Yang Yi returned to the Zhongnan Mountains again. Although he no longer cared too much about Mo Lihei's insistence on leaving, he still hoped in his heart that he could come back one day.
In Yang Yi's view, Moli Hei had only been in this world for a short period of time, and it could not exceed sixty or seventy years at all costs. However, he really started searching after Wu Huiqing died in the village by the Suiye River.
It’s been 135 years since I came here.
Therefore, Yang Yang planned to stay in the mountains and wait for Morihei to come back.
From a personal emotional point of view, in the sheep's lifespan of more than one to three hundred years, Molihei actually ranked very low, not to mention far behind Lao Yuan, Lao Zhangtou, Wu Huiqing, Luo Ji, Li Bai, Wu Daniu, and even
Compared to Cheng Zhijie and others, Molihei was far behind.
But he is the only known 'dead person' besides himself. But that's all.
Although all of Molihei's martial arts skills were taught by Yang Yi, he never considered Molihei to be his disciple. This is fundamentally different from the mentality of Wu Daniu in the past. In Molihei's heart, I'm afraid there has never been the concept of 'master'
.
Morihei is a fellow traveler, but not a fellow traveler.
Isolated in the mountains, Yang Yi began to wait leisurely for Moli Hei to come back. Time was a factor that could be ignored for him. However, the wait lasted ten years, and the person waiting was not Moli Hei, but his junior brother Chen Tuan.
From the outside, it seems funny that Yang Yi and Chen Tuan, senior fellow apprentices, call each other like this, because Fuyaozi Chen Tuan is 88 years old this year, and Yang Yi, as a senior fellow apprentice, will always be 29 years old.
After Chen Tuan comes, there is no need to wait for Morihei, never again.
He is dead.
For ten years, Yang Yi was isolated from the world and had no idea of ​​the years outside the mountains. Chen Tuan told him that Molihei died in Tongguan more than eight years ago, a little more than a year after he and Yang Yi parted ways.
Mo Lihei broke into Zhao Chongtao's army, and then killed two generals in a row with the Xuanhua Banaxe in the battle with Zhou Dynasty. He was then named the Marquis of Yu in front of the palace by Emperor Meng Chang of Shu.
A year later, the Zhou army quickly attacked Tongguan and set up a nine-character chain formation in front of the pass. At this time, Molihei had been promoted to General Youniu Qianwei, leading Qingzhou Jiedu Envoy from afar, and the vanguard general of Shu Army Tongguan.
Emperor Guo Wei of Zhou Dynasty showed his military might this time. Molihei broke into two formations and fell into a hard battle. He was about to be exhausted and was about to retreat when he was attacked by a fierce general of the Zhou army.
After fifty rounds, Molihei was smashed by the Zhou general with a cooked copper stick.
"He... just... died?" Yang Yi's mind was confused.
"Dead."
"Die like this? What happens next?"
"Maybe Molihei just went back to the world you were in. But maybe he died completely."
The first half of Chen Tuan's sentence made Yang Yi tremble. "Can I go back even if I die?"
"Maybe, maybe not."
"Junior brother, can you give me an accurate answer?"
"No. Senior brother, forgive me." Chen Tuan said, "I don't know how Molihei came here, and I don't know why you came here, senior brother. Maybe you were lost in the original world, maybe you died there, but the strong
Survival brings you here to find the way to rebirth."
"So I can't die?"
"Absolutely not to die."
Chen Tuan said that after the death of Mo Lihei, the Shu army was defeated. The Zhou army defeated Tongguan, Chang'an, Fengzhou, and Liangzhou in one go. Then it continued its unstoppable momentum and took the Yinping Road to capture Hanzhong and Hanyin.
Mencius and Shu are now like the Shu Han 700 years ago, completely huddled in Shu, and will perish in a matter of days.
The Jianmen Pass, which has always had high hopes in Shu, has never stopped the conquerors in history.
Yang Yi thought of another question. Even though Molihei was sleepy, he was not defeated by an ordinary martial arts master in fifty rounds. This showed that the martial arts attainments of his killer were not inferior to his own.
"Who killed Morihei?"
"In front of the palace, all the envoys are commanded, and the envoys are appointed to the festival. Zhao Kuangyin, the most powerful general in the Zhou Dynasty."
"Zhao Kuangyin..." Yang Yi clicked the name and said, "Okay, I'll kill him." He became a lonely 'dead man' again, and he felt a little sad.
"No! Senior brother, you must not kill him."
"Why? Are you afraid that I can't beat him?"
"I have met Zhao Kuangyin. His martial arts realm is indeed advanced. He should be on par with you, senior brother." Chen Tuan said, "But it is not important. Zhao Kuangyin has the status of a nine-five-year-old man. He wants to be the emperor."
"Junior brother, what is so strange about the emperor? The Tang Dynasty has only been dead for a few years, and there are already so many emperors in the world. They are worthless."
"But Zhao Kuangyin is different."
"What's the difference?"
"Senior brother, to be honest, junior brother also had the ambition to become emperor ten years ago." Chen Tuan said, "I once wanted to lead my followers and believers to rise up and conquer the world."
"Junior brother is not coveting the emperor's career, but he wants to calm down this troubled world and bring peace to the world."
"But after I met Zhao Kuangyin, I gave up this plan, because he is the person who can calm the world, and he is the emperor who can calm the world. Senior brother, the world has been in chaos for too long. The people need to live and work in peace and contentment, and the common people need to rest. Senior brother, don't
Kill him."
Fuyaozi Chen Tuan's influence in today's troubled times is even far greater than that of Lao Yuan and Zhang Guo in their time. He lived for more than eighty years and lived to become a Taoist-level figure in this era.
The emperors of the Liang, Tang, Jin, Han and Zhou dynasties, as well as Shu, Northern Han, and Southern Tang, all of which were divided countries, had invited Chen Tuan, promising high-ranking officials, generous salaries, and even national advisors, hoping to use his influence to build their own empire.
The regime waved its flag and shouted.
Even if they were rejected coldly, they were still respectful and did not dare to offend him at all. However, Chen Tuan admired Zhao Kuangyin the most.
"Senior brother, Zhao Kuangyin cannot be killed."
"Can't kill me? Then let him kill me."
"You can't kill either."
"Chen Tuan, you can divine fortune and misfortune, and you can read people's faces, but why can't you figure out where my path is? Why can't you figure out what I should look for?"
"Senior brother..."
"No need to say more, I will definitely kill Zhao Kuangyin."
"I can't kill him. He has not yet died. I'm afraid it will be disadvantageous for you to oppose him, senior brother."
Yang Yi closed his eyes tiredly, "It doesn't matter. I've been here for 344 years, and I don't care about the well-being of the people here. What do you mean to a person who has seen all the killings in the world and lived for 344 years, talk about the world's common people?"
"I want to go home. Chen Tuan, senior brother, I really want to go home. I want to know if my parents are still waiting for me. I want to know if my wife is waiting for me. Chen Tuan, but I don’t even know what they look like.
I don’t know, and I don’t know if they are still well. But you told me that Zhao Kuangyin wants to be emperor?"
"I can't wait any longer, I have to do something. Since Zhao Kuangyin is destined to be the emperor, then I will let him die and let him fail. It's up to me to mess up the fate of this world."
"Maybe this way, I can find my way home." Yang Yi opened his eyes, "Zhao Kuangyin must die. Junior brother, you must not stop me."
Chapter completed!