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Chapter 535: Seek Peace (ask for monthly ticket)

It was several days later.

In the south of the Yangtze River, some anxious voices were heard.

"how's it going??"

"Ugh!"

"What are you talking about? Just say it!" Lei Laomeng's tone became a little anxious. He grabbed the old sorcerer's arm and unconsciously used force because of his anxiety. Fortunately, this guy's martial arts skills were really average, so the old sorcerer was not angry.

He looked outside and saw a sea of ​​people waiting.

Most of them were Han army captains who followed the King of Qin in fighting everywhere.

The old sorcerer could fully understand the emotions of Lei Laomeng and others.

Emperor Yingguo summoned up his last bit of bravery and heroism, trying to drag the Qilin Army into the vortex. Li Guanyi personally guarded Zhenbei Pass. It was a fierce battle. Although this battle was a final victory, it was indeed the most critical battle that the Qilin Army had experienced since its uprising.

The rear of Jiangnan was almost breached.

If it weren't for the 'mysterious general' who boosted the morale of the army, and if it weren't for Yue Pengwu's return at the critical moment, even if Jiangnan was defended, the situation would probably be extremely tragic.

At that time, Ying State was using both sides to kill someone with a borrowed knife, and Tian Ce Mansion was going to suffer a great loss.

However, Yue Pengwu returned.

This means that outside Zhenbei Pass, only Li Guanyi is confronting Jiang Su.

The battlefield in the northern border came to a brief end. After the King of Qin came back and met Murong Qiu Shui, he knew that Jiangnan was truly safe. He went out to boost the morale of the troops and held a grand banquet to celebrate the victory. However, after the banquet was over, he fell down and slept for several days.

Because the matter was of great importance, the news was blocked.

But everyone who knew the news became panicked.

Lei Laomeng brought the seven old ghosts of the Qilin Army, but these old ghosts came from ordinary backgrounds and their medical skills were very niche. They were good at medical skills that could be popularized at a certain level of cultivation. It cannot be said that they did not know how to deal with Li Guanyi's condition, but it can be said that they were completely in the dark.

So he quickly "invited" the rare old sorcerer over.

The old sorcerer looked at the big men and counselors outside who were rubbing their hands and looking at him, and he felt helpless. He was afraid that all the heroes and famous ministers and generals in this half of the world were here.

The names of these people could fill half a history book.

At this moment, everyone is worried.

If the old sorcerer told them that jumping into the sea could wake the King of Qin up, these hanged men would probably line up to jump.

Especially someone who was not afraid of death and went straight to fight with Ying state's veteran general He Ruoqinhu. Yue Qianfeng, who was the main force to resist He Ruoqinhu, had one arm broken and was tied there with a large circle of white cloth wrapped around his head. He looked much more miserable than the King of Qin.

Still huddled here, pushing forward.

Yue Qianfeng was grief-stricken at that time, because of the death of his teacher, he fought with rage and blood burning, but on the opposite side, He Ruoqinhu was in a similar state of mind -

The great emperor, whom he had followed since he was a teenager, was right behind him.

How could he lose?
How could he retreat?

The battle was extremely fierce. When Yue Qianfeng was dragged back, he was unconscious. However, He Ruoqinhu still vomited blood under the siege of four famous generals. At that time, Yue Qianfeng only laughed a few times and then fell down with his head raised.

The generals were shocked, thinking that the most valiant and brave general in the Qilin Army had died in battle. However, they heard a snoring sound on the battlefield. Everyone was shocked to see the general lying in a pool of blood on the battlefield, having fallen asleep from exhaustion.

It is a great courage and bravery.

But it is not particular at all.

The old sorcerer tried to comfort them for a while, but these people were too loud.

Finally, the old sorcerer got angry and drove them all out of the yard. The generals carrying apples and other things were very embarrassed. The old sorcerer said, "His Royal Highness the King of Qin needs to rest. You guys are gathering here, and the air is stuffy. Go out."

Yue Qianfeng was overjoyed: "That means, His Majesty is fine?!"

