Yandu, Jiuxiang Mountain.

Jiuxiang Mountain, as the most famous Buddhist holy place in the entire Northland, has hundreds of believers, although the lights are endless, but after all, it is sparsely populated.

No way, people living in poor areas like the Northland often believe in their robes and swords.

As for Buddhism in search of the rewards of future lives?

Who believes!

In the Daxiong Hall of Jiuxiang Mountain, the smoke is filled, and the gilded Buddha statue is kind and kind-eyed, looking at the bottom.

An old man in his fifties was sitting cross-legged on a futon, closing his eyes and recuperating.

The old man was wearing a gray monk's plate, which looked simple and unpretentious, but his sturdy body supported the monk's robe, and it was conceivable that the strength of the old man's body must be amazing.

Between his eyebrows, he could vaguely see the color of perseverance, and the unique temperament of a soldier turned into a detachment after being soaked in Buddhist scriptures and incense.

On a shelf not far away, fruits and snacks are contributed, and behind these things, there is a knife wrapped in yellow cloth.

The edge is not revealed.

In fact, the knife has not been unsheathed for thirty years.

In his most youthful and magnificent years, the old man sealed the knife, entered the temple, and lived in seclusion.

The north is so big that no one knows why Su Hongyi, who is known as the "Garuda" of the north, suddenly became a Buddhist?

Such a question, along with Su Hongyi's thirty-year seclusion, gradually no one cared.

Rustle –

In the courtyard of the temple, there was the sound of footsteps.

A man and a woman, like two believers, came to this cold temple.

Although the man's face was young, he was already gray-haired, and his eyes were full of indifference to see through the world.

The woman, on the other hand, held the man's arm, her eyes were bright, and she looked at Su Hongyi's back with a hint of distress.

The crimson flowers on her forehead are as bright as peach blossoms.

The withered maple trees in Jiuxiang Mountain have gradually bloomed new shoots, full of greenery, and the two people stopped, and the man admired the arrival of spring.

A slight sigh.

The Buddha beads in Su Hong's hand no longer rotated.

He got up slowly, looked up at the gilded Buddha, his face was not sad or happy, but said softly:

"Why did the Third Highness come?"

A man and a woman, the man is none other than the three highnesses of the Northland, known as the "Northland Fox" Lu Muchu.

And the woman is naturally Lu Muchu's housekeeper - Su Yuqing.

Su Yuqing let go of the hand holding Lu Muchu, looked at Su Hongyi's back, and the sadness in her eyes became more and more sad, but she couldn't call out the "father".

Lu Muchu bowed slightly, "King Yan asked me to convey to General Su, you are now the commander of the northern land, the commander of the 'broken army', please go down the mountain as soon as possible and start the training of the 'broken army', when the spring begins, the army of the northern land will go south and set foot on the land of Cai County, and the Yang clan of Cai County, who has accumulated thirty percent of the wealth of the empire, it is time to spit out something." ”

Su Hongyi shook his head lightly, "'Breaking the army', the main killing, its enemies should be strong enemies, not those merchants in Cai County." ”

The old man's voice, eloquently, seemed to state an obvious fact.

Lu Muchu's heart moved, "General Su, this is ...... The Order of the King of Yan. ”

"Hey, hey, the order of the Yan King?"

Su Hongyi suddenly let out a sneer, he turned his head suddenly, under his dark eyebrows, a pair of starry eyes shone brightly, and at this moment it emitted a stunning light, where is there any Buddhist who sees through the indifference of the red dust!

"Third Highness, King Yan has led the 'broken army' for many years, and you don't understand the military soul of the 'broken army', that's it, as the third brother of King Yan and the capital of the north, you didn't know how to remind King Yan that you did a really good job!"

I don't know if I feel guilty in my heart or if I have a ghost in my heart, Lu Muchu's back suddenly felt a little chilly.

His father, Lao Yanwang Lu Dingbei, was right.

Garuda Su Hongyi is the smartest man in the North!

