A difficult beast battle is over.
Young Yuan Yi and young Yuan Dasheng were walking in the deserted alley.
Yuan Dasheng's body was covered with numerous wounds, and every step he took caused wounds. The pain made him grimace.
Yuan Yi covered his pocket. In the pocket were his only three and a half spiritual stones.
He gritted his teeth and finally said: "Da Cheng, you stay here for now, I'll go to the drug store over there and I can at least buy you some plaster!"
As soon as Yuan left, Yuan Dasheng staggered and leaned his back against the cold wall, sitting slowly on the ground.
It was panting heavily, because the action of sitting down also involved the wound, and the pain made its heart beat faster.
There is no one in the alley and the light is dim, as if it is the only thing left in the world.
Suddenly, a gong sounded.
Yuan Dasheng subconsciously raised his eyes and saw the voice coming from the opposite wall.
Then the drums beat for a while, and the person in charge shouted: "Now we invite Mr. Li Leifeng to perform a puppet show for the old master. The name of the play is "Qin Lie Goes to the Battle"!"
The next moment, the high platform of the machine slowly rose, and the puppets in various shapes and sizes began to perform.
Yuan Dasheng looked up, through the gaps between the trees, and saw the puppets talking to each other like real people, hitting each other and running away, it was quite lively.
As Li Leifeng manipulated the gongs, drums, piano and bells with such impeccable skills, Yuan Dasheng gradually forgot about the pain in his body and was fascinated by the scene.
The opera progressed gradually and reached its climax.
The traitor set up a trap and falsely accused Qin Lie of being self-respecting and having second thoughts. The young master issued three imperial edicts and insisted on letting the old general Qin Lie rush into battle despite his serious injuries.
Old General Qin Lie put three battle flags on his back, stood up with difficulty, raised his long spear, and rushed to the battlefield ahead with heavy steps like mountains.
He sang:
"I have been raised by the Lord with grace since I was a child, and his kindness is as deep as a mountain in my heart. He taught me to be loyal and righteous to protect the country, and gave me wisdom and courage to establish the world."
"Thank you, Lord, for helping me grow up like a father and a brother, teach me faithful doctrines, and give me wisdom and courage..."
The sound of the gong was steady and powerful, as if announcing the gravity and solemnity of this battle.
He sang again:
"I supported the young master when he was young. He worked hard like a father and a brother. Although he was jealous, I had no regrets. I hope that the country will always be strong."
"My young master, I supported you to ascend the throne, just like I would protect a seedling and hope that you would grow into a forest. Although I am under suspicion, I have no regrets. I only hope that you can revive the destiny of the country..."
Jinghu made a high-pitched and clear voice, sometimes sad and touching, sometimes melodious, expressing some of Qin Lie's expectations.
Qin Lie, the veteran general, went to the battlefield like a lion, killing heads and making the enemy terrified.
He sang again:
"Although I am old and my will is still strong, I will shed blood on the battlefield to repay my country's kindness. The heroic spirit of the late Lord is smiling in the sky, and I have no regrets in going to the battlefield."
The drums sounded, and the sound was thick and passionate, like a galloping war horse, with great momentum. Yuan Dasheng's blood boiled with excitement!
Qin Lie fought for a long time without retreating, his injuries worsened, his physical energy was exhausted, and he was finally trapped on the battlefield. No matter how many times he rushed to rescue him, he could not break through the thick enemy formation.
Qin Lie knew that he was unlucky, so he raised his head and sang loudly:
"The kindness of the late Lord will always be remembered, and my heart is close to the revival of the young Lord. The blood shed on the battlefield is not in vain, and the soul returns to the homeland to comfort the late Lord."
"Why fear the enemy's shouting? Thousands of troops and horses are not enough to fear!"
"My death is not for fame and fortune, but for my sincerity and loyalty."
"Recalling the great kindness of our late lord, we never flinched when faced with a national crisis."
"My young master, I hope you know that a loyal minister has no regrets and can throw away his life. After my death, I am willing to stand upright and protect the country with loyalty and courage."
The rhythm of gongs and drums changes in many ways, including the intense and fierce battle, and the tragic and desolate parting.
at last.
Qin Lie and the enemy general almost died together.
At the last moment of his life, he faced the direction of the capital, half-knelt on the ground, raised his hands and saluted: "My lord, the general is gone!"
A heavy drum beat shook the whole stage.
Suddenly the suona sounded, the sound was high-pitched and loud, full of tragedy, as if it penetrated time and space and struck directly into Yuan Dasheng's heart.
The sound of the suona lasts for a while, and the sound of the flute joins in. The sound of the flute is clear and sweet, sometimes gentle and low, sometimes high-pitched and passionate.
Finally, the voice rose high, like a blue bird flying into the sky, flying all the way, and its slim body gradually disappeared into the vast blue sky.
