Suddenly, Chen Fusheng lifted the curtain, slid off the carriage, walked quickly to the ruined temple, pointed to the plaque and said, "Look, everyone. ”

I saw that on the plaque engraved with "reincarnation", the word "reincarnation" gradually disappeared, and was replaced by rebirth. This strange scene startled the old yellow head, who was already sleepless, and he didn't know what the mystery was. Chen Fusheng didn't continue to explain, but walked quickly into the ruined temple and looked around.

The old yellow head followed closely behind, and Yi Nanxing was worried about Chen Fusheng, so he also followed in quickly. The rest of the crowd did not dare to leave the carriage for some reason, so they could only stay where they were and wait. At this time, the three people in the ruined temple all gathered around the statue, looking at the big hole in the base of the statue, and said nothing.

Chen Fusheng didn't wait for Lao Huangtou and Yi Nanxing to speak, and said to himself: "This is a secret passage, but it has been sealed, there must be another way out." If this is the case, this person must still be in this ruined temple. ”

"Is that so?" The old yellow man's eyes widened, puzzled.

"This is the self-inflicted wisdom of the leader of the Rakshasa Sect, who thought that we knew nothing about the plaque of the ruined temple, and would naturally leave after resting. When he comes out again, he will be able to avoid our pursuit without knowing it. Chen Fusheng smiled and said the reason for the first half, and seemed to be seventy percent sure.

"Then how did you find out what clues he left behind?" The old yellow head was noncommittal, and then asked.

"I didn't find any clues, everything seemed normal. But another flaw is that he should not change the word 'reincarnation' to 'rebirth'.

This ruined temple is not a Buddhist temple, I am afraid it was also built to worship the evil gods of the Rakshasa Sect, and the 'reincarnation' is secretly in line with the Buddhist Zen machine, so in his opinion, it is naturally an anomaly. It's just that at this time, he changed this unreasonable to reasonable, and instead showed his feet. Chen Fusheng said, pointing to the back of the idol with his hand, and said in an accentuated tone.

The old yellow head comprehended, pretended to be suddenly enlightened, and glanced at Yi Nanxing, and the two of them wrapped their arms left and right, and moved towards the back of the idol.

Not long after Chen Fusheng's words fell, the two of them arrested the leader of the Rakshasa Sect from a secret passage behind the idol. The leader of this Rakshasa Sect thought that he would be able to hide from the sky and the sea with this method of attacking the east and west, but he never thought that because of his own snake painting, he would expose his hiding place.

When he was carried out by the two of them, he had long lost the arrogance he had just had, his legs trembled, and he begged for mercy repeatedly: "Heroes, there are a lot of adults, let me go." I'll tell you everything I know, don't kill me. ”

The old yellow head smiled contemptuously, "Wasn't it amazing just now?" What else is the 'Rakshasa blessing', your blessing has come. ”

"Don't, I also obey orders, in order to cooperate with the momentum of the chaotic army and bewitch the township, I have to make this decision, and I have no choice but to do it." The leader of the Rakshasa Sect cried and begged for mercy.

"As a last resort? Who can coerce you, Rakshasa Master. Luo Xiu stood beside the carriage and said lukewarmly.

"I'm not the leader of the Rakshasa Sect, I'm just the leader of the altar here. By the way, the man in white just now, he has a deep relationship with the Rakshasa Sect, and the Rakshasa Sect Master was single-handedly supported by him. "This leader, who had just been shouting the wind and rain on the altar, was like a weak chicken with his neck pinched, humble and helpless.

When he said this, he looked at the direction where Nalan had left just now, as if he was worried about the tragic end of the disaster. But after a pause, there was no hidden weapon shooting, and he was much more relieved.

Everyone was silent when they heard this, if this Mingyue Tower was related to the Rakshasa Sect, then I am afraid that this river and lake would never be peaceful again. According to this reason, Mingyue Tower has already infiltrated all parts of the rivers and lakes, and they no longer have a place to live. The rest of the road will be more difficult with each step.

Just when he hesitated, the heart that had been relieved was mentioned again. A man's distant voice floated in the distance, with a faint smile, "What did I tell you before I left?" Have you forgotten? ”

When the leader of the Rakshasa Sect heard this, he immediately collapsed to the ground, but before he could open his mouth, his tongue was cut off from the roots, and his mouth was full of blood, and he couldn't speak anymore.

Seeing this, the old yellow head shot in the direction of the sound almost at the same time, but in vain. As if sensing the success, Nalan's voice sounded again, "Small punishment and big commandment, since you can't keep it, there is no need to say it." As for your life, don't dirty my hands and kill yourself. ”

The leader of the Rakshasa Sect, who was paralyzed on the ground and covered his mouth full of blood, suddenly his eyes became dilated, he stood up slowly, bowed in the direction of the voice, and before everyone could stop him, he had already inserted his hand into his heart, and then took it out again.

The "blood red" danced in the palm of his hand, and his eyes gradually changed from sluggishness to pain, and everyone was stunned on the spot without knowing what was going on. After the leader of the Rakshasa Sect fell to the ground, Chen Fusheng sighed lightly, "In this way, there is a long way to go." ”

"What do you mean by that?" Luo Xiu asked with some confusion.

"For me, seek a glimmer of life. For Brother Gu, it is a long time to seek revenge. For you, I'm afraid it's an even more bloody and cruel fight. In the end, in the world, his ambition will never only shroud the ...... of the Tang Dynasty" Chen Fusheng's words were a little more desolate and helpless, it seemed that after this man appeared, everything would change.

