The Fantasy World of Chivalrous Disciples

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No one knew how He Batao, who was seriously ill, came back to his senses overnight. People only saw him putting on his armor again, riding a horse and following Saint Murong Yan to the Holy Land to participate in a sacrificial ceremony that had not been held for twenty years.

The old people call it the "spiritual ceremony".

During the ceremony, the Saint of Xianbei, as a representative of the Xianbei nation, will come into contact with the sacred tree and listen to the voice from God. Then the Saint will lead everyone to sing hymns together. It is said that everyone can get a different experience in the hymns.

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Some people saw souls from the past, some fell into deep thought for no reason, and some expressed remorse and guilt on the spot.

Hundreds of people, thousands of people, people from all over the country and all ethnic groups gathered in the holy place to follow the saint and sing the wordless song of the universe.

The female voice sings loudly and the male voice sings softly.

Zhong Ziqi never felt that he believed in anything. He was homeless and had no branches to rely on. He was a real wandering painter. But even as a complete outsider, he had to be shocked by this song.

He saw his own insignificance and the greatness of life - the nomads who are famous for their bravery and bloodthirsty can actually compose beautiful and harmonious music. In his heart, he felt that Murong Yan was a musician, but he quickly rejected this idea.

Because this song is not intentional, it seems to be natural. It has always been there, and then was heard and sung by the saint, so it is so moving.

The brush then naturally began to move across the parchment.

After the ceremony, the emotions of the believers were still very strong, and next came the confession session. The implication was that everyone who participated in the sacrifice had an opportunity to talk face to face with the saint.

Everyone whispered to each other in front of the altar, sharing their gains and thoughts with each other, but the person He Batao wanted to confess to was not the saint, but his own daughter.

"The Holy Lady is right." He Batao suddenly turned to He Ba Yu'er, knelt down on one knee, presented his battle helmet, and said: "The Xianbei people come from the grassland, and everything of the Xianbei people comes from the grassland, but I am actually delusional.

I failed in bringing everything from the grassland to the Central Plains. Yu'er, you are right."

He Ba Yu'er helped He Batao up and replied: "Father, your health is urgent."

"No, I want to tell you everything." He Batao continued: "Twenty years ago, during the Seven Towns Rebellion, the Saint of Xianbei disappeared due to the war. From then on, the Holy Land began to decline. The He Batao family was originally the guardian of the religious order. At that time

In the pursuit of fame and fame, I transferred soldiers from the religious order without permission to join the battle on the front lines, which led to the tragedy."

"The religious order?" He Ba Yu'er asked: "Father, what you mean is that we were originally soldiers responsible for protecting the Holy Lady?"

He Batao nodded and said: "Fortunately, there is still a trace of the saint's bloodline. Now, she is back." He placed the helmet in front of He Batao again and continued: "Neither your brother nor I are qualified.

Inherit this glorious responsibility, rebuild the Order, and let the Saint come again to create heaven and earth!"

He Ba Yu'er picked up the battle helmet, with a red feather on it that symbolized the coach, and felt unprecedentedly satisfied in her heart.

Sometimes, this place is like a pure land that can connect to the other side. People standing here can understand this life and see the next life. Yu Wenxuan is an outlier among them, he can't see anything.

The hymn still lingered in his heart, but he walked alone on the path in the forest and hesitated.

He hopes to wait until a time when no one else can see him.

At night, the moment finally arrived.

"Holy Lady, please forgive me for what I did in the past." Yu Wenxuan found Murong Yan alone. At this time, our Holy Lady was sitting on the vine swing, gently swinging her body, enjoying a comfortable rest.

"What did you do?" Murong Yan said.

Yu Wenxuan bowed and said: "I mean, everything. Maybe I should have guessed that the Holy Lady would be a simple person who could be imprisoned in the most harsh place of Taiping Dao?"

"Do you know everything?" Murong Yan asked.

Yu Wenxuan immediately knelt down on the ground: "Please forgive me, Lord Saint. Yu Wenxuan once entrusted others to investigate what happened to Lady Saint when she was in Jinyang. Before, I only knew that there was a rift between Lady Saint and Taiping Dao, and knew nothing about the rest.

, I didn’t dare to confirm until just now that Murong Yan is the saint of the Xianbei tribe.”

"Then you came here alone to confess?" Murong Yan asked.

