Mo arrived in time and sent him to the end, which can be regarded as a kind of consummation.

Mo Xiucai also untied Mo's heart knot before leaving, and he also walked very peacefully.

The brother and sister worked together to buy a good coffin for Mo Xiucai.

The funeral feast was set up.

The two families of Mohs and Mofang knelt in front of the red coffin in white clothes, crying continuously.

Mo Shi cried while burning the paper money.

"Dad, you have to eat and drink well over there, and now, you don't have to suffer from illness anymore, your daughter will burn you more money, so that you can buy ghost officials and not be bullied by other ghosts."

Tears trickled down his jaw into the brazier, and the flames glowed strangely.

"Dad, my daughter burned your clothes."

"Dad, my daughter burned down the mansion for you, so that you and your mother can live together. And my daughter will burn some maids for you to serve you. ”

Mo's crying and crying, the more he chattered, the more sad he became, the more he regretted it, why didn't he go back and see it more?

Mo Fang was also uncomfortable, closed his lips tightly, and silently burned paper money.

People from Mojia Village also came to the funeral banquet.

Hand over the gift and say, "Mourn and change, take care of your body." ”

Keeping filial piety, one day and one night, the Mo family and several people have not been able to rest.

I also invited a monk to chant the scriptures, so that Mo Xiucai could go well.

The sky is not yet bright.

The monk presided over and let the Mo family take one last look at Mo Xiu, who was lying peacefully in the coffin.

He told him.

"Don't let tears fall on the deceased."

Mohs hurriedly wiped away his tears, the last look, the last look before the coffin.

She held back the tears that rushed out, the heart-rending pain.

"Dad, you go all the way!"

Mo Shi said silently, An Xi has been supporting her.

"The hour has come, cover the coffin!"

With the sound of the monk presiding, several monks worked together to cover the coffin.

The monk presided over and led the monks around the red coffin three times on the left and three circles on the right.

He also offered incense in front of the coffin, and led several people of the Mo family to kneel and kowtow.

"Kneel!"

Mo knelt down according to the words.

"Up!"

"Kneel again!"

An Xi knelt down with the unstable center of gravity of Mo.

"Up!"

"Kneel again!"

Mo knelt down on the thick soil, kowtowed loudly, and his tears were stained with mud and dust, sticking to his face wetly.

"Up!"

"Carry the coffin!"

Several monks solemnly and solemnly lifted the red coffin, and the monk presided over the front.

The coffin bearer walked in the middle, and the Mo family walked at the end, their faces full of tears and sadness.

Watching the closest and dearest person buried deep in the ground.

In his memory, he is so fatherly and stern, why did he find out so late?

Maybe it's because the misunderstanding is too deep, and they have a dislike for each other.

Now that yin and yang are separated, nothing can go back to the past.

Whether it is regret or sorrow, the living have to continue to move forward until the end of life comes.

……

Months have flown by, and autumn has become an eye.

An Yi rushed to the northern front line with Dai Song non-stop.

Watching the people miserable along the way, An Yi didn't know how to feel in his heart.

Due to frequent wars, the people here are struggling to survive.

As far as the eye can see, a dilapidated wreckage, compared with the richness and prosperity of the capital, and the peace and contentment of the south, the gap is huge and obvious.

"Master."

Now that the horses were tired, Dai Song was comfortable and both of them came down to lead the horses.

"Huh?"

"Coming here, the apprentice finally understands what the master said in the past."

"Wow...... Wow...... Wow. ”

A baby's cry drowned out his voice.

Along the way, it's not the first time I've seen and heard about Comfort.

If he still couldn't bear it at the beginning, he stepped forward to help.

At this time, he has more than enough heart but not enough strength, because there are too many miserable and hungry people like this, and he can't help them at all.

He looked at the cry, and a woman held the child in the crook of her arm, licked her pale lips, and shook it gently to soothe.

"Good, mother, mother."

The woman paused and then looked at the hungry child in her bosom.

Hurriedly walked to An Yi's side with the child in his arms and begged.

"Little brother, can you get some food? My child, soon, almost starving. ”

The woman's face was miserable, she didn't know how many passers-by had stopped, but how could others be willing to help her when they were too busy to take care of themselves?

An Yi looked at her, then looked down at the crying baby, and finally looked at Dai Song, who was walking in front of him.

Speak out.

"Master."

Dai Song paused, "If you want to help, just help." ”

An Yi was overjoyed, and hurriedly divided his dry food with the woman.

The woman held the dry food and hurriedly bowed her head and thanked her.

For the woman had not eaten for a long time, and she had no milk, but now she had something to eat, and the child in her bosom could have milk to drink.

Those who were also miserable next to him, seeing An Yi's generous moves, crowded up together.

"Benefactor, reward me with something to eat, benefactor, benefactor......"

They all surrounded Comfort, and after eating up the only dry food he had left, they dissipated.

An Yi smiled bitterly, this is not the first time this has happened.

As long as you help one person, a crowd of people will rush to him for help.

Looking at the empty hands, An Yi led the horse to follow Dai Song's footsteps.

