Chen Jingcang's nosy affair in Ningyuan City was a temporary but effective means, although Chen Jingcang was injured, he could subdue a few ruffians and hooligans, and he would not be beaten back. And the old Mr. Helian Zhou, who has always been kept in the dark, is also unexpected, his appearance makes the whole plan lively, Chen Jingcang followed the old man all the way to Brocade City, everything is logical, if he can enter the city safely and has not been betrayed by Xu Jinshi, at this time he must have connected with Chen Feizhu, then Chen Jingcang can say that his life is worry-free.

But it backfired.

When he arrived in Ningyuan City, Chen Jingcang was vigilant in his heart, and felt that the saucer lurking in the shadows would make the last killing move, because once they entered the city, they would not be able to kill people with great fanfare. He also guessed correctly, the sword outside the city, the sword inside the city, is a moment of life and death.

He didn't know that someone would return the favor with a sword, and he didn't know that there was a sword in the city that cut off the hundred black dragons.

However, he should also know that he had a fight yesterday, that scene deceived many people, and he successfully relied on a splash to convey the important news that he was already in Ningyuan at this time and was about to arrive at the brocade tomorrow.

This time, he was safe, and his own planning accounted for a large proportion, and Chen Feizhu, who came to help, was also as timely as charcoal in the snow.

Looking at Chen Feizhu at this time, he slowly picked up the dying Chen Jingcang, and his lips trembled slightly: "I'll take you home." ”

There are too many people in this world who can't help themselves, and this is the case with the royal leader who drew his sword and slashed the black dragon, even the one sitting on the dragon chair. Chen Jingcang in front of him is even more so.

Chen Feizhu originally thought that if Chen Jingcang stayed in the imperial city with peace of mind, waiting for the crown prince to be crowned and become the emperor of a country, she would no longer have to worry about him, but Chen Jingcang's choice was really incomprehensible to her.

Gui is the only son of a country, and he should have successfully taken over the throne and dominated the Central Plains.

If he wants to be the ruler of the world, he will definitely stand firmly behind him and shout for him, even if he can't shake the supreme dragon flag that symbolizes the unification of the world and the unity of all the people, he can shout hoarsely.

But he chose to be a martial artist and wanted to be the strongest person in the world. Chen Feizhu had no choice but to walk with him, looking forward to one day reaching the peak of martial arts together and being the one standing behind him.

She remembered that he said that the emperor of the world still can't do what he wants, and I can't do everything for the people, and I care about the people.

I just want justice, a justice that he doesn't want and doesn't dare to ask for.

He wants to use his knife and his fist little by little to get back the justice that should belong to him, the justice of his family.

Therefore, since he was sensible, he practiced diligently, always looking forward to the day when a pair of fists would smash that door and smash all the people in it.

But before that, there were still a few people he wanted to kill, and in fact, those people were just puppets of the people in the door.

Perhaps, those people did nothing wrong, but there is no reason to kill them, and the person in the world who tells you his truth must be the most unreasonable.

He Chen Jingcang wants to be the person who only reasoned with others, and his truth is the truth.

After ten years of hard work, his martial arts have reached the second grade.

Martial arts one way, four realms.

If you reach the second grade, you can call it the Great Martial Sect, and then you will have to divide it more delicately.

Fourfold heaven and earth, the first is King Kong, Buddhism called King Kong is not bad, and the second is to pass the sky, Taoist heaven and man induction called one thought to the sky, three Qiankun, fighting the Qiankun.

Qiankun, fighting with the sky and fighting with the earth, is the name of the coffin covered by the martial artists of the world.

Above the universe is called the flying immortal outside the sky, that is, the flying immortal.

Linked to immortals, they are the people at the peak of this world.

Feixian, looking all over the rivers and lakes, and even the whole world, there are only one or two.

There have been people who have wandered in the East China Sea, and they have seen people walking on their swords, and they are indescribably free, and a sword can cross the East China Sea with a sword that is tens of thousands of miles.

If someone hadn't seen it with their own eyes, I'm afraid the whole world wouldn't know that there was still that flying immortal.

And he, Chen Jingcang, knew that if someone was guarding a door, he would be a flying immortal, or even more unfathomable.

The current Chen Jingcang may not even be an ant in front of him, even if Chen Jingcang at this time is the son of the emperor of a country. But what the man holds in his hand is the gateway between heaven and earth, who does he need to fear?

Chen Jingcang has never understood why his mother asked him to go to Liangzhou before she died, and he seems to have understood a little in recent years, but he doesn't quite understand.

There are many wars in Liangzhou, and there are tragedies everywhere where families are broken and wives are separated.

He tried to understand his mother's intention, was it to let himself look down on the heavenly cycle of birth, old age, sickness and death?

Chen Jingcang still didn't quite understand what was more important than filial piety in front of his mother.

Father and mother joined forces to lay out, and the monthly letter from his mother made Chen Jingcang still believe that his mother was alive in this world, he could still see her, and he could still hear a few words of chatter: Yuanli, don't be angry with your father, it's not easy for him to make the whole world peaceful, he wants the people of Li to live happily, you have to understand your father.