The old sorcerer scolded:

"The King of Qin is 22 years old. According to martial arts legend, he has a very long life. What happened? But you and others, if you don't take care of yourselves, I'm afraid you won't be able to go to the battlefield soon and will have to be carried on a stretcher."

He drove everyone out, but Lei Laomeng stayed behind. In fact, the reason Yue Pengwu was able to come back so quickly was because of the auspicious eagle of the grassland. It was Lei Laomeng who successfully made this guy willing to work hard.

The omnipotent Lei Laomeng once again made military achievements.

He was also a mature and calm person. After closing the door, he helped and whispered, "Old man, if His Majesty is fine, how could he not wake up now?"

The old sorcerer said, "It is said that martial arts are about the creation of nature. Your Majesty has reached this level at the young age. Even if you lost some of your lifespan in the fierce battle with Jiang Su, it cannot be considered as damaging your foundation."

"Just rest quietly and absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, and it will be replenished bit by bit eventually. What's worse is the pain in your heart."

Lei Laomeng opened his mouth, but was speechless.

The old warlock looked at the closed door and sighed.

In the few lines of history books, only the great victory of the King of Qin is recorded, saying that he was decisive and calm, and deployed the troops. However, no one knew that at the most dangerous moment of that day, in front of him was the army of 500,000 led by the god of war Jiang Su, and in the back was Zhenbei City.

Knowing that Jian Kuang is in trouble and Jiang Wanxiang has broken through, Li Guanyi, who is in danger in Jiangnan, can only entrust his last strength to him.

He didn't know whether he could win or not, and he didn't know whether he would die. There was the strongest enemy in front of him and danger behind him. Even the strongest person would feel sadness and fear. But at that time, he just pulled the Spear of Annihilation from his shoulder.

Breathing in the air that smelled like the murderous aura of swords and knives, feeling the pain in his heart and wounds, he stood on the battlefield, gripped his weapon even tighter, and roared forward, letting his heart ache and his eyes turn red.

I can only fight with all my might.

At that time, even sadness was a luxury for the King of Qin. As the old saying goes, there is no greater sorrow than a dead heart, and physical death is second only to it. The King of Qin guarded the country's borders with weapons in his hands. After returning, he boosted morale and finally arranged everything.

He has the right to be sad.

Carrying the great wish of world peace.

Even grief should not be shown outwardly.

The Human Emperor has no joy and no tears.

Rather than the injuries on his body, it was the exhaustion in his heart that made him fall into a deep sleep. At least in his dreams, he could still have some time to rest. However, Lei Laomeng had not experienced the same life as the old sorcerer and did not know the pain of a dead heart.

Just hearing about the impact of life span made him worried.

"Lifespan?!"

"The elixir of immortality is useless?"

The old sorcerer said, "If it was useful, why would my useless disciple die? It just makes life more vigorous. Even the Qilin and the dragon will have their day of death. How can there be anything in the world that is eternal and immortal?"

Lei Laomeng paused, and said, "Well, then, replenishing vitality is somewhat useful. Can you refine it, old man?"

The old sorcerer said unhappily: "In this situation, it would be useless even if we dig Hou Zhongyu out."

Lei Laomeng just sighed in frustration.

Just as he was worrying, he suddenly heard a noise coming from inside the house. Then the door was opened and Murong Qiushui staggered out, saying, "Guan Yi, Guan Yi is awake!"

The old warlock's eyes lit up instantly, and he turned around and rushed in like the wind.

Realizing that he had lost his composure, he tidied his appearance, saluted, and stepped in. Sure enough, he saw Li Guanyi leaning on the bed. This 22-year-old famous general had a dignified demeanor and a youthful appearance, except for his temples with white frost, which was quite eye-catching.

After the old sorcerer examined him, he said, "Your Majesty, do you feel any discomfort?"

Li Guanyi replied, "It's just that I was too exhausted on the battlefield. I finally returned to Jiangnan and settled down, but I fainted all of a sudden. It's really a worry for you, old sir."

