, Crown Prince Luo Shu's ambition was too great, which led to the loss of Piantou Pass in Jin. In addition, due to the struggle for the throne and internal strife in the Central Plains, the power of the court was greatly reduced.

This should have been the most promising year, but how come Zhao Wumian suddenly appeared?

Emperor Taizu Gaodi had three decades, Emperor Jingzheng had two decades, and what about Zhao Wumian? How many more decades could he protect the Dali Dynasty?

I heard that he is not yet thirty years old this year.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel despair.

Since Zhao Wumian's purpose of coming here was not to mow the grass, Deputy General Black Crow saved his life. When he saw this scene, he knew that this was a sign of the army's morale collapse.

As he had the highest military rank at the moment, he could only grit his teeth and give orders, but he did not dare to send anyone to chase after them. Instead, he reorganized the camp as quickly as possible and changed the camping position.

No matter how skilled Zhao Wumian is in martial arts, it is impossible for him to kill all 100,000 soldiers. But now that he is gone, if he delays for a few more hours, the Yanyun Cavalry might come to attack.

By then, this attack on the pass would have ended in failure before the troops could be dispatched.

Send some people to collect the stray horses. The accompanying horses are all carefully selected military horses, some of which can travel a thousand miles a day. If we give them all to Zhao Wumian and let him take them to the interior of the country...

Who is the Rong people?
In the past, they were the only ones who could sweep the autumn wind, but now they are being robbed...


Ta-da! Ta-da!

The plain Arabian horse was galloping across the snowfield, like a sharp blade piercing the snow curtain. The wind and snow were driven by the strong wind as it galloped, and flew wildly.

Zhao Wumian was still dressed in white, spotless, with the Qingxu sword slung over his waist, and his hands passed through Guan Yunshu's small waist, holding the reins.

He was dressed like a swordsman in white, looking like a true swordsman, but how he wore the clothes obviously depended on the person.

Ordinary people wearing white robes look ostentatious, but Zhao Wumian looks elegant and refined when he wears them.

However, there were no prisoners rescued from the camp around the two men. Obviously, they had been arranged by Zhao Wumian to return to the interior.

Zhao Wumian was too lazy to get involved in matters like reporting military intelligence and whether to arrange personnel to quickly attack the Rongren military camp. Anyway, there were professionals in this area among the people he rescued, so there was no need for him, an outsider, to worry about it.

As those Rong people thought, with Zhao Wumian's martial arts and spirit, there was obviously no need to waste his energy and time on killing these soldiers.

Shamantian and Wudamu are his biggest concerns.

Only when they died would the Rong people truly lose the capital to compete with the imperial court.

Although Guan Yunshu is tall, she still looks a bit fragile as she leans against Zhao Wumian.

She seldom rode on the same horse with Zhao Wumian. Sometimes, even when there was only one horse, Zhao Wumian would let her sit while he led the horse from below, just like he was marrying a wife.

Now she was outside the Great Wall, the conditions were difficult, and people in the martial arts world were not particular about trivial matters, so she didn't say much.

He just held the saddle lightly with both hands and sat upright, not sitting too close to Zhao Wumian, appearing neither intimate nor distant.

It was as if when she returned to the identity of Guan Yunshu, the person who was passionately kissing Zhao Wumian in the tent was no longer her.

But she forgot that she had just robbed many horses from the soldiers, and she could have ridden another one.

Perhaps the two of them had tacitly thought about traveling around the world together with swords.

Zhao Wumian didn't care about these details. He just looked up at the night sky in the east, thinking about Mo Jingxue and Shamantian in his heart.

At this time, Guan Yunshu spoke.

"With your martial arts skills, whether you kill the vanguard general or save the prisoners, you can do it secretly without anyone noticing. Why take that risk?"

Galloping on horseback, the wind and snow blew on her face, which was not very comfortable. She took out her felt hat and put it on her hair. A few strands of black hair stuck out from under the hat and were blown by the wind on Zhao Wumian's face.

Zhao Wumian retracted his gaze, his expression unchanged. He stretched out a hand to pinch Guan Yunshu's smooth hair and looked at her, and asked curiously:

"Are you worried about me?"

"kindness."

Zhao Wumian was speechless again. Every time he saw Yunshu's undisguised concern for him, he was moved.

He laughed and said, "Mo Jingxue made such a big fuss in the east. As the saying goes, when the wind rises and the clouds surge, the dragons and snakes emerge from the land. How can I be a person who hides his head and shows his tail?"

"I don't understand..."

Guan Yunshu didn't give Zhao Wumian the chance to play with her hair. She raised her hand and pulled her hair down again. Then she turned around to look at her. There was a bit of confusion on her pretty face, but she looked strangely cute in the wind and snow.

"Because you like to fight, do you want to put yourself in danger?"

“With my martial arts, I am not dangerous, so I will naturally compete with Mo Jingxue. But even if I don’t have this martial arts, I still have to compete with him.”

Guan Yunshu was even more confused, and continued to talk about him as if she was scolding her husband's wife.

