rebirth [rebirth]

Xie Mingze died in his arms like this.

Rong Jingxuan hugged him and cried bitterly. He didn't collapse when Da Chu was destroyed, and he gritted his teeth to survive when Cong'er died, but at this moment he was in a trance, and the whole world collapsed before his eyes.

Like the hosta, it was broken into pieces.

He felt like he was going crazy, holding Xie Mingze's cold body in his arms, and he was hanging on the city wall in front of him.

After reliving one time, being a human being in two lives, the person he most wanted to be with was because he passed away in a miserable way.

Rong Jingxuan burst into tears.

How much he wanted to ask the heavens, how many evil things he Rong Jingxuan did, which caused the destruction of mountains and rivers, and the tragic death of his relatives.

What a disaster that must be.

Rong Jingxuan knelt there motionless, he knew that no one would give him an answer.

The breeze blew by, bringing a burst of sweet and bloody smell.

He hugged Xie Mingze tightly and kept calling him, wanting him to open his eyes again.

But that is no longer possible.

The blood-stained arrows on Xie Mingze's back were broken, and the three arrow tails stretched out abruptly, like chains of ecstasy.

The forest was extremely quiet, except for Rong Jingxuan's intermittent crying.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and suddenly raised his head.

His gaze seemed to be quenched by ice, coldly passing through the deep woods, and swept straight forward.

He can't break down here.

When Zhong Qi died, he told Xie Mingze that we cannot let Zhong Qi die in vain.

Yes...he was the king of Da Chu, and he led the soldiers on the difficult road to restoration of the country. Dozens of people died along the way, and these deaths were not in vain.

As for those who are alive, he must ensure that they all survive.

Rong Jingxuan reached out and touched Xie Mingze's cold face. If he didn't care about the blood on the corner of his lips, his expression at the moment could be regarded as peaceful.

Just like he usually fell asleep.

Rong Jingxuan lowered his head and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Xie Mingze's lips were already stiff, completely losing their former softness.

"You, why didn't you listen to me this time?" Rong Jingxuan murmured to himself.

He stood up, took off his coat to wrap him around, hugged him vigorously, and put him under the nearby rock.

Then he walked back to the original place, picked up the broken hairpin bit by bit, carried it in the handkerchief and put it back on Xie Mingze's chest.

"As for the token of love, even if it's broken, you have to carry it with you."

As he said so, he slowly knelt down in front of Xie Mingze.

"Aze, when I come back to pick you up, be good."

After Rong Jingxuan finished speaking, he turned over and returned to the horse, took a last look at Xie Mingze, and rode away without looking back.

The moment the few of them dispersed, Rong Jingxuan looked back. Although he didn't say he was a genius, he was very good at remembering directions.

Closing his eyes, recalling the general direction of the few people, Rong Jingxuan rode his horse and galloped all the way back to the position where he was ambushed.

It was already afternoon, and the golden crow in the sky was still full of heat. The rays of sunlight in the forest were very dazzling, and it was extremely warm on the body.

However, Rong Jingxuan only felt cold all over his body. Xie Mingze's death took away all the warmth from his body. He felt like a walking dead, and he tried his best to do his best in this matter.

The ambush point was still the same, and the dead bodies fell to the ground piecemeal, dyeing the land dark red.

Rong Jingxuan walked through the pile of corpses with no expression on his face, and came to the escort cart to rummage through the bombs and firecrackers.

After a round of melee just now, there were not many firearms in the car, but he still found two firecrackers and a bomber.

"Ha, good luck." Rong Jingxuan said to himself.

He tied those firecrackers to his legs, and walked over to look at Zhong Qi: "When I pick up Aze and come back, I will take you back to bury him together."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly bent down and gave a big gift to those dead soldiers.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, Rong Jingxuan looked up, got on his horse and left quickly without saying anything.

Rong Jingxuan stopped near the place where they scattered on their horses. He remembered that Ding Kai and two soldiers were heading south, while another Shichang and three soldiers were walking in the middle, and there were two more walking. The leftmost road.

Rong Jingxuan went after Ding Kai without thinking too much.

The enemy came this time with at least a hundred people. At the beginning, six or seven squads were in ambush, then there was another group of archers, and finally there were about three or four squads of cavalry, but there were only a dozen or so people on their side.

Even if they have firecrackers in their hands, the opponent also has longbows and crossbows, and bombers for ambushes, no matter how well-trained they are, they will not be able to avoid an ambush with more than double the number of people.

At this moment, Rong Jingxuan was extremely calm.

He concentrated on trying to find his soldiers.

Soon, he found Ding Kai and two soldiers. They and their horses fell to the ground, covered with blood.

Around them, there were two corpses of the enemy.

It's too late.

Rong Jingxuan held his breath, tried to put the three of them neatly together, and then bent down again to salute.

After doing all this, he continued to chase the middle laners.

