Lock and secure

Li Xian turned around to avoid his attack, drew out a dagger and made a shallow cut on his neck. Yuan Zhaoling was most afraid of pain, and just as he was about to scream, Li Xian covered his mouth.

"Don't make trouble."

This knife move was somewhat similar to Li Er's. Yuan Zhaoling got confirmation from Luo Yao's face and knew that he was another god. The expression on his face was extremely sad and angry.

"Where's the second brother? Why are you here?"

Yuan Zhaoling broke free from Li Xian's restraints and touched his scratched neck. "Second brother led people to lurk at the entrance to prevent people outside from coming in for support. They have already started to take action."

"My other four brothers are hiding near the Moon Road now. If Ye Qing fails and the Moon Tower reopens the passage, they will be responsible for blowing up the Moon Road. In addition, the explosives points have been installed in various places." Yuan Zhaoling said seriously.

The plan was rushed, and the situation after entering the Moon Tower was somewhat unexpected. The number of people inside the Moon Tower was beyond expectations. Lady Chang was an unexpected person, and Li Xian was an unexpected person. Fortunately, despite many unexpected things, everything was still going according to Bei Zhenting's plan.

Now everyone is in their positions, and it's time for them to go meet the Moon Lord and Lady Chang.

"Is it appropriate for Doctor Ye not to be here?" Shouldn't he wait for Doctor Ye? Luo Yao hesitated. Yuelou had massacred hundreds of people in Qingye Valley and burned down the Thousand Medicine Forest. Ye Qing couldn't be absent no matter what.

"Don't worry, Princess. Brother Qing won't miss it. I guess there's more fighting to do over at Yuedao later." Yuan Zhaoling moved his aching shoulders, his fists crackling as he squeezed them. "Follow the prince and kill the evil bandits. Now I can rest assured and step down. Hahaha, Prince, what do you think the emperor will reward us for killing these traitors?"

Bei Zhenting was in no mood to joke with Yuan Zhaoling.

No one paying attention didn't affect Yuan Zhaoling's dream at all. He held his sword and began to brag, "Brothers, if we pull this off, we'll be so proud. We might even be summoned by the Emperor to recognize our Songwu Yuan family, and be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold and a military officer position!"

People in the martial arts world may scoff at the affairs of the court, but the martial arts families, especially local forces like the Matsutsubahara family, hope to be recognized by the court.

The underworld forces have always had differences with the imperial court. It is common for them to abide by the major laws and ignore the minor laws and take advantage of loopholes.

No dynasty could tolerate these underworld forces, and the Dacheng Kingdom was certainly no exception.

It's just that the Yuan family is huge and powerful, not to mention that there are spies from the Xin Palace all over the country. During the three years of Dacheng and the five years of war, the emperor had neither the time nor the power to eliminate the Yuan family.

The Yuan family is usually not very active and has never participated in any major events, but no one dares to doubt their strength. If they really rebel, their spies spread across various countries and their invisible assassins are enough to change the emperor of the Dacheng Kingdom!

It can be said that the Yuan family has been able to survive until now thanks to its strength and the head of the family, Yuan Shao’s vengeful temper and cautiousness.

Yuan Zhaoling's heroic dream was too beautiful. The people of the Black Faction had lived in the gutter for many years, eating raw meat and drinking blood and being scolded by others. After hearing his fantasy, the scene in their minds where they were thrown vegetable leaves, cucumbers and rotten eggs by the people and the chaos in their lives turned into a harmonious and beautiful time where they were respected and loved by the people. They all looked very motivated.

Yuan Xiaobei, the youngest and most immature boy, stood up and declared his righteousness with righteous indignation: "Young Master! After we finish this job, let's go to the capital for fun! We've spent enough time in Lower Jingzhou (a place other than Jingzhou)! I haven't even been to the capital yet!"

"Okay!" Yuan Zhaoling agreed proudly, patting Luo Yao on the shoulder. "After we finish this job, I'll take you to Jingzhou to play. We'll stay at the princess's house!"

Luo Yao's face was filled with black lines. His home? The Duke's Mansion?

The Duke's Mansion was locked and guarded by the high monks of the Royal Temple under the pretext of not disturbing the heroic spirit. After such a long time, it is estimated that it has become a deserted general's temple.

