In the grassland.
War Ghost City.
According to Mo Wu, Du Ruhui had appeared outside the ruins of his teacher.
The grasslands were different from the Central Plains, especially since the erosion of sandstorms was the most severe.
Furthermore, War Ghost City had long since become a desolate city, with no signs of human habitation throughout the year.
However, there were still traces left behind by his teacher.
Du Ruhui ordered his soldiers to stand guard outside and walked towards the city alone.
Under the sun, the city was quiet and deep, as if there had been a thick smell of blood all year round.
Du Ruhui slowly walked to the mural that Mo Wu had mentioned, staring at the stone wall with tears in his eyes.
This was the work of his teacher, there was no mistake!!!
Du Ruhui knelt in front of the mural as if his teacher was right in front of him. He sobbed as he recounted his longings.
Du Ruhui's palm gently stroked the murals carved on the stone wall. Every stroke was like the palm print of his teacher.
According to Mo Wu, that year was the eighth year of Daye.
The Turks took advantage of the chaos in the Central Plains to invade the border.
After the Immortal Zi Yang defeated the Turks in the Manor of War Gods, he looked at the burning houses and the tragic deaths of the people and swore to make them pay with blood.
Just like that, Sage Zi Yang went deep into the grassland alone. Anyone who had blood on their hands could not escape punishment.
On that day, the world was dark, as if the sun had been dyed red.
Du Ruhui looked out of the city and vaguely saw the figure of his former master.
That door was not a chimney, but the Divine Cannon that his teacher had told him about.
One cannonball could destroy the world.
His teacher stood in the distance, staring coldly at the city.
They were the main culprits who had invaded the Central Plains. Many people had lost their families because of them.
Not only goods were traded here, but also weapons looted from the Great Tang.
With these weapons, they once again began to pillage and slaughter the people of the Great Tang.
Perfected Zi Yang's eyes flashed with anger.
At that moment, the Divine Martial Cannon spewed out scorching tongues of fire, shooting straight toward the city like a meteor streaking across the sky.
That day.
The Turkic people in the city continued to trade as usual. When the flames of the city appeared before their eyes, the outcome had already been decided.
However! They didn't know what it was.
Instead, they knelt on the ground devoutly, praying to the gods to bless them so that they could one day rule the Central Plains and become an overlord.
Boom!
In an instant, the city was ablaze, and the Turks were sent flying by the Divine Martial Cannons.
The seemingly indestructible city gate instantly collapsed.
A man and a horse appeared in this chaotic situation.
"It's the Central Plainsmen!"
"He destroyed our city and killed our people!”
The furious Turkic soldiers brandished their weapons and charged at Reverend Zi Yang.
In a daze, the blades in the hands of these soldiers seemed to be dripping with blood.
Those were the lives of the people of the Great Tang.
"It was you who broke my peaceful life and destroyed the paradise that I personally created.”
"In that case, pay with your lives!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the warhorse shot out like an arrow.
A man and a horse charged straight at the Turkic soldiers!
Bang bang bang!
The two hammers were like two mountains. If they touched, they would die, and if they hit, they would be injured.
No one could withstand the power of the hammer from the Immortal Zi Yang.
Countless terrified screams sounded like purgatory on earth.
Perfected Zi Yang did not seem to be tired at all as he killed his way from the east city to the west city.
Then, he went from the west city to the north city, and from the north city to the south city.
When the warhorse fell, Immortal Zi Yang ran on foot.
Along the way, there were corpses and remains everywhere.
Blood gathered and flowed along the terrain.
At the start, the Turkic soldiers had resisted slightly.
In the end, they had completely given up.
This was simply a one-sided massacre.
In the city, screams and wails continued.
It was also at this moment that Immortal Zi Yang was given the title of Unparalleled War Ghost.
In the eyes of the Turks, only those who lived by fighting and only knew how to kill could be called war ghosts.
Little did he know that it was precisely because Perfected Zi Yang had the seven emotions and six desires in his heart that he was like this.
It was the Turks who had destroyed the homes of the people of the Great Tang, who had destroyed everything they had built.
It was also at this moment that Sage Zi Yang drew this painting on the city wall.
It was said that on that day, the sun and moon were in the same sky!!!
He wasn't worried at all that the Turks would return, nor was he worried that they would be able to guess what was written on the wall.
Because, without his guidance, no one else in the world would be able to do it.
This was the pride in Perfected Zi Yang's heart!
As the sun set, Immortal Zi Yang sat alone on the city wall, sniffing the bloody air.
His restless mood gradually calmed down.
However!
The hatred and anger that remained in his heart! But it did not fade.
'I will smile at the heavens with my blade, leaving my guts and guts in Kunlun!'
With that, the man and the horse disappeared from the lonely city.
……
After an unknown amount of time, Du Ruhui, whose face was covered in tears, gradually returned to reality.
Looking at the murals on the wall that had been eroded by the sun, moon, wind, and rain, Du Ruhui gently stroked them with his fingertips and said,"Master, do you still remember how mischievous I was back then? I wanted to learn how to be a wooden bird.”
"At that time, I felt that learning strategies was not practical at all. It was best to follow Master and travel the world.”
Du Ruhui couldn't help but laugh as he thought back to his relaxed and leisurely days.
"Only now did I gradually understand that there might be someone more suitable than me.”
"But…"
"Master, where are you? How have you been these years?”
Du Ruhui slowly stood up with a choked voice and looked around the city.
After all, this was the place where his master once existed.
It was only here that he could truly feel his teacher accompanying him.
One day.
Two days.
Three days.
Du Ruhui ate in the city and slept on the streets, unwilling to leave.
He only wished to spend a little more time with his teacher.
Just as Du Ruhui was trying to see every corner of the city, a soldier rushed over and said hurriedly,""Sir, we have discovered a ruin. Please go and take a look.”
"Ruins!"
Du Ruhui was surprised and delighted. He quickly urged his horse and said,"Quick, quickly lead the way."
"Yes, sir."
The soldier hurriedly responded and led the way.
They reached a remote corner of the city.
A stone tomb appeared before his eyes.
Especially when Du Ruhui saw the words 'Perfected Zi Yang' on the stone tablet, he felt as if the sky had collapsed.
Du Ruhui knelt in front of the stone tablet and howled in grief,""Could it be that Master has already…?"
"No, impossible! That's impossible!"
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