MTL - Lord Seventh-Chapter 72 Final Battle II

Chapter 72 The Final Battle II ...

Wu Xi felt that he had a big dream that turned the world upside down. The dream was too real. All the people and things in it seemed to be real, making him a little confused between reality and illusory.

He dreamed that the sun-drenched horse carriage was walking through the rich mountains and waters of southern Xinjiang, walking a long way, seeing a lot of people, and then went to the most beautiful and beautiful place in the world where there were thirty miles of endless flowing moon watching. On the river, the river, there are beauties and singing and dancing.

Then I met a person. The person's eyes moved between them, as if he were more agile than Wang Yuehe, with a smile on his face. He always had a way to make his life very comfortable. He likes fine wine, beautiful people, talking and doing things. With such a calm and calm, never arguing with people. However, there are many problems on his body.

But when Wuxi saw the man, he felt that his heart was going to melt.

He dreamed of many peaceful days. The man leaned leaning against a recliner under a tree, squinting lazily, and talking slowly about things that were not in the books, as if those things were born to him. You know, you do n’t even have to type the manuscript, you can talk about half asleep and awake, and occasionally raise your hand to drink a cup of tea. The wide robe sleeve brings out a special fragrance.

I also dreamed of the man's warm palms, dreamed that he laughed and scolded helplessly and said "you little poison" to him, dreamed that he was holding a sable in his arms, the red line on his neck was worn, and the crisp ring was looming now. Son, dreaming of that night, the blood ignited to death.

But those joys made him so uneasy, as if he felt something was wrong, Wuxi stared at the man's smiling face with wide eyes, and looked at him, feeling panicked. Then the clear face of the person in front of him became paler and paler, so that people could see the blood vessels under his skin, and then the corner of his curved mouth went down, his eyes became more and more empty, and the corners of his mouth were drenched with red blood, falling drop by drop. On his snow-white brocade.

Wuxi felt that he was scared to death, reached out to reach him, but could n’t reach it. Then his feet were emptied, and all his consciousness was distorted. Only the despair, stayed in his heart, stuck in his chest, like Exploded his heart as well.

Wu Xi opened his eyes wryly, his vision was extremely blurred, and the sound of a carriage was in his ear. He stayed for a while, but couldn't remember where he was, but couldn't help raising his hand to cover his chest, his eyes were cold, and I was stunned, but I was surprised that I was in tears.

A man with a loud voice cried, "Witch boy woke up, witch boy woke up!"

So at that moment, Wuxi came up with some kind of absurd idea-wouldn't it be on the way to Beijing? All that was still his imagination, and it hadn't happened yet.

Then Alai's face appeared in his vision, and he clumsily lifted him up: "Witch boy, drink some water."

Wuxi's eyes glanced up at the corners of his slightly wrinkled eyes, and then passed his adult hands, the thought in his heart, like a firework falling in the water, slowly extinguished, and finally only left A ball of ashes drifted into the icy water.

He silently drank half a bowl of water in the hand of Adele, closed his eyes, leaned on the cushion behind him, his mind was blank, and he only intently experienced the pain coming from his heart—a wave of a wave Waves of pain, like a heartbreaker.

Jing Beiyuan ... Jing Beiyuan ... Jing Beiyuan ... Jing Beiyuan ...

Atami and Nuaha were trembling and looked at him aloud, and saw Wuxi leaning there, his face pale against his chest, his eyes closed for a while, and his chest was almost Without seeing the ups and downs, his heavy eyebrows frowned tightly.

After a long while, he suddenly asked, "Where have you been?"

Aya Lai and Nu Aha glanced at each other, Nu Aha whispered: "It has passed through Shu."

Wuxi nodded gently, and said nothing again.

Suddenly, Ai Lai opened her mouth and yelled at Nu Aha. He glanced back at Nu Aha fiercely and still spoke recklessly: "Witch boy, when I was at the inn some days ago, I heard that the Wag Dai people in the north are already hitting Beijing ... "

Wuxi opened his eyes and glanced at him. The dark eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of matter, and no longer so clear that the mood, anger and sorrow appeared on it as before, and Alai suddenly found that his eyes were a little different. Like a witch boy, like who? Like Lord Nanning and Prince Daqing, there are so many things inside that people can't see clearly and secretly.

But he still said frowningly: "Witch boy, let's turn the horse's head and say a word!" He opened the slave and tried to hold his hand, angrily, "Don't stop me, Wang Ye? Wang Ye must be doing the right thing? I see that Wang Ye's mind is also very muddy! Witch boy, let ’s go back, let ’s go back to Beijing to **** others out, and we ’ll finish everything else, no matter. Hit the prince with a board, call him, call him ... "

Wuxi glanced at him indifferently, and the words behind Alai were caught in his throat, then Wuxi said clearly and briefly: "Fast horses and whip."

