Chapter 93 Is That A Bolide?No, that is light! It’s still dark in the vast wilderness!
The rear team transporting grain and grass, with only a dozen or so grain trucks left in the rear team, rushed to the place where the front team went to the village.
The college students who had experienced a fight were obviously much more silent. The death of two classmates made these college students who were not used to death look very disappointed.
Wang Ying, who saw two college classmates dying in front of him, had a confused look in his eyes at this moment.
He didn't understand why the two classmates would die, and he didn't understand why the cavalry from the temple would be late.
Xie Chengyun looked at his classmate who was lying on the grain truck, unable to wake up, but his eyes were fixed on Ning Que, the master's personal disciple and the thirteenth teacher in the academy.
So what should it be, how to be selfish and treat others as nothing?
How such a person could become Master's personal disciple is simply incomprehensible.
In the distance, soldiers of the Yan Kingdom were burning Paoze's corpse. The students in the academy also carried the corpse of their classmate with red eyes and placed it on the pile of dead wood.
Captain Yan looked at the blazing fire with a solemn expression. Many people in Paoze died, but how many people could get the money for compensation?
As a small lieutenant, there are only five hundred cavalrymen in command, and he speaks lightly. The pensions reported are allotted from the household department of Yan State, then to the military department, and then to the army. [-]% of them are considered big men. , Conscience found out.
Chen Xuan stood in front of this row of fires and said calmly: "The Supreme Lord has decreed that I will transcend your lonely soul and all ghosts. I will be blessed by you in all my lives. Those with heads will transcend, those without heads will ascend, spears will kill with swords, and those who dive into the water will be suspended." Rope. Please save everyone, hurry up and be reborn. May save everyone, hurry up and save lives!"
The voice whispered, there is no underworld here. After death, the soul of heaven returns to heaven, the soul of earth returns to earth, the human soul dissipates into the invisible, and the seven souls disappear immediately.
Death is an end, and it is also a new beginning, so the ghosts will end! The boys and girls in Mochiyuan were also touched by the sad atmosphere, and they drove together to the golden tent in the morning, but they died at the hands of the horse bandits.
"Look, there are bolides!"
Tmall Girl pointed to the falling bolide in the southern night, as if she felt comforted in her heart.
The crowd also turned their gazes to the fireball falling silently under the night sky.
In the stories of many places, the bolide will bring the dead to far, far places.
All the students in the academy, the soldiers of Yan State, the exhausted porters, and the young girls in Mochiyuan all looked at the fireball that was about to disappear in the night.
The fire meteor, which seemed to be able to kill Paoze, classmates, and villagers in battle, gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.
Relief after grief appeared on Mo Shanshan's peaceful face. She saw the very famous thirteenth gentleman of the academy. The thirteenth gentleman's handwriting was indeed very good.
Even her teacher, Wang Shusheng, also praised him highly, but she met Chen Xuan of Taiping Dao first. The calligraphy of Mr. Thirteen of the Academy was very good, but the eyes of the students in the academy when they looked at Mr. Thirteen of the Academy were full of doubts. .
Mo Shanshan looked at Chen Xuan who was looking up at the night sky, and said, "Can that fire meteor really bring the dead back to their homeland?"
Chen Xuan shook his head slightly and said: "Perhaps! At this time, people, regarding the beautiful expectations after death, hope that the fire meteor can bring the dead back to their homeland."
That fire meteor pierced the night, just like when he was in Chang'an City, flying swords around Chang'an.
Is that a bolide? No, that is light. It is the light that belongs to a certain stubborn and bright old man who wants to go to Chang'an.
The Great Priest Wei Guangming who single-handedly created the massacre of General Tang Xuanwei's mansion and the annihilation of his family.
Mo Mo Shanshan crossed his arms and said doubtfully: "But I seem to have seen it, a very bright breath lingering on the fireball."
It was more like a talisman, a talisman from the light.
It's just that the fleeting fireball doesn't feel very real to her, like a dream bubble.
Chen Xuan turned sideways, looked at Mo Shanshan, and said, "Master Mo Shan, that is the light!"
"That's the light that emanates from the temple of light on the peach. They are devout believers, but they are walking in frustration."
Seeing the temple as full of absurdities and looking for various reasons is a waste of time.
Mo Shanshan looked slightly stunned and praised: "Mr. Chen's cultivation level is indeed very high!"
The Taoist wields his sword and kills the bandits on horseback. This shows his cultivation level and he knows that his cultivation level is very high.
It is also understood that the fire meteor in the night is actually the light emitted by the Temple of Light, so how high should Chen Xuan's cultivation be?
Chen Xuan looked calmly at several piles of bonfires in the distance, and heard the howling of wolves in his ears, and calmly said: "Not yet, the second-floor building is so high, I can't tell in the future!"
Cultivate a yang god with the same life and life, and you are already a real person. Although you have never survived the three disasters and only encountered nine difficulties, you can still say a word about true cultivation.
Put it in the land where you were born, if you fly a sword for thousands of miles, no one can stop it, and you will be confused in the morning, Guanghan and evening.
Even though the nobles are coveting the meaning of longevity, no one dares to belittle each other! Thousands of years of true cultivation, it should be like this! The doubt between Mo Shan's eyebrows deepened. If it's not as tall as a second-story building, how tall should it be? In the distance, the students in the academy began to distance themselves from Ning Que.
Yangguan Zhong Dajun thought he was incompetent and could be as cold-blooded as Ning Que.
Ning Que, who was used to seeing life and death, looked at him with disapproval. In the distance, he was talking happily with Mo Shanshan, a fellow villager.
The bookworm Mo Shanshan from Mochiyuan in Dahe Kingdom is indeed very beautiful, much whiter than Sangsang.
Situ Yilan with a tired face sat on the wooden bench, looked at Ning Que and said, "Ning Que, everyone almost died today."
At that time, I didn't feel how dangerous it was, but when I heard the story from the great Nian Master at Tianshu Office afterwards, I felt cold sweat on my back.
A psychic master of the Dongxuan realm, and a talisman master of the Dongxuan realm, came to intercept and kill them.
She thanked Ning Que for saving them from fire and water at a critical moment, but Situ Yilan was still very uncomfortable with Ning Que's cruelty.
Maybe Ning Que just used the magic talisman of Master Yanse just for himself.
Ning Que smiled lightly and said, "Aren't we living well now?"
"I heard that today, Chen Xuan left alone with his sword and killed hundreds of bandits."
It was hard for him and Sangsang to survive in the vast Minshan Mountains. He had long been used to death.
How could he die in this wasteland? Xiahou was still drinking and eating meat in Tuyang City. He had to live.
Situ Yilan asked, "Ning Que, you could have used that talisman earlier."
Ning Que said, "But I didn't use it earlier, but the result seems to be the same."
(End of this chapter)