The young man in Tsing Yi is named Alayanzong, an orphan who has been adopted by his master Alayan since he was a child. As the Alayan sect grew up, the master taught him to read literature and martial arts, and also taught him medical skills.

His skills are all taught by the master, especially the martial arts, because he has a very high understanding, in the words of the master, the blue is better than the blue.

The master never married, and the two depended on each other, although they were not father and son, they were like father and son, and even his name was given by the master.

Nowadays, the army is pressing, the soldiers are coming to the city, and the lives are devastated. Master's life and death are uncertain, so how can he be at ease?

Alayanzong hid in the grass on the mountain, and he couldn't see whether there was a master among the many corpses, and he didn't know if the master was still at home in the city, he was anxious and didn't know what to do.

I mourn the many people who have passed away.

He had to wait and see what happened, and then make a decision.

At the bottom of the mountain, on the barren slope.

A large square pit has been dug up.

Mo Hu Infinity commanded the soldiers to carry the corpses into the pit and arrange them in turn.

The soldiers on the mountain returned with their salaries, covered the corpses, and then set fire to them.

The soldiers took off their cloth and threw themselves into the fire. One by one, they ran to a small river not far away, jumped into the river, and washed themselves.

The water of the small river meandered and flowed into the sea four or five miles away.

After all the soldiers had washed and come ashore, another group of soldiers had already brought new clothes, put them on again, and lined up neatly.

The sea breeze blew, the flames in the corpse pit rose, and the thick smoke drifted away with the wind, and the scorching stench filled the air.

As everyone knows, at this time, the same scene was staged in the north, south and west of the city-state!

The mountains and rivers change color, the earth whimpers, the sea roars, and the sea breeze howls!

Mo Hu is infinite on the barren slope, hunting in battle robes, and the people and horses do not move.

The soldiers stood solemnly.

The old general Mohu Moer and the generals turned their horses' heads and watched from afar.

On the mountain, Alayanzong was lying in the grass, and when he saw the soldiers holding their salaries and burning the corpses, he suspected that the master was among them, and the smell of scorched corpses kept coming, which made his heart grief and grief, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

But he didn't dare to cry out loud, so he grabbed the ground with his head and hammered the stone with his fist. A stone beside him has been torn apart!

Long.

The fireworks under the pit faded, and the smoke was gone. The charcoal fire was lit again and again, either in light or in the dark, but finally extinguished.

Morisen's bones are exposed in the pit.

With a wave of Mo Wei's infinite hand, all the soldiers picked up pickaxes and dug up the soil to bury them.

Soon a huge new grave was erected.

After the deed, Mo Hu infinitely commanded the soldiers, sent the chariot and pickaxe back to the city, and the things were returned to their original places.

The soldiers in the city returned, leaving a few men to close the city gates, twist the drawbridge, and then swim across the river to join the army.

At this time, the old general Mo Moer gave an order, a soldier set up camp, and a soldier buried the pot to cook, and in an instant, there was a busy group outside the city gate.

However, the soldiers who returned from the city were separated from the tents and stoves of the army by thirty or fifty meters, and did not communicate with each other.

The Alayanzong on the mountain was no longer so sad, his mood calmed down a little, and the smell of rice wafted in the distance, which made him a little hungry, so he reached into his bag and took out a few dried dates to chew.

After thinking about it for a long time, and having the luxury of pinning hopes on the master's still at home, I decided to go back to the city to have a look.

The soldiers were on guard, and they couldn't do it during the day, so they had to wait until night.

Having made up his mind, he found a hiding place, hid a bamboo basket, covered it with weeds, pressed a stone slab to prevent the hare from being taken away by other animals, and turned back to the mountains.

After the meal was over, General Mo Hu Moer gave an order to gather the commanders of the north, south and west in front of the tent, and after some discussion, he left his second son Mo Hu Wuliang with a thousand soldiers to stay, and the rest of the divisions returned to the court.

The old general told him that he should be stationed outside the city for half a month, and no one should be allowed to enter the city, and soldiers should not enter the city to destroy, and those who violated the order would be beheaded.

Half a month later, the soldiers entered the city and stationed, and they could also release people into the city, leaving a few military doctors with the team, and the infected people were isolated and treated, and the army maintained the city discipline. Regularly report to the court.

Mo Wei promised immeasurably, so he rode away, mobilized his troops, and re-armed.

The rest of the troops set up camp and returned north with the old general.

Alayanzong carried a bamboo from the mountain, which was more than ten meters long, and the branches and leaves had been removed.

When he came down the mountain, he saw that most of the army had left, and there were only a dozen tents outside the east city gate, and a small group of soldiers stood guard in turn.

He put down the bamboo, and when he saw that it was still early, he returned to the mountains to look for dried fruits and food. Wait until it's dark before you act.

It was night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, several torches outside the east city gate flickered and dimmed, and several soldiers stood solemnly as if it were daylight.

The sea breeze blew a faint fishy smell, and the night wind was cold, blowing through the lonely empty city.

There were occasional glimmers of light in the tent, and there was also the sound of shouting and drinking.

In the northeast corner of the city, a vigorous figure arrived quickly. The cat of Alayanzong walked low on his waist, carrying a bamboo in his hand, and lurked by the moat.

Walk the bamboo down to both sides of the moat. The other end of the bamboo fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Although it was a headwind, it also aroused the vigilance of the soldiers defending the city, and there was a loud shout and asking:

"Who's here?"

Several soldiers looked at each other, but what could they see in the vast night?

Alayanzong quickly fell to the ground, not daring to move.

Not far from the tent, someone was standing up from the grass.

"I, Izuku!"

The defenders of the city were reinstated.

Alayanzong waited for a while, and when he saw that the soldiers did not move again, he quietly dived down along the riverbank, hooked the bamboo with his hands and feet, alternated his limbs, and quickly moved towards the other side of the moat.

When they reached the shore, one of the Alayan sects turned over and rose into the air, landing gently under the base of the city wall.

Pulling back the bamboo, he put it in the grass under the root of the city wall.

Alayanzong no longer hesitated, came to the corner of the city wall, stood facing the wall, held the corner of the wall with both hands, used both hands and feet, and quickly climbed to the top of the city with the kung fu of gecko swimming against the wall.

By the time several soldiers patrolled to the corner of the city wall with torches in hand, Alayanzong had already turned over and entered the city.

The city was pitch black, and there was not a glimmer of light. The city was quiet, except for the whimper of the sea breeze.

Relying on his familiarity with the city streets, Alayanzong found his home in the dark.

The courtyard door was open, and he remembered that he had closed it before going up the hill, and had locked it up.

An ominous feeling immediately came over me, and I shouted "Master" and rushed into the courtyard and entered the room.

No response.

He lit a scythe and lit an oil lamp.

Master's bed was empty, but it was not a mess, only a blood stain could be seen on the ground.

Alayanzong immediately fell to his knees and wept bitterly. He knew that Master was gone.

Master is in that huge tomb.

He and the master will never see each other again, and they have been separated by yin and yang.

He has a deep love for his master. Master was not only his savior, but also his adoptive father.

It can be said that without Master, he would have died long ago, and he would have died when he was still an infant.

Master knows some of his background, but it is not known. He still didn't know where he was coming from.

Without Master, without relatives, without support, he doesn't know where he will go?