Chapter 7 Dust, Republic

"Naturally, I remember..." Xiao Yuanfeng replied.

"What would you do if I could give her the life she wanted?" Xiao Yuanqi looked at the bright stars in the sky and asked.

Xiao Yuanfeng was slightly stunned and replied without meditation: "I am willing to fight for the last drop of blood for Changli and guard this Changli country for the royal brother. I have no two hearts."

Xiao Yuanqi smiled when he heard the words, and the sword at his waist touched the armor, and there was a jingle sound: "Then I, as a brother, will also give you a big gift."

Xiao Yuanfeng did not understand the meaning of the words, but did not refute them. He just turned his words back to the war again: "Brother, please think twice. There is no gap around the Redness Pass, which is similar to the Yanmen Pass, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and there is a snow peak around the Red Blu Pass as a natural danger. Now it is winter, and the snow peaks are extremely strong. How can they pass?

Is that right? Isn't it the first barrier under the snow peak? The Xikun army retreated to the Chixia Pass, and the military strength of the city gate under the snow peak was naturally insufficient. They certainly didn't expect that we would want to cross the snow peak. I'm going to climb up from the south and down from the north, so that when Xikun is unprepared, I, Changli, can open the gate under the snowy peak.

"The snow peak is about 20 miles away from the Chixia Pass. The gate under the snow peak is lost, and it will take two hours for the defenders of the Red Peak to come. I now leave a secret order for you to continue to guard the Yanmen Pass, and I will take 3,000 soldiers over the snow peak in an hour. When I send a signal to you, you will enter through the gate with the army. Do you understand? This matter can't be a foreigner. You can wait for my signal.

Xiao Yuanqi arranged several times to break the deadlock at the border. When Xiao Yuanfeng thought about it, Xiao Yuanqi had left the gate.

......

An hour later, Xiao Yuanqi took the strong people selected from the sergeants around the West Kun defense line and came to the foot of Xuefeng Mountain. These soldiers carried many bags containing pig's feet collected everywhere. The pig's feet are very sticky. Once roasted by a torch, they can stick to the snow peak, and the soldiers can also climb the snow peak like ladders. It's just that the pig's feet are not stable, so we must seize the time and be ready to fall down at any time. Momo here thinks of the glue in the pig's feet~)

Holding a dagger left and right, holding a torch in his right hand, led by Xiao Yuanqi and taking a group of soldiers to Xuefeng.

... Outside the distant Xijing City, in a Zen courtyard behind Anguo Temple, a thin figure kneels upright on the futon, with two jade hands, a slender neck shining transparent light in the night, and the slightly drooping green silk hanging casually.

After reading the last heart sutra, Shen Sirong kowtowed to the golden Buddha statue: "Bodhisattva, I beg you to bless him to return safely, bless the people of Changli, and bless all the soldiers and soldiers to be free from injury."

"Mother's heart is merciful."

There was a voice behind her. Shen Sirong turned his head and looked at it. It was the person who first divination for her. I don't know why. Since he came to this temple, the master has often come to see her, but he has never come here at night like this.

Shen Sirong got up and returned the salute: "I have met the master."

"Don't worry too much. The dragon naturally has the power of the strong, but there is something for the monk to come today." While the master was talking, he turned around and fell under the Buddhist niche: "Do you know why I have always called you mother?"

"I don't know." Shen Sirong raised his cheek and faced the moonlight. His face was a little less uneasy and more quiet.

"Because the dragon is the king, you are naturally a mother. However, Lao Na cracked the original signature, Long Feng and Ming.

Shen Sirong's face changed slightly and said, "Oh?"

"This is a chance that cannot be revealed. Please wait at ease. Maybe it won't be long before you will call your mother... Ha ha..." The laughter seemed empty in the night, and Shen Sirong's eyes flashed without the gray figure.

With rosary beads in his hand, Shen Sirong's fingers were playing with them one by one, and his mind also drifted away with these words.

Lighting the red candle in front of the Buddhist niche, Shen Sirong looked at the extinguished flame, and the small flame fluctuated high and low. The rosary in her hand became faster and faster, and the rosary sounded gently, and the smell of incense wood became stronger and stronger under her nose.

"Dong..."

With the sound of a wire breaking, the string of beads in his hand dispersed, and the sound of tinkling fell clearly knocked on Shen Sirong's heart. A sense of uneasiness flowed in her heart.

In the heart of Buddhism, Buddha beads are a little dust in the world, and it is an unknown sign that the dust breaks apart.

Shen Sirong straightened his clothes and continued to kneel down and recite the scriptures, but he couldn't say a word. In the ancient Buddha, tears fell like red dust.

Five days later, there was news from Anguo Temple, and the world was plain. Xiao Yuanqi died...

At the moment of receiving the news, what the master said seemed to be the sharpest irony. Yes, she is no longer a queen, naturally because Xiao Yuanqi is no longer the emperor, because he died...

The pain in my heart is getting bigger and bigger, and my throat is sweet.

"Pu..."

Shen Sirong spewed out a mouthful of dark blood, and his body was shaking. Behind him were the cool pillars. Tears in front of him were like rain. Xiao Yuanqi's handsome and star-like face appeared in the crystal bead curtain. Shen Sirong tremblingly reached out and stroked the farther and farther face and called lowly: "Yuan Qi...Yuan Qi..."

My mind is full of disbelief. He is the king. How can he take people over the snow peak alone? Since he climbed the snow peak, how could he be shot when he opened the gate? He is skilled in martial arts, how can he be poisoned into his heart?

Standing on the top of Anguo Mountain, it seems that they can hear closer and closer whimpers everywhere. They are sending out Changli Kingdom to victory for their kings. They have taken more than half of the rivers and mountains of Xikun, forcing the king of Xikun to submit to his feet and kill the leading soldiers to avenge Xiao Yuanqi. However, everything is no longer meaningful...

Xinjun, Xiao Yuanfeng. Just come back with his body...

The clothes rolled up with dewdrops on the grass, and there was a sad heartache in the slightly moist air. Shen Sirong untied his green and gray robe and wore a white plain dress without any dust.

"Wait for me, I'll accompany you... I'll go to the poor blue and fall into the yellow spring, and the white head will never leave." The posthumous independence bloomed on the back mountain cliff of Anguo Mountain, like a white lotus at night. The black night sky in the distance broke a little yellow. Shen Sirong smiled gently, and his beautiful face was clear in the light of the morning light. There was no hesitation under his feet. Shen Sirong opened his arms, his sleeves danced in the wind, and his body fell slightly forward, like a white butterfly that had broken its wings, falling into the depths of the endless cliff...