Rong Jingxuan has a good memory, so he can keep the right direction in such a confused forest, and soon saw the figures of two enemy soldiers from a distance.

He didn't say anything, and after running wildly for a while, he shot directly.

The huge strike ability of the firecracker was highlighted, and the two enemies were shot and fell off before they could react, obviously already killed by him.

Rong Jingxuan didn't delay for a moment, and continued to gallop forward.

The short-footed horse he was riding gradually became a little weaker, his speed slowed down, and his breathing gradually became heavier.

Rong Jingxuan reached out and touched its neck, and said to it: "My good boy, hold on for a while."

Afterwards he found the bodies of several other soldiers and enemies. Obviously they had experienced a fierce battle with each other, and their death conditions were very miserable.

Rong Jingxuan still gave them a big gift, and then continued to search for them.

There is still the last soldier left, and there are six or seven enemies who have not been killed.

The sky was getting dark, Rong Jingxuan suddenly saw a fire shining far away, he got off the horse, leaned into its ear and whispered: "Good boy, wait for me for a while, take a rest."

After he finished speaking, he threw away a useless firecracker and replaced it with a new one.

Rong Jingxuan walked quickly through the shadowy dense forest with his waist bent.

Throughout the whole day, he hurried on the road in the morning and fought fiercely at noon, and continued to search in the forest in the afternoon without letting up.

Up to now, he still moves quickly and freely, as if he won't be tired at all.

There is one breath to support him, and he will never give up until he reaches his goal.

Taking advantage of the completely darkened sky, Rong Jingxuan quickly lurked near the fire.

It was a fire surrounded by rocks, and five or six figures were sitting in front of the rocks, preparing dinner.

Rong Jingxuan couldn't get close, and lay in ambush not too far away, trying to listen for the voices on the other side.

Only a rough voice said loudly: "Your Majesty is really wise and mighty. To arrange an ambush here is beyond the imagination of Emperor Fei."

Another slender voice said: "It's not easy for the son, if it weren't for the madam, maybe he would have succeeded a long time ago, and there is no need to wait now."

"Damn it, Emperor Fei's subordinates are so fierce, we have thirteen teams here, and they all died on the way."

"You haven't seen the scene of the brave army training, it's not bad for the few of us to survive." A voice that seemed somewhat familiar said lightly.

This voice is usually very abrupt, because the speaker was originally a stammer.

Rong Jingxuan narrowed his eyes suddenly, and gradually had a result in his mind.

A wife with a son, a timid soldier who didn't stammer, it turns out...someone around him has been a traitor for a long time, and he still thinks that the other party is loyal to the emperor and the people, and is a great loyal minister.

What a joke, a big joke.

Chen Shengzhi is really powerful, he can instigate the loyal son of An Guohou to be a traitor, and it must have given him countless benefits.

That's right, what's the point of being the son of Lord Marquis? It's enough to be a hereditary prince.

Rong Jingxuan didn't even need to use his brain, he could easily figure out what he promised Yu Xiude.

It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, the good brother and most loyal courtier he thought was a duplicitous traitor.

At this moment, Rong Jingxuan wanted to scream up to the sky, it turned out that the person he trusted the most wanted his life.

No... not only his, those around him might all die.

Rong Jingxuan squinted his eyes. He held the firecracker firmly with both hands, aimed at the tallest figure opposite, and shot the gunpowder with a bang.

The figure only had time to let out a muffled groan before it was shot through the head and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

The remaining six reacted very quickly, rolled on the spot and hid behind the stone.

Rong Jingxuan held a firecracker in his right hand and a long sword in his left. He hid behind a thick tree trunk and listened intently to the movement there.

For a moment, even the wind seemed to stop.

A slender knife as thin as a cicada's wing suddenly flew out from his side, and a tall and thin figure came with it.

Rong Jingxuan raised his gun with his right hand and shot without thinking, but the other party seemed to have expected his reaction. With a light swipe of his left hand, a long gun with silver light came through the air.

not good.

Rong Jingxuan yelled that it was terrible, but he was not afraid. He raised his head and dodged back, and was about to give another shot quickly.

However, they are not the only two of them in this dense forest.

Just when Rong Jingxuan was forced by the spear and had to retreat, the other two figures rushed out quickly, and each of them slashed at Rong Jingxuan.

All this happened too fast, but in the blink of an eye, Rong Jingxuan was surrounded by people, and it was inevitable.

But he still flicked to the right vigorously, gritted his teeth and let his left arm brush the opponent's long knife, bringing out a deep red wound.

Rong Jingxuan couldn't care about that anymore, he turned around and shot, hitting the nearest swordsman to the ground at once.

Compared with cold weapons, it is not unreasonable that firearms are called divine weapons.

One was knocked out here, but the other three quickly caught up.

Rong Jingxuan suddenly fell into a melee.

One was missing and there were five, but none of them were recruits who knew nothing. These people looked like veterans who had fought with Chen Shengzhi for many years.