The Luo family's ancestors' spirit tablets haven't even been moved out...

So many spirit tablets of Luo family generals...

After all this time, without Grandpa's daily incense offerings... I wonder if those heroic spirits have dissipated...

Luo Yao thought of the rows of memorial tablets he saw in the ancestral hall after traveling through time, and many images emerged in his mind, including his own and those of ancient Luo Yao:

The ancestral hall is not very big. There are no gorgeous altars and no expensive tributes. Even the incense burners are filled with yellow sand brought from the battlefields and deserts by ancient parents. The smoke is misty and lingers above the black coffins and memorial tablets. The memorial tablets in the top row have turned yellow with age.

In his memory, his grandfather was always wearing armor and fighting the enemy. His parents were both on the battlefield. No one was home during the New Year. Luo Yao had seen many people coming to burn incense. Among them were dignitaries, generals, military officers, and ordinary soldiers with missing limbs...

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When he grew up, Luo Yao also burned incense and offered sacrifices to his ancestors, praying for the safety of his father, mother, and grandfather. He made so many wishes in that small, cramped room...

He wishes every year that his father and mother will come back to spend the New Year with him.

The wish was made for many years, and later the child had one more wish, which was that his older brother would celebrate the New Year with him and take him out to play.

Time flew by, and the child grew into a young man of thirteen or fourteen years old, living in a huge mansion with several guards, servants, and a cook.

The war has eased, my parents and grandparents have gone to the battlefield, and they will come home for a few days during the New Year.

When his parents and grandfather were not around, the young man would go to burn incense every morning before practicing martial arts. That was a task assigned to him by his grandfather.

The boy had stopped making wishes a long time ago, as they never came true. His grandparents might not come home for the New Year. As for that older brother, although he didn't know what had happened, he had learned a few things from the neighbors...

The boy grew up and his fifteen-year-old brother was born. His grandfather stopped going to the battlefield and returned home to correct his sword and gun skills that had been messed up by him over the past decade.

When he was eighteen, his parents died on the battlefield. Less than a year of mourning followed. At nineteen, the boy learned of his marriage to the then-current Prince of Yong'an...

The boy fell into the river... and stepped into the underworld...

A nineteen-year-old boy met someone he might like... but he died... in a sea of fire...

The twenty-year-old boy found himself a pathetic substitute...

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Do you really have a home?

Luo Yao had a wry smile on his lips, which suddenly turned into a joke, "Don't even think about it, Master Yuan. I can't even get into my house."

Yuan Zhaoling made a face in disbelief, "No way! Isn't your grandfather..."

Bei Zhenting interrupted Yuan Zhaoling and said, "If you are too poor to stay in an inn, you can come to my mansion and stay as a guest!"

"Well...then forget it..." Yuan Zhaoling smiled fakely.

Li Xian made a silent gesture, "The fight has already started over there."

Everyone quieted down. A group of twenty or so Moon People hurried over. The leader saw Li Xian and asked anxiously, "Brother Yao, what are you doing here? The Moon Bridge was attacked, and you're not going to support it!"

Li Xian was in a panic, "Brother Tie, Chief He ordered us to protect Lady Chang and the Moon Lord and retreat. I heard that a fierce enemy came over on Yueqiao and killed dozens of our brothers!"

He Shou was a steward-like person in Yue Tower. After hearing what Li Xian said, the leader's doubts were dispelled. He glanced at the faces of the group of assassins behind Li Xian and hurriedly said goodbye and left. "Many brothers from Waiyue died in the forest and won't be back for a while. The situation is urgent. I won't waste my time talking to you!"

The team leader left with more than twenty people. After running a few steps, Bei Zhenting made a gesture, and the assassin guards following behind jumped forward. In an instant, only a few of the twenty people were left who were completely unprepared.

In order to prevent this group of people from screaming and alerting others, Li Xian flew over and took care of the remaining few people, making them shut their mouths forever before they could even shout.

After they chopped the people down, they quickly destroyed the bodies. The bodies were dragged to the house next door, sprinkled with powder to remove the bloody smell, and then the group continued on their way.

"How far is it?"