Lu Muchu was about to speak, but he caught a glimpse of Su Yuqing's worry out of the corner of his eye, so he smiled slightly, and then spoke: "Yue ...... Father-in-law, you are a smart person, what I want, you know. ”

As soon as the father-in-law's title came out, Su Yuqing on the side blushed a little.

She stood beside Lu Muchu and looked at her father with some hope.

But he still didn't speak.

Su Hong snorted, and a look of disdain appeared on his face, "Third Highness, I originally thought that you would become smart after a white head, but I didn't expect that you would be so impetuous, what do you want, what do you have to do with me?" ”

What do you have to do with me!

The four-word questioning is like four sharp arrows, shooting angrily!

Lu Muchu suddenly bent down and bowed, and when he got up again, he pointed to the sky and said firmly:

"The world! Father-in-law, what you want is this world, you have ambitions for the world, and I can give it to you. ”

Su Hongyi turned back suddenly.

The old knife in the Daxiong Treasure Hall let out a mournful roar.

Su Yuqing finally didn't hold back, she looked at the old man in front of her, tears raining down, "Father." ”

The corners of Su Hong's mouth were hooked, but it was Sen Ran's mocking color, "Boy, you want to marry my daughter, feel free, but if you want to rely on a few words and my daughter's tears, you want me to take refuge in you, thinking too much, not to mention ......"

He looked at Lu Muchu as if looking at the most disgusting existence, "Your body is flowing with the blood of the barbarians, the Lu clan in the north, the barbarians in the north for three hundred years, and now the king of Yan and that heavenly khan have joined forces, it is the current situation, but if you want this half of the barbarians to stand on my head and and pee, you kid, look for death!" ”

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the knife in the Daxiong Treasure Hall became more and more harsh!

It's like driving away uninvited guests!

The sound of the knife was condensed into a line, piercing the distance of ten zhang.

Two lines of blood flowed out of Lu Muchu's ears.

Crimson Terror!

Su Yuqing felt sorry for her Royal Highness, she glared at her father, she didn't expect her father to say such an excessive thing, and even made a move, she wanted to defend a few words, but Lu Muchu stretched out her hand and stopped Su Yuqing.

He looked at Su Hongyi, bowed again, and then turned to leave.

Su Yuqing looked at her father hatefully, and immediately turned around and followed Lu Muchu.

The sound of the knife stopped.

In the temple, purity was restored.

Su Hongyi sighed, a little lonely.

……

Three hundred miles north of the imperial capital of Bian'an City, hundreds of thousands of troops have begun to confront.

Countless camp tents, endlessly, on the flat land, the soldiers of the empire, is the most stable fortress.

Looking at the camp tent at the foot of the mountain, Zhao Ponu, who was climbing high on the top of the mountain and looking into the distance, had a solemn face.

As an imperial general, the burden on his body can be imagined.

And behind him, Lu Zilong, who was in pitch-black scale armor, seemed to be thinking about something.

Zhao Ponu didn't look back, and said calmly: "The rebels in the Western Wilderness have taken over Luochuan peacefully, although the rebels still have to calm down some small troubles, but that kid is likely to come over in advance." ”

That kid naturally refers to Zuo Yin.

The corners of Lu Zilong's mouth showed a hint of a smile.

The time on campus is always nostalgic, innocent time, no one thought that it would be so short.

The more this is the case, the more those times can become a lifetime memory, allowing people to gently glance at them in the war-torn years.

This is the only softness in Lu Zilong's heart.

The other place, of course, is his aunt.

Zhao Ponu looked at Lu Zilong, but he was thinking about something, but he didn't bother.

Pre-war idleness, perhaps, is the last cheerful time of a dying man.

Eight years of eternal life have finally passed, but the troubled times have just begun.

The spring of the second year of the troubled times has arrived.

In the spring of that year, the rebels of the Western Wilderness entered Luochuan under the concessions of the empire, and the whole army finally stopped the pace of eastward advance.

And the main force of the emperor ** began to attack the Qingyuan army in the north, the most tragic Shura field.

Opening!