A tough fight ended.

Young Yuan Yi and young Yuan Dasheng were walking in the deserted alley.

Yuan Dasheng had several wounds on his body, and every step he took pulled at the wounds, causing him to grimace in pain.

Yuan Yi covered his pocket, which contained his only three and a half spirit stones.

He gritted his teeth and finally said, "Dasheng, you stay here first. I'll go to the pharmacy over there and see if I can at least buy you a plaster!"

As soon as Yuan Yi left, Yuan Dasheng staggered, leaned against the cold wall, and slowly sat down on the ground.

It was breathing heavily, and the movement of sitting down had pulled at its wound, causing its heartbeat to speed up due to the pain.

The alley was empty and dimly lit, as if it was the only thing left in the world.

Suddenly, a gong sounded.

Yuan Dasheng subconsciously looked up and saw that the sound came from the opposite wall.

Then the drums started beating for a while, and the host shouted, "Now, please invite Lord Li Leifeng to perform a puppet show for the old patriarch. The name of the show is "Qin Lie Goes to the Battlefield"!"

The next moment, the mechanical platform slowly rose, and the puppets of various shapes and shapes began their performance.

Yuan Dasheng looked up, and through the gaps in the woods, he saw the puppets talking to each other like real people, fighting each other and running away, it was quite a lively scene.

Li Leifeng's skill in controlling the gongs, drums, and bells was perfect. Yuan Dasheng gradually forgot the pain in his body and became fascinated by the scene.

The play progressed gradually and reached its climax.

The treacherous set up a trap and falsely accused Qin Lie of holding his troops in high esteem and harboring two hearts. The young master issued three imperial edicts in succession, insisting on letting General Qin Lie charge into the battle despite the fact that he was seriously injured.

Old General Qin Lie put three battle flags behind him, stood up with difficulty, raised his long spear, and rushed to the battlefield ahead with heavy steps like a mountain.

He sang: "I have been raised by the late lord since I was young. His kindness is as deep as a mountain in my heart. He taught me to be loyal and righteous to protect the country, and gave me wisdom and courage to establish a kingdom in the world."

"Thank you, my Lord, for being like a father and a brother to me, allowing me to grow up, teaching me loyalty and morality, and endowing me with wisdom and courage..."

The sound of the gong was steady and powerful, as if announcing the heaviness and tragedy of this battle.

He sang again: "When the young master was young, I supported him, and served him like a father and a brother. Although I was suspected, I had no complaints. I just hoped that the country would be strong forever."

"My young master, I support you to ascend the throne, just like protecting a young seedling and hoping that you will grow into a forest. Although I have been suspected, I have no complaints. I only hope that you can revive the country's fortunes..."

The jinghu produces a high and clear sound, which is sometimes sad and touching; sometimes melodious, expressing Qin Lie's expectations.

Veteran General Qin Lie rushed into the battlefield, looking down upon the enemy like a lion, killing many people and making the enemy army tremble in fear.

He sang again: "Although I am old, my will remains strong. I shed my blood on the battlefield to repay my country's kindness. The heroic spirit of the former lord is smiling in heaven. I have no regrets in going to the battlefield."

The drums sounded, deep and passionate, like a galloping warhorse, magnificent and imposing. Yuan Dasheng was so excited!

Qin Lie fought for a long time without retreating, his injuries worsened, his physical strength was exhausted, and he was finally trapped in the battlefield. No matter how hard he tried to charge into the formation to rescue, he could not break through the heavy enemy formation.

Qin Lie knew he was doomed, so he raised his head and sang: "I will always remember the kindness of the first lord, and I am concerned about the revival of the young lord. My blood was not shed in vain on the battlefield, and my soul will return to my homeland to comfort the first lord."

"Why should we fear the enemy? We have thousands of troops and horses, so we are not afraid of them!"

"I die not for fame, fortune or position, but for my sincere loyalty."

"Recalling the great kindness of our first lord, how could we retreat in the face of national crisis?"

"My young master, I hope you know that a loyal minister will never regret his life. After I die, I hope you will be loyal and brave enough to protect the country."

The rhythm of the gongs and drums changes many times, reflecting the intensity of the battle as well as the sadness and grandeur of parting.

at last.

Qin Lie and the enemy general almost died together.

At the last moment of his life, he faced the direction of the capital, half-knelt on the ground, and saluted: "My lord, I am gone!"

A loud drumbeat shook the entire stage.

Suddenly, the sound of suona sounded, loud and clear, full of tragic grandeur, as if penetrating time and space and striking Yuan Dasheng's heart.

The suona continued for a while, and then the flute joined in. The flute sounded clear and pleasant, sometimes gentle and low, and sometimes high and passionate.

Finally, the voice rose high, like a bluebird flying in the sky, flying all the way, and its tiny body gradually disappeared in the vast blue sky.