Our Chen family has never owed anything to other people's families, since your father has chosen to be an emperor, you have to understand your father's painstaking efforts.

Don't blame your father for your mother's affairs, he has done well enough.

When you come back from Liangzhou, I will help you set up Feizhu's marriage and give her a name.

Remember not to lose your temper outside, listen to your uncle, and don't be rash.

Chen Jingcang had a dream, the woman in the dream said these words to him, the words were full of advice, full of care, he smiled, it turned out that his mother was still there, it turned out that his mother was still worried that he was not doing well enough.

You don't have to worry about anything, you don't care if your father doesn't avenge you, your father doesn't say for you that those people are not, I don't want anything, I don't want the most precious position in the world, I just want you to talk to me.

The woman in the dream said again: "Yuanli, my mother is leaving." After the woman finished speaking, she reached out and touched Chen Jingcang's head, and the figure gradually faded and finally dissipated.

Chen Jingcang suddenly woke up: "Don't!"

The whole person stood up, startled Chen Feizhu on the side, reached out to hold Chen Jingcang's hand, and said slowly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

Once upon a time, a little boy said the same thing to himself.

She was six years old that year, and the little boy was no more than three or four years old.

In the dark wooden door, she hid alone in the corner, and she was terrified.

She listened to the shouts and screams outside the house, her lips were drenched in blood from her own bite, she was too young to do anything, she could only wait.

I don't know how long it took, someone pushed open the wooden door and walked inside, and the noise of fighting outside was much quieter.

She saw a little boy who seemed to have just wiped his snot off with his hand, and said to herself with a smile: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

The little boy stretched out his hand, and she didn't know what drove her, but she also stretched out her hand.

When she held the little boy's hand, she felt the warmth coming from the little boy's hand, and she seemed to be afraid of nothing.

She only heard that Chen Jingcang, who was only four years old at the time, rushed to Chang'an with his relatives, and happened to encounter the tragedy of her family on the way, but it came a little late, her parents and relatives died at the hands of the rebels, and she was the only one in the entire Chen family who survived.

Suddenly, Chen Jingcang's hand moved, and Chen Feizhu woke up from his memories.

Chen Jingcang opened his eyes, his eyes were full of weakness and said, "Sister, pour me a glass of water, I'm thirsty." ”

Chen Feizhu snorted coldly: "It's good to die of thirst, it's troublesome to save the province." ”

Chen Jingcang was stunned.

Chen Feizhu still poured a glass of water for Chen Jingcang, slowly helped Chen Jingcang up and said, "Get up and drink it yourself." ”

"Sister, I can't move, you feed me. ”

The frost flashed in Chen Xiaozhu's eyes, and Chen Jingcang was so frightened that he hurriedly said, "Help me lean, I'll come by myself." ”

At this time, Chen Jingcang leaned on the bed and looked around, and his brows warmed: "Sister, you are still the best for me." ”

"Don't talk to me, I don't want to talk to you right now. Chen Feizhu turned to leave.

Chen Jingcang smiled bitterly. Feeling a slight shaking, he put down the teacup in his hand and slowly walked off the bed, although his body was still very weak, but the physique of the second rank martial artist was also very comparable.

Chen Jingcang's expectation was not bad, Chen Feizhu was afraid of the bumpy carriage all the way, so he turned to the waterway to rush to Bingzhou, although the road was far away, but fortunately, Qingming had not arrived, and the remaining days would definitely be able to arrive.

Chen Jingcang knew that his mother's grave was not buried in the Houling Mausoleum at all, but was buried in Bingzhou, her hometown, in a quiet hill.

She made a decision with him, and after death, she must be in the same cave, not the tall and majestic imperial mausoleum, the back mausoleum, in the mountain forest where they wanted to live in seclusion. They always like to brag to themselves about how good it is, and they also want to take him there to live in seclusion, I didn't want to go before, but now when I want to go, no one will hold my hand, and I will be afraid.

There is a temple there, and there are often bells ringing in the temple, and the bells are even more empty in the mountains, far away, and they like that place.

And Chen Jingcang's purpose at this time is also the small tomb in the mountain. The tomb where the people he loved the most were buried.

He wondered if the withered grass in front of the grave would be plucked out, and if his mother's favorite flower would grow in front of the grave? Will his father come from Chang'an to see this place?

He didn't know that suddenly he was a little annoyed, his mother was lying quietly there alone, would he be afraid?

When he was a child, he was always afraid of the dark night, and he always liked to listen to his mother's stories.

He didn't know if his mother was waiting for him to put a stick of incense on her, kowtow a few times, pull out the green grass in front of the grave, sit and talk to her, talk about what has happened in the past few years, talk about it well, and let her mother know that she is starting to grow up.

But this time, he was going to tell a story to his mother, and this time his mother was lying down, and he knelt down to tell his favorite story as a child.

Chen Jingcang thought to himself: "My mother will like it too." ”

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