I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

But... why did this Snow Wolf Army appear here, why did the army leader Qingcang, who came from the northern barbarian Xuemo Valley lineage, want to break the rules and traditions of their northern barbarian?

Lin Meng was full of doubts and itchy, just looking at Long Heying and seeing both of him, he cast a calm look at him.

Just as the young man had been rescued, Wu Chan didn't plan to make another move. Lin Meng led Wu Chan to the three of Long Heying and asked suspiciously:

"How come you guys are here?"

"Didn't I say that I would come to the northern land to take over the Beizhou Snow Mirror Army with the bet left by Mr. Chang Xuejing. Of course I am coming to this northern land."

Long Heying smiled slightly, but Lin Meng shook his head straight.

"The three armies of the North Continent are all at the front border, what do you do with this Snow Wolf Army in the settlement of Beiman in Xuemo Valley in this buffer zone?"

Long Heying smiled without answering, sold it off, and pointed at the old man who was pale as snow beside him.

"You don't want to ask, who is this?"

Lin Meng glanced suspiciously at Long Heying, not knowing what he wanted in the gourd, but he still bowed his hand to the old man in a formal way.

"Dare to ask this big gentleman's name."

This old man was dressed as a scribe. Most of his life was a Confucian figure, and he needed to be named as his husband.

"The old man's last name is Chang, his first name is Miao, and his name is Shui Jing."

The old man answered lightly, and Lin Meng became curious when he heard it.

Chang Shuijing, is it possible that Mr. Chang Xuejing and Mr. Chang Xuejing are in the same discipline or a real brother?

"Dare to ask what is the relationship between Mr. and Mr. Chang Xuejing?"

When Lin Meng asked, the old man couldn't stop laughing, leaving Lin Meng scratching his head and wondering, could it be that he made a joke when he said the wrong thing?

At this moment, Long Hyuk Ying smiled and replied:

"What is a water mirror? The heart is like a mirror, so the mind is like a mirror, so it is a water mirror. It's just that after Chang's first name was created, some people praised the word "water mirror": its wisdom is like water. "

"Mr. Chang felt ashamed when he heard it, and in humility, instead of using the word Shui Jing as the name, he took a similar word and changed it to Mr. Xue Jing."

Lin Meng suddenly realized it, and exclaimed: "It turned out to be Mr. Chang Xuejing!"

"Hehe, it's the old one."

Chang Xue Jingwen laughed back, and Lin Meng asked again, vomiting the doubt in his heart.

"I heard that Mr. Xian Qu had died a few days ago. Why is he staying in the world with a secret technique to condense his soul? Does Mr. Mo Fei have any unfulfilled wishes?"

Chang Xuejing nodded, looked at the wind and snow in the distance and exclaimed:

"Yes, the old man has two wishes in his life. One is that he has been with the Emperor Zhou Yuan of Dalongshi for a long time before he is alive, and wants to work with him a thousand years ago."

"Today's Hongfu, who knows that the emperor is still alive today, is the young commander of the Dongzhou Changling Army. This time Heying came and sent a few letters to Zhou Yuan. It’s the first wish of the old man."

"The second wish of the old now is to come here to repay my gratitude!"

Lin Meng was puzzled and let out a surprise.

"Want to repay your favor? What is your wish, whose favor is this Xuemo Valley?"

Lin Meng asked, but Chang Xuejing smiled without answering. Lin Meng glanced suspiciously at what looked like a wrapped mummy in the old man's arms, feeling that there must be a connection.

"Just watch it quietly, you'll know soon."

Long Heyingwen laughed and raised his chin to signal Lin Meng to look forward.

I saw an arrow shot earlier and rescued the army leader Qingcang who was about to hang the young man. At this time, he slowly drove to the two brothers.

"Naturally, I will not forget the rules and traditions of the northern barbarians, but I am here this time just to break this absurd rule and tradition."

The young man Qingcang turned over and got off his horse, came to the young man who had fallen into the snow, lifted him up and leaned in his arms, took off the noose on his neck, and called out warmly:

"Sanggu, are you okay?"

As Lin Meng expected, the teenager called Sanggu coughed twice.

He pushed away the Qing Cang who was holding him, staggered and stood up, pointing at the young man who had just rescued him from the ghost door and angrily said:

"Qing Cang! What are you going to do! Are you going to ruin my glory? Let me die with the shame of a loser, and be scolded and laughed by the people!"

Qing Cang seemed to have expected such a thing a long time ago, shook his head calmly, and stretched out his hand to the young man named Sanggu.

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"I just don't want you to die, I want to take you away."

"Take me away?"

Sanggu sneered and scolded more angrily:

"You want me to carry the infamy of the escaped coward, and I don't even have the right to stand and die, and I don't even deserve to have a tomb buried after death, right!"

After all, Qing Cang is a teenager, not Lin Meng's kind of thousand-year-old monster wearing a teenager's skin. No matter how the true teenager's mind can withstand such annoyance, even if he had predicted this time, he couldn't help but get angry.

I saw Qing Cang and Sang Gu quarrel fiercely, their emotions became more agitated, and the noise became louder and louder.

"No, Sanggu! You will not bear any shame, I swear! You are the only one of my childhood best friends who are still alive, and I don't want you to die because of this absurd tradition and rules. !"

"Qing Cang! Since you admit that I am your friend, then you should fulfill my honor. Could it be that you have abandoned the honor and tradition of your ancestors all these years!"

"You are right, Sanggu! The glory of the ancestors belongs to the ancestors, not to me, and my honor belongs to me, not to anyone!"

Qing Cang took two deep breaths, tried to calm himself down, and then eagerly persuaded:

"Mr. used to teach me: right and wrong are in yourself, and reputation is up to people. The true glory is not given by anyone, but given to yourself. If you indulge in the glory praised by others, then glory will become the chain that controls and binds us. ."

"Nagada, Moga, and Huang Ge are all dead. Now you are the only friend of mine. I will not watch you die anymore."

"Nagada, what an excellent healer, even at a young age, he has treated many fighters, but because of the tribal tradition, the healer was ruthlessly abandoned when he was seriously ill. He was not treated like a soldier. She died of illness in the wind and snow during her whole life, and she doesn't even deserve the honor of a golden paint on the grave!

"Mo Ka and Huang Ge are good fighters, but they were surrounded by Wuzhou sergeants who were a hundred times more powerful than their own at the time of the looting. Obviously, according to Mr. Huairou's policy, as long as you put down your weapons, you can get preferential treatment. The traditional worms shake the tree alive and die!"

"Don't you, you! No one has ever asked himself why? Why do we have to abide by this ridiculous tradition and rules! Why should our glory be given by others!"

Sanggu roared in response, cursing:

"Because we were born here and on this land! Because we have such blood, we must follow this tradition. You are the ones who have forgotten their ancestors!"