"If you have proven that you are stronger than Mo Jingxue, you can just kill him. Why use such a reckless method?"

"All men are like this."

Zhao Wumian answered with words that every husband would say.

Guan Yunshu glanced at him again, as if he couldn't do anything about him, so he looked away and looked forward.
"But your sword is quite worn out, isn't it? Your heart is beating very fast."

"That sword contains the "Taixu Xuanyuan Jue" of Huanzhen Pavilion and the "Wan Wuchen" of Taixuan Palace. It is more than enough to fry fish, but when fighting against a master, this move will waste too much energy..."

Zhao Wumian paused slightly, then remembered something and laughed a few times.

"But my heart is beating fast because your hair just brushed my face."

"kindness?"

Guan Yunshu actually raised her hand to pinch her hair, then turned back and tickled Zhao Wumian's face.

"Then why isn't your heart beating faster at this moment? You're lying."

Guan Yunshu's unintentional little gestures, mixed with the subtle fragrance of her hair, would not only move Zhao Wumian, but also make him fall in love.

"It's true that you're lying. My heart is beating faster because it's a rare opportunity for us to ride on the same horse. Why don't you try getting closer?"

"Don't think that just because I like you, you can say such flirtatious words to me casually. If ordinary people hear it, they will think I am some kind of vulgar nun who is violating moral standards."

She said this seriously, but unfortunately her words had no harm to those who heard them.

Zhao Wumian smiled happily.

The nun started to get angry. She felt that she was being serious and not joking at all.

Amid laughter and joy, the horses left a trail of light footprints on the snow.

Soon the wind and snow stopped, and the day after tomorrow gradually brightened. A fiery red sun slowly rose from the horizon of the snowy field, emitting bright and brilliant light.

A thin mist also surrounded the sky, but it was soon blown away by the sunlight, dispelling the darkness on the horizon. Two people and one horse galloped towards the place where the sun rose.

The ground is covered with silver, and the view seems to reach thousands of miles away. Right in front of you is a half-rising red sun.

The red morning light cast a long, narrow black shadow behind them.

Although the horse's hooves sounded as rapid as thunder, Zhao Wumian and Guan Yunshu did not feel anxious at all. Instead, they felt relaxed and natural, enjoying the vast scenery.

The two of them rode together, feeling light-hearted and naturally open-minded.

The sky of the grassland seemed to be connected to the horizon, so it always seemed within reach. Zhao Wumian looked back at this moment.

It seems to be three feet and three meters away from the sky.


Mo Jingxue was on the eastern front, not too far from here. After all, Goguryeo's target was also Yagu Pass, and they couldn't set up their military camp tens of thousands of miles away.

According to the information obtained by Zhao Wumian, Shamantian left the military camp early in the morning after hearing the news about Mo Jingxue, and did not even wait for the blood coagulation pill to be refined.

But Zhao Wumian couldn't tell whether Shamantian was going to look for Mo Jingxue, or secretly went to Yahu Pass, or somewhere else.

Therefore, he did not call his aunt, and still let her stabilize the situation inside the pass.

He would never let down his guard before killing Shamantian with his own hands, not to mention... Wudamu was still unknown where he was.

Zhao Wumian’s idea was naturally good, and he took all aspects into consideration, but unfortunately he still didn’t understand Shamantian very well.

Or, in other words, we cannot pin our hopes on Shamantian's temperament for such a major event.

Shamantian didn't care that Zhao Wumian broke into the military camp at night, killed people and robbed horses, and acted recklessly, nor did he care whether the Rong people could break through Yanyun and enter the Central Plains.

He only cared about the fact that Mo Jingxue, Zhao Wumian and he were all outside the Great Wall, and his own ascension.

But he forgot why he was so obsessed with ascending to become an immortal.

But people who practice martial arts are always determined to move forward. As long as there is a way to go, they will naturally go for it, even if it means fighting with others and getting beaten to a bloody pulp... Isn't this normal?

He wanted to kill him, he wanted to kill him, and they were both looking for each other's whereabouts.

With Mo Jingxue appearing openly on the east side, both Zhao Wumian and Shamantian would naturally go east. I believe Mo Jingxue also knows this.

With the martial arts skills of these three people, they can break all defenses with one force. Ordinary ambushes are useless, and playing tricks is even more difficult. Attracting attention and sowing discord is easy to do.

Wudamu has been fighting with the Dali Dynasty for so many years, and this is not the first time that Luo Shuzhi has tried to kill him. But to this day, Wudamu is still at large, which is a testament to this.

If they want to kill each other, they can only rely on themselves, and they only believe in their own martial arts.

So Mo Jingxue will wait for Zhao Wumian and Shamantian.

The three of them knew this very well, so they all headed east at the same time.
He will come... all three of them thought so.

However, when Zhao Wumian broke into the military camp at night, Shamantian came to an old place.

Located inside the Great Wall, on an ordinary night, in an ordinary town, in an ordinary courtyard.

Dilapidated, cramped and narrow.

The gate had long since rotted away, and was covered with grooves and streaks from the passage of time, and the courtyard wall had long since been covered with ivy.