Then why didn't he choose to do it at this moment? If you catch me all at this time, won't you have no worries? Hades finally asked.

"If I were him, I wouldn't do this......" Gu Xing's pale and decadent voice sounded from the carriage, with a hint of despair.

It is true that he no longer cares about life and death between people, he wants the whole world to be in his hands. And we are just an insignificant piece on his chessboard. It's dispensable, how can you care......" Chen Fusheng's tone trembled a little, as if he had an unprecedented fear of this man.

The woman who shook the fan gently held his hand and comforted his gradually cold heart.

"Okay, let's put aside these assumptions. One by one, you were so frightened by him that you lost your souls? The old man was not afraid of him. Without further ado, hit the road. The old yellow head seemed to be a little annoyed, and after snorting coldly, he urged.

Chen Fusheng did not continue to speak, slowly walked out of the carriage and sat in the sedan chair, and with a light sigh, "get up", the eight people lifted the sedan chair again and walked towards the unknown distance.

Everyone in Lonely Whistling Heights glanced at each other and silently followed. Old Huang Tou walked at the end of the line and muttered in a low voice: "Who is this Wei boy's master?" At this time, Wei Wuji in the carriage fell asleep under the care of the woman who shook the fan, and he seemed to have had a long, long dream, and in the dream, he smiled very happily.

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Nalan stood outside a deserted city, tugging at the corners of his mouth with a faint smile. At this time, it was almost dusk, and the warmth of the sky was a little less hot, but there were still some naughty people who were reluctant to leave in the evening breeze with the drama of playing during the day. The wind rose, from south to north, from time to time stroking Nalan's white clothes, and also stirring the artemisia grass at the head of the city, a depression......

Not far behind Nalan, over the camp tent that stretched for dozens of miles, there was curling smoke, and the long-lost fireworks in the world were incompatible with the ruins of this deserted city.

A rush of footsteps approached, and about thirteen or fourteen steps stopped. It was a general wearing armor and a horizontal sword, and an iron helmet, he looked at the white clothes, and there was a little more respect in his eyes, less contempt he once had.

The person who came didn't say anything, but just looked at it, his eyes swept over the white clothes, and he looked at the deserted city in front of him, with a little desolation and pathos.

Nalan didn't turn around, but said with an indifferent smile: "If there is wine at this time, would it be good to pay tribute to the souls of the dead here?" ”

The general behind him waved his hand, turned around and shouted in the direction of the military tent: "Wine!" ”

The military tent echoed with this short but powerful shout, which was the awe of the triumph of the living and the memorial of the eternal sleep of the deceased. No one knows whether Nalan has ever been on the battlefield, whether he knows that the rivers and lakes are big, but they are not as big as the battlefield, and the rivers and lakes are far less than the desolate and cruel truth of the battlefield.

But here he stood, after returning from the ruined temple, in silence for a long time, and any scorching wind blew through his spotless white clothes again and again......

Anyone who enlists in the army knows a truth, you don't wear white clothes on the battlefield. White is too pure, too sad. This is the remembrance of the living for the deceased, but it is not the benefit of the confrontation between the two armies. White means weakness, redness, and impending death.

But he didn't dare to criticize him, ordinary soldiers can't, soldiers can't, generals can't, and even Yu Tianfeng, who led the army this time, can't.

Yu Tianfeng knew Nalan many years ago, in that high-spirited era. It's a pity that each of them has to choose their own destiny, from beginning to end, and can no longer be changed. Yu Tianfeng chose righteousness, and the result of righteousness was "betraying the lord for glory".

But he doesn't care, these are just worldly opinions, and Nalan is a real roommate. It's just that he is a king and a loser, and he is standing here now, stepping on the rivers and lakes with the iron hoofed horse, and completing the new mission with Li Cunmiao's expectations.

With a strong aroma of wine, jars of liquor were carried over and placed between Yu Tianfeng and Nalan. Yu Tianfeng was waiting, waiting for Nalan's next sentence, he was not a little impatient, even if the sky had long since lost the light and shadow of the sunset, only the haze that slowly emerged.

Nalan raised his arm and raised his sword, and shouted in the most heroic voice: "Drink! ”

Yu Tianfeng raised his hand and pointed forward, and the soldiers moved a jar of liquor in the direction of the city gate. Nalan still didn't move, he seemed to be waiting, waiting for these deceased to "return" to the world again, and drink this bowl of spicy throat with him and them.

Wine jars were already placed in front of the deserted city, and next to each wine jar was a soldier with a solemn face. Nalan's expression gradually became solemn, he stood the long sword on his chest, raised it high, raised his head and shouted, "Break!" ”

These soldiers smashed the jar of wine when they heard the sound, and allowed the wine that was cherished by those in the ranks, and everyone cherished it, to flow freely in this land that had long been stained with blood. There was a hint of color in Nalan's eyes that he had never had before, it was a memory of when he once galloped the world, but it had been sealed in the dust all these years, but at this moment it was nakedly dug out without the slightest reservation.

Turning around, he walked briskly towards the tent. Nalan didn't stop at all, and Yu Tianfeng followed Nalan's footsteps and walked back. The soldiers waited for the liquor to drain from the broken jar, and then marched forward in unison, away from the deserted town.

When Nalan and Yu Tianfeng walked to the military tent, a team of archers had already ignited the arrow fire, aiming at the sky, as if to ignite the long-lost bright moon, making this somewhat cold night a little warmer. Maybe there won't be another temperature......