Translator: Dj2203
Editor: Dj2203
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Shen Yingying temporarily took over the military power and moved the camp to the north of Yinshan Mountain to guard the pass of Wuyang Ridge. This time the camp was much more spacious than the temporary ones set up during previous marches. The marshal finally had his own tent, separate from the marshal’s tent where meetings were held.
Before it got cold in Dayong, the cold wind was howling north of Yinshan Mountain, and it was very cold especially at night. Shen Lou covered the sleeping Lin Xin with a quilt and stuffed a Tang Pozi[1] at his feet. The cold feet were so white that they were almost transparent, and cyan blood vessels could be seen.
Zhu Xingli said that the child had lost too much blood and was afraid that he would be cold, so he sent Yuan’a and others to buy a heater, soup pot, tonics and food thousands of miles away. Before buying it back, Shen Lou had been holding him.
Huang Ge opened the curtain and entered with a bowl of soup. When he saw his country’s Marshal holding Lin Xin’s feet in a daze, he immediately lowered his head and did not dare to look further. Zishu was captured by Zhu Xingli and sent to do hard labor – decoction, stew chicken, roast fish, and cook porridge. So, the person who served the dishes became Huang Ge.
Hearing the sound, Shen Lou immediately covered Lin Xin’s feet with a quilt and asked in a deep voice: “Huang Ge, did you go to the snowy mountains near the Weishui River with me when we were young?”
“You don’t remember?” Huang Ge was a little surprised, in his understanding, the precocious Shen Qingque should have remembered things from his childhood very clearly, “In the winter when you were nine years old, we went hunting on Yangshan Mountain in the Weishui River and saved a child.”
“What child?” Shen Lou suddenly raised his head, his thin lips trembling slightly. When he was nine years old, Lin Xin was only five years old.
“A frozen child was tied to a tree by someone. It was so pitiful.” It was rare that Shen Lou didn’t remember something. Huang Ge couldn’t help but say a few more words, “Don’t know why at that time, you didn’t allow us to hug him. You insisted on carrying him down the mountain. Later, he was anxious to go back, so you asked us subordinates to find his family, and they sent him to the Zhao family. That mountain belonged to the Zhao family in Weishui.”
“Your Highness Xuan Wang, don’t walk so fast. When I was five years old, I was tied up on a snowy mountain and almost froze to death. I was so scared of the ice and snow. How about you carry me and go?”
“They all bullied me. Why didn’t you take me away?”
“When you don’t recognize me, it’s up to you.”
“I’m going to freeze to death. Can you not let me go this time?”
Those who were hiding laughter? The words inside were not all sweet words. Shen Lou closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After a long silence, he possessed Lin Xin and pulled Lin Xin into his chest bit by bit through the quilt, gently kissing the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.
Sorry.
Look no further! Huang Ge quickly put down the decoction, turned around and walked out of the tent, and bumped into Zhu Xingli who was chasing Yanggu.
Wen Shilan was defeated by Shen Lou and was injured. He was kidnapped back by the three people who arrived later, along with the scattered small objects on the snow mountain.
Zhu Xingli was very interested in those little things and the puppet He Ruo. He spent all his time playing with these things except when he was preparing Lin Xin’s medicine. Look at this, touch that. Yanggu was thrown out of the tent by Shen Lou, and was piled with these debris, and was also within the range of being touched.
Yanggu ran away before playing twice.
“Xiao Huang, catch it!” Zhu Xingli shouted.
Huang Ge subconsciously reached out and grabbed the Yanggu Sword in his hand. He was surprised: “How can this sword run by itself?”
Zhu Xingli took the sword carefully and stroked it gently as if holding a child. He smiled infatuatedly and said: “This sword has grown its own spirit and is alive now.” After that, he slapped the Chuhenhen sword on his waist. Yanggu has given birth to a sword spirit when he was only one year old, while Chuhenhen was already twenty. How old!
When Lin Xin woke up, Yanggu had returned to his side, leaning quietly against the bedside. There was no one around, and the sunlight filtered in from the ceiling of the tent, illuminating the empty bowl on the bedside. He smacked his lips. It didn’t taste bitter as expected, but it had the fragrance of chicken soup.
