With the sonorous voice of the Grand Master, the warrior monks lined up in two columns, bowing their heads reverently, greeting this distinguished and strange guest with the highest etiquette of the ancient lineage. Although they didn't know who he was or where he came from, it didn't diminish the respect in their hearts at the moment.

It is not so much that they respect their guests, but that they are great masters who respect both their teachers and fathers. Just as iron slag is to the holy fire, and the holy flame is to Kozan, because those who respect respect it, so they respect it.

This is the inheritance, if there is no Kozan, then a trace of fire in the ruins will always be just an ordinary flame that can be seen everywhere for iron slag. It is Kozan's pious prostration that gives this flame a solemn and sacred life.

In that ancient legend, the deceased ancestors will become part of the sacred flame and forever shine on the path of future generations. This licking of calves is the most simple and sincere love in the world. She comes from the instinct of life and the bearing of blood, and will not be strange because of the passing of time, and will not leave because of the changes in the world......

She is there, forever.

Not long after, in the tearoom of the inner sanctum, the Grand Master invited Iron Slag to take a seat, then filled the water in an old, dark red teapot with a patinic surface, poured in the tea leaves, and boiled it on an ancient charcoal stove.

And at this moment, Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe also followed, but they didn't dare to sit down, they just stood on the side blankly, watching the great grandmaster make tea.

Noticing the restraint of the two women, the Grand Master turned his head, smiled gently at them, and stretched out his hand to motion, "Children, sit down." ”

"Thank you, Grand Master." "Thank you, Elder." After hesitating for a moment, the two women bowed slightly and sat down side by side.

"Ke'er, are you still used to life in the academy?" The Great Grandmaster looked at Qin Ke'er and asked kindly.

"Habit." Qin Ke'er said obediently.

"A few days ago, your father came to the temple to look for me, saying that there was a hunter in Qinjia Village who encountered an iron-skinned tiger in the deep mountains, and three people died, and he hoped that I could send a wandering warrior monk to assist them......" The Grand Master paused and ordered, "Since you are back, you will lead the team this time." ”

"Thank you, Grand Master." Qin Ke'er said with a bow.

"I will give you three ironclad monks, but your Qinjia Village will be responsible for the related expenses." The Grand Master said.

"yes, okay." Qin Ke'er responded.

Then, the Grand Master looked at Mu Qianhe again and asked, "Child, what is your name?" ”

"Elder, my name is Mu Qianhe, Shepherd of Sheep, Thousand Thousand Years, Crane of Red-crowned Crane." Mu Qianhe said respectfully.

The Grand Master let out an "oh" and said, "It turns out to be someone from the Golden Horn Mu family, if you have the opportunity, say hello to Mu Baiyu on my behalf." ”

"Yes, Elder." Mu Qianhe replied with his head bowed. However, she said so, but she didn't think so in her heart. That Mu Bai Yu is the head of the Mu family's main lineage, and it is not something she can easily see.

As if seeing through her careful thoughts, the Great Grandmaster smiled slightly, shook his hand slightly, and out of nowhere he found a badge of the Fire Horn Temple, and pushed it onto the coffee table in front of Mu Qianhe.

"You will greet me on my behalf." The Grand Master said.

"Thank you, Grand Master." Looking at the bronze badge, Mu Qianhe suddenly showed surprise on his face, said loudly, and then picked it up and fiddled with it lovingly.

Seeing that the two girls had their own gains, they both looked very happy, the great master touched his gray beard, smiled, and then changed his words, and asked in a humble tone: "Ke'er, the apricot tree on the mountain is ripe, you take Qianhe to take a look, and by the way, pick some back for the old man and this little friend to taste." ”

"Okay." Qin Ke'er nodded in response, and then pulled his friend out. They are all people with clear hearts, and they can naturally see that the great master wants to talk to the iron slag secretly.

After the two girls left, the tea was also boiled. The Grand Master poured tea for the iron slag, then sat up straight and asked solemnly, "Child, what is your name?" ”

"Iron Slag Norseth." Iron Slag said calmly. But when he said his surname, an inexplicable sense of pride arose spontaneously and stirred his heart.

"Boundless Sword, Norses......" the Grand Master repeated to himself, and after a while, he suddenly clenched his fists and shouted three times in a row, "Good! ”。

Iron Slag didn't speak, just quietly looked at the emotional elder in front of him.

Gradually, the Grand Master regained his composure. He took a deep breath and said: "May the sword of the vast sky last forever, and may the flame of glory be extinguished forever...... The old voice was full of unspeakable vicissitudes, thick affection, regret, pathos, unwillingness, and anger......

Quietly, the eyes of the Great Grandmaster turned red, and the circles of the iron slag also turned red.

This ancient land......

If you ask the Far Easterners who the people you hate the most, they will tell you that it is the glorious lineage, because they disturb their peaceful life in the most rude way;

But if you ask the people of the Far East, who is your favorite person, they will also tell you that it is a brilliant vein, because they have won them the respect of the world with the most fiery blood;

And if you ask the Far Easterners who are the people whom you despise the most, they will surely tell you that it is a brilliant line, because of their ignorance and recklessness, their irritability and anxiety, which have brought them a great deal of trouble;

But if you ask the Far Easterners who are the people you admire the most, they will definitely tell you that they are in a brilliant lineage, because they are their brothers in the blood, and they are all their pride!

