In this battle, more than 60 warriors above the realm of internal strength were killed, Aung San Baoyan was wounded, and Wang Qinian, the only Jindan warrior on our side, died. The scales of victory between the two communities are tilted in favor of the indigenous side.

However, the world is impermanent, and the future is still man-made, and only by going on will you know the way out.

In the thick of the night, the woodbirds flew out of the top of the Fallen Star Mountain, and the native samurai showed no sign of catching up (I wonder if they could do anything to catch up).

I asked Wang Qitai how we landed at Dazhai on the southern slope, because he had previously discussed with us not to appear in front of the public in Shunshui Town before the blood sacrifice on October 15.

"If you don't go to Dazhai, the spirit stone fuel in the wooden bird is enough to fly for five hours. Let's fly to the southern tip of the South Island to meet the Patriarch!"

"Do you want to go directly to the residence of the old patriarch Wang Xiangfu?", Murong Zhi thought for a moment and said to me, "It is the stone pagoda we saw when we first came to the island, that is the place where the old patriarch of Shunshui Town, Wang Xiangfu, lives in seclusion, he is a figure of the grandparents of the two elder Wangs, and he was very famous in the north of Middle-earth thirty years ago. ”

I remembered that when Murong Zhi and I first landed on the South Island, we once saw a lonely stone pagoda on a remote cliff in Shunshui Town, where it seemed that there were Confucian schoolchildren of both men and women going there to listen to lectures at night.

It turned out to be the residence of the 110-year-old man.

The white-haired man sends the black-haired man, and he will have to accept the bad news of the death of his grandchildren tomorrow.

I suddenly wanted to wait for things here to calm down and build two clothed mounds for my parents in Baiyun Township. My father hopes to spend his old age in Baiyun Township, then I should at least symbolically let him see Baiyun Township - legend has it that people who have a lot of grievances before death and cultivators above Jindan can hardly dissipate their ghosts even after forty-nine days of bardo, and if my father really has a spirit in the world, I hope his ghost can have a place to rely on.

Maybe Wang Qinian's ghost has not dissipated after forty-nine days of mid-yin, but the Central Plains that he is haunted by must not be able to go back.

As for my mother, she was only a weak mortal woman, and she did not know where her ghost would go, perhaps she had dissipated into heaven and earth, and she came from qi and still was qi.

I can't see her anymore.

I can't see her anymore.

Woodbirds haunt the stratus clouds, and the mountains, rivers, hills, forests, and fields of the island are all in my eyes.

The world is vast, life is just a hurried passerby, and death is so light.

I don't know why, two lines of my tears flowed down Mu Ran's human skin.

It's not a lot of sadness, but a heart-grabbing loneliness.

I subconsciously glanced at Murong Zhi, she didn't know what she was pondering when she lowered her head.

"When I dispose of my brother's body, I'll be at the helm. You've been fighting for a long day, and you're tired. At the speed of a woodbird, we will not be able to fly to the stone tower until tomorrow afternoon, so you can recuperate. Tonight there has been a great change in the back of the shape, and I want to urgently discuss with the old patriarch and ask him to come out of the mountain again in the evening of his life. We are not able to be juniors, and we still have to worry about him at this age. ”

"It's okay, wait until we meet the old patriarch and then rest. ”

Murong Zhi and I sailed on a dhow for half a month at sea. Now it's just another half a day's hard work, and it's really nothing.

"Is it important not to suppress the mountain patrol army in Dazhai? The main general of the Jindan level is nowhere to be found, and the ordinary army in the Central Plains will probably mutini and scatter immediately. ”

Murong Zhi asked Wang Qitai.

"Our army is all recruited from the townspeople, and the morale is high, which is not comparable to the troops in Middle-earth who earn a living; Although I am not good at martial arts, I still have a hole in my conceited hope and ability to recognize people, and I am not lightly injured when I see Aung San Baoyan. I think he has won the battle, and he will not come back to invade before the end of the blood sacrifice, and the front line should be peaceful for a few months. After I have discussed with the patriarch, I will slowly announce the news of my brother's death, so as not to unstabilize people's hearts. ”

Wang Qitai thought for a while,

"What I'm really worried about is that the connections that have been painstakingly managed by the Bumiputera for decades will be destroyed by Daw Aung San Bao Flame. He is a middle-level martial artist in Jindan, and his words are like oracles among the natives, and those pro-Chinese natives are afraid that some of them will suffer. Fortunately, you snatched my brother's body, and if he took my brother's body to show off in front of the Baiyun Native and our battle, it would have a great impact on people's morale. ”

Wang Qinian's neck bone was broken by Qi Gen, Wang Qitai took out the medicine box in the back cabin of the wooden bird, and he used various special needle and stone tools to recalibrate the head of the body -- I saw Wang Qitai splicing together the bones and stitching up the thick or small blood vessels, and I was dumbfounded for a while.

