Chapter 304

This is a beautiful face with picturesque eyebrows and eyes. Even as a monk, he does not have a green silk on his head, but it is still beautiful and soul stirring. It's just beautiful and looks lifeless. The expression is not sad or happy, the eyes are as dark as a dead cold pool, and the corners of the lips seem to be locked, as if they have lost the ability to smile forever. If other monks in Shaolin Temple can be described as light clouds and light winds, the monk gives people the feeling that he is lifeless.

The whole Buddha Hall fell into a moment of silence, and the noise of opposing soldiers in the distance could be vaguely heard. A moment later, Yin yuan pulled a bitter smile from the corners of his mouth: "there is no Zhao Changyuan in the world."

"The elder martial brother told them that too, but... But they not only didn't listen, but also fought with the elder martial brothers."

Yin yuan nodded his head and said faintly, "I see. You go first. "

"Yes, elder martial brother."

Soon after Yincheng left, Yinyuan thought for a moment and stepped out of the Sutra Pavilion. But unexpectedly, he collided with the abbot.

"Yin yuan, where are you going?" The abbot asked in a gentle tone.

"Master, I want to go to the mountain gate to see what happened."

"But you should guard the Sutra Pavilion. You have nothing to do with anything else. "

"The disciple is afraid of involving innocent fellow disciples."

The abbot looked at the young man in front of him and remembered that he fell in front of the Mountain Gate on a snowy night a year ago. When he woke up, his eyes were filled with despair, disgust and hatred... It seemed that becoming a monk for him was the only way to keep him alive. Today, the ancient Buddha with green lanterns and the sound of Zen really make him calmer. But the abbot also knew that no one could cure his broken heart.

"You are already a member of Shaolin. It is their duty for your martial brothers to protect you. And you, do your part. "

After hearing this, Yin yuan was not stubborn. He just said, "I see, master." Then he turned back to the Sutra Pavilion.

At the same time, the 1000 elite soldiers led by Wei tingyue fled under the chaos of Shaolin monks. These seemingly simple, honest and bullying masters taught Wei tingyue the truth of being a good man on the premise of zero casualties on both sides.

Before leaving, Wei tingyue thought more and more and felt more cowardly. He still shouted at the Mountain Gate: "Damn it! Zhao Changyuan, you shrinking turtle! Keep hiding and wait to collect your parents' bodies“

Luoyang, which has been away for a long time, is full of memories of her and her husband. But at this moment, the weather outside the window is always gloomy and depressed. People on the street are in a hurry and numb. The whole world seems lifeless in Gong Yueyue's eyes. But she still stubbornly stood by the window on the second floor, staring at everything gray, because she couldn't do anything else.

Even if she had all her skills and insight, she would be useless today. The laws she once relied on could not play at all in such an era of imperial power. But she didn't intend to give up. She knew she had to do everything, even by any means, through fire and water...... Because the person who once supported the whole world for her and protected her from the wind and rain now needs her rescue and persistence.

Just as she was searching for her dead heart and full of sadness, someone knocked on the wooden door.

"Madam“ Outside the door, the Korean voice came in through the door panel.

She looked back a little numbly and whispered, "please come in, brother Han."

The door "squeaked" and was pushed open from the outside. The South Korean side stood outside the door with a happy look: "I brought you a man“ Then he stretched out his hand and recruited a man.

The man stepped into the threshold and looked up opposite Gong Yueyue. In an instant, the whole person was stunned on the spot like an electric shock. A moment later, Yingqi's eyes filled with tears and sobbed, "Madam... It's really you... It's really you“

"He Yong..." now that the old friends meet, it is as if they are separated from each other. Gong Yueyue can't help crying and takes a few steps to meet them.

"You're still alive... Really... It's great... Great..." He Yong was so excited that tears ran down his eyes. He completely forgot his etiquette and grabbed Gong Yueyue's arm and looked left and right, afraid it was just his own illusion.

Gong Yueyue is also straightforward and doesn't feel wrong. Let the other party pull themselves into a mess. But the South Korean side, standing on one side, deliberately cleared his throat, which made He Yong wake up, found his recklessness and impoliteness, and quickly released his hand.

Gong Yueyue asked He Yong to sit down, poured him a cup of tea and asked softly, "well, let's all calm down. Tell me, what has happened in the past two years? Why is there such a change? And parents, my children, how are they now“

Facing a series of problems, He Yong doesn't know where to start. With red eyes and tongue tied, I couldn't say a word for a long time.

After a moment of silence, Gong Yueyue sorted out an idea for him: "just start talking about it two years ago, the day of my accident. Speak slowly."

