Tian Yuan

"I need to drink a pot of good wine before I die."

Chen Qingyuan took out the wine brewed decades ago from the cellar. When he opened it and smelled it, the rich aroma filled his nose and was refreshing.

Sit in the courtyard of the wooden house, admire the beautiful scenery of the mountains, let the breeze blow on your face, and drink alone.

His face was covered in wrinkles and his hair was thinning and graying.

All vitality is about to slip away and the body feels a little weak.

After finishing this jar of wine, I still felt unsatisfied.

"Not enough to drink."

Chen Qingyuan sat on the recliner and gently closed his eyes, enjoying the last moments of this journey of life. He felt peaceful and comfortable inside.

About a year of life will pass quickly.

Life remains the same, nothing has changed.

Half a year later, a change affected Chen Qingyuan's peaceful life.

A lot of people suddenly poured into such a remote deep mountain forest.

In the past thirty years or so, very few people came here.

A few times, Chen Qingyuan met herbalists and hunters. If there was a chance, he wouldn't mind chatting with them.

There was a rustling sound. Chen Qingyuan looked and saw hundreds of people walking towards him quickly. Everyone had a panicked and frightened look on their face. Some were pushing a small wooden cart, some were holding children, and some were carrying large bags.

Looking at the appearance of these people, they are obviously fleeing.

“There is a house here.”

"A few years ago, my little tiger came in to hunt and mentioned this matter. Someone lives in seclusion here and does not bother with the world."

"Why don't we go over and ask for a bowl of water?"

"With so many of us, we might disturb others."

"We've been walking for two hours, it's time to take a break."

More than a hundred people came from the same village, not far from here.

After discussing it, they decided that the respected village chief should go over and negotiate with the host family to see if they could get some tea, at least to moisten their lips.

The village chief came over with a few young men, and the rest of the people stayed where they were and waited, so as not to scare the host.

"Master, I apologize for disturbing you."

When he reached the door, the village chief did not go in directly, but instead cast his gaze on Chen Qingyuan, who was lying in the yard taking a nap. He had a kind face and bowed.

Chen Qingyuan had already noticed this group of people, but did not take the initiative to talk to them.

However, since there are guests, we cannot ignore them.

"Please come in."

Chen Qingyuan stood up slowly and smiled politely.

"Thank you."

The village chief bowed again.

After entering, there was a simple and rough wooden table in the courtyard, where Chen Qingyuan and the village chief sat opposite each other. Several young people who came with him stood aside, honest and silent.

"Dude, what's going on with you guys?"

To outsiders, Chen Qingyuan was already a gray-haired old man with wrinkles all over his face, looking very weathered, with one foot in the coffin.

The village chief was very old, with thinning hair and skinny body. But because he had been doing farm work since he was young, he was strong and could walk such a long distance.

"Alas!" The village chief sighed and said, "There is chaos and turmoil outside. In order to survive, we have no choice but to abandon our ancestral property and flee to the mountains for refuge."

"War and chaos? What's the reason?"

Chen Qingyuan remembered that the last time he went out, the order of the dynasty was stable and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment. How could it suddenly become so chaotic?

"The new emperor ascended the throne, but due to his young age, it was difficult for him to win the support of the people. A prince took the opportunity to cause trouble and started a rebellion."

The village chief told the information he knew.

In the power struggle, the most unfortunate are the ordinary people. They used to live a stable life, but in order to survive, they have to leave their homes and see no hope for the future.

"Drink tea."

Chen Qingyuan personally poured a cup of tea for the village chief.

"Thank you."

Out of politeness, the village chief picked up the cup of tea with both hands, took a big sip, and felt much better.

"Master, more than a hundred people from our village have fled here. We are thirsty and want to ask for more water shamelessly."

The village chief stood up and pleaded very solemnly.

"Don't be so polite. There is a well over there. Go get some water yourself!"

Chen Qingyuan pointed to a corner of the yard and gestured.

"Thank you, Master."

After getting permission, the village chief bowed and expressed his gratitude.

Afterwards, several young men who came with them went to fetch water, carrying two wooden buckets and walked outside, asking the villagers to line up to drink water and not to fight for it.

After resting for half an hour, the village chief made an invitation: "Master, this area has not been very peaceful recently. You should come with us! After crossing these mountains and walking a distance, we can reach the nearby prefectures and counties. I heard that it is safer there."

"No need." Chen Qingyuan shook his head and refused.

"Okay then! Take care of yourself."

The village chief no longer insisted and left with everyone.

Watching these people leave, Chen Qingyuan decided to go out for a walk.

He was wearing a coarse linen shirt and holding a three-foot iron sword.

With big strides, he headed straight towards the crowd.

After many days of investigation, Chen Qingyuan roughly understood the whole story.

An ambitious prince took advantage of the period when the new king's throne was not yet stable to start a war in order to ascend the throne.

Wherever the rebel army passed, there was chaos.

After entering the city, they raped and looted for three days in order to reward the soldiers.

Thousands of people suffered, and their fate was so tragic that it was unbearable to look at.

The rebels are gaining momentum. It is said that a hundred thousand elite soldiers have been assembled and are about to attack the royal city in the shortest possible time and overthrow the dynasty.

The government and the people were shocked and terrified.

In order to protect themselves, many officials secretly communicated with the rebel king, using flattering words to show their loyalty.

Ten days later, Chen Qingyuan arrived in Tongcheng.

Tongcheng is a fortress leading to the royal capital. Once this city is lost, the consequences will be disastrous.

The new emperor dispatched a large number of troops in the hope of holding this line of defense.

However, the rebel king had already arranged everything. The deputy general of Tongcheng became the internal support. When the enemy was at the gate of the city, he led a team of troops and forced open the city gate from the inside.

With internal and external forces working together, Tongcheng is about to fall.

Late at night, the lights are on as bright as day.

The sound of fighting was constant and deafening.

Just then Chen Qingyuan arrived and swung his sword, causing the sky to collapse and the earth to split.

"Rumble"

The earth shook and the mountains trembled, and both sides were frightened.

A crack about two feet wide rose from the ground and was a thousand feet long, just isolating the rebels outside the city gate and preventing them from getting close.

Hundreds of people slipped and fell into the cracks, escaping death.

On the city wall, Chen Qingyuan was holding an iron sword in his hand. The firelight stretched his figure very long, his clothes fluttered, and he looked very handsome.

"Who...is that person?"

Both sides stopped fighting and were stunned.

A sword can split the ground thousands of feet apart. Is he still a human?

After all, Chen Qingyuan lived in this dynasty for decades, so he did something before his death.

"Could he be the master swordsman who has disappeared for decades?"

Someone thought of a legend from long ago, combined with the terrifying power of the sword, and immediately made a guess and said in horror.