Twilight War

05

The fifth day of October.Years of evil east, empty death.

It is advisable to offer sacrifices, go out for burial, and receive gifts, but avoid tailoring clothes and returning to peace.

The black soul-calling banner fluttered in the wind like a dark cloud.

All the dead soldiers of Huangxuan were dressed in black, with white silk tied around their arms.

The black ones are mourning, and the white ones are mourning.

Bi Fang and Xiang Liu were driving ahead, and the white copper coins of funeral paper were scattered on the road between the mountains.

Zichen walked solemnly with his head down, supporting Si Xuerou's coffin, the white silk on his arm swaying slightly in the wind.

Si Tianming followed behind the coffin to guard the coffin.

They came here by the way of Vana, and it is no longer the territory of Vana when they arrive here.

Nine Mountains is located at the junction of Vana and Donghuang. The mountains are so high that even birds can hardly cross them.It has never been under the jurisdiction of the two countries.

This woman had been arrogant and arrogant all her life, but in the end she was willing to be buried in a foreign country, in an unowned land.

I don't know whether her soul should be under the control of Hades or Pluto after her death, or... be displaced.

In the end, Yan Guan Jiangnan is nothing but a red face, and a red dress ends up in a pile of loess.

In order not to attract attention, there were only a dozen people in the funeral. This woman has been bumpy for so long, and Zichen wanted her to be buried quietly without being disturbed.

The ethereal and solemn voice of the soul bell echoed in the mountains, and the mourner whispered, "The soul is back..."

"Return of the soul..."

Zichen supported the woman's coffin, the black and gloomy wood was carved with red lacquer.

The Huangxuan family respected the divine bird, and the coffin was engraved with the pattern of the divine bird guiding spirits. He gently stroked the red carved lacquer with his hands.

He looked up at the pines and cypresses in the mountains, the sound of the wind blowing through the pines and cypresses set off the solemn and peaceful sound of the spirit bell.

He thought of the large sycamore trees that he passed by every time he went to pay his respects. The sound of the wind blowing through the sycamore trees was like countless birds flying from the sky and the earth.

That section of the road always seems to be very, very long, as if even after leaving Huangxuan's house, he would still walk that section of the road with phoenix trees over and over again in every late night dream.

In his dream, the woman was waiting at the end of that section of Wutong Road.

But he seems to know that the woman is not there, as long as he walks into the woman, she will disappear.He will always just stay in that sycamore tree, looking up at the green leaves turning yellow, and listening to the wind blowing the sycamore leaves like thousands of bird feathers flying by.

As long as he stays there forever, the woman will always be waiting at the end of the road.

Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes came from the mountain beside him, and the whole earth seemed to shake.

The sound of horseshoes was like thunder.

Bi Fang shouted, "Be careful, there is an ambush!"

"Falling into the coffin." Si Tianming frowned and said, the reason for falling into the coffin midway is unknown.But they only brought a dozen people in total, and at least hundreds of people came to hear the voice from the mountain.

Zichen lowered the Que Xie sword beside him, and slowly pulled out a section of the Que Xie sword.

The light of the sword was as cold as an ice pool, and the white paper money was reflected on the sword body.

He looked around warily.

In order to hide, they chose a narrow mountain trail.

But it also makes them more vulnerable.The mountain roads on both sides are towering, and it will be very bad if the enemy charges them from the side.

Suddenly, hundreds of refugees from Xilu appeared on the side of the mountain.

Jiushan has never been under the jurisdiction of Vana, so many bandits fled here.

But most of these people hid here to avoid being captured by Vana. Few people came here. Zichen held the Que Xie sword in his hand, and couldn't figure out why he was targeted by these refugees.

All the dead soldiers of the Huangxuan family drew their swords and surrounded Si Xuerou's coffin.

Zichen gritted his teeth, ready to fight.

However, suddenly hundreds of Arthur's soldiers rushed out from behind the mountain, their silver armors looked like an army under the throne of God under the sun.

Hundreds of refugees didn't know what happened and died one after another when Arthur's soldiers grabbed them.

In the end, only Arthur's soldiers remained on the continuous mountain peaks.

Zichen raised his head and looked at the steep mountain peak, his black obsidian eyes reflected the endless blue sky and the man with silver armor like a king on the top.

In the backlight, Visipel looked like a cold and proud god, looking down at the dozen or so Huangxuan dead soldiers down the steep slope.

After hundreds of refugees were dealt with, Vihipel raised his hand, and all Arthur's soldiers quickly lined up on the side of the mountain behind him.

The man held the bridle in his hand, and the silver steed was pawing the ground impatiently above the mountain peak, but he was always just looking at the young man who hadn't put away his sword under the mountain peak.

The dead soldiers of Huangxuan's family didn't know what happened, but for them, the arrival of Vichypel was not good news. After all, for them, Arthur's soldiers would only be more difficult to deal with than those refugees.

Everyone drew out their swords vigilantly and looked at the man on the hillside vigilantly.

White paper money was paved on the road in front of me, and the mountain wind slowly blew the soul-inducing bell, and the deep and solemn voice echoed between the narrow mountain roads.

