My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 147 Sword God Yuan Bai Sheng

While Su Chen was dealing with the Xueyuan slave tribe and securing the rear, there were rolling snow-capped mountains more than a hundred miles to the east. There was also a group of people climbing the rugged mountains, kneeling in front of the woods at the foot of the mountain, and looking at the attic on the mountainside for two or three days.

There are two months of the year where the area is not covered by heavy snow. As you look around, you can see winding snow-capped mountains, lush forests, and deer crouching down to drink from the trickling streams.

There were several people kneeling down, including women and half-grown young men, wearing filial piety and hemp, looking at the mountains and crying.

"Master Sword God, you must make the decision for us orphans and widowed mothers!"

Several young men wearing knight's robes walked out of the forest and looked at the group of orphans and widows with hesitant expressions on their faces.

"Master said let us drive them away!"

"But they are Senior Brother He's family... it would be unkind to drive them away like this."

"...Senior Brother Gu is also dead...Why doesn't Master, the old man, refuse to come out?"

"Master has lived in seclusion for many years, how can he participate in such a thing!"

Several people didn't know how to drive away He Jinchen's home. When they were young, the woods behind them were blowing. Before they could react, a figure in white had already passed them and walked to the front.

He was tall and tall, with white beard and hair. He stood there with his hands behind his back, looking at He Jinchen's family members calmly.

"I advised He Jinchen back then, but unfortunately he didn't listen. There were intrigues in the court, and swords and guns were blind on the battlefield. He was defeated in an upright manner, and it was his fate to be buried as a general. If I avenge him, those who died in the battle will be killed. Who should take revenge among the soldiers? There will be no end!"

"Master Sword God... But father-in-law, he is your apprentice after all!" A young-looking woman was He Jinchen's daughter-in-law. She knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, and her son was also kowtowing next to her.

"What about Gu Longcheng!? He is also your apprentice!"

Among the group of people, another woman crawled out on her knees, wearing a green skirt and plain clothes, with a beautiful appearance.The old man had met her once. She was the unmarried wife of his apprentice Gu Longcheng.

"It seems that you want to use your status as master and apprentice to blackmail me and ask me to go down the mountain to avenge the two of them!" Yuan Baisheng smiled with his hands behind his hands. At this time, he noticed the actions of the two families.

"We don't dare!" He Jinchen and Gu Longcheng's family members quickly lowered their heads.

"Why don't you dare?! You are so brave!" Saint Yuanbai's peaceful gaze suddenly sharpened. The moment he spoke, the swords of several disciples behind him flew out of their sheaths and were stuck on the ground beside him. lock up.

"I was greedy for wealth, so I went to assassinate you, but I was killed instead. I still had the dignity to come and cry to me!"

"Master Sword God, you are right...but they are your disciples after all. Ask your other disciples what they think when they see their senior brother being killed!"

Gu Longcheng's unmarried wife stood up. She wiped away her tears and her eyes were red: "You are a master. Once a teacher, you will always be a father. Your apprentice was killed, but you found an excuse to hide in the mountains and relax. Can you sleep?!"

"Presumptuous!" Those disciples yelled loudly.

Yuan Baisheng raised his hand to tell them to shut up. The old man looked at the woman: "You are right, I am hiding in the mountains for a while. I don't care about the world's major events or the life and death of my disciples!"

Then, he paused and shouted loudly:

"fart!"

This sound was like a strong wind blowing to the ground, shaking the surrounding woods and fields. The old man softened his tone and said, "He Jinchen and Gu Longcheng are both my disciples. How can I not feel heartbroken when they die? But this is not the reason for me to seek revenge. They You are responsible for your own death!"

"What about Yan State? It is a country of fertility... They are occupied by rebels, and the court is controlled by rebels. You are still hiding here and living a leisurely life!"

The woman was also very talkative. Although she was scared to death when facing the rumored sword god, she still suppressed the trembling feeling and roared like a female tiger: "You don't care if my apprentice is dead. Your home country has been captured by the rebels." You don’t care, if you don’t use your superb martial arts skills, why are you practicing martial arts?! To show your power in front of the world? To have people compliment you?!"

"What a sharp tongue."

Yuan Baisheng's expression remained normal. He looked at the woman who was arguing hard and turned around to walk away. The woman behind him dwarfed and knelt down again.

"Master Sword God, please kill that man for Longcheng and Dayan. I heard that his army went to the Shengnu tribe again, so he must be there."

The woman kowtowed and mourned sadly. Over there, He Jinchen's wife, son, daughter-in-law, and grandson kowtowed one after another, crying and begging Yuan Baisheng to seek justice for his two disciples.

Here, Lin Zi's first four disciples also knelt in front of the old man and raised their hands.

"Master...please avenge your two senior brothers!"

