C13 Love Determines the Fate of the Great Desert

Yellow sand flies all over the place,

The desert was full of love.

One blade to cut down the world.

Not knowing how soft it was.

His husband was always on the wrong path.

The tears of a hero were so difficult.

The wind and frost in the north were cold.

He returned to his hometown to make mulberry fields.

The reason why the Murong family was so famous was because Murong Ying had exhausted all his efforts when he was fighting for the empire. The reason why he came was because his family had a successor at that time.

Unlike the other families, the strongest people in the Mu Rong family were not their elders, but their juniors.

Although Murong Bai had passed away early, he was still a loyal man when he was alive. His reputation had spread far and wide. As the number one bodyguard in Gusu City, he had a lot of good friends in the world, so the dart in his hand had never made any mistakes.

There was another powerful figure in Murong family. That was Murong Bai's second brother, Murong Cheng. If one were to talk about the skill of the knife, it would be said that it was a strange and exquisite skill. Murong Bai really could not compare to his second brother.

However, he had been away for a long time and had yet to return. The third generation of the Murong family was stronger than the last. Before Murong Ke disappeared, his blade technique had already reached the top of the Gusu City.

Even Xiao Nanfeng, who had always looked down on all the blade artists in the world, had to be extra careful of this young master Mu Rong. He was looking forward to the battle with Murong Ke, but he never got what he wanted.

Now that this young master was gone, the Murong family had become low-key in the blink of an eye.

Xiao Nanfeng clearly remembered that his grandfather had told him about the Murong family. He had told him that the Murong family's blade technique was the best in the Gusu. If he wanted to obtain the greatest honor in the world of blade artists, he would have to defeat every single expert of the Murong family first.

What his grandfather said was right. The three generations of heroes of the Murong Family, but the family that produced so many heroes, were now lonely and lonely in that cold snowy night.

However, the Murong family had never forgotten the hatred from that night. To them, it was not only Old Man Murong Ying who died, but also the reputation and fame of the Murong family over the past hundred years.

Compared to the former, the latter was more important to those who were still alive.

Murong Cheng knelt in front of the grave of Old Man Murong Ying and his big brother without moving. He didn't get up for two whole days. He just knelt there, allowing the rain to wash his skinny face and withered bones.

He was really too thin. He was so thin that there was almost no flesh to be seen. His rough skin no longer had any luster to speak of.

Mrs. Murong did not open her mouth to comfort him. She knew how this second brother's temper was. Back then, if she had not married her elder brother Murong Bai, Murong Cheng, who had always loved her deeply, would not have run away from home.

It was an unforgettable history, but they had to forget about each other.

He didn't come back when his brother died. He didn't think that there would be any obstacles between him and Mrs. Murong. On the contrary, the obstacles between the two of them were even greater, to the point that they would never be together again.

"Where is Chi'er?" This was the first sentence Murong Cheng said. It was sonorous and forceful, but it wasn't anxious.

Mrs. Murong rubbed her palms and wiped away some sweat stains. She said lightly, "Second Brother, it's good that you are back. Chi'er has been missing for many days. Since the day the arrogant old man went, I have never seen him again!"

As the madam spoke, she lowered her face. Sparkling tears rolled down from her smooth face and dripped to the tip of her toes.

Murong Cheng seemed to be moved. He couldn't believe it. The family business had been under the control of such a woman for so many days. He felt that it was right for him to come back.

The silly little brother was still so stupid, but Murong Biao, this silly little brother, had given birth to a smart little son, Murong Yu.

There was no one in the Gusu who didn't admit that Murong Yu was smart, but everyone in the Gusu knew that Murong Yu didn't like knives.

No matter how smart a person was, it would be sad if he was born in a family of blade artists. Therefore, Murong Yu wasn't eye-catching in the family. Murong Cheng didn't even ask his nephew a question.

"Where is the enemy?" Murong Cheng's cold eyes looked at the white curtain outside the door. He was determined to get rid of the shame in front of him and remove the white curtain from the door as soon as possible.

"I have already found out his whereabouts, but I'm not sure which family he is from. But don't worry, Second Brother. I know what Yu'er is doing. " Mrs. Murong quickly wiped her eyes and held back her tears. She did not forget to mention her intelligent nephew.

Murong Cheng only nodded his head. He did not say another word. He did not dare to say even half a word to this woman. He didn't even dare to look into this woman's eyes. What a beautiful pair of eyes!

Twenty years ago, he had only glanced at her once. He had never forgotten her in his life. That simple glance had delayed his whole life.

Murong Cheng did not come back alone. He had brought a woman with him.

His face was white and red. His eyes were as small as a seam when he smiled. However, his face was very big, even bigger than Murong Cheng's face. There was no rouge powder on his face.

She had a face full of experience, and her eyes were red and swollen, as if she had just cried. However, she liked to smile, and she liked to smile at Mrs. Murong.

Her head was wrapped in a bright red scarf and she was wearing a flowery robe. Her lower half was up to her knees. Her lower half was not fluttering like the skirt of a woman from the Central Plains. Instead, she was wearing men's pants.

