Star Trace Gate

Outside Shangyu County, there is a place where mountains and forests collapsed.

Guan Feng’s mourning clothes were stained with blood and torn, and he stood with a spear in his hand.

There were corpses floating all over the ground, blood soaked the broken limbs, intestines flowed out, and the whole place was a bloody mess.

Nearly a thousand Green Forest soldiers surrounded the area with their weapons in hand, blocking and besieging the area without charging forward.

At the front of the crowd, Fox Eyebrows said from a distance: "Guan Feng, if the army leader hadn't wanted to capture you alive, I would have cut off your head and hung it above the city gate. Don't be ungrateful. Kneel down now and you can still live for two days without suffering physical pain."

Guan Feng stood alone in the pool of blood, staring at the flames of war all around him, his heart no longer filled with hatred and obsession. All his ambitions vanished when the Shangyu County formation was broken.

At this moment, this isolated place in the mountains, with all things quiet and silent, was just like his state of mind like a stagnant pool of water. No matter how fierce the winds were, or how life and death were decided, they could not cause any waves in his mind.

As night fell, the wind died down.

"Whizzing!"

Ren Ye, his beloved concubine, Xu Bangzi, Lao Liu and others appeared in the woods at the same time.

"This guy almost poisoned the whole town, what's the point of keeping him?" Old Liu said simply, "I'm going to squeeze his eggs out."

"The eggs will always be there, why rush at this moment?!" Xu Bangzi licked and said, "Your Highness still has something to ask him, so he needs to be caught alive."

"Ah."

Old Liu listened to the advice very much and sneered, "Then wait a little longer."

Ren didn't say anything either. He just stood deep in the forest, looking at Guan Feng quietly.

In front of the battle, a disciple who was as famous as Foxy shouted again: "Guan Feng, the city has been breached, and Yu Lin's party and Han Chan have also fled. You are a person living under someone else's roof, you can neither advance nor retreat, so why do you still fight like a trapped beast? If you are really a man, then come back to Southern Xinjiang with us and give an explanation to your hometown elders and the people of Qingliang Prefecture."

As the shouts drifted, Guan Feng's eyes gradually regained their spirit. He looked at the dense enemy troops around him and smiled with a pale face: "Bone bones are buried in Hanshan, Luori Town needs to be explained, and Qingliang Mansion also needs to be explained. Then who can give an explanation to my parents, my clansmen, and those meritorious generals and soldiers?!"

"Having come this far, I, Guan Feng, have been defeated. I feel sorry for the blood feud of my entire clan, and I feel sorry for all the elders and comrades who followed me. I can't even give an account of my own life, so how can I give an account to others?"

"Ha ha ha ha.

"I have never said that I am a good person. My ability, talent, and vision are not even one ten-thousandth of what my father has."

"I am just a young child from the White Python Clan who died in the bloody night long ago."

"Since then, he has been entangled in conspiracy, keeping a low profile, acting despicable, and using any means necessary... Only a body left alive in revenge is left."

"I can't give you the explanation you want, and I don't want to give it."

Guan Feng laughed loudly, raised the Tianjun Spear, and stepped forward.

In the forest, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood at his feet. He was alone, holding a gun, slowly walking towards Bachuanzi.

Everyone stared at him with frowns on their faces, and none of them said a word.

The blood-stained mourning belt fluttered behind his head, and the surging star power blew up his clothes, making the corners of his clothes rustle.

He held a gun and shouted, "Wu Yuanjun's son Guanfeng is on the battlefield, donning his armor. Men of the White Python Clan, line up and follow me to kill the enemy!"

One man's shout shook the mountains and forests.

With one man and one gun, they rushed towards the enemy camp without hesitation.

Everyone saw him charging alone, but they didn't know that in Guan Feng's mind, the White Python Clan seemed to be standing behind him. Just like in the early autumn of that year, when Wu Shuai was defeated in Gepao Township, he faced a desperate situation, regrouped, and finally fought a brilliant victory.

The soul of the white python will one day return to the world; the army of earth dragons will also sooner or later appear again on the land of China.

However, Guan Feng was destined not to wait...

Fox Eyebrows slowly turned around and looked at Ren Ye in the dense forest.

The latter was silent for a while, and only said to Xu Qingzhao: "My beloved, please stay here."

After saying that, Ren Ye turned around and left.

At this moment, his emotions were complicated, just like human nature, it is difficult to judge it in black and white.

On the one hand, he hated Guanfeng for scheming against Qingliang Mansion and implicating innocent people; on the other hand, he almost witnessed Guanfeng's entire life and his hatred for genocide with his own eyes.

Even if the situation were reversed, he didn't know whether he would become Guan Feng.

He didn't dare to think too much, just turning around and leaving was the best option.

When the four heirs saw Ren Ye leave, they said no more and flew up at high speed to protect all the soldiers behind them.

The four men fought and watched the wind, and the shadows of gunfire filled the woods.

Soon, Guan Feng's legs were broken, his chest and abdomen were pierced by sharp blades, and he was standing alone in the woods, without the strength to take a step.

He turned his head and looked around. It was as if countless familiar faces appeared in the forest, including the young Xu Ersan, his father, the elders who loved him, and his childhood playmates of the same age in the clan...

A cool breeze blew across the hills.