I don't know when it began, joining the brilliant line, joining the Holy Wolf Heavy Armor Guardian Regiment, and being named a brave and fearless and proud of the world's holy wolf guardian has become the lifelong pursuit and glory of Far Easterners.

In a remote mountain village, if there is a holy wolf guardian, it is the glory of the ancestors, and the ancestral tomb is smoking. Ten miles and eight towns, all have to offer the most pious respect. And marrying a holy wolf guardian is the long-cherished wish of the girls in the mountains.

The glorious vein is the war hammer of the temple, opening up the territory and fighting in all directions, traveling the Nine Heavenly Kings, conquering the earth, conquering the sky, conquering the sea, and conquering countless planes;

The ancient vein is the shield of the temple, protecting the territory and protecting the homeland, cultivating the land and working diligently, opening up the land, opening up the mines, opening up the oil fields, and opening up countless planes.

But when all this, when the flame of glory was extinguished, it became the deepest wound in their hearts, the most painful pain, like a knife cut on their hearts, soaked in blood, stained with tears, and filled with hatred......

I don't know how long it took, the Great Grandmaster stood up, turned around, turned his back to the iron slag, and said slowly: "Child, please remember that we will always be your most solid backing. ”

"When you encounter difficulties, when you encounter danger, remember to come to us!"

"Remember to come to us......" he repeated the last sentence and walked out with a stealthy step. At this moment, the Great Grandmaster of the Fire Horn, who had an extraordinary bearing, seemed to have aged a lot......

Two hours later, Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe, who had picked a large bag of apricot fruits, happily returned to the Fire Horn Temple, only to be told that the Fire Horn Grand Master had retreated and meditated, and could not taste the fruits they had picked for the time being.

Subsequently, under the arrangement of the presiding officer of the outer courtyard who had just arrived at the temple, the three of them went to the outer temple at the foot of the mountain and stayed there.

At this moment, even in the afternoon, there are still many Far Easterners who come to the outer temple to pay homage to the incense. They were old and young, men and women, and they reverently held a few smoky Buddha incense sticks, and worshiped this and that in the smoky hall, looking very pious.

After putting down their luggage, Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe took the iron slag to the stall at the entrance of the outer temple, bought some Buddha incense, and went in to worship. The iron slag followed all the time, neither bowing nor saluting. Although the monks in the outer courtyard were a little curious, they didn't say anything. They are not temple monks, let alone warrior monks, if you take the temple as an analogy, they are only equivalent to the staff in the temple, working on wages, and they are not even logistics subordinates.

"Compassion for the Heavens...... Spiritual Wisdom ...... Phoenix Saint ...... Please bless Kerr...... Hmmmm...... Raw or not...... Hmmmm......" Qin Ke'er knelt in front of a female deity, chattering, but her voice became more and more indistinct.

"What are you talking about?" Iron Slag asked, but Qin Ke'er continued to read as if she hadn't heard, and Iron Slag had no choice but to poke her ass with her toes and ask again.

"Wow~ Ke'er is praying, don't make ......" Qin Ke'er muttered unhappily.

"What are you talking about, I ask?" The iron slag poked her again.

"She's making a wish......" "Don't say it!" Mu Qianhe just wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Qin Ke'er.

Seeing that Qin Ke'er's face turned red with excitement, Tie Slag suddenly became interested, his face sank, and he ordered Mu Qianhe: "Say!" What is she voiving? ”

"I don't know what she wished, but I know what kind of god she prayed to......" Mu Qianhe said with a smile.

"Don't say it!" Qin Ke'er shouted.

"I didn't say what you wanted...... "Makichizuru shrugged his shoulders and continued, "The Phoenix Holy Maiden is ......"

"Mu Qianhe, don't forget, you also made a wish to the Phoenix Holy Maiden just now." Qin Ke'er reminded that Mu Qianhe immediately came to his senses, then patted his chest, said "Fortunately", and then stopped explaining.

"Huh?" Iron Slag frowned, but the two women didn't say a word to him as if they had reached a consensus.

At night, the temple became very quiet, and the iron slag took advantage of the fact that there was no one around, ready to teach the two beauties a lesson, but they were met with unprecedented fierce resistance.

"What?" Iron Slag looked at the two women hugging on the bed and asked in a deep voice.

"This is an important place for temples, so you must be pure and have few desires." "Captain, you will be disrespectful to the gods here." The two women said in turn.

"I am not my God, and I do not worship it." Iron Slag said.

"Go to the countryside and follow the customs~" "There are gods in the three feet of your head~" The two girls sang and persuaded in harmony.

In the end, the iron slag can't do anything about them, forget it.

Early the next morning, three warrior monks each drove an ox cart to the temple and picked up the three of them. Subsequently, at the request of the iron slag, the three ox carts drove into the commercial street in the center of the town, and bought a lot of goods and gifts, including all kinds of wine, cigarettes, medicinal herbs and dry goods, as well as sausages and bacon, ham and bacon, all kinds of canned food, as well as some ornaments, clothes, money bags and leather bags, after filling the three ox carts, they marched towards Qinjia Village in the south of the town.

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