Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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Night fell, and Beimo in early summer was still cold. The evening wind blew across the hillside, the green grass rippled, and the torches in the camp flickered on and off.
Shen Lou stood in front of the camp gate and looked into the distance. Zhong Youyu stood with him without knowing why: “What are you looking for?”
“Light.” Shen Lou said one word incomprehensibly and ignored him.
“What light? Did you arrange to burn down the enemy’s grain and grass camp? No, the barbarians are in the north, and the gate of this camp faces south. How can there be light?” Zhong Youyu kept talking and refused to leave even after receiving the reply, still trying to persuade Shen Lou to ask for a bowl of Lin Xin’s blood for him. It was better to believe that there was something than to believe that there was nothing. If they could save the emperor but they didn’t, it would be a big sin.
At this time, there really was a ray of light coming from the south and falling gracefully. The young man in green clothes, as handsome as a peach blossom in March and a begonia in May, was Lin Xin who came holding a wine jar. Seeing Shen Lou waiting for him in front of the door, he immediately bent his eyes, put away his sword, and ran over in three steps at a time.
Shen Lou caught the rough porcelain jar in his hand and frowned: “Drinking is not allowed in the army.”
“I’m not a member of the army,” Lin Xin smiled and wanted to rub into his arms, but turned around and saw the dumbfounded Zhong Youyu which caused his smile to fade slightly, “Why is Duke Su here?”
From the moment he got to know that he had killed Zhong Changye by mistake, Lin Xin felt a little embarrassed when facing the Zhong brothers.
“This is such a big military camp. Only you are allowed to come but not me? What kind of wine is it? Give me a taste.” Zhong Youyu came over to ask for a drink, but his eyes couldn’t help but glance at Lin Xin.
“You should return to Beijing quickly and don’t cause trouble here.” Shen Lou separated the two people and waved his hand to shoo away the fly.
“What do you want me to do at night? The spiritual sword is as bright as a lamp. If I fly up right now, I will be a living target.” Zhong Youyu lingered on.
At the top of the moon, the torches in the camps on both sides of the Huyan River had long been burned out. Dark clouds covered the moon, and the grassland had suddenly fallen into darkness.
The barbarians on night watch were dozing on the other side of the river. When the dark clouds left and the moonlight poured down, a cold light suddenly appeared. A jet-black arrow was shot at an unknown moment and penetrated the night watchman’s throat before he could react.
Shen Yingying fired three arrows in a row and silently killed the night watchman on the other side. She raised her hand and made a “charge” gesture. A small group of soldiers jumped across the river and quickly rushed into the enemy camp, catching them off guard.
After three breaths of silence, bursts of screams suddenly came from the enemy camp. The barbarians immediately blew their horns and rang the alarm for an enemy attack. A large number of soldiers rushed across the shallowest part of the Huyan River, and ignited arrows rained down from the sky like pear blossoms, setting fire to the barbarian tents.
“Sneak attack in the middle of the night? What’s the use? There are still so many people. When Wen Shilan wakes up, I’m afraid he’s going to make dumplings out of them.” Zhong Youyu stood on the slope and looked down, not understanding what Shen Lou was singing. “Could it be that the shortage of food and grass made Shen Da confused?”
Lin Xin leaned crookedly on a bald tree with few branches and leaves, looking at Shen Lou who was rushing over to fight Wen Shilan, “You forgot what the ancestors of the Shen family did.”
“Huh?”
The ancestors of the Shen family were bandits.
As soon as he finished speaking, the barbarian grain and grass camp over there suddenly blew up. Wen Shilan was startled and looked at the burning grain and grass camp, “Is this your plan? To destroy my grain and grass?”
Shen Lou did not answer and continued to block Wen Shilan’s path steadily. The horn sound of the grain and grass camp over there was cut off. The barbarian army immediately returned to the defense and moved the grain and grass out of the burning camp. They were caught by the young general of the Shen family who was ambushing on the road.
