Escape from the Ghost

Dark clouds covered the sun, and at some point, the sky suddenly changed, and everything around was gray.

Seeing that Li Zhaoling didn't show any expression, Xia Houyong's face turned red with anger!

For Xia Houyong himself, he can kill enemies, be unreasonable, and fight with hooligans.Because he was dissatisfied with the nepotism among officials, on the first day the son of the censor doctor entered the camp, he dared to raise his fist and beat him to death.But no matter how lawless he is, at this moment, standing in the martial arts field, he still can't do it if he indifferently beats up a person who opens his mouth and is the internal training of Song Jiajun's three articles.

Xia Houyong finally pulled Li Zhaoling's collar hard, shouted "Ah...", let go of his hand and threw him on the ground, picked up the knife and walked towards the outside of the martial arts field. Zhang Xun and Duan Fuzun saw that the situation was not right, and they were afraid Xia Houyong continued to look for trouble, so he quickly followed.

Li Zhaoling watched Xia Houyong's back gradually disappear, got up from the ground, picked up the bag that had fallen to the side, patted it, and put it on his shoulder indifferently.However, when he raised his head, the people around him did not know when they had all entered the martial arts field, and surrounded him densely, and the crowd was getting more and more crowded.

The power of hatred finally gathered. At this moment, what everyone faced was no longer teenagers, but an enemy who forced them to abandon their families, leave their homeland, and give up their names to go to the battlefield. Ze's murderous maniac even took away General Li, whom they had always admired with their lives.

Everyone was gearing up, thinking only of smashing Li Zhaoling's body into tens of thousands of pieces, avenging their brothers, and expressing the pain that had not been vented on the battlefield for the past few days. The people behind rushed forward, and the circle became smaller and smaller. Many people were afraid of Li Zhaoling's killing behavior on the battlefield, so they didn't dare to do it lightly.The breath circulates in the martial field, maintaining a delicate balance.

Patience finally broke out easily at a certain critical point. I don’t know who pushed it from behind. A small soldier hit Li Zhaoling’s arms with his head sullen. He raised his head to meet the cold eyes of the young man. Panicked, he instinctively raised his fist and punched Li Zhaoling's side face.

With the courage to save his life, this punch was so hard that Li Zhaoling leaned on the railing with his face covered and the corner of his mouth covered.After a while, he stood up staggeringly again, but still stood there with his head slightly lowered, motionless.Seeing that Li Zhaoling had no intention of fighting back, the crowd was completely relieved and rushed forward, surrounding him.

Li Zhaoling fell to the ground, and his fists fell on his body like a torrential rain. He gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, but he still did not forget to tightly protect the bag in his arms.A stream of blood flowed out from the corner of the mouth along the root of the molars, and if you hold it for a moment, the internal organs will almost be ruined.Li Zhaoling's eyes began to darken, and the figures that could be seen became more and more blurred. The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and everything seemed to return to the snowy place where the sweet-scented osmanthus cake was swallowed.

"boom--"

A sound of thunder followed by two bolts of lightning, and everyone's gritted faces were more powerful than demons and ghosts.Bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, hitting Li Zhaoling's face drop by drop.

A loud shout suddenly appeared from outside the crowd: "Stop! What are you doing?"

Even though everyone recognized Zhang Xun's voice, they were still unwilling to stop. A few soldiers in the back row turned their heads and suddenly left Song Muzhi standing at the end. Everyone started to stop and retreat!

Zhang Xun hurried onto the stage, and scolded: "You are capable! Hitting someone who doesn't fight back, you are really good at it! My face is completely embarrassing to you!"

Duan Fuzun followed closely behind. He and Zhang Xun were both Li Hongliang's former subordinates. He had just sent Xia Houyong away, and he was really worried, so he turned back and happened to meet Song Muzhi.

Everyone lowered their heads and stepped aside, revealing the boy who fell on the ground.

