This is the impermanent vicissitude of facts, turning enemies into friends, and friends into enemies.

After a day of raging in the scorching sun, it finally reined in its obscenity, and slowly fell to the horizon, bringing a cool breeze, it was evening, the twilight was vast, Yi Zhikuo and the people he took away still did not come back, Ling Dongwu just sat like this, tormented, waiting, as if boiling in water, roasting in the fire,

Until the middle of the night, Yi Zhikuo and the others finally came back, hearing a rush of footsteps, her heart was scared and pounding, when she saw Zhang Zhang and others looked very nervous and hurried to the team, her heart couldn't help sinking, the air on the grassland was stuffy, as if it was overwhelming, it may be raining,

After a while, there was finally a faint news that Yi Zhikuo was seriously injured, Ling Dongwu only felt that the world was spinning, she stumbled towards the place where Yi Zhikuo lived, there were people outside the room, she saw the Hanshui National Master guarding the door of the room, and she didn't care about the embarrassment, and asked eagerly: "Yi Zhikuo, how is he?"

Hanshui National Master calmed his face, glanced at Ling Dongwu, and said lightly: "He's fine, just some skin injuries, not to the point of death, Mrs. Mu, can we take a step to speak,"

Ling Dongwu was shocked by the voice of Mrs. Mu of the Hanshui National Teacher, and glanced at Yi Zhikuo's room again, and the sound of conversation came vaguely, the figure shook, and he didn't see anything in vain, nodded to the Hanshui National Teacher, and walked to the side,

The two walked to a place where no one was, and the Hanshui National Master glanced at Ling Dongwu, seeing that her eyes were flustered and confused, he sighed secretly and said, "Madam Mu, the injury suffered by King Khan today is not too serious, but I am worried that he will not be so lucky in the future,"

Ling Dongwu looked up at the Hanshui National Master in confusion,

"When I saw you for the first time in Green Pearl City, I once said that your face determines that only a man of the Ninety-Five Dignity can live in a town and live with you, if not, he will give his life, such as Mu Zicheng......"

Hanshui Guoshi looked at Ling Dongwu's instantly pale face, knowing that she was now a helpless and weak woman, and he couldn't bear to continue, he saw Ling Dongwu's eyes shaking, thinking that she would cry, and after waiting for a long time, he saw that she just bit her lip tightly, and continued ruthlessly: "Although King Khan is brave and heroic, his life is a little worse after all, he is not a true son of life, his life is not able to suppress you, you also know the temper of King Khan, it is absolutely impossible for him to give up on you, The old man has spent all his life on the Green Bead City, all on the Khan King, I must not watch him die because of you,"

Ling Dongwu had completely heard the meaning of the words of the Hanshui National Master at this time, she was a red face and a troubled water, born with the face of Kefu, first killed Mu Zicheng, and now came to Keyi Zhikuo, although she is a modern person, she doesn't believe in these feudal superstitions, but she knows that she can't stay in this civil fort, and the Hanshui National Master is giving her an order to expel guests,

"Don't worry, the East Dance will leave immediately," Ling Dongwu bit her lip, her face was originally snow-white, and there was not much blood on her lips, only her voice still maintained a trace of calmness,

The Hanshui National Master pondered for a while: "Mrs. Mu, can you leave a letter when you leave, you know the temper of King Khan, and when he recovers from his injury, he will definitely go to look for you when he leaves,"

Ling Dongwu's brain was buzzing, as if she had just found a way out, and she had fallen into a dead end, she tried to calm her trembling voice, "Don't worry, Hanshui National Master, I don't have anything to do with King Khan, I don't have any feelings for King Khan, I'm just grateful to him for taking care of me during this time, I will leave a letter, so that he doesn't look for me, find another mate,"

Hanshui National Master nodded with satisfaction, Ling Dongwu was willing to leave the book, which was the best result, he coughed and said, "Mrs. Mu, I still have a reluctant request,"

"The Hanshui National Teacher, but it doesn't hurt to say it,"

"Madame Mu, even if you meet King Khan again in the future, don't tell him about our conversation today,"

Ling Dongwu nodded, "I will never tell anyone about today's conversation," how could I tell Yi Zhikuo about this matter, wouldn't that be a wedge between him and the Hanshui National Teacher, the Hanshui National Master is his right-hand man, everything he does is naturally for Yi Zhikuo's good, how can he let him betray his relatives,

Hanshui National Master breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "I have long heard that Mrs. Mu is reasonable and refreshing, and after a detailed discussion today, it is indeed so,"

Ling Dongwu smiled bitterly in his heart, he had already agreed to his request, what was the use of him saying these flattering words to himself, Ling Dongwu endured his grief and anger, and said slowly: "Hanshui National Master, I understand what you mean, don't worry, I will leave here as soon as possible, and it will definitely not hinder the longevity of your Khan King, but I still have one more thing to ask,"

Of course, the Hanshui National Master knew what Ling Dongwu was going to ask, and said in a deep voice: "I just heard a letter sent back from Qingzhou City today, saying that it was Prime Minister Song Cheng of the current dynasty who killed Mu Zicheng, and it was he who secretly instructed people to rob the grain and grass of the Northwest Army, and it was he who advocated no longer sending grain to the Northwest Army,"

Sure enough, it's him, it's really this old horseman, Ling Dongwu couldn't help but clench his fists, there was a fire burning in his heart, he must kill him, kill this Prime Minister Song,

"I will send someone to send Mrs. Mu the money and weapons and horses she needs, Mrs. Mu, can you leave after dawn?"