Yuan Dasheng looked up and remained silent for a long time.

This was the first time it watched this puppet show. It could already understand human language and was shocked both physically and mentally.

"Dasheng, Dasheng!" Yuan Yi ran back with a few plasters in his hand.

He smiled and said, "Lucky, the pharmacy was having a clearance sale this time, so I got a bargain and got a few more plasters."

"Come, I'll put it on for you."

Yuan Dasheng let Yuan Yi treat his wounds. He looked at Yuan Yi, then at the puppets on the stage. The light from the lanterns was like fire, shining on his face. The sounds of the crowd celebrating and clapping on the other side of the wall kept ringing in his ears.

"Let's go. Why are you still sitting there like an idiot?" Yuan Yi stood up and took a step forward.

Yuan Dasheng stretched out his hand and pointed to the platform opposite.

Yuan Yi looked back and said indifferently: "Oh, it's a puppet show."

Yuan Yi took another look and said, "It's Qin Lie's Battle Song, a very famous piece of music."

"It's a pity that he didn't follow the right person."

Yuan Yi walked in front and Yuan Dasheng followed behind him.

As it was about to walk out of the alley, it turned around and took one last look at the mechanical stage.

The stage was slowly falling, and the puppet playing the role of old General Qin Lie was still half-kneeling.

Yuan Dasheng looked at Yuan Yi's back and suddenly let out a few "ah" sounds.

Yuan Yi turned his head in confusion and glanced at Yuan Dasheng. He didn't understand what it was going to say, so he just waved his hand and said, "Let's go, go home, fill your stomach, and go to bed early!"

…

Depend on each other, fight beasts, Monkey Head Gang.

…

"Look, Dasheng, this is my child, he is my child!" Yuan Yi was ecstatic, "I have a child, I have descendants in this world."

"I named him Yuan Er. Da Sheng, my life is not as long as yours."

"If one day I am gone, let Yuan Er replace Yuan Yi and continue to accompany you."

…

Yuan Er was hungry and started crying.

Yuan Dasheng squeezed out the juice from a peach as big as a basin and poured it over him, soaking Yuan Er like a drowned chicken.

Yuan Er is sick.

Yuan Dasheng shuttled through the fairy city at night like the wind, rushed into the clinic, grabbed the pharmacist by the neck, and dragged him along, running and jumping. The pharmacist's screams broke the tranquility of the moonlit night.

Yuan Er started to learn how to climb.

He grabbed Yuan Dasheng's thick monkey hair and challenged the peak. Every time he fell, he would be caught accurately by Yuan Dasheng's palm.

Yuan Er can walk and jump.

"Uncle Monkey, they bullied me!" Yuan Er brought Yuan Dasheng to find trouble, scaring the other kids to pee and causing them to break down and cry.

…

Yuan Er started to be aggressive and was very curious about a question: "Uncle Monkey, who is stronger between you and my dad? Have you ever fought? I asked my dad, but he never answered me."

Yuan Er ran to Yuan Dasheng, his face full of admiration and excitement: "Uncle Monkey, you are so awesome and powerful. When can I be like you?"

…

"Dad, I heard that you want to find monsters and practice martial arts for Uncle Monkey? Don't do this!" Yuan Er rushed into the study and shouted.

Yuan Yi's face turned pale and he shouted angrily: "Shut up, who is talking nonsense in your ear again?"

"Dad, Uncle Monkey's strength is unstoppable. His monkeys and grandchildren are pets, but more accurately, they are the masters. Those monks are just slaves responsible for feeding them."

"The situation is already like this. If Uncle Monkey's strength were to increase dramatically, it would probably be even worse."

A few houses away, Yuan Dasheng, who possessed magical powers, heard all these words.

Its eyebrows drooped and it no longer lay down, but lay on the ground, looking down at the ground, making a whimpering sound.

…

The monkeys and their descendants were killed. Yuan Dasheng stretched out his finger and lightly touched Yuan Er's heart.

Yuan Er's assassination attempt failed, and Yuan Dasheng injured his own soul and guarded by his side.

When the Fire Persimmon Festival exploded, Yuan Dasheng held Yuan Er in his arms.

On the sickbed, before dying, Yuan Dasheng stretched out his finger again. In a trance, it seemed to hear the song "Qin Lie Goes to the Battlefield".

…

Yuan Er is dead.

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After the Monkey Head Gang fell into a brief period of chaos, an elder quickly took power and stabilized the situation.

Yuan Dasheng is dead too!

This is Ning Zhuo’s greatest feeling.

He recovered the Tree Fighting Ape Dasheng and repaired the entire mechanism, but he could not find any spirituality at all, as if it had never existed.

"Boss Sun's secret sign has not changed."