"You!" Yuan Baisheng looked at them, and behind him were the cries of a group of orphans and widows. The old man closed his eyes and sighed, "Forget it, as a teacher, I will go to the snowfield... take them to the house. Let’s take a rest and go back down the mountain tomorrow.” “Thank you, Master!”

The disciples then stood up. One of the junior brothers led the orphan and widowed mother into the woods. The remaining three disciples walked to the master and said, "Master, we can also contribute to avenge our senior brother."

"Are you going to die?"

Saint Yuan Bai clasped his hands behind his hands and looked at the winding mountains lined with forests and fields to the west, "Do you know that my master rarely goes out for a long time?"

The disciples shook their heads.

"I have reached the end of my life as a master. I am more than 120 years old this year. The mortal body cannot control the sword energy in my heart. I cannot step forward to the realm of a master. I may not have a future. I originally heard the wind and snow in the mountains and sat in the lonely mountain forest, but... I am upset and angry because of what you said today... I am hit with a calamity... I am sad with this calamity!"

The sound fell.

The figure, dragging his white robe, rushed towards the forest ahead like a sharp arrow. His toes touched the branches. The moment the branches and leaves swayed, he was already several dozen feet away. In the blink of an eye, he rose and fell and disappeared from the sight of the three disciples. .

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Going west, the shot elk was being skinned and hoofed by several slaves, raised to a stake and disemboweled.

The fishy stench filled the air along with the heat from the internal organs. A figure invisible to others leaned over and sniffed, shook his head, turned around and floated back to the leader's tent. Liu Xie fanned his sleeves.

"The fishy stench is indescribable, as if it has entered my spleen and stomach."

"My three daughters are following you, it's really scary!" Cao Cao looked down upon Liu Xie's timidity. He rolled up his sleeves and clasped his hands behind his back, walked carefully to observe the camp, probably leaving the Huns in his mind , Xianbei and Wuhuan for comparison.

"There are few people and few horses. If you don't know the art of the Central Plains, you can only be a slave."

This was Cao Cao's evaluation of the people who gave birth to slaves, so he looked at Li Longji, Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. The latter didn't have his great-grandfather, so he had a more free and easy temper. He didn't pay attention to Cao Cao's words at all. He always talked about the hunting dance of people who gave birth to slaves. and animal skin drums and the like.

Behind the two of them, in the leader's tent, Na Yanduo, who had become the leader, had been listening to Su Chen's teachings for the past two days, keeping the so-called "tour of sightseeing" in his mind. In the future, it would be the main thing for the slaves. livelihood.

Then he carefully cut the lamb meat, put it on a silver plate, and brought it to Su Chen. On the left and right, two slave women with dark skin but excellent figures helped feed him. One put his hand in Su Chen's mouth, and the other kneaded Su Chen. thigh.

Seeing Cao Cao staring, he ran outside to talk to Li Longji.

However, these two women did not dare to be too presumptuous. After all, there was the burly Dian Wei beside them. Every movement of the two slave women was watched by him. As long as they moved slightly to where they shouldn't be, Euphorbia might He greeted them both on the neck.

"In two days, I will return to Yanjing. The time spent traveling there and back should be enough time for those people in the palace with ulterior motives to communicate with each other, right?"

Su Chen put down the "New Book of Meng De" in his hand, "If I directly proclaim myself emperor that day, do you think it will be so troublesome?"

"It's even more troublesome than now!"

Zhao Yun was dressed in regular clothes and did not wear armor. He was looking at another book "Ping Yan Ce" brought by Su Chen. "If the general becomes emperor that day, then the six princes will immediately rebel. Except for the appearance of the general, State, and I don’t know how many people in the other eight states who care about the Yan State rebelled. If the states of the Yan State are in chaos and do not belong to each other, the general can just declare himself the emperor..."

The words suddenly stopped. Zhao Yun turned his gray head and looked outside the tent. For a moment, his eyes narrowed, he stood up, grabbed the gentian gun leaning next to him, and walked out.

Dian Wei in the tent also felt it. He grabbed his back with both hands, pulled out his two halberds and held them in his hands. His action frightened the two slave women so much that they got up and ran away.

When Na Yanduo, who was practicing the Chinese character Yan, asked, "What's wrong?", Su Chen was chewing mutton and walked between Dian Wei and Zhao Yun, looking towards the end.

Cao Cao, Li Longji, and Liu Xie also looked over.

At the gate of the camp, an old man wearing a white robe, with pale temples and a burly figure, walked towards this direction with a steady step.

Zhao Yun tightened his grip on the gun barrel and suddenly found that the green sword on his waist was trembling slightly unconsciously.

"I'm Yuan Bai Sheng, I'm here to learn about General Hu's power!"

wow wow wow...

Soldiers holding large shields protected the tent one by one. Youyan soldiers on both sides rushed out of the tent, setting up guns and drawing bows to surround the old man who came over.

(End of this chapter)