Yuan Dasheng raised his head and was speechless for a long time.
This is the first time it has watched this puppet show. It can already understand human speech and is shocked both physically and mentally.
"Big leftover, big leftover!" Yuan Yi ran back, holding several plasters in his hand.
He smiled and said: "Good luck, this time the pharmacy was cleared, I got a bargain and got a few more plasters."
"Here, I'll put it on for you."
Yuan Dasheng allowed Yuan Yi to treat his wounds. It looked at Yuan Yi and then at the puppets on the high platform. The light of the lantern was like fire, reflecting on its face. The crowd on the other side of the wall was celebrating and applauding.
The sound always lingers in its ears.
"You're gone, why are you sitting around?" Yuan Yi stood up and took a step forward.
Yuan Dasheng stretched out his hand and pointed to the high platform opposite.
Yuan Yi looked back and thought nothing of it: "Oh, it's a puppet show."
Yuan Yi took another look: "It's Qin Lie's marching song, a very famous piece."
"It's a pity that he didn't follow the right person."
Yuan Yi walked in front, and Yuan Dasheng followed him.
When it was almost out of the alley, it turned its head and took one last look at the stage.
The stage was slowly coming down, and the puppet playing the role of General Qin Lie was still half-kneeling.
Yuan Dasheng looked at Yuan Yi's back and suddenly made a few ahhhhh sounds.
Yuan Yi turned his head in confusion and glanced at Yuan Dasheng. He didn't understand what it was going to say, so he just waved: "Let's go, go home, fill our stomachs, and go to bed early!"
…
Relying on each other for life, fighting beasts, and the Hericium Gang.
…
"Look, Dayang, this is my child, he is my child!" Yuan Yi was ecstatic, "I have a child, I have descendants in this world."
"I named him Yuan Er. Dayan, my life is not as long as yours."
"If one day I am no longer here, let Yuan Er replace Yuan Yi and continue to accompany you."
…
Yuan Er was hungry and cried.
Yuan Dasheng squeezed the juice out of a peach the size of a basin and poured it over him. As a result, Yuan Er was soaked in water.
Yuan Er is ill.
Yuan Dasheng shuttled like the wind through the fairy city at night, rushed into the medical hall, grabbed the pharmacist by the neck, and dragged him to run and jump all the way. The pharmacist's scream broke the tranquility of the moonlit night.
Yuan Er started to climb.
He dragged Yuan Dasheng's thick monkey hair to challenge the heights. Every time he fell, he would be accurately caught by Yuan Dasheng's palm.
Yuan Er can walk and jump.
"Uncle Monkey, they are bullying me!" Yuan Er brought Yuan Dasheng to the scene, scaring the other children to the point of breaking down and crying.
…
Yuan Er started to fight bravely and was very curious about a question: "Uncle Monkey, who is more powerful, you or my dad? Have you ever fought? I asked dad, but he never answered me."
Yuan Er ran to Yuan Dasheng, his face full of admiration and excitement: "Uncle Monkey, you are so powerful and mighty, when can I be like you?"
…
"Dad, I heard that you want to find demons and practice exercises for Uncle Monkey? Don't do that!" Yuan Er burst into the study and shouted.
Yuan Yi's face was ashen and he shouted angrily: "Shut up, who is talking nonsense in your ears?"
"Dad, no one can control Uncle Monkey's strength. His monkey grandsons are said to be pet beasts, but to be more precise, they are the masters. Those monks are just slaves responsible for feeding him."
"The situation is already like this. If Uncle Monkey's strength is allowed to leap forward again, it will probably be even worse."
"At that time, who does the Hericium Gang belong to?" Yuan Er tried hard to persuade him.
A few houses away, Yuan Dasheng, who possesses magical powers, heard all these words.
Its eyebrows drooped, and it no longer lay down, but lay on the ground, looking down at the ground and making a whimpering sound.
…
Monkey Housun was killed, Yuan Dasheng stretched out his finger and tapped Yuan Er's heart.
Yuan Er failed to be assassinated, and Yuan Dasheng injured his soul to protect him.
When the Fire Persimmon Festival exploded, Yuan Dasheng held Yuan Er in his arms.
On the sick bed, before Yuan Dasheng died, he stretched out his finger again. In a trance, he seemed to hear the song "Qin Lie Goes to the Battle".
…
Yuan Er is dead.
After the Monkey Head Gang fell into a brief period of chaos, an elder quickly came to power and stabilized the chaos.
Yuan Dasheng is also dead!
This is Ning Zhuo's biggest feeling.
He recovered the tree warrior monkey Dasheng and repaired the entire mechanism, but he couldn't find the spirituality at all, as if it had never existed.
"Boss Sun's secret message has not changed."