Duan Fuzun cupped his fists and bowed to Song Muzhi, "General..."

Song Muzhi said with a sullen expression, "Go and see him."

Duan Fuzun stepped onto the stage, turned over and entered the arena. He strode forward and knelt down to help the dying young man in the middle of the arena. Li Zhaoling's face was already stained with blood. Ask: "Little brother, are you okay?"

Li Zhaoling pulled the corner of his mouth, chuckled, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Duan Fuzun looked at Song Muzhi, shook his head, Song Muzhi frowned, then stepped into the arena, but still stood in the distance without moving.

Li Zhaoling tried his best to straighten his body, looked at Song Muzhi standing proudly in the distance in military uniform, and murmured: "Army... There is training in the army, don't...don't pick quarrels, don't be aggressive, don't...you can do whatever you want Hurt people." The Song family's army has always been strict in running the army, and the internal discipline is comparable to life.

Duan Fuzun tightened his hand holding Li Zhaoling's shoulders, looked at the leader of a soldier beside him, and shouted loudly, "What is he memorizing?"

"..."

Duan Fuzun emphasized his tone, and said loudly: "Speak! Tell everyone, what is he memorizing?"

Xiaobing stared blankly at the boy's blood-stained face, and stammered, "Song... the Song family's army internally trained three things."

Duan Fuzun gritted his teeth: "Continue!"

"No...not to pick quarrels, not to be aggressive, not to hurt people at will."

Duan Fuzun looked at the bundle tightly guarded in Li Zhaoling's arms. The bundle had been torn a lot, and a big hole had been worn out, revealing some fabric.His face darkened and he reached out to grab it, but Li Zhaoling closed his eyes tightly, holding on to it in a daze.

Song Muzhi's eyes were deep, he strode past the crowd, stood beside Li Zhaoling and knelt down, the boy's face was mostly covered by blood stains, he reached out to touch Li Zhaoling's head, but he still didn't fall down while hanging in the air, he turned to see Put your hand on the bag.

Li Zhaoling pulled it twice, closed his eyes and stuffed it into his arms.

"it's me……"

A low and familiar voice sounded out loud, and then Li Zhaoling slowly let go.

Song Muzhi took the bundle and opened it to see that it was just a set of armor for low-level soldiers, neatly folded, with a small golden word "Song" printed on the neckline.The battlefield is changing rapidly, this is just that Song Muzhi ordered Su Ningzi to take a set for him to protect his life, unexpectedly...

When everyone saw it, they were completely silent.

Song Muzhi's eyes were dull, and he stood up and raised the armor in his hand and shouted, "I don't have clothes, I'm in the same robe as my son!"

The crowd echoed loudly: "Wang Yu Xingshi, repair my spear!"

"From today on, he, Li Zhaoling! He is no longer our enemy, but a soldier of our Northern Wei Dynasty, and a brother of our Song family army!"

"Yes--"

Song Muzhi handed the armor to Zhang Xun, leaned down and hugged Li Zhaoling in his arms, stood up and whispered, "Did you hear that?"

Li Zhaoling forcefully pulled out a smile, nodded and said, "I...I have been...following you all my life..."

Another burst of thunder "boom"!

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting Li Zhaoling's face, it was cool, and he wanted to reach out and wipe it off.

Song Muzhi said in a deep voice, "Don't move." Li Zhaoling immediately stopped his hands obediently.

Everyone still stood there motionless, watching Song Muzhi hugging Li Zhaoling and walking towards the general's main camp step by step.

Song Muzhi moved him into his arms, hugged him tighter, waved his sleeves, covered his body with a bright red cloak, and asked softly, "Do you hate me?"

Li Zhaoling closed his eyes and shook his head, buried his face in his chest and said, "I...I killed a lot of people."

Song Muzhi moved closer to Li Zhaoling's ear and said slowly: "It's okay, from now on, this is the real you."