"We followed the general to lure the Liao army into a trap and set it on fire. We thought it was over. On the way back, the general told us that he would resign his official post and lead a life of searching for Zhao people with his wife, children and parents... "He Yong shook his hands, frowned tightly, his tone was slow and heavy, and his thoughts flew to the depths of the vast desert two years ago with Gong Yueyue......

"Have you really decided?" He Yong followed Zhao Changyuan at that time. Although he had long known that his young boss had no intention of fighting and had no intention of pursuing fame and wealth, he would retire sooner or later. I just didn't expect this day to come so fast and so suddenly.

"Well, it's decided." Zhao Changyuan, who was at the forefront of the team, slowed down his horse's hoof, turned back and smiled at his subordinates. His voice was clear and firm.

He Yong said carelessly, "simply put, if the emperor won't let people go, what are you going to do?"

Zhao Changyuan's smile disappeared, his chin raised slightly, looked at the distant horizon and said slowly, "if I really get to that step, I have my own way to deal with it. The emperor doesn't need a man who has lost all his martial arts to fight for him“

As soon as he said this, all the old subordinates behind him were shocked. The evil young man also put away his casual expression and asked some seriously, "do you want to... You have to think clearly. Don't you feel pity after more than ten years of hard practice?"

"What's a pity that I can spend my life peacefully with the people I love most“ When he said this, Zhao Changyuan turned and looked at evil Shao with a happy and relaxed look.

Evil little heart moved. The world may think that this big white goose is too affectionate and lacks the spirit of a big husband. But who can do so, for the life he wants, for the sake of wholeheartedly protecting the people around him, without hesitation give up his glory and wealth, and personally destroy his enviable glory and talent?

He thought so much in his heart, but what he said was: "have you discussed this with your little lady? Since ancient times, beautiful women love heroes. If you can't even beat Fang Zhiwen, she can't dislike and die? "

Zhao Changyuan chuckled and replied leisurely, "my wife won't. Although she has a bad mouth, she actually treats me with all her heart, just as I did to her“

He believed Gong Yueyue so much that when they returned to Yuchi store and found her missing, he was more optimistic than anyone at first.

"She must still be alive. She won't leave me. She should be trapped by something. I must find her. I'm sure I can find her“

The sergeants followed Zhao Changyuan, dragging their tired body and will, and searched frantically for several days. No one was forced, but no one quit. Finally, next to a burnt corpse in the ruins of the Ming religious tower, I found the short knife given by Zhao Changyuan to Gong Yueyue.

Zhao Changyuan lay on the ground between the bolt corpses, took the short knife in his hand, and didn't say a word for a long time. All the brilliance in his eyes suddenly faded into ashes. In the sound of everyone's exclamation, stab the tip of the knife into his throat.

All of a sudden, the people present at that time, including He Yong, failed to respond in time. Fortunately, pan haoshao was quick eyed and quick. When the tip of the knife and Zhao Changyuan's skin were less than half an inch, Sheng Sheng kicked the dagger away.

"Are you crazy“ The evil young man flew and grabbed the dagger. When he was stunned, he roared with red eyes“ Don't forget, you have parents and a pair of children“

Zhao Changyuan had lost his mind at this time, fell to the ground and curled up in a ball. His eyes were empty and dull, his whole body trembled like chaff, and his voice roared dully, like the cry of a wounded beast before he was dying.

He Yong and the crowd also gathered to control his hands and feet so that he could no longer hurt himself.

After a dead silence, I tried to control my sadness and whispered a consolation: "besides... This body is burned like this. Who can prove that this is your mother? She's such a ghost. How can she die so easily? There is still... Hope“

Zhao Changyuan raised his head fiercely, his eyes were scarlet, but it was like a light rekindling: "you're right...... you are right...... She won't die...... Will not be willing to leave me. No. "

In the next few days, in order to prevent his son from seeking short-sightedness, Zhao Xiong had to stop his tongue and tie him to the bed of the inn. He took people to continue looking.

Evil words, more or less played a role. Although Zhao Changyuan said nothing, he stared at the door all the time... He was still waiting for his wife to come back

When He Yong saw her look like a lost soul, he suddenly felt a sense of resentment in his heart. After all, he was a martial arts man. He was frank and could not control his complaints for a time. He blurted out: "madam, please forgive me for being rude. I really don't understand. Since you live well, how can you have the heart to abandon the general over the past two years? Didn't you think it would kill him? How can you...... How can you be so cruel! Since you don't care about him, what are you doing here now? Only when there is no such person in the world, live your life. "