The young man in green is named Ala Yanzong, and he is an orphan. He was adopted by his master Ala Yanzong since he was a child. As Ala Yanzong grew up, his master taught him literature, martial arts, and medical skills.

His skills were all taught by his master, especially martial arts, because he has a very high level of understanding. In the words of his master, the master is better than the master.

The master never married, and the two of them depended on each other for life. Although they were not father and son, they had the same love as father and son. Even his name was given by the master.

Nowadays, the army is pressing down on the country, soldiers are approaching the city, and all life is in ruins. The life or death of the master is uncertain, how can he feel at ease?

Ala Yanzong was hiding in the grass on the mountain. He couldn't see clearly whether his master was among the many corpses, and he didn't know whether his master was still at home in the city. He was so anxious that he didn't know what to do.

I also mourn the loss of so many neighbors and people.

He had to wait and see what happened before making a decision.

A deserted slope at the foot of the mountain.

A large square pit has been dug.

Mo Orwu ordered the soldiers to carry the corpses into the pit and arrange them in order.

The soldiers on the mountain came back with the firewood, covered the corpse with the firewood, and then set it on fire.

All the soldiers took off their cloth clothes and threw themselves into the fire. They all ran naked to a small river not far away, jumped into the river one after another, and washed themselves.

The water of the river meanders away and flows into the sea four or five miles away.

After all the soldiers washed up and came ashore, another group of soldiers had already brought them new clothes, put them on again, and lined up neatly.

The sea breeze blew by, flames rose in the corpse pit, thick smoke drifted away with the wind, and a scorching smell filled the air.

As everyone knows, the same scene is happening on the north, south, and west sides of the city-state at this time!

The mountains and rivers change color, the earth moans, the sea roars, and the sea wind howls!

Mo Wo Wuwu stood on the barren slope, hunting in his shirt, but his men and horses did not move.

All the soldiers stood solemnly.

Old General Moormore and other generals turned their horses and watched from a distance.

On the mountain, Alayanzong was lying in the grass. He saw soldiers holding firewood and burning corpses. He suspected that his master was among them. The smell of burnt corpses kept coming, which made his heart wrenching and grief-stricken, and he couldn't help but burst into tears.

But he didn't dare to cry loudly, so he grabbed the ground with his head and clenched his fist to hammer the stone. The stone beside him was already torn into pieces!

a long time.

The fireworks under the pit gradually faded and the smoke disappeared. The charcoal fire was bright or dark, occasionally ignited again, but finally extinguished.

White bones were exposed in the pit.

Mo Wenwu waved his hand, and all the soldiers, armed with pickaxes and shovels, started digging and burying the soil.

Soon, a huge new tomb was built from the ground.

After the incident was over, Mo Wo Wuwu commanded the soldiers to send the chariots, chariots, shovels and picks back to the city and return everything to its original place.

The soldiers in the city returned, but a few of them closed the city gates, raised the drawbridge, and then swam across the river to join the army.

At this time, Old General Moormore gave an order, and some soldiers set up camp, while others buried pots and cooked rice. In an instant, there was a busy crowd outside the city gate.

However, the soldiers who entered the city and returned were separated from the tents and cooking stoves of the army by thirty or fifty meters, and there was no communication between them.

Ala Yanzong on the mountain was no longer so sad and felt a little calmer. The smell of rice wafted from the distance, which made him feel hungry. He reached into his bag and took out a few dried dates to chew.

After thinking about it for a long time, I still had the extravagant hope that Master was still at home, so I decided to go back to the city to have a look.

The soldiers were on alert and could not do anything during the day, so they had to wait until night.

The decision was made, so I found a hiding place, hid the bamboo basket, covered it with weeds, and covered it with stone slabs to prevent the hare from being snatched away by other animals, and then turned back to the mountains.

After all the soldiers had finished their meal, General Moor Mor sent an order to summon the commanders of the north, south and west to the tent. After some discussion, his second son, Moor Wuliang, was left behind with a thousand soldiers, while the rest of the troops returned to the court.

The old general told Wu Liang to station outside the city for half a month, and no one was allowed to enter the city. Soldiers were also not allowed to enter the city to destroy it. Anyone who disobeyed the order would be killed.

Half a month later, the soldiers were stationed in the city, and they could also let people into the city. Several military doctors were left with the team, and those who were found to be sick were isolated and treated. The army maintained city discipline and reported the situation to the court on a regular basis.

Mo O boundlessly accepted his promise and rode away on horseback, mobilized his troops and re-arranged his defenses.

The rest of the troops set up camp and followed the old general back north.

Ala Yanzong brought a moso bamboo from the mountain, which was more than ten meters long, with all its branches and leaves removed.

When he came down from the mountain, he saw that most of the army had left. There were only a dozen tents outside the east city gate, and a small group of soldiers stood guard.

He put down the moso bamboo and saw that it was still early, so he returned to the mountains to look for dried fruits and food. He only waited until dark before taking action.

It was a night with a dark moon and a high wind. A few torches outside the east city gate flickered on and off, and several soldiers stood in awe, holding swords as if they were in the daytime.

The sea breeze brought a faint smell of fishy smell, and the night breeze was cold, blowing through the lonely and empty city.

Occasionally, a few rays of light came out of the tent, accompanied by the sound of people shouting and drinking.

In the northeast corner of the city, a vigorous figure came quickly. The cat of Alayanzong walked with a low waist, holding a bamboo in his hand, and lurked to the moat.

Pass the moso bamboo along and build it to both sides of the moat. The other end of the moso bamboo falls to the ground and makes a crisp sound.

Although it was a headwind, it still aroused the vigilance of the soldiers guarding the city, and loud shouts were heard:

"Who's here?"

Several soldiers looked at each other with guns in hand, but what could they see in the vast darkness?

Alayanzong quickly fell to the ground and did not dare to move rashly.

At this time, not far from the tent, someone stood up from the grass.

"I, Chu Gong!"

The soldiers guarding the city gathered their weapons and stood up again.

Ala Yanzong waited for a moment, and when he saw that there was no movement from the soldiers, he quietly sneaked down along the river bank, hooked his hands and feet on the bamboo, alternated his limbs, and quickly moved to the other side of the moat.

When they reached the shore, Alayanzong turned over and jumped into the air, landing gently at the base of the city wall.

He pulled the bamboo back and placed it in the grass at the base of the city wall.

Alayanzong no longer hesitated, came to the corner of the city wall, stood facing the wall, hugged the corner with both hands, used his hands and feet together, and quickly climbed up to the top of the city using the skill of a gecko swimming on the wall.

When several soldiers holding torches patrolled to the corner of the city wall, Alayanzong had already turned over and entered the city.

It was dark inside the city, without a trace of light. The city was very quiet, except for the whimpering of the sea breeze, it was dead silent.

Relying on his familiarity with the city streets, Alayanzong found his home in the dark.

The courtyard door was open, but he remembered that he had closed it and hung up the lock before going up the mountain.

An ominous feeling immediately came to my mind. I shouted "Master" and rushed into the courtyard and into the room.

no respond.

He struck the fire sickle and lit the oil lamp.

Master's bed was empty, but it was not in a mess. There was only a blood stain on the ground.

Ala Yanzong immediately fell to his knees and cried bitterly. He knew that the master was gone.

Master is in that huge tomb.

He and his master would never see each other again, and they were separated from each other.

He and his master have a deep love. Master is not only his savior, but also his adoptive father.

It can be said that without the master, he would have died long ago. He died when he was in his infancy.

Master knew something about his life experience, but it was unclear. He still didn't know where he came from.
Chapter completed!