The old sorcerer looked at Li Guanyi and said nothing more. He just said:
"It's a good thing that your majesty has recovered. During this period of time, everyone was quite worried. However, the murderous aura on the battlefield was too strong. The sword and gun fighting consumed a lot of energy and blood, and the loss was huge."

Li Guanyi said: "I understand, old sir, don't worry, I will take good care of my body."

The old warlock sighed, nodded, and turned to walk out.

Suddenly I felt helpless.

He has seen too much. These people always say that they will take care of their health, but they always rush to the front. On the battlefield, fighting for many years, how many faces laughed and said they would come back next time, but never came back?
These people are brave and they honor their promises.

But he is also the least trustworthy.

Nothing to do.

After Li Guanyi woke up, he propped himself up and saw many generals and good friends. He had broken through that barrier and achieved the realm of martial arts legend. Martial arts legend is not so much an increase in strength as it is a state and control.

He was full of energy and spirit at the moment, but for some reason, he still felt tired.

When the generals saw that Li Guanyi was safe and sound, they naturally felt relieved. Li Guanyi still asked them to bring all the current intelligence files. He sat on the windowsill and read them one by one, while asking the generals about the specific situation.

Although everyone was worried about his health, they also knew about the changes in the world and reported them in detail.

The balance that had been maintained for a long time, the false peace has ended. Even after the war, the border between Qin and Ying is still tense, and the border troops are always in a state of preparation for war. The trade of both sides has stagnated and turned into an internal circulation structure.

The land bordering the two sides is Zhenbei City and the city that was previously attacked by Yuwen Lie and others. There are many mountains in the middle, and it is not easy to cross. After this battle, both Zhenbei City and Yu'an City need to further strengthen their city defenses.

This requires a lot of gold, silver and manpower.

At the same time, the casualties in this war were not low, and they required pensions and care.

In addition, the territory of Chen State, which had just been captured, and the various forces in the Turkic steppes also needed to be further controlled...

A war represents that conflicts have accumulated to a limit and then erupted in the most violent and direct way. However, victory or defeat after the war is not the end. There are still many things that need to be dealt with afterwards, which require a lot of effort.

Li Guanyi talked with Yan Daiqing, Mr. Pojun and others for several days, and arranged all the matters concerning Tiance Mansion after the war. After they determined the general direction and framework, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Everyone looked at each other, then got up and left. Li Guanyi accompanied his aunt for a walk. When he went out, he saw that the entire Jiangnan state capital was still as prosperous as ever. He had been in Jiangnan for seven or eight years, and this city was the first place covered by their ideals.

This is the place where the fire first burned, so the changes here are particularly huge. Li Guanyi walked through the crowd of people, but he had a feeling of trance and speechlessness. He clearly won a great victory and saw such a prosperous world, but he was distracted.

Murong Qiushui wanted to make him happy, so he forced a smile, pointed to the distance, and said, "Li Nuer, look..."

She turned around and was stunned. Jiangnan was a bustling place, and the young man was wearing a blue robe with dark patterns and rolled up sleeves. He stood there with white hair falling down at his temples, and he had a huge sense of alienation and loneliness.

"Auntie."

Li Guanyi held Murong Qiushui's arm. He looked at Murong Qiushui and finally did not mention the departure of his great-grandfather or anything else. He just whispered:
"do not go……"

Murong Qiu Shui nodded.

Li Guanyi felt that he was despicable.

He was using his aunt's sadness and her emotions to bind her, and then using such a "despicable" way to help her get out of her sadness, but he still did it, gently and despicably.

The world is vast, and his only blood relative left is his aunt.

The officials of Tiance Mansion were busy dealing with matters during this period, and there were also officials who recorded history, and they recorded all these matters. As one of them, Saatanti helped the elders collect information and record these matters.

Whether it is the death of the Red Emperor or the fall of Jiang Wanxiang.

Ji Yanzhong took Princess Changle and jumped off the cliff, and a battle broke out in two directions.

These were the most turbulent events of this era, events that were enough to leave a mark in the history books. Among these events, there was an anthology of essays on various folk affairs, which recorded the death of the sword maniac Murong Longtu.