When Li Zhaoling woke up, he had already put on brand new obscene clothes, which were very refreshing against his body. He leaned on a charcoal behind his feet, and the fire was red, making him very warm.

Su Ningzi walked in and saw Li Zhaoling blinking her eyes, put her mouth on the bedside table with her mouth tilted, and said angrily, "Drink!" The tray shook, and half a bowl of medicine was spilled.

Song Muzhi sat behind the desk, glanced at Su Ningzi, and said coldly, "Don't you have anything to say?"

Su Ningzi blushed, rubbed a corner of her clothes back and forth, and said, "Yes... I'm sorry."

When Li Zhaoling heard this, he trembled suddenly, looking frightened.

As Song Muzhi wrote, his tone was calm and not angry: "Whether you accept it or not, from now on, he is a member of the army, do you understand?"

Su Ningzi has been with Song Muzhi since she was a child, she has never seen the general talk to her like this.She knew that this time it was really too much, she lowered her head and said, "Understood."

Song Muzhi came over and said in a low voice, "If you understand, go to Wang Xin to receive punishment."

"Yes."

Just as Su Ningzi was about to leave the door, she was stopped by Song Muzhi and asked, "Do you know why Xia Houyong didn't do anything in the end?"

Su Ningzi's big teary eyes were shining, she bit her lip and said nothing.

Song Mu paused every word: "The great affairs of the country should be fearless of life and death. There should be a limit to the courage of a gentleman."

With tears in her eyes, Su Ningzi said, "I see." After speaking, she backed away slowly.

Song Muzhi helped Li Zhaoling up from the bed and leaned in his arms, holding a medicine bowl to feed him. Song Muzhi was wearing a soft suit, and Li Zhaoling pressed against his broad chest, with his swollen eyes desperately opening a gap. Gou Gou looked at Song Muzhi's handsome face, then snatched the medicine bowl, gulped it down three times in two gulps, choked his throat with the last gulp, and blushed from coughing.

"Haha..." Song Muzhi smiled, wiped his mouth with his cuff, and said, "What are you in a hurry for? This is medicine, not something delicious."

He took the medicine bowl, put down Li Zhaoling and said, "Let's sleep a little longer." After speaking, he got up and walked towards the desk.

Li Zhaoling turned over the quilt and jumped off the bed. The moment he landed, his whole body seemed to be scattered.He walked to the desk with bare feet, looked at Song Muzhi's vigorous yet graceful handwriting, and asked, "What is this?"

Song Muzhi smiled at him and said, "Eight characters, Shengzhao Tianxia, ​​Ling Tianjifei, your name." He put the paper away, handed it to Li Zhaoling, and said, "I will teach you later."

Li Zhaoling took it, unfolded it slowly, and asked cautiously, "A man's promise?"

Song Muzhi was amused by him, patted his head, and said, "You bastard!"

Li Zhaoling didn't get a reassuring answer, and looked at Song Muzhi's reluctance to let go.

Song Muzhi smiled and said, "Yes, a man's promise."

Only then did Li Zhaoling carefully collect the paper, unfold the clothes and stuff them into his bosom very preciously.

"From now on, you can follow me and be my bodyguard, how about that?"

Li Zhaoling thought about it and asked, "What is a bodyguard?"

"Just be by my side and protect me all the time." Song Muzhi saw that he was barefoot, and suddenly approached him, put him on his shoulder with one hand, walked towards the bed with his arms around his legs, and scolded, "Don't wear shoes from now on. Run around."

Song Muzhi put Li Zhaoling by the bed, knelt down, picked up the boots on the ground and carefully put them on for him, looked up at Li Zhaoling's eyes, and said, "Waiting is love and responsibility. It is a country and a person."

Li Zhaoling stretched out his hand to caress Song Muzhi's face. He saw that Song Muzhi didn't hide, so he felt relieved to touch it with his fingers. The moment he touched him, he couldn't help shaking. After a long time, he said, "I am willing."