"Such a small favor is just a solution to the urgent need, what can be done, what we can do is to return them to a peaceful pure land."

"Master, the apprentice knows the truth you said, but the apprentice can't control it."

Dai Song shook his head and sighed.

"For the sake of the teacher, you know that you are kind-hearted, but on the battlefield, you are the most jealous and kind-hearted, so you will know it in the future."

"Wushan Pass is still like this, then Tong Linguan, can't it be more miserable?"

An Yi raised the question in his heart.

Dai Songwen's eyes were cold, and he stared ahead.

"For the teacher, they will definitely return a piece of peace! Let the Northern Desert barbarians pay a terrible price for it! ”

Wushan Pass, its last place is Tonglin Pass.

Now that Tonglin Pass has been lost, Wushan Pass has become the frontline of the war.

Therefore, the people in this area are the most miserable.

……

In the barracks.

General Tong came to greet Dai Song.

"Tong Youwei see the general!"

Tong Youwei knelt on one knee and saluted.

"The general is polite, please get up quickly, how is the battle situation now?"

Dai Song hurriedly helped him up.

"Now that the cavalry from the Northern Desert is pressing my Great Zhou front, my Great Zhou soldiers swore to resist to the death, and finally held the Wushan Pass, but they also suffered heavy losses."

Tong Youwei's tone was tired, he lost hope between his words, and told him about the battle in a nutshell.

Tong Youwei ordered someone to clean up two more rooms, and put Dai Song and Anyi's baggage into it respectively.

"General, now that you are in charge, I hope to solve the danger of Wushan."

Tong Youwei knew Dai Song, and now he pinned all his hopes on Dai Song, his son, died on the battlefield yesterday.

Who knows the sorrow of his heart? Thinking of his son's tragic death, his eyes froze, and he vowed to wash the Northern Desert people with blood to avenge the loss of his son!

Dai Song didn't know why he was suddenly solemn, but he also took his words to heart.

"Don't worry, even if I pay for my life, I will make Beimo pay the price he deserves!"

night

The night in Osan is different from that in Anjia Village.

An Yi looked up at the moon, thinking in his heart, my mother and sisters, are you okay?

Dai Songti came and sat down beside him.

"What? Homesick? ”

"Well, sort of. Master, you're drinking again! ”

An Yi looked at Dai Song holding a wine jar, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, his master was good anywhere, but it was not good to be addicted to alcohol!

"What? , you stinky boy, but you're starting to be a teacher? ”

Dai Song said and poured a few sips of wine, and then suddenly felt happy, so he drew his sword and stood up, dancing with his sword while drinking, but also chic.

"Yi'er, look carefully!"

Dai Song raised his head to drink, and the wine was happy, and he leaned out, wetting him.

After Dai Song drank the wine, he threw the wine jar aside, holding a sword in his right hand, dashing, and slightly drunk.

He walked slightly, the body of the sword shining in the cold light in the moonlight, and suddenly jumped, hanging and stabbing the sword.

Suddenly, the sword body was winding like a swimming snake, he jumped into the air, his eyes were condensed, and he took the branches and leaves as the northern desert people, and he sighed a few times, swinging out multiple layers of sword shadows.

Huijian stood still, and the leaves had already broken into pieces.

An Yi couldn't help but worship excitedly when he looked at it, this swordsmanship was too profound, too wonderful, and worthy of his master.

"Maneuver Fifth Style!" Dai Song shouted!

With the intention of wine, he made a series of steps, fell one step like a steel nail, and further faster than the wind!

As his footsteps became messy and orderly, his swordsmanship was also superbly interpreted.

An Yi looked carefully and seriously, and he realized that the master's sword was in his hand, just like a human sword, and the swordsmanship was exquisite.

One move, one style, calmly, smoothly. Suddenly, like a white crane shining its wings, and like a snowflake, the sword intent was overwhelming.

I saw that the boulder not far away was chopped by Dai Song's sword qi and turned into gravel in an instant.

An Yi's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but say.

"Master, your swordsmanship is so superb, the disciples are stunned."

Dai Song smiled, put away his sword in a pause, and walked towards Anyi.

"How much did you learn from the master's sword and every move just now?"

"Master, this ......"

"Come, pick up your sword and show it to me."

So the moon is high and the wind is clear.

Dai Song, who was dressed in a black robe, stood with his hands in his hands, and his expression was serious and serious, pointing at An Yi and playing the sword!

Under the guidance of Dai Song, An Yi refined his sword movements over and over again.

It's just that the internal force is not as strong as Dai Song, so the same move is not as lethal as Dai Song!

"Okay, let's practice here today, and continue tomorrow."

Dai Song looked at his apprentice with great satisfaction, under his guidance for nearly half a year, it can be said that An Yi has gone from being clumsy with brute force at the beginning to making rapid progress now, which is indeed an extraordinary breakthrough!

……………………………… (Love you, this is the last manuscript, now the body is still uncomfortable, I feel, these chapters, I have a lot of heart to structure and describe, the next chapter, the next story, when my body is better, the spirit is more stable, I will continue to update.) )