Chapter 406 God of Law
Chapter 406 God of Law
Da da da……
Behind the mighty procession, a resolute young man riding a steed and wearing dark armor rode up to the side of Duke Anguo and said seriously:
"Foster father, it's cold and hard to travel. The journey back to Beijing is long. Please go to the rear carriage and rest!"
Cao Mao, with white hair and deep wrinkles on his face, looked at the man in front of him, who had outstanding leadership ability and whose reputation in the entire Jubei City Army was second only to his own. He was his adopted son, and he suddenly said:
"Don't you think you are too old to march?"
The young man in dark armor was startled and explained hurriedly:
"I dare not. I am still young, so a simple march is not a problem for me. I just don't want you to work too hard. I said something wrong, please punish me!"
As he spoke, seeing that Cao Mao did not respond, the young man stretched out his hand and slapped himself in the face.
"What are you doing?" Cao Mao tried to stop him, looking unhappy: "Father has never blamed you."
The resolute young man bowed his head and listened to the lecture.
Cao Mao's mouth curled up slightly, and his voice softened. He and his adopted son rode on horseback while sighing:
"You are right. The journey back to the capital is long, and now is not a time of war. The commander in chief should conserve his energy. But you should also know that the commander's words and deeds are role models for the soldiers. If the commander is greedy for pleasure, how can the soldiers be willing to fight for him?"
The young man in dark armor suddenly realized: "My foster father is right!"
Cao Mao smiled and said:
"This time when I return to Beijing, I will not bring anyone else with me. I will only bring you back. Do you know why?"
The young man said solemnly: "My foster father cultivated me, so I was willing to support him. When I go to the capital, I will be careful in what I say and do, and not bring shame to my foster father!"
Cao Mao laughed and tapped him lightly with the whip in his hand, as if in appreciation, but also as if with some other meaning.
His smile suddenly faded and he said:
"It's good that you know. This time I came back to Beijing, reporting on my work is one thing, the New Year's Day is another, but there is one thing that is most important."
The dark-armored young man asked in confusion, "What's the matter?"
Cao Mao said calmly: "Do you still remember the Northern Blood Knife?"
The dark-armored young man was stunned and looked angry:
"How could I forget? This thief was a lieutenant general in the army, but because of his own selfishness, he disregarded military law, slaughtered his fellow soldiers, and assassinated his superiors. In the face of the army's arrest, he even resisted stubbornly, killing and injuring countless comrades in our army. It is really hateful...
Unfortunately, this person disappeared without a trace during the manhunt. We have not stopped looking for him in the past two years, but there is still no news..."
Of course he remembered this person.
But what no one dared to say was that the reason why Northern Blood Knife was rejected and wanted by Beicheng was that he killed his comrades was only one of the reasons.
More importantly, one of the generals whom this man assassinated in anger because his wife was defiled was one of the sons of Duke Anguo Cao Mao.
A biological son, not an adopted son like him.
It is understandable that Duke Anguo, who had experienced the pain of losing his son, hated that man so much that he was unwilling to even mention the lieutenant general's name, and only called him by his nickname "Bloody Knife of the North".
The young man was halfway through his words when he suddenly came to his senses and said in disbelief:
"Father suddenly mentioned this person, could it be..."
Cao Mao nodded, his eyes grim:
"I just recently learned that this person was not dead, but was hiding in the capital under a different name, and even had a new identity."
"New identity?"
Cao Maoen said, and faintly uttered a name: "Lang Eighteen."
The dark-armored young man was bewildered: "I have never heard of this name."
Cao Mao smiled and said, "Not only have you not heard of it, but I, your father, have never thought of it..."
He paused, and without saying anything else, he turned his horse around and headed towards the large carriage at the back of the team:
"Father is going back to take a nap. You lead the way."
"Yes!" The determined young man bowed.
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Forbidden City Villa.
After winter, the grass and trees on the entire mountain withered, and even this building built on a high mountain that was easy to defend and difficult to attack began to look dilapidated.
Qi Yuchun was wearing a loose robe, with a long spear wrapped in thick cloth strips and its edge hidden slung across his back. He was walking alone on the corridor of the villa.
The former commander of the imperial guards of the capital looked a little weak, and he did not walk as gracefully as before.
However, all the members of the Kuangfu Society he met along the way saluted him.
Qi Yuchun walked to the pavilion on the cliff. There was a plain zither on the table in the pavilion, and a dead leaf fell on the strings.
Qi Yuchun looked at the old man who was standing in the pavilion with his hands behind his back, wrapped in a cotton robe.
Zhuang Xiaocheng turned around and asked with concern: "Your injury hasn't healed yet, why are you walking around again?"
In the battle of Yan Suo Lake, Qi Yuchun, who was seriously injured by the angry Eunuch Hai, Lang Shiba and Ji Yue, pulled up the corner of his mouth:
"I'm just injured, not dead."
Zhuang Xiaocheng smiled and said:
"I am powerless, and the long-term survival of the Kuangfu Society depends on the military force led by Commander Qi, so I am naturally concerned."
Qi Yuchun smiled, accepted the compliment calmly, and said:
"I heard that the court has made some moves."
Zhuang Xiaocheng nodded and sighed:
"The imperial court used the shadow guards to spread the word to us, wanting to exchange prisoners, to exchange the captured members for the imperial officers and soldiers in our hands... I have agreed."