Yu Wenxuan lowered his head and replied: "You can understand it this way, but I hope to get practical help."

-I'm cursed.

His slightly frightened tone made Murong Yan suddenly increase her vigilance and jump off the swing.

"What curse?"

Yu Wenxuan said: "The person who cast the spell was my mother. She made me spend the first half of my painful life."

"Oh? I'd like to hear the details."

Yu Wenxuan said: "My mother wanted me to become a king and protect everyone, but she didn't tell me that the road to becoming a king would be so lonely. I lost everything, even myself. I am really an incompetent person."

Murong Yan knelt down in front of the other party, patted Yu Wenxuan's shoulder comfortingly, and remained silent for a long time.

"Lord Saint?"

"Why don't you want to look at me? Is it because of the scars on my body? Because scars are ugly things, unsightly things."

"No, I don't dare..." He wanted to say that he didn't dare to think so, but he didn't say it.

Yuwenxuan closed his eyes.

"Did your mother also show her ugly side when she was dying?"

After hearing this, Yu Wenxuan broke out in a cold sweat: "Mrs. Saint, why..."

——You want to be the king! Execute those hateful people one by one. They are the ones who put us, mother and son, in this situation.

"How did you know?" Yu Wenxuan's thoughts were taken away by something unknown, and these words came out of his mouth: "That woman is simply unreasonable! Uh?!"

As if he suddenly realized that he had said something wrong, Yu Wenxuan raised his hand to cover his mouth.

Murong Yan continued: "Master Yuwen once wanted to gain enlightenment through sitting meditation and find himself, but he failed."

"Yes." Yu Wenxuan said: "When I was a child, I had a memory that seemed to have been taken away by someone. It was completely gone. I only remembered that I wanted to become a king, and then I have been living in a muddle until now."

Murong Yan shook her head, asked Yu Wenxuan to open his eyes and look at herself, and said: "The past is not important at all, not to mention you are not alone now, don't you have Zhu Dian? And me, I am also your friend, of course.

Everyone! It’s not too late to find the reason for becoming a king in the future.”

Memories are still pouring in.

——You must always remember that you are the king’s child, and you will also become the king in the future!

——Why, why should I give birth to you...

——Did I do something wrong? Did I do something wrong?

"Scars?" Yu Wenxuan murmured to himself: "I remembered it, I remembered it all. Poor mother, how pure and beautiful she used to be, but she offended the imperial concubine in order to fight for the throne, and then she vented her resentment on her

When I was little, my body was often covered in bruises."

After speaking, he finally had the courage to open his eyes and look at Murong Yan: "I hated her, so I buried myself before I could understand. But now, as the saint said, everything has passed. I found that

I still deeply love that pure and beautiful mother."

Murong Yan shed tears and showed an approving smile.

"Pah, pah, pah." Someone applauded nearby. He followed the sound and saw Bai Feng suddenly appearing in front of him. He said, "Master Yuwen, you are really a devout believer."

"You...why are you here!"

Bai Feng said: "The Holy Lady asked me to protect her, how could I not be here?"

"Did you hear everything?"

Bai Feng smiled helplessly and said, "It's hard not to hear it."

"Hehehe." Yu Wenxuan looked empty, his neck shaking uneasily from side to side: "It doesn't matter, what, are you looking down on me even more now?"

Bai Feng said: "How could it be? Mr. Yuwen, you are doing something that many people cannot do - loving someone you hate. I think you are very talented, and it is the talent to become a king."

"Tsk." Yu Wenxuan felt a lingering sense of disgust, said goodbye to Murong Yan, and left immediately.

Murong Yan sat back on the swing and joked with Bai Feng: "Brother Feng came out at the wrong time!"

"I think the timing is just right." Bai Feng said: "Yu Wenxuan is a dangerous person, especially good at hiding his true purpose. We should get rid of him as soon as possible."

"No, he is a good person and he will become a very good king." Murong Yan denied it quickly.

Bai Feng said: "There is no good king now. If he really wants to be a good king, it means he will not live long."

"What a bad premonition." Murong Yan was filled with anger and had nowhere to put it.

Bai Feng sat next to her and said softly: "I will accompany you."

At the same time, He Batao passed away peacefully accompanied by his children. Before his death, he once again recalled the moment when he met the saint Murong Yan. He seemed to have returned to his youth when he first saw the saint on parade. These lifelong events

The woman who serves the sacred tree is still so young.