Chapter 684: The Dice That Reverses Fate (Seeking Monthly Tickets at the End of the Month)
Zhao Du'an raised his hand to capture the God of Spring, causing spring to return to the capital. He then turned into a white rainbow and headed straight west.
Xiping Road, Luoxia Slope.
The morning sun shines evenly on the hillside, which is high in the east and low in the west. Wisps of smoke rise from a dilapidated town on the hillside that has long been burned and destroyed by war.
At the highest point of the town, Gongshu Tianyuan sat with his legs apart on a thick cannon barrel, wiping the blood off the barrel with a rag with lifeless eyes.
After not seeing him for a year, the once genius sorcerer had lost a lot of weight, and his dirty priest robes were covered with marks of burns from flames.
The bamboo tube that had always been with him on his back had long been lost in the war, and the "Tianyuan Cannon" under his crotch, which had once created the record of killing Prince Jing, had also long been scarred.
Move your eyes back.
Behind Gongshu Tianyuan, in the small town with broken walls and ruins everywhere, there were defeated wounded soldiers scattered around.
Those who were still able to move among the defeated soldiers were cooking, while others who were seriously injured were lying in temporary tents. Priests from the Tianshi Temple could be seen moving among them, providing treatment.
The vast Luoxia Slope was filled with an atmosphere of despair and decadence, and both the priests and soldiers had numb expressions on their faces.
A few days ago, the Queen of Yu launched a major counterattack. The remaining court troops gave up their all-out defensive posture and instead gathered together the masters scattered across the various armies.
The court masters followed the empress like sharp knives, tearing through the troops of the Western Regions and heading straight for Yumen Pass.
The priests of the Tianshi Mansion and the elite troops such as the Shenjiying also launched a large-scale attack to tie down the enemy.
Unfortunately, this major counterattack failed.
Not only was the empress trapped in the enemy's camp, but the imperial army was also scattered, with countless defeated soldiers fleeing in all directions. The Tianshifu team where Gongshu Tianyuan was located was separated from generals such as Shi Meng.
A group of priests led a group of soldiers, fighting and retreating, with countless casualties along the way, and they temporarily rested here.
"Fifth Junior Brother, it's time to eat."
When Gongshu Tianyuan was distracted, a woman's tired voice came from behind him.
The woman was wearing a stained priest robe, with several golden hairpins inserted diagonally in her hair. When she walked, the sound of bells could be heard from her ankles.
It turned out to be Li Wushangdao who had rushed from Donghai to Xiping to participate in the war.
Gongshu Tianyuan turned his head numbly, nodded at her, turned over and jumped down, and the two of them walked towards the town. All they saw along the way were people who had completely lost the will to fight.
There is no doubt that the morale of the army has completely collapsed after losing the banner of the empress.
If it weren't for the priests of the Tianshi Mansion supporting them, the team would have collapsed long ago.
In the bleak light of day, the two men walked behind a damaged, collapsed city wall that was only about one person high.
This is a place sheltered from the wind, and a tent is set up next to the wall.
Outside the tent, a petite figure wearing a pair of glasses with half the lens broken was sitting silently by the fire.
Jin Jian's face was dirty, and her staff was thrown aside. She was holding a large iron spoon, stirring in a broken iron pot on the fire, and pouring the cooked rice porridge in the pot into several ceramic bowls.
Gongshu Tianyuan came over and said in a hoarse voice, "Where's the Second Senior Sister?"
Jin Jian didn't say anything, as if he didn't hear anything.
Li Wushang pointed in the direction deeper into the town.
Gongshu Tianyuan looked over and saw a ray of sunlight in the east, which was a bit dazzling. In the shadow of the sunlight, a thin priestess walked over.
She was wearing a light blue Taoist robe, her hair was fixed with a wooden hairpin, and a hemp rope was hung around her upper body, with an urn tied to her waist at the end of the rope.
The most eye-catching thing is the empty sleeves of this goddess.
It turned out that both arms were cut off by someone unknown.
"Second Senior Sister." The two of them saluted respectfully.
Yuxiu's face showed no expression, she just nodded slightly: "Let's eat."
"yes."
The two responded again.
In her behavior, Yuxiu seemed to be the only leader of the remaining team from the Tianshi Mansion.
The four of them sat around the fire. Jin Jian handed two people a large bowl each, then picked up the third one, went to Yuxiu's side, knelt down, sat her little butt on her calves, and fed her with a spoon.
"Is the fourth brother still not awake?" Li Wushang looked towards the tent and asked.
Han Zhao was seriously injured and unconscious in the previous fight.
Yuxiu said calmly, "If he wakes up, he will come out."
Gongshu Tianyuan held the bowl of steaming hot porridge, looked at the rich rice in the bowl, and the piles of dry food and dried meat, and forced a smile:
"Why is today's meal so sumptuous? Military rations have been scarce for a long time, this is such a waste."