Seeing that the Hanshui National Master was so impatient, Ling Dongwu smiled miserably and nodded,

Seeing the Hanshui National Master leaving, Ling Dongwu couldn't hold back the two lines of tears rolling down anymore, anger and sadness kept alternating, Mu Zicheng, do you know how pitiful it is for you to still have me alone in this world, even in this civil fort, in this place where I avoided like a snake and scorpion, I finally have no place for myself,

Brother Zicheng, where are you,

Ling Dongwu faced the vast grassland, the long dark night, the heart was sad, in the past hard years, whether it was fighting for his life on the battlefield, or being displaced in the troubled times, there were thousands of difficulties and dangers, his heart always had a sustenance, even if he and Mu Zicheng could not stay together every day, but because he knew that there was such a person in the world, he was worried about himself, he was thinking about himself, he was always thinking about himself, he always had hope in his heart, he always thought that he still had Mu Zicheng, as long as there was Mu Zicheng, he would have something to rely on,

But now, Mu Zicheng is gone, he left her alone in this world, when the mountains and rivers are exhausted, she can even accept Yi Zhikuo's care, let her take the former demon cave as a paradise, these days, she really regards Tumubao as a haven, Yi Zhikuo as her own protector, Yilai stretched out her hand to open her mouth, and she really thought that she could live like this for the rest of her life,

But no, there is no room for her here,

The world is big, but there is still a place for her Ling Dong to dance,

In this dark and silent night, Ling Dongwu looked at the sky with tears streaming down his face, and muttered in a low voice: I just started to miss arguing with you, but you don't know it in my heart, your shoulder is my strongest support, the dream is to fly far away, you are my left wing, no matter how big and far the sky is, side by side with you, I am also brave, the dream is to fly far away, you are my left wing, I can't feel it, your breathing heartbeat, with me, I would rather not fly......"

Hanshui National Master was afraid that Ling Dongwu would regret it, as soon as the sky was hazy, he sent someone to send a war horse and luggage, Ling Dongwu kept reminding herself to be strong, to be strong, after packing up, she went to Yi Zhikuo's dormitory to see him for the last time, Yi Zhikuo's injuries this time were not light, but they had been properly bandaged, because of excessive blood loss on the way back, so now he has been still asleep,

Seeing Ling Dongwu coming in, there was no one around, and whispered to Ling Dongwu: "King Khan was injured, and he could have rested and recuperated in the city where the new attack was taken, but he was afraid that you would be worried, so he insisted on rushing back, and as a result, the wound burst and the blood flowed endlessly, so he was in a coma until now,"

Ling Dongwu smiled bitterly in her heart, it seemed that she was really like what the Hanshui National Master said, she was really not a good person, she was Kefu's, looking at Yi Zhikuo who was groggy on the bed, Ling Dongwu found that in her eyes, Yi Zhikuo was like an iron man, on her forehead, there were deep wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and her slightly frowning brows were filled with endless vicissitudes, it turned out that he would also be old, since he couldn't give him what he wanted, he couldn't continue to enjoy his good, he should really have his wife, children,

Ling Dongwu rode out of the grassland, today's prairie, thousands of miles of dark clouds, dark as ink, she rode alone, standing alone in the sky,

The heartbroken man is at the end of the world,

Even if she enters this jade gate, there will be no more old people waiting for her anywhere, only Wan Ling Guhan remains,

Ling Dongwu had already made up her mind at this time, she was going to Qingzhou, killing Prime Minister Song regardless of life and death, and avenging Mu Zicheng.

But her first purpose is the bloody battlefield that often appears in nightmares, like a nightmare, the battlefield where Mu Zicheng lost his life, she wants to go there to see,

Ling Dong danced and beat her horse and ran in the direction of Xining Mansion, because it was the middle of summer, the mountains were full of flowers, and the walnut trees were luxuriant, she took a deep breath of fresh air, with a bitter smile on her face, and said to herself: "Brother Zicheng, I'm going to come to see you, are you happy?"

The bloody battlefield in the memory, at this time, the grass has grown and the warbler has flew, green and green, and everything is full of vitality, who would have thought that half a year ago this was a bloody Shura field full of broken limbs and ruins,

"The most ruthless is the Taicheng willow, and it is still a smoke cage for ten miles," dead wood can still smoke new shoots, but once a person dies, he can't be resurrected.

Ling Dongwu saw a lonely grave from a distance, looking at the three words Mu Zicheng engraved on the tombstone, his mind suddenly went blank, moving forward like a walking corpse, as the distance of the grave slowly approached, all the painful past woke up, one by one in his mind, those flesh and blood flying, those severed arms and stumps......