Shamantian stood in front of the courtyard gate. He was wearing gray clothes, with an upright posture and an overly young face full of vitality, which was completely out of place with the dilapidated courtyard in front of him.

He looked at the door frame without a plaque, silent, and after a moment he whispered to himself:
"I have lived for more than a hundred years. Most people think that the greatest benefit is the martial arts accumulated over time. But in my opinion, the greatest benefit of living a long life is that no one knows about my past..."

He raised his only remaining hand and gently pushed the door. The door, which had long been unable to bear the weight, immediately made a crisp creaking sound, and then it fell backwards, hit the ground, and broke with a snap.

Shamantian stepped over the ruins of the door in a daze and looked towards the yard.

He remembered that there used to be a plum tree in the yard...but it was no longer there.

However, there was a tree growing in the dry well in the yard, but now even the tree had dried up.

The floor tiles that were once trampled black and covered with moss are now covered with snow, with only a few hints of green showing through.

Shamantian is 110 years old this year. You should know that the Dali Dynasty has only been established for nearly 60 years, which means that he was born in the previous dynasty.

At that time, Yanyun was still under the jurisdiction of the Rong people.

Everyone knows that Shamantian's mother is a Rong people, but no one knows that his father is from the Central Plains.

This courtyard is the house of his father and mother, and also the ancestral home of Shamantian.

He stood in front of the door, looking at the dead tree in the well, lost in thought.

The snow is still falling. I don’t know how much snow has accumulated in this yard. It has melted and fallen countless times.

I only know that dead trees have no leaves, and the snow becomes the branches and leaves.

Shamantian had no idea how his parents met each other, let alone how they got married despite the hatred between the Rong people and the people of the Central Plains.

But in his memory, when he lived in this courtyard as a child, he would use a paddle to draw water from the well in midsummer and sprinkle it on his body, and in winter he would wrap himself in a sheepskin coat and count the plum blossoms in the courtyard, which was quite pleasant and relaxing.

He looked at the dead tree, wondering why he came to this place.

He thought that although he was confident, this fight with Zhao Wumian and Mo Jingxue would certainly be dangerous, and it was possible that he would never come back, so he wanted to visit his ancestral home before heading east.

Could this be the reason? He didn't know.

He wanted to come, so he came, but he didn't know why he wanted to come.

He subconsciously stroked the human-skin drum hanging around his waist, but he stroked nothing.

His hand was broken by Cuo Jinboshanlu... This was his usual hand for stroking the human-skin drum.

Only a few months have passed and I haven't adjusted to the habit yet.

He hung the human-skin drum on the side of his waist where he had his hand, and then stepped into the yard. He bent sideways and took a look around the yard, and saw a few touches of green under the snow.

There are some wild vegetables...This place was their family’s former vegetable garden.

"Hey, the trees are all dead, but you guys are still strong."

Shamantian burst into laughter, remembering the pork and cabbage dumplings his mother used to cook for him every winter.

The Rong people did not have the custom of eating dumplings, and Shamantian did not eat them either. But because his mother loved to eat them, he also ate them for a few years when he was a child.

It is no longer available now.

He reminisced for a moment, then suddenly pulled up the wild vegetables, walked into the kitchen, swept away the cobwebs and dust, and took out a small porcelain jar that was barely usable.

Sheng Xue boiled water and threw the wild vegetables into it.

He remembered his mother once told him that snow was very dirty and even if you boiled water with it, it would not be drinkable.

dirty?

Shamantian stood at the door of the kitchen and looked back. The sky and the earth were all silver white.

When the snow water in the porcelain pot boiled, he broke off two short branches from a dead tree and used them as chopsticks. Then he sat on the stone steps in front of the lobby, put the porcelain pot between his thighs, and ate the cooked wild vegetables in silence.

It had a dry and tasteless texture and was difficult to swallow, but Shamantian couldn't taste it either.

He ate alone, in a daze.

Suddenly, the old porcelain jar broke, and the boiling water immediately fell on his thighs and lower abdomen, flowing down and dripping into the snow, making a hissing sound.

With Shamantian's martial arts, he didn't feel any pain, but he didn't want to get wet. The severed hand that was not holding the chopsticks subconsciously wanted to reach into his arms to get something to wipe it, but he suddenly remembered that he only had one hand left.

But when he glanced, his body froze. In a trance, he saw a hand taking out a handkerchief for him and wiping his thighs and abdomen.

This hand is very thin, and the palm has some rough calluses...it is a hand that all working women in the world have.

Scenes from his childhood flashed before his eyes. He seemed to see a woman in a plain dress, laughing and scolding him for being careless and only causing trouble for himself.

He followed the hand and looked up.

There was nothing in the yard except the silvery white snow.

Shamantian's usually calm expression suddenly became uncontrollably ferocious, as if he was crying, with tears in his eyes.

He knew why he came to this ancestral home.

He misses his mother.

I also remembered why I was so obsessed with ascending to heaven.

He wants to find his mother.

……

After dawn, Shamantian walked out of the yard, his expression as calm as usual.

He also went east.

(End of this chapter)

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