This was not to please the emperor or to include the emperor's relatives in the biographies to please him. It was just that the swordsman was truly an extraordinary figure who, to a certain extent, changed the era with his sword.

If it weren't for the sword from the sword maniac Murong Longtu, Jiang Wanxiang's luck would have collapsed.

In the south of the Yangtze River, even if Yue Pengwu returns, it will be a life-and-death battle.

With one sword, he cut off the destiny and defeated the emperor. This was the ultimate in the martial arts world.

The history book recording the King of Qin would not be shown to him, but other parts would be presented to him. However, although there was praise in this text, the King of Qin suddenly became furious. This was the only time that Saatanti saw Tianger in such a state, and it was also the only time that the King of Qin lost his composure on the bluestone.

Even the King of Qin, who still smiled in the face of despair, and Tianger, whose reputation spread far and wide, pointed to the historical records and said:

"What does it mean that Murong Long is planning to die?!"

The historian was puzzled and only replied: "The sword maniac Murong Longtu cut off his luck and left. No trace of him was seen again. His aura had dissipated. He eventually died in the world. For a swordsman to die in the world, isn't that magnificent?"

This is a very standard tone of a scholar.

Wow!

The King of Qin grabbed the scroll and threw it at the historian, shocking him so much that his face turned pale. However, even at this moment, the scroll did not hit his forehead or anything like that, but only hit him on the body. The King of Qin remained silent and suddenly shouted:

"He's not dead!"

"no!"

"You haven't seen his body, nor his last strike with the sword, so how can you say he's dead?"

"Great? Great about what?!"

The civil officials were pale, not knowing why the King of Qin was so angry. They were trembling slightly because of such surprise and fear. However, Saatanti raised her head. The girl looked quietly at the angry King of Qin, her heart was confused but silent.

Why is this hero of the world so sad and desolate when he is angry?

The King of Qin was furious and ordered all the officials and celebrities to retreat. They were all frightened in their hearts. He was already the overlord who had conquered the world and occupied half of it. He was like a dragon in troubled times, galloping through history and legends.

In fact, even though this world is so big, no one has the courage to face the wrath of the King of Qin, and not many people can really stand by him and tell him the truth.

The King of Qin drove everyone away.

He cursed to himself: "The historian is a scholar, he knows nothing about war and horses, and he knows nothing about the world!"

Until finally, a hand pressed on the young king's shoulder.

Li Guanyi's voice paused.

The old Siming looked at him, his voice gentle and calm:

"Murong Longtu is dead."

"brat……"

Li Guan immediately retorted: "No..."

Old Siming's voice rose, as if he was about to break something:

"he died!"

The angry King of Qin paused with his fangs and claws like a unicorn, and then seemed to lose his strength and become dejected. He staggered back and sat on the chair, looking at the first draft of history, lowered his head, and stopped talking.

There was pity in the old Siming's eyes.

The Qilin in troubled times is now like an abandoned cat.

King Qin lowered his head and whispered, "Grandfather is a master of swordsmanship. He took the life-extending Gu. His martial arts skills are extraordinary. He will not die. He just left..."

"Besides, there is the Red Dragon. Didn't Zhang Ziyong's martial arts skills start from the ancient Red Dragon? So, my great-grandfather..."

This is said to Lao Siming, or perhaps it is said to myself.

The old Siming said: "Even the sun will set."

The King of Qin sat there alone.

The hero who conquered the world now seems like a child.

Old Sima Ming sighed. Even though he was used to seeing all this, he still felt sad when he saw this situation. He left alone, closed the door, and let the King of Qin face it all alone.

The King of Qin sat there all night, and when the moonlight and starlight shone down, his memories became vivid.

These civil servants and historians went to pay their respects to those gentlemen who could persuade the King of Qin at this time. After pondering, Wen Qingyu chose to take a step back. However, Yan Daiqing was surprised and said that the King of Qin was not targeting anyone but the matter, and he would not vent his anger on you.

He comforted everyone and promised to bring them back to apologize the next day.

But on the second day, when the historian came to pay another visit to the King of Qin under the leadership of Pojun and Yan Daiqing, they saw the King of Qin alone, holding a sword and sleeping quietly with his eyes closed. On the table, the historical records were like a knife, and the original records had been wiped out.

