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Chapter 67 Taishi Clan

Changchun Tang is located in a small town near the north of Jiazhou. Due to the unique terrain of the place, there are not many pedestrians coming and going.

Everyone in the small town knows about the unusual hall. Walk through the small town and go straight to the nearest mountain road. When you reach the middle of the mountain, you can see a flag flying in the mountain. The flag is black with the word "ordinary" painted in gold powder. After this flag, people in the town usually stopped going up.

The mountain road trampled by the horse's hooves is not easy to walk and is full of dangers. However, Gou Yue has traveled on this road countless times. In order to practice Qinggong, she runs on the steep mountain road on gravel every day.

The Ordinary Hall is not far away.

It's spring now, and the mountains are blooming with flowers.

The trees were blooming, and she rode her horse up to enjoy the flowers.

Amidst the flying flowers, she heard the sound of horse hooves not far away.

She stopped and waited for a moment, and sure enough, as expected, it was her.

A girl riding a maroon pony galloped up to her and sweetly called her senior sister.

"Yao'er!"

After several years of separation, the tenderness of the child on the little junior sister's face has faded, and she has grown into a grown-up girl.

Tai Yao'er held the reins with his jade hands, dismounted and said, "Yao'er heard that Senior Sister has been back in the past few days and is waiting on the mountain road every day!"

She looked like she was waiting for Gou Yue to praise her. Gou Yue looked at the little girl and couldn't help but rub her head, "Is the master in the hall?"

"here I am!"

The two go back together.

She was riding on the horse, her heart was extremely light, as if this was the moment when she was extremely happy, because she had something to love, something to seek, and something to rely on. She was her master in the past and her true love in the future.

In this life of a person, if there is a way when retreating and a path when moving forward, it will be the best result.

What she feared the most was having nothing, with thorns all over her front and back, not knowing why she was born, and not knowing why she died. But now she understood that living was such a joy.

Junior sister asked, "Senior sister, why are you laughing?"

"Oh, I know, you are going to see my parents soon, so I am very happy!" The little junior sister is beautiful and her voice is as sweet as honey.

"Yes, exactly." She replied with a smile.

Yao'er stepped forward to knock on the door and said loudly, "Senior sister is back!"

The door opened wide and Yao'er ran in, but the courtyard was quiet.

She was puzzled, "Master, what are you doing standing here?" Her father did not allow her to call her father on weekdays, except when other disciples were away. He didn't want people to think that he was partial to his own daughter. In fact, even so, among the master's disciples, People don’t have any opinions.

Gou Yue had noticed something was wrong, but she still walked in step by step.

Taihelou took a wrong step and stretched out his hand, pushing Yao'er away. The sword whip with cold thorns went straight towards Gouyue's throat.

"Senior sister! Get away!" Yao Er shouted loudly.

She never thought that her father's silence these days was actually waiting for this hand.

Gou Yue dodged, and the sword whip was faster than her. She had never seen such a fast whip before, and it cut her arm when she couldn't see clearly.

Yaoer hurriedly went to find his mother to stop him.

After taking a few steps back, I saw my mother standing in the pavilion watching them.

The disciples of the Ordinary Hall were also behind their mother in twos and threes. Some were on the roof, and some opened the windows in the room to watch the battle.

This is what they've been waiting for.

Yao'er understood why her father asked her to pick up her senior sister, because everyone would reveal her secret. The senior sister thought that she was innocent and would not have any intentions of framing her, so she would come back with her obediently.

She was wrong and shouldn't have come back.

Tai Yao'er's eyes filled with tears, "Senior sister, I didn't mean it."

Gou Yue glanced at her lightly, "I know what's worth crying about."

The master raised his sword and whip and asked, "You said you wanted to quit the ordinary hall and marry Wen Yuanzhi, are you serious about it?"

Gou Yue met his gaze and nodded firmly.

He laughed angrily, "You know the rules of the Ordinary Hall, you know every one of them, but you insist on breaking them?"

"You are not allowed to get caught up in the mission and get entangled with the person involved. You are not allowed to deviate from the teacher's sect and reveal the secrets of the Ordinary Hall. You have to answer letters and conceal your whereabouts." She said, there was no fear in her eyes. When she came, she knew she had to endure some hardships, otherwise How will the master establish his authority in front of his disciples in the future?

Taihelou stared at her unyielding back and saw her standing up with her hands on the ground. He touched a handful of blood on her arm, glanced at it and threw it to the ground. This look was exactly the same as the unruly girl in his memory, even if she was replaced. So what if the face looked exactly like her mother's? The blood of her family was flowing in her bones.

Just when she thought the master's sword whip was about to fall on her again, he told her to follow her.

Gou Yue had no doubts and followed him all the way to a dark room.

The windows were covered with black cloth, and every gap was tightly sealed. She smelled a familiar and strange fragrance, like a flower blooming from a rotting corpse.