Rong Jingxuan tried his best to kill three, but he himself was seriously injured on his waist, upper legs.

Especially the wound on the waist, which was injured by the enemy who used the gun before. Such a big blood hole could not be sealed, and it was bleeding slowly.

Rong Jingxuan no longer cared about all this.

In the dark night, only the moonlight peeked out from the gaps in the leaves, the silver moonlight shone on Rong Jingxuan's blood-stained face, and also on his waist that kept bleeding.

He felt that the temperature in his body was rapidly losing.

In early summer, he could no longer feel the warmth.

But he still stood there and didn't fall down.

There were only two people left on the other side, and one of them was seriously injured, with two arms chopped off by Rong Jingxuan, obviously no longer fighting.And the other one was brought out by them this time, the stuttering traitor.

Rong Jingxuan walked up to him step by step.

He lowered his head, his face was ferocious, like a ghost.

He said, "Is it so fun to be a traitor?"

After all, he didn't listen to the other party's pleas and cries of pain at all, picked up the broken crossbow beside him, and pierced it through his heart.

Warm blood sprayed his face, but he didn't care.

"Interesting? Why don't you answer me?"

He stabbed the opponent's heart hard once and for all, as if he wanted to smash that person to death, as if he wanted to vent his anger on someone.

A gentle breeze blew by, Rong Jingxuan suddenly stopped what he was doing, he looked up at the moon, and said to himself: "Oh, by the way, Aze is still waiting for me."

After he finished speaking, he stood up, walked up to the enemy whose arms had been broken by him, casually gave him a knife, and then dropped the scattered weapons and returned to the place where the horse stayed.

He had only just started riding this horse along the way, but he was very obedient.

It is fast, has good stamina, and is rare among pony horses.

He didn't tie it just now, and it waited obediently to graze where it was, and didn't take the opportunity to leave.

Rong Jingxuan staggered to its side, reached out and patted its neck: "Good boy, you are so obedient, give me another ride."

After he finished speaking, he wanted to get on his horse.

But the injury on his waist was too severe, and he couldn't get up after trying twice, so he had to smile wryly and lead it to a big rock, stand on it and reluctantly get on the horse.

The horse whined indistinctly.

Rong Jingxuan patted it, and rushed towards Xie Mingze firmly.

Two moments later, Rong Jingxuan still rushed to Xie Mingze's side. He only felt the strength in his body draining rapidly. He got off the horse and patted it: "Let's go, you are free, let's go."

As he spoke, he slowly walked to Xie Mingze's side.

Under the bright moonlight, he saw Xie Mingze still lying there with a peaceful face.

He leaned over and kissed his lips again: "I killed them all, Aze, I did it."

While speaking, Rong Jingxuan tried hard to memorize Xie Mingze.

To be honest, he doesn't have much strength anymore, the wound on his waist hurts badly, and he doesn't bother to care about it.

But surprisingly, he can still recite Xie Mingze.

Obviously at this time, he is much, much heavier than before.

The body that had lost too much blood exploded abnormally with huge energy, and he carried Xie Mingze on his back, as if he should be on his back.

Rong Jingxuan carried him on his back like this, and walked all the way forward.

This night the moonlight is beautiful, the moonlight is bright and clear, and there is always a breeze in the forest, bringing the fragrance of the grass and trees.

Rong Jingxuan walked slowly with his back in a daze. They walked through the stream, through the flowers, through the pear tree, and through the return journey from birth to death.

"The night is so nice, what do you think, Aze?"

Rong Jingxuan turned his head and asked, in his blurred vision, a solemn Taoist temple appeared in front of his eyes.

The Taoist temple is not big, and it seems that there is no incense, but it is clean and tidy.

"Shall we worship?" Rong Jingxuan finally stopped, and he began to climb the long steps in front of the Taoist temple step by step.

Every step he takes, he says a word.

Comb to the end.

Two combs of white hair and eyebrows.

Sanshu's children and grandchildren are all over the floor.

Four combs and four silver bamboo shoots are all marked.

It was a hair-combing song sung by brides-to-be in the family before girls from ordinary families got married.

Although the two of them don't have a woman, this word is completely in his mind.

Rong Jingxuan stumbled and fell down the steps suddenly.

Those few steps just now were gone in vain.

At this moment, he couldn't get up anymore, he turned around and hugged Xie Mingze, wrapping him in his arms.

"Fortunately this time...you are by my side."

Rong Jingxuan said so, let go of his hands, and closed his eyes completely.

In front of the Taoist temple in the mountain, under the light of the silver moon, the two of them cuddled up to each other, making a pair of fateful mandarin ducks.

The blood of Rong Jingxuan and Xie Mingze mixed together, soaking the front of Rong Jingxuan's chest.

The Jade Seal of Chuanguo hidden in his skirt suddenly flashed a light.

The moonlight is faint, and the wind is bright and the night is safe.