Ning Zhuo clenched his fists. Whenever he wanted to go out in person to find out the actual situation of Sun Lingtong, the demonic seal of my Buddha Heart in his divine sea would constantly vibrate and emit bright Buddha light.
I, the Buddha, will cross over on my own!
Bao Seal Warning!
He warned Ning Zhuo that once he ends up, he will fall into other people's schemes.
…
Qi Bai's face was ashen.
He looked at Sun Lingtong and couldn't believe that someone could resist his soul torture!
Sun Lingtong's hands and legs were nailed with coffin nails, and her whole body was nailed to the pillar.
He frowned, his eyes rolled white, and his whole body trembled from time to time due to the torture of some kind of spell.
At this point in his execution, Qi Bai gained nothing.
In order to maintain the Chacha Judge, he served more and more souls, mana, etc.
On normal days, he might have stopped torturing Sun Lingtong. After all, the purpose of torturing Sun Lingtong was to recruit Han Ming.
This is completely a loss-making transaction.
But in the Tiger Fighting Field, Qi Bai became obsessed with winning, and his desire to win was particularly strong.
"Perhaps his collapse will be at the next moment!" Qi Bai roared with such expectation, "Very good, I like a tough guy like you."
"Next, you will suffer ten times the pain before!"
"Hehehe."
"Death will be a happy thing for you. It's a pity that you angered me."
Qi Bai activated the spell and hit Sun Lingtong's pupil.
Sun Lingtong seemed to be pressed down by the mountains. The pain was so severe that he had the illusion that his body and mind were being crushed by the mountains.
Boundless pain penetrated every inch of his skin, but he couldn't faint.
He was like a small boat, falling into the endless whirlpool of the seabed in a violent storm.
The memory of the past is like a beam of light, weak and stubborn, insisting on shining in this boundless darkness.
It's all about Ning Zhuo.
"Others can control the black market, why can't we?"
"Interesting, let us brothers work together to take charge of the black market!"
"Xiao Zhuo, don't show your true face and use the Iron Armor to disguise yourself. I'm already known to others anyway, so it doesn't matter."
Ning Zhuo smiled and changed his title: "I will just call you Boss Sun from now on!"
"Boss, the goods are wrong."
"Boss Sun, I'm right behind you."
"Boss, come on!"
"Boss Sun, don't worry, I will always follow you."
The pain was as severe as the sea and abyss, drowning Sun Lingtong.
He opened his eyes, and his vivid eyes were filled with blood.
Sun Lingtong smiled miserably, knowing that the effect of the empty seal was limited, and it was difficult for him to persevere.
He brazenly launched his last resort!
Qi Bai keenly noticed the abnormality and was shocked: "What? You actually destroyed your own soul!"
Sun Lingtong triggered the Empty Seal and attacked his own soul to resist Qi Bai's soul search.
Qi Bai's eyes widened and he was filled with surprise: "Who are you, the custodial guest? You would rather die than protect him?!"
"Are you a Buddhist? Are you still a demon cultivator?!"
"Could it be that he is your fellow sect? Is he your holy son who is not a monk?"
"Hehehe." Sun Lingtong grinned and let out his last laugh with great difficulty, "He is not a fellow disciple, he is my brother."
"Brother?" Qi Bai was even more confused, "Aren't brothers meant to be betrayed? For a little information, you don't even give up your life? What do you want?"
Sun Lingtong lowered his eyes. He was too weak, and his voice was very low: "I, I just want to prove... that he is not with the wrong person."
Qi Bai listened carefully, and what he heard was this.
"Unreasonable!" Qi Bai was extremely angry.
He has never been so angry in his life!
He felt deeply violated.
He completely lost his patience.
At this moment, he forgot about subduing Han Ming and his guest.
He pointed like a sword and stabbed Sun Lingtong hard between the eyebrows.
This poke will definitely pierce Sun Lingtong's forehead, causing him to truly die!
boom!!!
The explosion occurred suddenly.
Qi Bai sneered, not caring at all, and insisted on killing Sun Lingtong.
But the next moment, a large array of patterns appeared, firmly protecting Sun Lingtong and blocking the fatal blow.
A violent explosion struck, accompanied by surging hot flames.
The explosion blew Qi Bai away and then submerged him.
On the other hand, Sun Lingtong was moved out of the house under the protection of the formation pattern.
The next moment, he fell next to an old man.
This old man is senile, has a weathered complexion, dark purple bags under his eyes, and deep wrinkles that could trap mosquitoes.
His hair is black and messy, spreading from the top of his head to his shoulders and hanging down to his feet, like a wide black cloak.
He was leaning on a cane, his back was severely stooped, and his entire body was as curved as a lobster.
He calls himself a guest.
He is Sun Lingtong's...brother!
Chapter completed!