In the evening, Mr. Dong asked: “Where will the food and grass be prepared from in three days?”
Shen Lou looked to the other side, where there was ready-made food and grass.
The stunned Zhong Youyu couldn’t help but sigh that the Shen family’s bandit nature was hard to change, and turned to look at Lin Xin who was yawning next to him. The moonlight illuminated his eyes that were soaked with water vapor, showing a somewhat unusual deep blue color.
“Marquis Lu’s mother was a saint…”
“I don’t know why he could predict that his end was coming…”
The words of Zhou Liangyuan and Emperor Yuanshuo suddenly came out. Zhong Youyu licked his dry lips, “Lin Buhua, your mother was a barbarian saint, did she know any witchcraft?”
Lin Xin frowned, “Why do you ask this?”
“Before my father died, he once expected that his end was coming.” Zhong Youyu whispered, the firelight in the distance reflected a face that was five points similar to Zhong Changye’s, revealing a bit of confusion and weirdness.
Lin Xinxin made a sound. Shen Lou was reborn two years earlier than him, and nothing happened in these two years. Until the year Lin Xin was reborn, when all those whose souls were crushed by him died one after another.
The operation of the ancient formation could not be studied, but the moment Shen Lou came back, reincarnation had already begun. It was said that people with extremely high talents could faintly perceive the way of heaven.
Zhong Youyu was just guessing randomly, but when he saw Lin Xin’s face turn pale, he felt a little top-heavy for a moment, his throat tightened and he said: “Back then, you all thought that it was my father who sent people to hunt down Marquis of Lu. Could the curse of the saint have been laid there? Did the retribution land on my father?”
Curse… Lin Xin lowered his eyes and looked at his right hand. In his previous life, he had always thought that Zhong Changye had killed his parents and crushed his soul with his own hands. Now that the formation had begun, the soul had returned to its original point, but the evil consequences of the previous life had also been continued. If it was called a curse, it was not wrong.
“If you want to think so, that’s fine. It can be regarded as a kind of a curse.” Lin Xin said hoarsely, admitting that Zhong Changye’s death was related to his family.
It was actually true? His father died in a very strange way, and the brothers had been searching for the truth these years. Unexpectedly, he died of a ridiculous curse! Zhong Youyu’s lower lip trembled, and he suddenly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, slowly pulled it out and pointed it at Lin Xin, “Do you know what kind of person you killed?”
Zhong Changye, with his natural talent, had enjoyed teenage fame. When Shen Lou was tested for his qualifications when he was young, the person who checked his qualifications said, “This kid can be the next Zhong Changye”, which fully showed his power. After he succeeded to the throne, he solved the Di people’s rebellion with thunderous means. Even after his death, his reputation was still so shocking that Dizhou did not dare to send over a single soldier for five years.
A generational master, who had been in power for a lifetime, finally died tragically in this way and his soul was scattered, such that he would never be reincarnated. The only thing he did wrong was not recognizing that the vicious dog around him had another owner.
“Tit for tat, if you want to avenge your father, come on.” Lin Xin didn’t draw his sword, he just spread his hands and looked at him calmly.
“Neigh——” The neighing sound of the war horse was mixed with the cry of killing, the beeping sound of burning flames, and the sound of the flowing water of the Huyan River, covering up the sound of the cracking silk of the sword entering flesh.
Before Zhong Youyu could regain his senses, his spiritual sword had been inserted into Lin Xin’s ribs, and blood was gurgling down the sword.
Lin Xin groaned, and the color drained from his face.
Zhong Youyu was stunned and pulled out the sword with trembling fingertips. “This sword wound will be considered as repaying this bad debt. From now on, the grievances between our two families will be wiped out.”
Lin Xin covered the wound and knelt down. He fell to the ground, looked at Zhong Youyu who looked a little panicked, and sneered. The firelight in the distance had not stopped yet, and the noise in his ears faded like a tide, and along with the darkness in front of him, it became silent.