Yuxiu drank a mouthful of the porridge that Jin Jian fed to her mouth and said without emotion:
"The Buddhist monks led by Master Dajing should be catching up again. I've taken a look around and found that we have lost our will to fight and cannot withstand the next attack."
Gongshu Tianyuan was stunned.
A sad smile also appeared on Li Wushangdao's attractive and beautiful face:
"So, this is the last meal?"
Yuxiu was silent for a moment, and then she closed her eyes as if unable to bear it. She murmured:
"Unless we abandon the others and escape alone, we will die here."
After a pause, she said:
"Actually, there's a piece of news I haven't told you. Not long ago, news came from the capital saying that the big banyan tree deep inside the Tianshi Mansion has completely withered.
I'm actually not surprised. I've had this premonition since Master and Zhao Duan disappeared a year ago.
Therefore, we tried our best to suppress the news of Master's disappearance at first, until the priests kept dying and finally we could no longer conceal it. Fortunately, we still had our eldest brother to support us at that time."
She paused here, opened her eyelids with some sadness, and her mournful gaze fell on the urn at her waist. She said softly:
"Later, the eldest brother also met with the murder of Xuan Yin. By then, the Tianshi Mansion was already dead. The remaining priests only had a last bit of hope, but now..."
Gongshu Tianyuan, Li Wushangdao and Jin Jian lowered their heads and said nothing, just staring at the bowls of porridge in their hands, motionless.
As if waiting for a verdict.
Yuxiu whispered:
"We've been running and running all this way, and I'm a little tired of running. You guys go, take the last of the incense from the Tianshi Mansion and go anywhere you want, like the Thousand Islands of the East China Sea."
Jin Jian bit her lip, tears glistening behind the lenses of her glasses:
"Senior Sister... let's go together."
She put down the bowl of porridge, picked up her staff, and took a deep breath:
"I can take you away, let's go together."
A smile appeared on Yuxiu's lips:
"You can't take so many people with you. Some people have to stay."
"Senior Sister..." Li Wushang's tears actually dripped down and fell into the bowl of hot porridge. At this moment, she didn't look like the charming and lively "East China Sea Female Devil" at all.
Gongshu Tianyuan raised his neck fiercely, swallowed the porridge in the bowl, wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and his eyes were filled with madness and determination:
"I'll stay too!"
He laughed and said:
"When I first built the Tianyuan Cannon, I also created a self-destructing magic circle. It was just a spur-of-the-moment idea, but today I can use it to give that bald donkey Dajing a little surprise."
Then he added sadly, "It's a pity that Brother Zhao can't see it."
Zhao Duan...
Thinking of this name, the four people around the fire fell silent.
In the past year, they have been looking forward to the return of their master more than once, and the entire Yu Kingdom has been looking forward to the return of the man who has performed miracles countless times.
But only those who knew the situation could vaguely guess:
I'm afraid that Master and Zhao Duan and his group have died in the restricted area in the north where no one can set foot.
At this moment, suddenly, a priest came running over from a distance, shouting in panic:
"Oh no! The Buddhist sect... the people from the Western Region Buddhist sect are chasing us again!"
In an instant, the entire camp fell into panic. Some people grabbed their swords but could not move their legs. Some people wanted to escape but subconsciously looked at Yuxiu and the others. Some wounded people simply closed their eyes, as if they had accepted the arrival of death.
When Yuxiu heard this, a buzzing sound came from under her robe almost subconsciously.
A total of thirteen scarred flying swords flew out vibrating under the control of magic power, circling around her.
The four priests stood up hurriedly and walked to the gap in the city wall.
Looking west from here, along Luoxia Slope, you can see a group of cavalrymen rushing in like a tide in the distant forest.
On those war horses were warrior monks from the Western Regions, and the one leading them was floating in the air, wrapped in a fiery red cassock, revealing half of his muscular arm.
Great Master!
The great master who once assassinated Zhao Duan and then defected to the Western Regions!
"Here I come." Yuxiu said in a vicissitudes of life tone, and laughed at herself:
"It seems that they are unwilling to even give us time for our last meal."
Then, she stopped looking at the enemies that were constantly approaching here, and did not call on the defeated soldiers in the town. She just looked at the golden tablet, then at Li Wushang, and said in a hurried tone:
"As Acting Heavenly Master, I hereby decree that you all leave immediately and preserve the legacy of the Heavenly Master's Mansion for its continuation. No delay is allowed!"
Several people were moved!
But he didn't retreat a single step!
At this moment, suddenly, Han Zhao came out of the tent next to him with his weak body wrapped in bandages.
This carefree, unassuming "gambler" had a face as pale as paper, and his breath was weak. Even in his desperate situation, he managed to force a final smile on his face:
"Second Senior Sister, we haven't reached the final desperate situation yet."