He got up, found a coat belonging to Shen Lou, put it on, and went to the main tent.
The tent was very lively. Shen Yingying was sitting under the commander’s seat, repairing a big arrow, and Feng Zhong was sitting next to her eating a stewed chicken, his mouth full of oil. Zhu Xingli sat on the handsome seat, playing with the small objects left by the great witch, marvelling at them.
Lin Qu knelt down in front of the low table, tracing the pattern on the golden lampshade with the drawing paper he had found somewhere, stroke by stroke, quietly and leisurely, as if he was not in the same world as the noisy three people. Occasionally he said: “This pattern is quite similar to an ancient spiritual weapon collected by the Lin family.”
“Oh? What is that spiritual weapon used for?” Zhu Xingli looked up at him and happened to see Lin Xin walking in, ” Xin’er…”
Everyone in the room looked over, and before he could speak, Lin Xin was picked up from behind.
“Why did you run out?” Shen Lou had a little anger in his eyes. He was just practicing his martial arts when the person on the bed disappeared. He was so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat.
“I didn’t see you when I wake up. I missed you.” Lin Xin saw that Shen Lou’s face was not good, so he immediately hugged his neck and rubbed his face obediently.
Zhu Xingli swallowed back half of his greeting and covered his eyes with one hand.
The chicken drumstick in Feng Zhong’s mouth fell to the ground with a “clack”, and he suddenly felt sad. He didn’t know whether to pick up the drumstick first or take care of Lin Xin first. “You, what’s going on with you two?”
Lin Qu’s eyes flashed slightly, the smile on his face did not change at all, he grabbed Feng Zhong who was about to rush over, and asked in a warm voice: “Is your leg injured??”
Lin Xin pretended to be shy and buried his face in Shen Lou’s chest, whispering: “No.”
Shen Yingying didn’t look up from the beginning to the end. Had these people forgotten that she was still a girl who had not left the boudoir? A girl!
The warm and waxy nasal sound penetrated into his ears, causing Shen Lou to soften his expression unconsciously. When the clouds opened and the fog dispersed, Lin Xin was no longer afraid. He turned around and looked around: “Where is my uncle?”
Everyone in the tent suddenly fell silent. Zhu Xingli coughed lightly and opened the map hanging on the side.
All the knick-knacks were brought back, and the body of Uluolun Heruo was naturally brought back, and was now placed on the wooden bed behind the map. Wen Shilan was still wearing the bloody clothes, standing by with a gloomy face, neither speaking nor moving, more like a corpse than He Ruo.
He Ruo had many red threads hanging all over his body. Thus, when the wind blew, he would blink or twitch his fingers. Zhu Xingli was greedy and wanted to play with it, but he was afraid of being bitten by Wen Shilan, so he could only look at it from a distance: “Such an exquisite puppet is rare in the world.”
“Khan, how many years has he been dead?” Wen Shilan raised his eyes and looked at Lin Xin’s voice was low and hoarse, as if he hadn’t drunk water for a long time.
“If I’m not wrong, he should have died before my mother escaped.” Lin Xin jumped down from Shen Lou’s arms. He wanted to get closer but was held in Shen Lou’s arms. He did not insist and simply leaned against Shen Lou. “Didn’t you notice that his face is only in his twenties?”
Wen Shilan and Uluolun Heruo had known each other since childhood. They grew up together and conquered the world together. Of course he knew that this was He Ruo’s face when he was in his twenties. Hearing Lin Xin say this, he slowly closed his dry eyes.
When He Ruo conquered the tribe for the first time, Wen Shilan was with him, so the unification was very fast. People on the grassland worshipped the strong. If he wanted to be the Great Khan, he needed prestige. Wen Shilan was willing to be invisible and put all his achievements on He Ruo. This led to the legend of “attacking the top of Yinshan Mountain in the morning and breaking through the tail of Yinshan Mountain at night”.
“Forgive me, this bastard!” Wen Shilan suddenly hugged He Ruo tightly into his arms and growled like a trapped animal, “He ruined the sun on the grassland!”
The puppet He Ruo opened his eyes and knew nothing.
