"Old man, you are going to die, you are going to die!" Upa collapsed on the sand, the anger on his face spreading, making him look more like a madman.
Not far away, a middle-aged man looked like a poisonous wolf, licking his tongue and not getting closer. He looked forward with interest, waiting for Zhuge Fan to die from the poison.
The bloody robe fluttered, and Zhuge Fan raised his head. Like many old men, he prefers to enjoy a peaceful life after getting old. In the past few years in Chengdu, he has had children and grandchildren. They are all very successful. He is such a big boy.
Xu Mu, a once-in-a-century hero, conquered half of the Central Plains. My good grandson Xu Qiao, although still young, already has the style of a young master.
There are no regrets in life.
As for the Upa in front of him, he is just a lost evil son of a wild wolf. If there is any evil, it will be offset in the next life.
"Death!"
Upa blushed and used all his strength to shoot the last few poison-quenching flying knives towards Zhuge Fan.
clang clang.
Two were knocked down and two more were shot into the body.
Zhuge Fan began to cough up blood. But the eyes on his face were still extremely sharp.
Evil wolves kill people and like to take advantage of others' danger.
In my ears, the wind and sand whistled. Above my head, a black eagle kept hissing.
Holding the sword in his side hand, Zhuge Fan raised his sunken eyes.
Huh, huh.
The footsteps behind him came quickly like a nightmare.
"Old man, you are dead!" Upa yelled wildly.
"Ah——"
"The old dog is back in the cage!" Zhuge Fan roared with his beard and hair spread out, and pushed the scabbard of his left hand forward.
Qiang——
The middle-aged man looked pale and looked at his long sword, piercing into the opponent's scabbard.
"Bear Thousand Mountains!"
Sweeping the sword with his side hand, Zhuge Fan glared and slashed the sword furiously. A huge blood mark was immediately cut on the middle-aged man's chest.
"Monkey stick!"
With the sword half withdrawn, Zhuge Fan calmly continued to stab forward. The sword blade penetrated the middle-aged man's face and came out from the back of his head, and blood spurted out.
Bang.
The middle-aged man's trembling body fell backwards and fell to the ground, his eyes bulging and he died in a pool of blood.
"Ahem, cough, cough, my fox sword..." Zhuge Fan knelt on his knees, his eyes gradually losing color.
"You old man...damn it, damn it, you killed the teacher!" Upa burst into tears. Until now, he didn't understand what kind of puzzle he had been trapped in.
Zhuge Fan sighed. He held a poison dart and looked up at the sky.
In the first half of his life, he lived a very happy life. As he always boasted to his elders, Zhuge Fan, the young man with a beautiful face, dressed in white and carried a sword, left a great name in the Central Plains, the Western Regions, and the South China Sea.
But in the second half of his life, he found that being alone was not a happy life. He wanted to do something bigger, to become a knight's helm, rob the rich and give to the poor, kill corrupt officials, and get rid of the evil gentry.
"My son Xu Mu has come to mourn——"
Zhuge Fan vomited out a mouthful of blood, and threw the poison dart forward with his last breath of strength.
Upa, who was still crawling on the sand to escape, let out a "burp", followed by a pause, and his whole body fell limp on the sand.
Zhuge Fan slowly closed his eyes, hugged the long sword that had been with him for half his life, and sat on the ground, never moving another moment.
…
Tap tap tap.
Three days later, a large group of patrols hurriedly arrived here.
Xu Mu's eyes were red, and he jumped off the horse. Before he could walk a few steps, he looked at the figure that was already covered with dust, and suddenly felt sad.
"The rebel army was huge. Even with the help of the Cone Dog Country, it would take a lot of effort to stop them. Therefore, no patrol battalions were sent out from farther away." Zhao Dun said in a self-reproached tone.
"If there is no mistake, the young barbarian who died on the ground is the Son of God of the Western Regions. As for the other one who was killed by Senior Zhuge, there is no definite information yet."
Xu Mu approached Zhuge Fan's body with trembling steps. He raised his hand with difficulty and helped to pat down the dust that was wrapped in it.
From the kindness of the three movements to following him all the way, deep in his heart, he and Zhuge Fan already felt like father and son.
"My old Zhuge!" Si Hu, who was behind him, also rushed over. After being stunned for a moment, his eyes started to turn red and he ran over crying.
"Brother Mu, I will no longer compete with Old Zhuge for food. I will give in to him even if I let him."
Xu Mu's nose felt sour. Along the way, countless people slowly left his side. He just didn't understand why Old Zhuge insisted on entering the Western Regions and killing the Son of God. The middle-aged man who died on the side also
which one?
"Brother Mu, there is a letter under Old Zhuge's butt." Si Hu, who was crying, suddenly said in a startled voice.
Xu Mu was shocked. When Si Hu picked up the body, he saw a letter in a bamboo tube, quietly buried in the yellow sand.
"He has been sitting here and refused to lie down, so he kept pressing this letter and wanted to hand it to Brother Mu. Hey, my Uncle Zhuge."
Xu Mu sighed, took out the letter from the bamboo tube, and read it in the sandy wind.
As he watched, his expression became extremely frightened.
"Brother Mu, what's wrong?"
"fine."
Xu Mu frowned, stood up, and walked towards the body on the other side. After three days, the body that died on the ground was almost half covered by the wind and sand.
Clang.
Xu Mu pulled out the old official sword and cut the throat of the corpse with a cold look. A person who swallowed charcoal and became a mute slave could not speak, so his throat should be shriveled and shriveled. Just like the mute slave Ah Qi back then.
"Yanyong, bring me the water bag."
After taking the water bag and rinsing the cut throat several times, Xu Mu froze his eyes and looked down seriously. After a long time, he looked back.
"Lord, what's going on?"
"Confirm one thing." Xu Mu washed the dirt on his hands, stood up, walked to Zhuge Fan's body, knelt on the ground, and bowed three times with a trembling body.
"Zhao Dun, bury the body of Senior Zhuge generously... In addition, bury the body of the Son of God beside him. Remember, the body of the Son of God does not need to be engraved with a monument. The Son of God did not know his identity even until he died...
"
"Under the underworld, someone will teach him well this time."
"Lord, where is the body of the middle-aged swordsman?"
Xu Mu's face was filled with anger, "Chop it into pieces and throw it into the sand valley to feed the wolves."
The wind was howling, and Xu Mu stood alone on the yellow sand.
"Lord, please show your condolences and obey me."
Xu Mu did not answer. He drew out his long sword, rode the sandy wind, and began to practice. In this life, he was not very good at martial arts. Even those three sword moves could not be put on any stage.
"Commander Zhao, what's wrong, my lord?"
Zhao Dun was silent for a moment and shook his head, "I don't know either, but I guess that my lord has something on his mind. General Yanyong, please inform the guard camp and patrol the area carefully."
"I think so too."
The patrol horses scattered in all directions, and their iron hooves sent up bursts of sand and smoke. In the sand and smoke, a figure wielding a sword was staggeringly practicing sword moves without stopping for a long time.