Immediately, Han Zhao met the gazes of his fellow apprentices and tremblingly took out a sixteen-sided die from his inner pocket. He muttered:
"For the past year, you haven't let me use it, fearing that I'll have bad luck and bring bad luck, but I've always been unwilling to accept it.
I, Han Zhao, am the gambling saint of Dayu. Although I fail occasionally, just as there are no permanent winners in a casino, there should be no permanent losers either. Who says my luck is always so bad?
Now, since we are in a desperate situation and my Tianshi Mansion's lineage is about to be cut off, no matter how much you try to stop me, I have made this bet!"
After saying this, this rare warlock in this world, who specialized in "fate", used his last bit of strength to throw the dice of fate in his hand fiercely into the sky!
Yuxiu, Li Wushangdao, Gongshu Tianyuan, Jinjian... the four of them couldn't help but look at the dice that was flying in the sky.
After the dice rose to the highest point, it paused briefly, then flipped over and fell to the ground!
With a "puff" sound, the ancient dice was deeply embedded in the soil.
On the upward side, there was a scarlet seal character:
"lucky!"
The God of Destiny comes quietly.
"Hahaha……"
Han Zhao suddenly burst into hearty laughter. This gambler who had been addicted to gambling all his life finally won against fate in a crucial round.
At the same time, the defeated soldiers of Luoxiapo and the disheartened priests all heard a low explosion from thousands of feet in the sky.
"What is that?!"
Someone exclaimed.
Everyone saw a thick white rainbow crossing the sky from the direction of the capital!
A white rainbow pierces the sun!
Zhao Duan was flying high in the sky, but suddenly he had an impulse and slowed down, and his spiritual thoughts swept across the earth.
His gaze fell on Luoxia Slope, he let out a light exclamation, and then waved his sleeves.
Silently, the Western Region monks who were charging towards this side in the distance suddenly felt their blood rushing to their heads, bleeding from all seven orifices, and exploded to death.
Master Dajing, who had already entered the realm of "half-step celestial being", subconsciously opened his thick golden bell to resist the great force descending from the sky.
He raised his head with all his might, his eyes shone with Buddha's light, and looked towards the white rainbow in the sky. Then, as if struck by lightning, he felt an endless fear and terror in his heart.
"Zhao...du..."
Before he could utter the last word "An", Master Dajing was struck by an arrow between his eyebrows and froze in mid-air. Then, the sound of bones breaking could be heard from his body.
Then, the whole person was silently burned to ashes by a ball of blazing white flame, and his soul was shattered!
The mountain breeze blew, disturbing the smoke from the cooking fires on the Luoxia slope.
Countless people almost instinctively knelt on the ground, feeling the awe of facing the gods directly.
Zhao Duan appeared at the edge of the city wall and looked at several old acquaintances who were standing like statues. His eyes swept across the familiar faces and finally stopped at the empty sleeves of the jade sleeves, and he was slightly moved.
"Zhao...Zhao Duan...it's you!"
Yuxiu looked dazed, and thirteen flying swords fell to the ground beside her.
"It's me. Looks like I'm not too late."
Zhao Duan said, and then his eyes fell on the urn at her waist:
"This is……"
"Zhong Pan died at the hands of Xuan Yin." Yuxiu said dejectedly.
Zhao Duan was stunned for a moment, and recalled in his mind the "little master" who rode a unicorn carriage and carried a scarlet broadsword. Although he was ugly and ferocious, he was actually a very good person.
He was silent for a moment and said, "I'm sorry."
"Brother Zhao..." Gongshu Tianyuan came back to his senses at this moment. The little fat man was trembling, but his eyes were looking behind him, as if looking for something.
Jin Jian simply rushed over, grabbed him, looked up, and his dark little face was full of anticipation:
"Where is my Master?"
Zhao Duan fell silent again.
Jin Jian loosened her hands little by little weakly, took two steps back, tears streaming down her face. Li Wushang opened his arms and hugged her.
Even though I had already known that the banyan tree was completely dead and had some guesses in my mind, it was still difficult to calm down when I actually learned the answer.
Zhao Duan pursed his lips and raised his hand. Flesh and bones began to grow out of the empty sleeves of his jade sleeves little by little. Soon, two new arms grew out.
Like a miracle.
"You...your cultivation..." Yuxiu was stunned, as if she had guessed something.
Zhao Duan nodded and asked, "I want to go to Yumen Pass."
After a pause, he added, "I will avenge Zhong Pan."
After saying this, he turned into a white rainbow again and disappeared into the sky.
Only then did the thousands of soldiers and priests in the town raise their heads.
Suddenly, someone excitedly called out that name:
"Commander Zhao...it's him, he's back!"
Then, the huge Luoxia Slope was engulfed by countless cheers.
(End of this chapter)
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