In the darkness, Gou Yue could not find her master.

She didn't know he was not far away until he made a sound.

"Do you remember the story I told you about Nan?"

"Remember, one of the three flowers hides a poisonous snake, and the other two can make your wish come true." Gou Yue had not yet thought deeply about why a Yan person knew the folk tales of the Chu people.

He sighed, "So you still have to choose?"

Gou Yue had doubts in her heart, "Whether I choose or not is one of them, but more than my choice, I want to know what those memory fragments are, why I always dream of a woman smiling at me, why I always Dreaming about grasslands and herds of cattle and sheep.”

The scent was so strong that her head almost exploded.

"You really want to know?"

Gou Yue suddenly heard his rhetorical question, and she flinched again. Wen Yuanzhi's face appeared in front of her. He smiled at her and hugged her in his arms.

She was afraid, afraid that the memory was too heavy and she couldn't bear it. So what if she remembered it, so what if she couldn't remember it. It was all in the past. Why should she pursue the past that could not be changed.

"No." She heard her voice tremble.

"I don't want to know. From now on, I want to live the rest of my life in peace and joy."

Taihelou seemed disappointed. He thought she would pursue her and ask for an answer.

So he ordered Qian Ni Zui.

A thousand days of drunkenness can confuse her memories, making her unable to distinguish between the past and the present, falsehood and reality. The strong thousand days of drunkenness is the antidote.

He only told Wen Yuanzhi the first level. After all, he would never know that Qianri Zui could make her forget or remember again.He thought that in three years she would be able to forget everything and just be a moon girl.

That bet doesn't count at all.

He said that if he could get Taran to willingly accept his engagement in three years, the bet would be a win.

But Wen Yuanzhi didn't know that there was no winner in this bet. No matter whether she fell in love with him three years later, it would not change the outcome.

A gust of wind flew out of his palm, and a light turned on.

In front of my eyes are densely packed tablets.

Taishi Taicanling, Taishi Taizhi, Taishi Taidingchen...

All he could see were dead souls.

He stood in front of those tablets, as lonely as a ghost in the dark, with only this lamp holding up his remaining breath and telling him to live.

Half of Qian Ri Zui was left, and the room was already filled with soldiers with swords drawn in their bodies, and their deaths were miserable.

They were all looking at her.

She had a splitting headache and covered her head.

Mountains of memorial tablets, piles of corpses, rivers of blood, all the faces were buried in her mind.

He looked at her and felt heartbroken at the same time. This was the last bloodline left by his sister in this world. He could have kept her alive selfishly, but that drum appeared. Yan Yabo was still alive, and he was the only one who owned that drum.

Anyone can kill him, but Gou Yue is the one who should kill him the most.

So she has to remember that she must live for hatred.Every inch of Gou Yue's body was in pain, as if she had been scratched by thousands of knives. The pain was so severe that she could faintly hear the sound of weapons clashing outside the door.

She thought it was her A Yuan who came to pick her up.

But she should think of A Yuan's eyes.

Those beautiful peach blossom eyes, the fortune teller in Liangzhu said that a person with peach blossom eyes is a romantic person by nature. No, her A Yuan only liked her except the dead general.

But she remembered another pair of ruthless eyes like an eagle, which seemed to be tearing out her heart.

Those eyes looked at her and smiled.

Very cold.

It slowly extended from his eyes to his lips. His lips were very similar to hers, they were thin. The fortune teller also said that people with thin lips are unkind.

This may be true.

She remembered that he was indeed ruthless.

There is no more heartless person in the world than him.

She lay down on the ground in pain, with a mat beside her ear. How many people would have knelt down to worship these undead souls.

She thought she should have died long ago, why did they save her, and after saving her, they had to make her hate again.

It’s so tiring to hate, but to be Taran, you have to hate.

She lives in the killing and dies in the killing.

She understood why her name was Taran. It was the lowest flower on the grassland. It could survive even being caught in a crack, and it could survive being trampled by horse hooves.

The lost memory comes back again. This may not be God's blessing.

The process of recovering the memory of death was painful and long. She was like meat on a chopping board, being cut open with a knife.

The pain she suffered from the weapon before she died penetrated her thin body and struck again.

The severe pain that penetrated her bone marrow made her unable to even cry out for a while.

That body was once covered in armor, invincible, and looking down upon the world.

That body was also covered in wedding clothes, black wedding clothes.

This was the first time she didn't bring a sword. It was unlucky for a woman to get married to bring a sword. This was what Jin Ge said, so she gave the sword to the iron horse. Unfortunately, the idiot had to catch up and give it back to her, and was chased by the pursuers. A knife pierced the heart.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't have a sword, she wanted to tell him, but the man was extremely stupid and said that with this sword, the general can fight his way out and survive.