Ning Zhuo clenched his fists. Whenever he wanted to personally go and find out Sun Lingtong's actual situation, the Buddha Heart Demon Seal in his sea of ​​​​consciousness would constantly vibrate and emit brilliant Buddha light.

I, the Buddha, will save myself!

The precious seal warns!

He warned Ning Zhuo that if he got into trouble, he would fall into someone else's trap.

…

Qi Bai's face turned pale.

He looked at Sun Lingtong and found it hard to believe that anyone could withstand his soul punishment!

Coffin nails were nailed into Sun Lingtong's hands and legs, and his entire body was nailed to the pillar.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes rolled back, and his whole body trembled from time to time due to the torture of some kind of spell.

At this point in the execution, Qi Bai gained nothing.

In order to maintain the position of Judge Chacha, he served with more and more soul power, magic power, etc.

On normal days, he might have stopped torturing Sun Lingtong. After all, torturing Sun Lingtong to get the young man out was just to make it easier to recruit Han Ming.

This is a complete loss-making deal.

But in the tiger fighting arena, Qi Bai became competitive and his desire to win was particularly strong.

"Perhaps he will collapse in the next moment!" Qi Bai growled with such expectation, "Very good, I like a tough guy like you."

"Next, you will endure ten times the pain you had before!"

“Hehehe.”

"Death would be a happy thing for you. Unfortunately, you angered me."

Qi Bai cast a spell and hit Sun Lingtong right in the middle.

Sun Lingtong felt as if he was being crushed by a mountain. The pain was so severe that he had the illusion that his body and mind were being crushed by the mountain.

Boundless pain penetrated every inch of his skin, but he just couldn't faint.

He was like a small boat, falling into an endless whirlpool on the seabed amidst a violent storm.

The memories of the past are like a beam of light, faint and stubborn, insisting on shining in this boundless darkness.

It's all about being humble.

"Others can control the black market, why can't we?"

"Interesting, let us brothers work together to take control of the black market!"

"Xiao Zhuo, don't reveal your true identity. Use the Cang Tie Han Jia to disguise yourself. I'm already well known to others, so it doesn't matter."

Ning Zhuo smiled and changed his address: "From now on, I will just call you Boss Sun!"

"Boss, the goods are wrong."

"Boss Sun, I'm right behind you."

"Boss, charge!"

"Boss Sun, don't worry, I will always follow you."

The severe pain was like an ocean and an abyss, drowning Sun Lingtong.

He opened his eyes, and his once lively eyes were now filled with blood.

Sun Lingtong smiled miserably, knowing that the effect of the Empty Seal was limited and it would be difficult for him to persist.

He brazenly launched his last resort! Qi Bai was quick to notice something was wrong and was horrified: "What? You actually destroyed your own soul!"

Sun Lingtong triggered the Empty Seal and attacked her own soul to counter Qi Bai's soul search.

Qi Bai's eyes widened in shock and confusion: "Who is that young man to you? You would rather die than protect him?!"

"Are you a member of Bukong Sect? Are you a demon cultivator?!"

"Could it be that he is your fellow disciple? The holy son of your Bukong Sect?"

“Hehehe.” Sun Lingtong grinned and laughed with great difficulty. “He is not from the same sect. He is my brother.”

"Brother?" Qi Bai was even more confused. "Aren't brothers meant to be sold out? For a little information, you're willing to give up your life? What do you want?"

Sun Lingtong lowered his eyes. He was too weak. His voice was very low: "I, I just want to prove...he didn't follow the wrong person."

Qi Bai listened attentively, but what he heard were these words.

"It's unreasonable!" Qi Bai was extremely angry.

He had never been so angry in his life! He felt deeply violated.

He completely lost his patience.

At this moment, he forgot about subduing Han Ming and forgot about the little boy.

He put his fingers together like swords and stabbed Sun Lingtong's forehead fiercely.

This poke will definitely pierce Sun Lingtong's forehead, causing real death!

Boom!!! The explosion happened suddenly.

Qi Bai sneered, not caring at all, and insisted on killing Sun Lingtong.

But the next moment, a large array pattern appeared, protecting Sun Lingtong firmly and blocking the fatal blow.

A violent explosion came, accompanied by surging hot flames.

The explosion blew Qi Bai away and then drowned him.

On the other hand, Sun Lingtong was moved out of the house under the protection of the formation.

The next moment, he landed next to an old man.

The old man was very old, with a weathered face, dark purple eye bags and wrinkles so deep that they could trap mosquitoes.

His hair was black and messy, spreading from the top of his head to his shoulders and hanging down to his feet, like a wide black cloak.

He was leaning on a crutch, his back was severely hunched, and his whole body was bent like a lobster.

He calls himself a young man.

He is Sun Lingtong's...brother! (End of this chapter)