When I walked into the blocked Yellow River and looked at the densely packed corpses floating in the riverbed and the traces of the battlefield that had caused the river to change its course, I couldn't even shed tears.
It's not that I wasn't sad enough, but that the sadness exceeded a certain limit. At that moment, I was petrified and it was difficult for me to describe my feelings.
I couldn't even be overly sad in that place, because from time to time there would be figures at the level of Martial Saints looking down from above the entire battlefield, sweeping their divine thoughts across the land, trying to find any trace of me and tear me into pieces.
I could only pretend to be a corpse and stare at this ancient battlefield quietly, leaving this tragic scene imprinted in my heart.
Blood debts must be repaid with blood, and there is no room for any mercy.
A few days later, Zen Master Kurong from Donglin Temple and an old Taoist from Xuankong Mountain found me.
They were both extremely happy to know that I was still alive.
After understanding part of the situation, Zen Master Kurong took his leave first, because the situation in Donglin Temple was very bad.
After I fully demonstrated my abilities and situation, the relationship between Donglin Temple and me became quite close, or rather, it had always been close, and was exposed to the world.
Therefore, in this round of war, the strongest monks from Donglin Temple and Shaolin Temple who followed Yu Zhifu were all killed on the battlefield.
The strongest people also receive the heaviest fire.
However, both of them brought me the latest news. It is said that Daxia is going to divide the Yangtze River with the Northern Barbarians and rule them separately.
The two sides formally negotiated peace.
This was not only due to the joint efforts of the eldest prince and the third prince, but even the Emperor Jingjia, who had been in seclusion practicing Taoism and was rumored to be trying to reach a higher level, also came out.
They co-chaired the meeting.
As for the great defeat at the border, the responsibility certainly lies with me.
After a series of battles, I underestimated the enemy and advanced rashly, leading a large force of the Daxia army deep into the enemy's trap, where I was surrounded and killed on the spot.
Of course, this was just talk behind the scenes. In public, I was still posthumously honored.
This is the biggest joke in the world.
I can neither laugh nor cry.
Because now, not only are people from the North looking for me, but countless people from Daxia are also secretly looking for me, and people from the royal family want to kill me.
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