He died under Yang Yuan's knife. If he had known she would not have been soft-hearted and let him live.

She should cut off the traitor's hands and feet and make him into a human pig to soothe the spirit of the iron horse in the sky.

The room was extremely quiet, life and death intertwined before her eyes.

She thought of herself kneeling on the stone steps outside the palace, begging for a way out for her brother.

When she was young, she hated Yan Yabo. He left the royal court one day and could not be found again, so she began to hate the King of Chu. She wanted to kill one first, and then slowly figure out how to die for the other.

He found an opportunity to assassinate the King of Chu.

She remembered that she was only seven years old at that time, and she held the dagger tightly in her hand. People on the grassland used daggers to cut mutton for eating, but she used this dagger to cut people's throats.

The guards of the King of Chu caught her and wanted to kill her.

The eldest prince saved her life and said that she had excellent bones and might become a first-rate master on the grassland in the future.

The King of Chu didn't think a seven-year-old girl could take revenge. If she were a man, he would have looked down upon her, but she was just a girl, and her slender wrist would break with just a slight break.

He didn't kill her, but he said he would break her arm.

Even if Modu begged again, the King of Chu would not relent.

It was Hu Jie, the son of her adoptive mother, who took the initiative to cut off his arm to put the matter to rest.

Later, the family moved to the Yiqihuo tribe, where there was abundant water and grass, and she never saw them again.

They met again when the Yi Qi'ao tribe rebelled. Hu Jie and many of the men in the tribe were reduced to slaves and exiled in the bitter cold.

Eminem became a slave girl and knelt at her feet begging her to allow her to return to the Dachu grassland for the sake of saving Hu Jie from cutting off his arm when he was young.

She was very busy with the war at that time, so she wrote a note to plead for mercy. It turned out that Hu Jie was not the mastermind, but was guilty of consecutive crimes.

The zhezi somehow ended up in the hands of others. When she returned to Liangzhu, Amu's hair turned gray overnight. She heard that Hu Jie had killed several people in a row and fled back to the royal court.

Mo Du wants to kill him.

She knelt outside the palace all night, her armor still stained with blood, and the rain from the palace fell on her body, washing away a layer of blood.

In the early morning, Mo Du asked someone to come out and tell him that he would not kill Hu Jie.

She was so happy that she believed it and quickly told Eminem to rest assured.

But Hu Jie died in prison that night, and after hearing this, Eminem hit a pillar and died in front of her.

She was angry for many days, and Modu personally invited her into the palace and explained to her that it was the fear in Hu Jie's heart that ended up like this.

He gave her a sword and a divine horse. He said, I know you like these the most. Don't be angry after taking them.

With grace and power, the power of the emperor has begun to take shape.

He remembered that he said, if I establish a queen, I will definitely establish you. The friendship between you and me has been inseparable from childhood to adulthood. How can there be other people squeezed in between us?You are me, I am you, you are my weapon, and I am your shield.

Yes, everything he said was true, at least until he became the emperor, it was all true.

He promised her to kill King Chu with her own hands.

On the day he seized the throne, he indeed spared his father's life and watched her chop off his head with a knife.

The youngest son was respected and no longer existed. The eldest son took the throne and the 36 tribes were unified.

But at some point, what he said became half truth and half lie.

He said that they were each other's sword and shield. In fact, she was indeed a sharp sword to him, but he was rarely her shield. She relied on ruthlessness in fighting, and reinforcements rarely came.

She had fought many battles with less to win, and the sword had scratched her body countless times, and it didn't matter to her anymore.

He was too busy, sitting in the bright hall, fighting wits and courage with a group of Yan people, Chu people, civil servants and generals, and he had no time to care about how many games she had won.

He would only ask, are his enemies still there?

It seemed like that was her responsibility.

He may not have cared about her leading the troops, but later he was much more victorious. He pinched her neck as a joke and said that everyone wanted me to take back the tiger charm, but I know that I don't have the tiger charm, and my tiger charm is you.

It was as if she was not a person, just a knife, a token to mobilize troops.

It doesn't matter whether it's love or not.

So many people died to protect her life.

How could she still dare to love him? The heart of an emperor was unfathomable. If he wanted her dead, he would immediately send someone to kill her.

So she gave up, and the position of the middle palace must be taken by the queen of the Han family.

The dead cannot be fought over, even if there is an empress dowager behind her.

The last warmth she felt before she died was a hug.

She thought it was her mother.

The mother finally came to pick her up and leave.

She didn't have to fight anymore, she was tired of killing.

At the last glance, it turned out to be Wen Yuanzhi.

He liked to mock her so much, hit her, make fun of her, and said that her killing moves were fierce and not like a woman at all. In the end, he would cry for her. She had never seen him cry, but some people cried for her before she died. , she was satisfied.

(End of this chapter)