“Xinxin! Xinxin!” When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying in a warm embrace, and what he saw was Shen Qingque with anxious eyes.
“Qingque.” Lin Xin looked around. It was already dark, dewdrops hung on the bald trees, and Zhong Youyu was nowhere to be seen.
The wound was deep, but no internal organs were damaged. However the strange thing was that the clothes around him were not stained with much blood. Shen Lou was shocked. After Zhong Youyu injured Lin Xin, he ran away with his sword overnight. The road was not easy to walk at night. Since he wanted revenge and he was aboveboard, why did he feel so guilty?
After Shen Lou settled Lin Xin, he went after Zhong Youyu with murderous intent. The road to the capital was far away and difficult to walk at night. With Shen Lou’s spiritual power, if he chased him at this time, he would definitely be able to intercept him halfway.
Yu Yuan sword turned into a spiritual light and suddenly disappeared into the colorful sky.
Goshawks roared in the sky and vultures circled low in the sky. There were often dead cattle and sheep on the grasslands, and wherever there were vultures hanging around, there were bound to be fresh corpses.
Shen Lou’s eyes turned cold, he pinched a few spells, raised his spirit sword to the fastest speed, and flew all the way to Hangu Pass, but there was no sign of Zhong Youyu. The shortest way from Huyan River to Yongdu was through Hangu Pass. Zhong Youyu was not familiar with Beimo and could not take any other way when he was in a hurry to return to the capital.
After asking the guards at Hangu Pass, they said they never saw Duke Su.
Turning back quickly and decisively, Shen Lou stood on the spiritual sword and looked at the place where vultures gathered. The uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense, and his thin lips gradually pursed into a straight line.
When the birds and beasts heard the sound of the spiritual sword piercing the air, they dispersed. A man in white clothes lay face down on an open grassland. He still held the spirit sword in his right hand and stretched his left hand forward as if he wanted to snatch something. The tiger fur on the collar was stained with blood and had dark red locks.
Shen Lou landed on the ground and quickly turned the person over. It was Zhong Youyu’s attractive and handsome face. It was just that his face was now green and white, his eyes were wide open, and there was dried blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, lifeless.
“Youyu!” Shen Lou grabbed his collar and felt the pulse on his neck. There was no way to save him. All his accessories were there, except for a small water bag that he carried with him.
The food and grass were robbed, and Wen Shilan could only lead the barbarians to retreat. Now the banks of the Huyan River were quiet.
Lin Xin covered his abdomen, leaned against Shen Lou, and looked at Zhong Youyu lying on the straw mat. It took him a while to find his voice, “He took my blood which was later snatched away by barbarians?”
“Yes.” Shen Lou took out the Huangquan Pearl he carried with him. The soul of the newly dead, when it encountered Huangquan Pearl, got absorbed into it. Now the pearl flickered in and out, and what was trapped inside was Zhong Youyu’s soul.
It must have been an impromptu idea. When he saw Lin Xin’s blood pouring out, he collected it and wanted to use it to save the emperor, but unexpectedly he was killed.
In the previous life, Zhong Youyu was ordered to lead his troops into battle, and that battle was extremely dangerous. His younger brother Zhong Wumo pretended to be him, went to the battlefield for him, and died in the fierce battle. After his younger brother’s death, Zhong Youyu, who was greatly stimulated, finally grew up and shouldered the responsibility of the Western Regions. Today’s Zhong Youyu was still too immature.
Everyone was silent and didn’t speak. The wind on the grassland blew by, and the yellow spring beads bumped against the jade pendants on the tassels, making a tinkling sound. The sound of wooden wheels could be heard in the distance, as Zhong Wumo rode a black horse and brought several carts of Luli, while slowly approaching their location.
T/N: ZY is a complete and utter dumbass….
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