There were soldiers singing in the distance, and the sound of the desert wind drifted through the commander’s tent:
[Do you mean no clothes? Be in the same robe as your son. The king raised his army and repaired my spear.]
The people in the same robe were still there, but the king don’t know where he had gone. All these years of fighting and spearing were actually for an empty skin. The king who drank three jars of wine with him and lay drunk on the battlefield was long gone.
Lin Qu was still holding the golden lamp in his hand, which flickered on and off. Seeing Wen Shilan like this, he couldn’t help but sigh and handed the thing in his hand to him: “This is something that the great witch never left behind. Do you think it is Khan’s?”
Wen Shilan raised his head and looked at the young man who had fought with him: “Thank you for your kindness. This is just the lamp in the king’s tent.”
Shen Lou suddenly said, taking the lamp, “There is a soul trapped in this!”
Everyone looked at Shen Lou, and Lin Xin was also very surprised. As far as he knew, Shen Qingque didn’t do any research on souls. How could he tell that there was a soul in it?
“This is a soul lamp. I’ve…seen it before,” Shen Lou paused, “As long as the lamp doesn’t go out, the soul inside will not be scattered.”
This past obviously referred to the previous life, Lin Xin understood clearly.
Wen Shilan’s eyes were suddenly filled with pain: “Khan, that must be Khan’s soul!”
Whether in the palace or in the royal court, this lamp had always been with the puppet He Ruo. Previously he thought it was the great witch who was playing tricks. It turned out that even if he had died, he did not let He Ruo find peace. His soul was always trapped in the soul lamp and could not reincarnate!
“That’s it!” Zhu Xingli slapped Feng Zhong, “Trapped the soul in the lamp and placed it with the physical body, the soul can be kept from entering the ground, but the body will not rot!”
Inexplicably, Feng Zhong staggered from the beating, scratched his head and asked, “Is there still hope?” There were masters and senior brothers at home who were dedicated to this kind of thing, and His Royal Highness Xuan Wang, who had a photographic memory, knew something about it.
Wen Shilan held the lamp and suddenly raised her head.
“Is it possible to move the soul?” Lin Xin asked his master.
“This body is no longer alive. Even if it is moved up, it will still be a living dead.” Zhu Xingli took the opportunity to step forward, touched He Ruo’s meridians, then weighed his chin to have a look, and even knocked on his Tianling Cap.
Wen Shilan waited expectantly for his diagnosis without any hindrance.
Lin Xin looked at his master who started to play with his uncle by pulling the red thread, coughed slightly and said: “Is the spiritual platform damaged?” After receiving a negative answer, Lin Xin decided to give it a try.
The puppet He Ruo was moved into a small tent. Only Zhu Xingli and Lin Xin were inside, and no one else was allowed to go in and disturb them. After waiting for two hours, Shen Lou, who couldn’t sit still, sneaked in on the grounds that he “knew how to use the soul lamp”, and the tent door was closed again.
Wen Shilan stood outside the tent, looking anxious, wanting to see but not daring to go in, like a husband waiting for his wife to give birth.
Feng Zhong had not yet recovered from the relationship between Lin Xin and Shen Lou, and asked Lin Qu sadly: “Is it because we in Yanqiu have no relationship with female disciples that made him go astray?”
“Jiu Ying is a cultivator, so he should be more open-minded.” Lin Qu smiled lightly.
Suddenly, the tent automatically moved without wind, and the abundant soul power blew the door curtain away, and at the same time, Lin Xin’s exclamation was heard.
Wen Shilan rushed in without thinking, breathed lightly and looked at the person sitting in the center of the cinnabar array with his eyes closed.
“It’s moved, but…” Before Lin Xin could finish his words, He Ruo had already opened his eyes.
With clear blue eyes, he slowly came back to his senses. Uluolun Heruo looked at Wen Shilan without moving or speaking.
Everyone held their breath and waited for a long time before He Ruo put on a stiff smile and called out with difficulty: “A Qian.”
He hadn’t spoken for many years, and his voice was already very hoarse.
A Qian meant elder brother in Hu language. Wen Shilan had not heard this title for many years.
Little by little, he knelt down on one knee and stared closely into He Ruo’s eyes. This man who could control seven Lulis suddenly burst into tears.
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