It only left behind a new ending, the record of [Sword maniac Murong Longtu, who broke the Qi for eight hundred years with one sword, forgot about the sword and entered the Tao, flew away on a dragon, and disappeared from the human world]. Yan Daiqing looked at the record that the king insisted on changing.

I watched him fall asleep with his eyes closed while holding the sword, his white hair hanging down at his temples and his brows seemed to be wrinkled.

Perhaps, the hero who picks up the sword and tramples the world into pieces, the king who opens up an era and a peaceful future, the figure that everyone longs to follow, is still the child he was back then in his heart.

He just tried his best to grab something.

He and his aunt were fleeing for their lives and finally got out. Facing the dangers of the martial arts world, he habitually held his sword and halberd. An old man came to him with a sword in his hand, said, "I'm here for you," and then stood in front of him, blocking the wind and rain in front of him.

He refused to accept his great-grandfather's departure and would rather stubbornly and ridiculously leave such a childish mark in the world and in history with the majesty of a king, the royal power of a hegemon, his pride and arrogance.

And such a king's misbehavior was eventually recorded in the history books along with [Sword maniac Murong Longtu, who entered the Tao through sword, became a legend in the martial arts world, and finally ascended to heaven on a dragon].

………………

When the army of Ying State retreated, Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqinhu and Qin Yulong led the army. Their hearts were still firm, but the entire army was caught in two complicated emotions: the king was gone, and the war was defeated. The army was extremely depressed.

Among them, He Ruoqinhu, Qin Yulong and others tried hard to inspire and boost morale.

However, the impact of such a huge impact on morale could not be simply boosted. Just when the morale had become so low that it was almost like clouds falling from the sky, the vanguard army suddenly stagnated.

It was already autumn, and the world seemed vast and boundless.

A dragon colt, an old man, with an ink-black cloak hanging down, as solemn as towering mountains, holding the magic spear that pierced the Kirin in troubled times, dignified, cold, hard, yet extremely trustworthy and powerful.

The low morale was broken, and the feeling of sadness that enveloped the entire army was torn apart again. Jiang Su galloped over, ignoring Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqinhu, and Qin Yulong. He just dismounted, holding the magic spear Jimie, and walked through the army step by step.

He walked up to the king's coffin.

The Lance of Extinction was stuck in the ground. The God of War Jiang Su half-knelt on the ground, raised his broad palm, pressed it on the coffin, and said in a low voice:

"Your Majesty... I am here."

The whole army was in grief.

The sky and the earth were vast. When Emperor Ying returned, the whole country of Ying was in mourning. The avenues in the capital of Ying leading to the imperial palace were filled with people who spontaneously wore mourning clothes. Paper money fluttered in the air, and the earth was as vast as snow covering it.

The god of war Jiang Su carried the coffin and supported the spirit.

In a trance, it was like the heavy snow that year, Jiang Wanxiang was aging, he carried Jiang Wanxiang on his back and walked in the palace, Jiang Wanxiang said, "I'll leave it to you from now on, I'm still going to die..."

The god of war Jiang Su was silent, as if he was still carrying Jiang Wanxiang on his back, carrying the Great Ying Kingdom forward step by step. Just like when the young Jiang Wanxiang was exhausted from practicing martial arts, he carried the young man who fell asleep due to exhaustion and walked through the world of fireworks.

"No matter what, we will defeat Qilin."

In the south wind, King Qin brushed the wooden sword, his determination remained unchanged.

"We have traveled thousands of miles across the world, and we must win."

Paper money is like white snow, and the god of war still stubbornly supports the world of Daying. The wind in the south of the Yangtze River remains the same, and the King of Qin still has the same temperament as when he was young.

In the south and the north, at the two ends of the world.

In the history of the Qing Dynasty, many military gods and Qin kings were lost in this year, but they only whispered:

"Will……"

"The world is at peace."

Among all the heroes in the world, none has a heart as hard as iron.

Refuse to look back.

(End of this chapter)