In the spring of 364 in the Longguo calendar, Murong Changfeng, the seventh prince of the Longguo Kingdom, died in battle in front of the Juling Pass at the age of twenty-three.

The corpse was returned to the tent of the Central Army of Longguo, and the commander Murong Duo was shocked. While ordering someone to prepare the Flying Eagle Messenger, he personally examined the wound.

"The two armies are fighting, and casualties are inevitable. Why is the marshal so panicked?" Seeing that Murong Duo, who had always been calm and composed, his hands were trembling, Adjutant General Adan Chanu couldn't help but ask.

"You don't know!" Murong Duo sighed and said, "Although my Changfeng nephew is ranked seventh, he is His Majesty's most beloved son. When the bad news came back, Long Yan was furious, hehe, although I am His Majesty's own brother, I am afraid that I will not be able to escape the blame. ”

"Your Majesty has always been wise and sacred, so you shouldn't blame the marshal for this, right?" said Atanchanu.

"It's hard to say. Murong Duo shook his head and said, "The pain of losing a child is unbearable for parents all over the world. Although Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, I am afraid that he will not be able to break this person's normal feelings. Well, I'm not worried about my personal safety. It's just that my safety, honor and disgrace are small matters, and the turbulent army is a big matter. ”

Athanchanu was silent.

The two brothers, Murong Duo and Murong Lie, are the most outstanding military commanders of the Murong clan. They have always been regarded by the outside world as Murong Kuo's right-hand men, fighting and killing for the Murong family, and their achievements are impressive. If Murong Kuo really blames Murong Duo for the loss of his beloved son, or even removes Murong Duo as commander, it will really be tantamount to cutting off his arm, which will be an extremely huge loss for the entire Long Kingdom.

There was silence in the tent for a moment, and the candles on the table, as thick as arms, danced brightly.

By the light of the lamp and candle, Murong Duo carefully examined Murong Changfeng's corpse, and also turned over his back to look at it.

"Huh? Why is there only one wound?" he muttered to himself as he examined it.

"What's wrong?" asked Athanchanu, leaning over.

"Look at this knife on his throat, how does it feel?" Murong Duo pointed to the only wound on Murong Changfeng's corpse and turned his head to ask.

"From the looks of it, it should be a scar from a saber stab. And this saber ... It seems to be just an ordinary Swedish saber. Could it be that the Seven Princes... It was a shame that he was killed by an unknown minion? Ardan Chanu knew that Murong Duo was testing himself, so he said carefully while observing.

"Not only that, you see... The knife was narrow and shallow, and there was only one scar on the top and bottom of the body. Murong Duo lowered his head and pointed at Murong Changfeng's neck and said, "At that time, Changfeng was obviously killed by a knife, and he definitely didn't hit a second knife. Hey, the opponent can still maintain such a point and no more than a point in the melee of thousands of troops, and the angle is controlled so accurately, the strangeness of his knife technique is really incredible. ”

"It's also possible that it was blinded, right?" Ardan Chanu shook his head and said, "After all, the situation at that time was changing rapidly, and it is entirely possible that the other party left this knife cut by mistake." ”

"Meng's?" Murong Duo smiled, "Don't you forget, Changfeng, as the prince of the Great Dragon Kingdom, has many dead soldiers around him. Moreover, the Mawang sword on his body is also missing, this can't be blind, right? Hmph, all kinds of signs indicate that there must be a master hidden in the Rui Army, and this master is enough to take the head of the general in the army of ten thousand. ”

"Well, according to this analysis, the person who killed the Seven Princes is indeed extraordinary. The handsome man really knew it. Adan Chanu was impressed.

The two discussed the wording of the biography again, and Murong Duo personally wrote the article and wrote a detailed report on the battle situation.

Murong Duo was also very sad in his heart. He originally arranged Morong Changfeng in the position of the Chinese army far away from the battlefield, and his daily work was to guard those flying stone carts, and all the three thousand iron guards who came with the army were also transferred over to protect Murong Changfeng. With such a safe place and such a strong guard force, it stands to reason that it should be foolproof. I didn't expect to be careful, but in the end, something went wrong. The enemy appeared directly behind the camp like a ghost, destroying more than 30 flying stone carts, burning more than 50 felt-wrapped barracks, hacking and smashing more than 600 Xianbei sergeants, including Tie Wei, and taking Murong Changfeng's life.

Despicable, so despicable!

We must make them pay for it with blood!