Guan Feng stood with his gun upright, his hair disheveled, and said softly: "Uncle Xu... we are going home... we are going home...!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly lowered his head and hit the tip of Tianjun's spear with his throat.

"Pfft!"

The gun tip pierced his neck and a stream of blood spurted out from behind.

Amid the bright stars and moon, Guan Feng also goes with the wind.

The fourth pass landed steadily.

Old Liu moved his lips and whispered, "Forget it. A person's debt is paid after death. I won't squeeze his eggs. Let's bury him on this hill."

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, the beloved concubine flew forward, pushed down Guanfeng's body with her hand, and then tried to move the Tianjun Spear away and perform the soul gathering technique.

For Ren Ye, he still had some doubts in his heart that had not been resolved, so his beloved concubine stayed here to gather her soul and ask questions.

However, when she tried to move the Tianjun Spear away, she found that the spear was stuck in the ground as if it had taken root, and she couldn't pull it out no matter how hard she tried.

Afterwards, Lao Liu and others were unwilling to accept the result and stepped forward one by one to try to move the object, but the gun was still firmly stuck in the red soil, and the light was completely dimmed.

"This thing has a spirit. The White Python clan's heir apparent died, and it doesn't want to be controlled by outsiders." Xu Bangzi frowned and said, "Perhaps it will be picked up by someone who is destined to be with it."

"Am I not the destined one?" Old Liu asked in disbelief.

Everyone ignored him and surrounded the place to protect their beloved concubine.

Guan Feng's body lay quietly in the forest, his eyes closed, his face facing the sky, without any sign of resentment.

Everything he did was destined to be irreconcilable with Qingliang Prefecture.

Many people died at Guanfeng's hands in Loushan Pass, Luori Town, and the plague in Qingliang Prefecture. If he reconciled with him, how could he face the officers and soldiers who died to help Qingliang Prefecture, and the bandits? How could he face the people and refugees who suffered from the disaster?

How can he face the Southern Xinjiang court? !

After the battle of Shangyu County, Qingliang Prefecture and Southern Xinjiang will inevitably have an intertwined relationship. As the culprit, Guanfeng, even if he tied his hands or was killed by Ren Ye as a bodyguard, the final result will be that he will be pushed before the people of the world and die to atone for his crime.

It can't be hidden, and Ren Ye will not go to Emperor Wanwu or the Dragon Chief to plead for him...

When a person dies, his debts are cancelled. There is nothing much to say about this.

"boom!"

In the dense forest, a soul flew up, and the beloved concubine began to refine and control the soul.

……

Shangyu County.

The war is drawing to a close, and the Green Forest Army is taking over the entire city.

Fenglin brought Ren Ye to the back of the government office and landed near the northwest of the city.

He looked around and pointed to an empty space and said, "This is the intersection of the nine lands of Shangyu in the northwest. If we set up a formation here and sacrifice the Human Emperor Seal, we can seize the destiny of Daqian."

Ren Ye asked, "How many days will it take?"

Taoist Fenglin looked far into the distance, observing the famous mountains and rivers around him and the direction of the terrain: "Shangyu Jiudi is the barrier to the south of the Daqian Dynasty, and it should share the luck of the Daqian County. I estimate that it will take at least three days to collect the luck of this place."

"This is too slow." Ren also frowned. "Daqian's reinforcements are coming soon. If we fight for another three days, how many people will die?! We must find a way to quickly seize the luck of this place and close the mist barrier."

"There is no shortcut to seizing luck." Fenglin shook his head: "Unless...!"

"Unless what?" Ren Ye asked immediately.

"Unless you have another treasure that can gather luck. The Human Emperor Seal gathers luck here, and the other one goes to another intersection to suppress the luck. This way, it will be much faster." Fenglin looked at him: "But unfortunately, there are too few treasures in the world that can gather luck... You have the Human Emperor Seal, which is a great advantage."

When Ren Ye heard this, he was suddenly stunned: "Fuck!"

"What the hell?" Fenglin was puzzled.

"Fuck... it just means what a coincidence." Ren also blinked and said stupidly, "What a coincidence, it seems that I really have another treasure that can take away my luck."

"Don't brag..."

"brush!"

Before Fenglin could finish his questioning words, he saw Ren Ye raised his hand, and a very simple small tripod appeared in his palm.

He was stunned for a moment, and almost instinctively imitated Ren Ye and said, "Fuck!"

"...Isn't it ridiculous?!" Ren Ye held up the small tripod and introduced it softly, "This is the Dragon Tripod, which I got from a secret place. I didn't want it at the time, but they chased me and forced it on me...I had no choice but to accept it."

"Long Ding?!" Feng Lin immediately stretched out his hand and said, "Let me take a look."

"Here!"

Ren also threw it to him.

Fenglin held the item in his hand, observed it carefully, and said with deep emotion: "It's really amazing. This is a treasure, a national treasure! If you want to have a dynasty, you can use this item to suppress the mountains and rivers and gather the luck of the world in the future."

"Then stop talking nonsense, and do it, do it!"

Ren also urged.

"Okay, I will set up the formation now." Fenglin nodded.

……

Qingliang Mansion, the old documents warehouse.

A middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a stubborn look walked out of the door in a trance, muttering: "I can't find it... Why can't I find it...?!"