I suspect that if there were no foreign enemies around at that time, Wang Qinian would have been able to hold back his true anger, and maybe Wang Qitai would have been able to renew his life as a golden pill.

-- Wang Qinian's body began to breathe in slightly, and it was hard to imagine that he was really dead.

At the end of the era of civilization, when Xiuzhen had not yet risen a thousand years ago, there would occasionally be a few golden pills in the world, and they were all people with great talents or great adventures. A few people will walk in the world and pretend to be cult leaders, and after death, their bodies can still be incorruptible for many years, their demeanor is lifelike, and after cremation, they can still leave behind the teeth and bones of medium-grade gods, which are boasted by fanatical believers as miracles and golden bodies.

Now people in the world who have a little insight know that this is just an achievement of the cultivation of the Jindan realm, even if there is a glimmer of life, the people of the Jindan have hope of survival.

Wang Qinian's demeanor is as if he was alive, his cultivation achievements are extremely high, his physical body has been washed extremely clean, and now he is being continued by Wang Qitai, although the soul is no longer there, the body will still follow the usual inertia of cultivation Zhou Tian cycle, like an ancient tree, it is difficult for corpses and insects to breed. The various corrupt states such as corpse spots that appear in mortal people will not appear on him.

However, he died without turning a blind eye during his lifetime, and his body would remain unsighted for decades, until the golden body of penance was wiped clean by the long years.

Wang Qitai couldn't cover the body's angry eyes, sighed, and put the body in a solemn sitting position.

"Since I was a child, I didn't like to fight and fight, and I would rather continue people's vitality than cut off people's vitality. Confucianism has the methods of life, killing, yin, and yang, and I took the way of life back then, and the later I became, the greater the difference with my brother. He practiced to learn martial arts, and I practiced to have the energy to learn the knowledge of helping the world and saving people. I use medical skills to save people, and he uses martial arts to kill people. I planted the farmland and produced machinery to facilitate the lives of the townspeople, and he broke the army and left countless orphans and widows with nowhere to go. ”

He stopped talking a few more times, but finally told us his exclamation,

"On the issue of the Baiyun natives, I think we should reconcile with the natives and work together to build a republic of Baiyun, and he insists that we Chinese people are the dominant ones and should manage the various tribes of Baiyun like the counties of Middle Earth. Sometimes no one can resist the other, so they take care of each other and don't communicate with each other. He fought with Aung San, and I was not allowed to intervene, and when I contacted the Jinsha and Shenhe departments, he did not bother to cooperate. If it weren't for the fact that we all understood that a split would lead to a defeat, and that we would have to work together for the survival and growth of the townspeople, we would have gone our separate ways. My brother is dead, and I am the one who should reflect on myself. ”

- Murong Zhi and I actually have our own goals, she wants to rebuild the Great Yan Kingdom in Middle-earth, and I am not unusual. We are now struggling to survive together in Baiyun Township, I wonder if we will be together when we grow up?

I saw that Murong Zhi seemed to be listening intently to Wang Qitai's narration, and no other thoughts were revealed.

The future is coming.

I think.

"I know all about your bravery, as evidenced by the snatching of my brother's body from the hands of the Jindan warrior just now. Next, I think I can tell you the secret of the Falling Star Mountain, which is related to the source of the power of the Aung San tribe and the reason for the existence of this Baiyun Township, which is a hypothesis that my brother and I have explored and deduced for decades, and I think it is not far from the truth. Above the wooden birds, there are only three of us, not afraid to leak secrets, you listen quietly. ”

"Hmm. ”

Murong Zhi turned around and sneezed towards me, as if the cold air in the sky made her a little cold.

In fact, it was only from my angle that I saw a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, and my gaze met her fleeting greedy gaze.

That's all the greed of a real pirate.