Ai Lai and Nu Aha were stunned, and only listened to him then said: "Hurry the horse back to South Xinjiang, don't regret the horses, and tell the brothers to work hard for a few days, be sure to rush back to South Xinjiang as soon as possible, as soon as possible-wait for me to adjust Come here, find me a fast horse and abandon the carriage. "

Grandma opened her mouth, half a moment: "Witch boy ..."

Wuxi had closed his eyes again, as if he had settled in, and stopped talking to him.

——Isn't Wang Ye doing something right? But the man thought that he had reached that point, and always felt that he had planned everything and everything made sense. He planned his own way, the way of others, the way of life, and the way of death one by one. Discuss with anyone.

Jing Beiyuan is accustomed to perfunctory, admitting mistakes at any time, but he is too lazy to argue with others. He really decides what the others decide, let alone beak, so there is no room for discussion. What is he in his heart? a child? A person who needs someone to take care of, needs someone to teach, is unreliable ... just like he did to Alai?

After three hours, Wuxi replaced the fast horse and galloped all the way.

He reluctantly didn't think about Jing Beiyuan, didn't think about the situation in Beijing at the moment, and only focused on what was going on. On the surface it was calm like a bar of standing water.

Actually, the remaining one-month trip was compressed to six days. He was alone on the way, and three horses were exhausted.

In these short six days, Wuxi learned to suppress his emotions, suppress his expression, and suppress everything at an unimaginable speed. Learned to keep everything in your heart and only show others what you want others to know. Learned to insert an unshakable pillar in his own heart, that is, Taishan can deal with it in an orderly manner.

His life was suddenly stretched for the first time when he was defeated in South Xinjiang and went to Beijing alone as a proton. He lived in another country for ten years and witnessed and experienced assassinations, had to bow his head, lived a strange life, and made him furious. After the conspiracy and the acacia of the bones, it was stretched a second time; at this time, sudden changes took place, completing his last metamorphosis.

With a group of southern Xinjiang warriors in fear, they rushed back to South Xinjiang along the way. At one time, Wu Xi thought that when he returned to this land, he would have mixed feelings. However, at this time, he had nothing in his heart. Those emotions were suppressed by him so much that he was dull, just trembling, but not attracted.

Before jumping off Malay, I did n’t have time to scoop up to collect dust, or even to drink a sip of water. The first thing Wuxi did was to grab the collar of the person who greeted him: "I'm going to see the big wizard, right away! "

The shaman was very old, his hair was all white, and countless lines climbed up to his skinny face, as if carved by a knife.

The moment Wuxi saw him, he suddenly found that the wizard was no longer what he remembered, and he could not help stopping at the door.

The great wizard lit a cigarette, spit it out, waved his thin hands, and told everyone to quit, leaving him and Wuxi alone, looking at each other. The lock in Wuxi's heart was suddenly loose, and all emotions-grievances, pain, depression, and thoughts were like dying out of the dyke, and he gritted his teeth so hard that he finally held back and remained stable. He raised his feet and went in, kneeling on the ground, and gave the big wizard a head: "Teacher, I'm back."

The big wizard sighed, holding the table to his feet, slowly reaching out, holding the grown-up child's shoulders in his arms, feeling the young, strong, and powerful body, his eyes were far away Pass the open door and look out over the distant mountains.

Murmured: "Wuxi, Wuxi ..."

Wuxi closed his eyes, he thought, this is his home, but his heart is still left outside.

He then broke free from the arms of the wizard, and said Shen: "Teacher, I want to implore you."

The big wizard just said nothing, just put the cigarette rod to his mouth, and drew in silence, his eyes were still as clear as many years ago, as if he could see everyone's minds. When Wuxi was in trouble when he was a kid, he would always be afraid of the look that he knew everything, but now he is not afraid anymore, because he found that in the world, he can raise his emotions of "fear". many.

"Teacher, when I came here, I saw that the garrison at the southern border of Daqing was retreating. It was a Wag Wa nationality in the north. It was fighting Daqing. I think you know."

The big wizard sat back cross-legged, nodded at the words, and asked in a cloud of smoke: "Child, what do you want to say?"

Wuxi said, "I want to borrow troops from you and return to Daqing."

The big wizard's look remained the same, as it was not unexpected at all, and he calmly said, "Ten years, we have been in harmony with Daqing, and there is some trade on the border. Their silk Porcelain is very good. We marry here, and the boys go to offer gifts to the girls. Many people like to use Daqing's beautiful silk and playthings to please girls. But, have you forgotten that Daqing is our enemy? "

Wuxi shook his head and said, "I haven't forgotten. I remember when I left, I vowed to God, I will definitely come back, and I will never forget my people in my life. I will take my people back. I will remember who bullied us, and it will make those people die. But I still remember that you did not respond to this sentence, but only made me remember my people and my hometown. "

The big sorcerer smoked cigarettes without saying a word.