At dawn, in the sky above the Xianbei camp, an eagle screamed, spread its wings, and flew towards the depths of the grassland.

Two days later, the news returned to Longguo.

In the Felt Bao Palace in the Ulabu Grassland, Empress Yuzhen cried silently and fainted several times.

"Your Majesty, how could we Feng'er die? It must be the third brother who made a mistake. You... Send another pass and ask, okay?" she woke up slowly, opened her mouth and begged Murong Kuo to fly the eagle again.

"The news is already conclusive, no need to ask any more. Murong Kuo shook his head calmly and said, "As a descendant of the Murong family, Changfeng can die on the battlefield with a bang, that is his blessing. Don't be too upset. ”

"No, I don't want him to die!" Empress Yuzhen trembled all over, and her spirit was a little trance, "Feng'er is the prince, how can he die?"

"In war, people always have to die!" Murong Kuo sighed and said leisurely: "Our Longguo has fought in the past, and every time there will be countless descendants of Xianbei who have sacrificed their lives for the country. This time, it happened to be our turn Feng'er, and that's it. ”

"No, I don't want him to die! I don't want him to die!" said Empress Hajin nervously.

Murong Kuan couldn't help but feel sad when he saw her so sad. He instructed the palace maid to take care of the queen, and he turned around and walked out of the felt tent.

The sky is low and cloudy on the grassland, and the wind is cold. Murong Kuo led a horse, led four guards, and galloped away in the northeast direction.

The farther north we went, the darker the sky became. Snowflakes fell from the leaden clouds, and were swept up by the wind. Murong Kuo and his party braved the wind and snow all the way forward, and in the evening, they finally came to a dilapidated building where the temple was not like a temple and a Taoist temple.

The building is made of black stones, standing still in the vast wind and snow, which is particularly eye-catching.

"You're just waiting here. Murong Kuo ordered the guards, turned over and dismounted. He shook the snowflakes off his shoulders, walked up and knocked lightly on the door.

With a creak, the tattered door opened from the inside, and a man in a reddish-brown felt suit flashed out.

"Venerable is well, Ancestor is here?" Murong Kuan asked with his hands folded and his chin bowed.

"Here!" the man known as His Holiness replied with a smile on his face.

After the two asked and answered, they said no more. His Holiness led the way, followed by Murong Kuo, all the way to the main hall of the dilapidated building.

In the main hall, an old man in yellow sat upright with his eyes closed, motionless. His face was sallow, and his white eyebrows were drooping. From the outside, it looks like a dead man.

Murong Kuo slowly approached and sat on the ground opposite the old man.

The Venerable One who led the way saluted the old man who looked like a dead man, and then bowed to Murong Kuan, and turned to exit the main hall.

"Murong Jushi seems to have anger in his heart!"

After a long time, the old man who was like a dead man did not move his mouth, but suddenly said something. The sound seemed to be far and near, echoing repeatedly in the main hall.

"Old Ancestor Mingjian. The battle ahead is unfavorable, and my beloved son has died in front of the Djinn Pass. This time I came to pay my respects, just to move troops. Murong said in a deep voice.

He spoke with a lot of energy, but compared to the voice just now, it seemed very small.

"Move?" the voice seemed to laugh. "You saw it, layman. There is a broken fort here, where are the soldiers?"

"The ancestor shot better than a million male soldiers. Murong Chuan clasped his hands together and said reverently: "I implore the ancestor to have mercy on my Murong Yi clan and help me." Murong Kuan must have repaired the fort and built the floating slaughter all over the world, and carried forward the Divine Sect. ”

"Believe or not believe, with one mind. deliberately did it, but fell behind. Please go back, please send it away. "The voice was already giving the eviction order.

"Ancestor, this time Feng'er died in front of the battle, and it is very likely that there is something else hidden. Murong Kuan said in a deep voice: "Feng'er's martial arts have long been blue, and the weapon he uses is the Mawang Sword, and he is protected by three thousand iron guards. But the other party killed Feng'er, but... It only took a knife. ”

And here he came to an abrupt end. It seems that the mood is agitated and can't be said, and it seems that it is deliberately not broken.

"So, the other party is not an ordinary sergeant?" asked the voice for a long time.

"Absolutely not. Murong Kuo affirmed.

"In that case, the layman will stay here for the night. Early tomorrow morning, the Seven Venerables will walk with the laymen. The voice thought for a moment and said slowly.

"Old Ancestor Xie!" Murong Kuan folded his hands and bowed reverently to the old man who looked like a dead man.