No one dared to take any action, and the air seemed to be stagnant.

Zichen felt that his lips had been bitten open, and the rust-like taste spread in his mouth.

From the beginning to the end, he never really saw Visipel clearly, like the icebergs formed over hundreds of millions of years in the northern ice sea, he could only see the part of the man floating on the cold water, and between that Down below, those parts that have been frozen under the water for millions of years, he has never seen.

Whether those are turbulent undercurrents or dead wilderness, he has no idea.

Zichen closed his eyes, clenched the sword in his hand, waved his hand back, and said slowly, "Lift the coffin!"

Si Tianming called out worriedly, "Zichen?"

Zichen still raised his hand almost resolutely, "Lift the coffin!"

The heavy and gloomy wood-carved red divine bird Yinling pattern heavy coffin was lifted again. Zichen lowered his head and walked slowly while supporting the coffin. Bi Fang and Xiang Liu watched the Arthur soldiers on both sides vigilantly.

The black soul bell sounded solemn and ethereal, but none of Arthur's soldiers moved.

When Si Xuerou's heavy coffin passed by Vichypel, he slowly clenched his fists on his chest and lowered his head slightly.

All Arthur's soldiers on the mountain followed him by placing his clenched right hand on his chest, lowering his head and saluting solemnly.

The white funeral paper falls in the valley, reminiscent of the plain peach blossoms scattered in the south of the Yangtze River.

The heavy coffin painted with the pattern of the divine bird leading the spirit was slowly placed on the altar.

Flames were burning under the altar, and as soon as the heavy coffin was placed on the altar, the flames burned violently along the gloomy wood on the coffin.

Red flames, black heavy coffin.

The burning flame depicts the divine bird spreading its wings on the heavy coffin, just like an ancient sacrifice, the divine bird appeared in the world at the beginning of ignorance.

The black soul-calling banner was gradually devoured in the flames, and the sound of the soul-calling bell ringing in the wind was reminiscent of ancient chimes, solemn and grand.

"The soul is back!"

Zichen knelt on the ground and kowtowed and clapped three times with the ancient Huangxuan family etiquette.

This woman who had been proud all her life was finally reduced to ashes.

The divine bird led her soul away, and the sound of the soul-leading bell echoed in the valley.

Arthur's men still stood on the side of the mountains.

Zichen respectfully followed the ancient etiquette of the Huangxuan family, his expression unchanged, his eyes lowered.

"The soul is back! How far is it?"

He slowly recited the soul mourning, kowtowing and clapping every time he said a sentence, blood gradually appeared on his forehead.The members of Huangxuan's family stood guard around the altar, their black light armor was like an impenetrable iron wall.

Si Tianming knelt beside Zichen, and he raised his head to look at the respectful and saluting young man.

After burying Si Xuerou in Jiushan, this young man will return to Jinling.

He will become the head of the Huangxuan family, wearing a feather crown and brocade clothes to perform the ceremony.

He remembered that every year in the Huangxuan family's soul ceremony, the boy would wear a scarlet brocade robe embroidered with a divine phoenix bird and kneel down solemnly on the mat.

Everyone in Jinling saluted in front of him, but he just slowly looked down at them.

He is the young master Jin of the Huangxuan family in the south of the Yangtze River. They call him the Phoenix Bird of Donghuang, who will bring peace to the world.

But he's still just a kid after all.

"The soul is back, mourning Jiangnan!"

After the soul-inducing mourning quilt finished reading every sentence, the heavy coffin on the altar finally turned into ashes.Zichen got up slowly, knelt for too long, and the moment he got up, he seemed to fall down.

"Zichen." Si Tianming hurried to help Zichen who was kneeling.

"I'm fine." Zichen shook his head and said.

He looked back at the burning altar, and his black eyes seemed to be endless deep pools.

"Let's go."

When he came out of the valley where Si Xuerou was buried, Vihipel was still waiting on the side mountain, and Arthur's soldiers beside him were still standing there, their silver armor was stained with blood.

In the backlight, the killing was even more solemn, as if at the end of the day, the King of Armies came with his legion.

Zichen raised his head and glanced at the man who was still as stern as a god, and slowly put his hands on his chest. He looked at the man, with white mountains and black waters in his black eyes.

Vehipel looked at him, his blue eyes seemed to have an indelible richness.

He raised his hand slowly, hundreds of Arthur's soldiers turned around in a well-trained manner, and left along the hillside.

However, Wisipel still just looked at the saluting boy, and there was something between his brows and eyes that Zichen couldn't understand.

Finally, he gently pulled the rein of the horse, turned and left.

Zichen couldn't understand the last look he gave here, but he couldn't forget it anyway.

There are thousands of troops and thousands of horses and tides everywhere, but none of them can match his last look here.It seems that thousands of troops have stopped, thousands of horses no longer roar, and the tide has receded, but it is also like thousands of armies and horses fighting and fighting endlessly.

"Young master." Bi Fang walked up to Zichen and called softly.

Zichen turned around, "Let's go."