Wu Xi went on to say: "I still remember, you also said that the Great God of Xi looked at everything in meditation. Many things, our lives are too short, and we ca n’t see clearly at the time. I did n’t understand at that time. Now I know I was thinking wrong at the time. "

The wizard asked calmly, "What do you understand now?"

Wu Xi said, "Ten years ago, I felt we should build up our strength, fight back, avenge, and liquidate our anger and hatred, but what about the liquidation? Let's die a group of young brothers and let them The parents of my wife are sad and painful, let their children inherit hatred forever? I see that many of our people use Daqing's things. They or they remember the original thing, but they are not angry anymore. If they are always Would n’t it be painful to live with hatred? Is n’t the responsibility of the great wizard to make the tribe better to live? Why tie our tribe for that past anger? ”

The big wizard was silent for a moment and said, "Do you mean, should we forget the past?"

Wuxi shook his head and said, "We should not forget that we should still build up strength, and even use Daqing's strength to become stronger and live next to each other, so that fierce ambitionists no longer dare to plague our land. This is also conquest."

The big wizard looked at him for a moment, and suddenly laughed, his laughter grew louder and louder, and even a cigarette drank into his throat, making him cough.

"Ahem ... okay, okay ... Wuxi, I said that it was time for you to see the outside world. Although you are smart, you are too stubborn. I was very worried, but now it looks like you In Daqing, I learned a lot. "

Wuxi smiled gently: "I was taught by somebody." The grand wizard looked at him with a surprised look: "Oh, who is it?"

Wuxi shook his head. Now he needs to concentrate, don't think about that person, and pull back to the topic: "Teacher, you haven't said yet, you promised me not to send troops."

The great shaman turned his face and put the cigarette rod aside: "I have to listen to your reasons."

Wuxi Road: "Daqing has been hit hard this time. It hasn't recovered in a decade or two. We can take this opportunity to make ourselves stronger, but I think before that, we need to get rid of the status of a" Daqing country ". The Daqing crisis is now in urgent need of reinforcements, and it is a good opportunity to negotiate. I will lead the troops. If the crisis in Beijing can be resolved, the warriors in the South Xinjiang will be flooded with the capital. I know some of Prince Daqing, and he will not be ignorant of current affairs. Don't agree. "

The big wizard narrowed his eyes and sat still to correct himself. "Say on."

Wuxi said impatiently: "The border can also be opened, and I can even ask him for some convenience. We have a ravenous forest here. Outsiders are not easy to attack, but they also block our own sight. Our people , You can never see the outside world for a lifetime. "

He replied: "In addition, teacher, you may not know. At the time of Daqing, the emperor had three sons. They were all fighting for the throne. In the end, I chose the prince and could not talk about friendship. After all, there was no enmity. Because he was pragmatic. People, if he became an emperor, how would he think about how to make his people live a better life, instead of leaving his wise and mighty name in the history books. Daqing has developed for hundreds of years from the construction dynasty to the present. It's smooth and prosperous, he's not as confused as his father, so he won't take risks to come back to our idea. "

The big wizard nodded and listened: "The Wag Dai people are ambitious and want to annex the entire Central Plains and open up territories ... You are right, the prosperous world and the founding world are different. The former hopes for more stability and prosperity , The bloodthirsty in the latter's bones has not faded, he will hope for more land, more ups and downs. "

The big sorcerer looked at Wuxi with emotions: "You are grown up."

Wuxi waited and nodded his eyes, the big wizard stood up strenuously, turned to the inner room, and after a while, came out, holding a scepter in his hands, Wuxi opened his eyes wide—that is the big witch symbol of.

The big wizard came to Wuxi and said, "I am old, Wuxi, and southern Xinjiang will always be delivered to you."

Wuxi opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

The big wizard bit his finger, tremblingly drew a totem on the scepter, and then pressed his blood-stained thumb on Wuxi's forehead, and Shen said, "Next."

Wuxi couldn't help but stretch out his hands. The big shaman handed the scepter to his hand. He didn't know where the strength came from. He pulled him up from the ground and took him outside the door. Then Wuxi found out that the outside had The black people are all people-almost all the men, women, the elderly, and the children of the southern Xinjiang are present. He is holding a scepter, a little dazed.

The great shaman grabbed his hand, raised it to his head, and hissed out, "From now on, the witch Wuxi inherited the scepter of the great witch of southern Xinjiang, you remember, the messenger of the Great God of Xi will lead us People are stronger! "

People invariably held their hands on their shoulders and bowed.

The wizard was caught by the wind and coughed again. Wuxi patted him on the back: "Teacher ..."

The witch waved his hand and suddenly asked lowly, "You said the reason for southern Xinjiang, what about your reason?"

Wuxi hesitated for a long time before answering, "It's for ... the man holding my crisp ring."

The big wizard laughed silently: "I really want to see that person."

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The author has something to say: it ’s enough, it ’s enough, it ’s enough ~~~~~~ Seven uncles, it ’s time to stare.