Qi Yuchun's face was solemn: "I'm afraid there is a trick here. They didn't show any intention to exchange prisoners before."
Zhuang Xiaocheng sighed softly and said quietly:
"Even if it's a fraud, can we just ignore it? The end of the year is approaching, and the families, wives and daughters of those arrested members are also hoping that they will come back alive and be reunited with their families."
Qi Yuchun was silent, and said, "They will be released by the end of the year? How does the Grand Tutor plan to arrange for those people?"
Zhuang Xiaocheng said calmly:
“We have sent people to negotiate with the imperial court to discuss the exchange of prisoners. However, in order to prevent the imperial court from taking the opportunity to track us, we have to spend some extra effort. However, the members of the society are very enthusiastic about welcoming back the prisoners and are willing to take risks to welcome back their companions.
So they can probably be brought back in the next few days... As for those who come back, let's temporarily settle them in a place and let them heal their wounds." Qi Yuchun remained silent, he knew that the so-called healing was just an excuse.
The real purpose was to temporarily control this group of prisoners in order to identify whether there were spies among them who had been instigated by the court to rebel.
"Commander Qi, our enemies are becoming more and more cunning."
Zhuang Xiaocheng suddenly said in a profound tone:
"The position of the false emperor is becoming more and more secure. Next year, I'm afraid our days will be very difficult."
"Master..." Qi Yuchun opened his mouth.
But the latter waved his hand to interrupt, and Zhuang Xiaocheng said with fluttering sleeves:
"You should go back and recuperate. Only if you recover as soon as possible can you play a greater role."
Qi Yuchun nodded, turned and left.
After watching the second-in-command of the Kuangfu Society leave, Zhuang Xiaocheng walked out of the villa with his hands behind his back and strolled in the mountains.
It seems like a relaxation.
After an unknown amount of time, he walked to a hidden cave in the mountain and started talking to the cave about recent events in the Kuangfu Society.
The winter sun shone into the cave from behind him, and a figure could be vaguely seen sitting cross-legged on the ground.
"I see."
After a long time, the man in the cave said.
Zhuang Xiaocheng waited for a while, and seeing that the latter didn't say anything else, he sighed softly, turned around, and walked back to the villa on the dead branches and leaves of winter.
But his eyes turned towards the direction of the capital, and he remembered the name of the person who promoted the prisoner exchange mentioned in the intelligence.
That name, the one that made him hate it countless times over the past six months and made him regret not having killed it completely.
"Zhao...Du...An..."
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Deep in the northern snowfields, it seems like snow is falling all year round.
Off the beaten track.
However, in this area where the soldiers of Jubei City rarely patrol, there is a huge ice lake.
The ice lake is at the top of a mountain. The banks are covered with hard rocks and ice and snow, but the water is not completely frozen. There is only a thin layer of ice on the edge. The water becomes clearer and free of impurities as you get closer to the center of the lake.
If Zhao Duan were here, he would definitely see that this is a dormant volcano, and this lake is the crater.
In the snowy mountains, the cold wind was howling. A sorcerer was riding the wind, returning from the north and riding the wind to the top of the mountain.
When he arrived at the vicinity of the "Heavenly Lake", he pinched his fingers to reduce the surrounding wind, and vaguely saw illusory gods floating behind him like ghosts.
"Stop!"
The snow on the surface of a stone covered with ice and snow suddenly melted, and another warlock crawled out from the stone and stared at the newcomer.
The sorcerer who rode the wind bowed, looked toward the center of the Sky Lake, and said:
"I want to see the leader and report my findings in the Mubei Forest."
The warlock "The Man in the Stone" shook his head and said, "The leader is in seclusion. No one is allowed to disturb him."
The Wind Control Warlock was stunned for a moment, and looked forward again in disappointment: "Why did you suddenly go into seclusion?"
The Man in the Stone shook his head: "This is not something we can know."
The two looked towards the center of Tianhu Lake together. There was a large floating stone in the center of the lake, like a black isolated island.
On the island, a middle-aged man with long hair was sitting cross-legged. He had a mysterious temperament. There was a fish basket next to him and a fishing rod fixed in front of him.
Was actually fishing.
People in the martial arts world only know that the "Fa Shen Sect" is a powerful organization composed of a group of sorcerers. Its leader is elusive and is suspected to have the ability to travel to the outside world as a "clone".
The last time Zhao Duan returned to Beijing from Taicang, he encountered the incarnation of the leader of the God of Law Sect, but was killed by Eunuch Hai who was secretly escorting him on the way.
But Eunuch Hai also failed to capture the true existence of the leader of the Fashen Sect.
At this moment, the leader of the Law God Sect, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes after his eyelids trembled.
"The leader has awakened!"
Around Tianhu Lake, sorcerers with different skills suddenly came out from hiding in the darkness and looked towards the center of the lake.
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at the same time.
In the Buddhist hall of Shenlong Temple in the capital city.
The green smoke from the incense and candles rises up in the air, and the huge golden statue of Buddha majestically overlooks the hall.
The short, thin and old Abbot Xuanyin, wearing a brown monk's robe, faced the Buddha, holding a wooden hammer and gently hitting the wooden fish.
His eyes slowly closed.
"The abbot is in a trance again."
Bian Ji glanced at the old monk who started beating the wooden fish and spoke calmly.
Then he turned around and looked at Nagarjuna Bodhisattva and Prajnaparamita Bodhisattva standing behind him.
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