It could be seen that the pants were originally blue. However, it seemed that he had already washed his hair white.

The woman smiled foolishly and greeted Mrs. Murong in the unstandard language of the Central Plains. It turned out that her name was Zhuo Ma and she was a Tibetan girl.

When Mrs. Murong saw this person, it was as if a knife had appeared in her heart, a knife with blood on it.

The dignified Second Master of the Murong family actually found such a vulgar woman. At first glance, this woman was not even comparable to the auntie who was feeding horses in their house.

However, she was standing beside Murong Cheng. Murong Cheng did not have any intention of drawing a clear line between them. After the two of them paid their respects to their family, Mrs. Murong prepared a sumptuous dinner for them.

Before Murong Cheng even went to the table, Zhuo Ma had already cleaned up the surroundings of the table and made dinner for Murong Cheng. Only then did she run over and call Murong Cheng, who was sitting at the door, over.

Murong Cheng grabbed a steamed bun and sat back down at the door. There was nothing special about the door, but he could see the door and the white curtain there.

Zhuo Ma's eyes were filled with tears, but she smiled and said, "Ah, that's how he is. When he has something on his mind, he won't be able to eat. "

"Oh? It seems that you know him very well. " Mrs. Murong ate a few mouthfuls of rice and picked up some dishes for Zhuo Ma as she asked.

"I understand, naturally I understand. When he died, I was by his side. When he was alive, I was still by his side. I naturally understand him. " Zhuo Ma's face was full of gratification, as if she was recalling the bits and pieces of the past.

The chopsticks in Mrs. Murong's hand did not move anymore. She simply could not imagine such a vulgar looking woman. She actually had such a beautiful heart.

When a man was lonely, you did not leave him. When he stood up again, you naturally enjoyed everything he did for you. Everyone seemed to understand this principle, but few people could do it.

Mrs. Murong looked at Murong Cheng who was half sitting on the threshold and smiled slightly. Then she turned to Zhuo Ma, "Do you guys have children?"

Zhuo Ma gradually lowered her head at this time. Murong Cheng's ears were very sensitive. He took a bite of the light steamed bun. He said lightly: "Yes, I did. I died before it was too early. "

Zhuo Ma's face was deeply buried in her collar. She seemed to be very responsible for the child's death. Mrs. Murong did not ask any more questions and only gently caressed Zhuo Ma's trembling back.

That was a sandstorm. The climate in the north determined that there would definitely be a lot of sandstorms there. Zhuo Ma brought the child and hid in the cave as usual. Murong Cheng went out early in the morning with a knife in his hand. He did not come back even in the evening.

He did not go home often. It wasn't that he had a home outside. It was because he didn't like to stay by women and children's side all the time. He had a knife in his hand, and the knife was often stained with blood. He didn't want his wife and children to smell the scent of blood.

In the evening, the yellow sand blew like crazy wasps, sweeping through the various caves like a hot knife through butter.

Children always liked to go out and play in this kind of weather. They never knew that the yellow sand outside was not a doll, but a demon. It was enough to devour their lives.

That day, Zhuo Ma fell asleep unknowingly. If you cried for a whole night the previous night, you would also fall asleep today. However, it should not be today!

The child quietly escaped from his mother's embrace and ran out alone, drowning in the yellow sand.

When Zhuo Ma woke up, all the furnishings in the house did not change. Murong Bai's ranking was still on the table. The water that was boiled had already become cold.

After a period of rest, her red and swollen eye blisters had slowly subsided, but she would never have thought that her following days would be even more sorrowful.

When Zhuo Ma spoke of her grief, she gradually choked up. Mrs. Murong pulled her into her embrace and fiercely stared at Murong Cheng who was as if nothing had happened and asked, "Why did you let her worry for the entire night?"

The years in the desert were very torturous. If one wanted to make a name for himself here, he had to rely on the knife in his hand. Before he knew Zhuo Ma, Murong Cheng had often arranged to compete with others.

He rarely met his match. At that time, Zhuo Ma was still a young and beautiful Tibetan girl.

She took a fancy to the hero who had broken into the world with a saber. No matter what others said, she felt that he was a hero.

There were times when heroes failed. The knife in Murong Cheng's hand was cut by seven or eight big men on the ground. His waist, back, chest, and even his face were full of scars and blood.

Everyone felt that Murong Cheng was dead for sure. They left his corpse to the yellow sand, and left it to the eagle in the sky. Zhuo Ma knew that he would not die. Even if he really died, she would die with him.

Zhuo Ma ignored the objections of her family and dragged Murong Cheng's corpse back to her own yurt. After two months, Murong Cheng finally woke up.

But at this moment, Zhuo Ma, who was in his eyes, had almost shed tears for him. Her two large eyes, which looked like swollen eyes, stared at Murong Cheng as if she had seen a new continent. She did not even dare to smile because she was afraid that this was a dream. If she smiled, the dream would shatter.

After that day, the two of them got married. After two years, they had their own children. Murong Cheng's knife had a famous reputation in the North. Everyone respected him as the hero of the North!

There were times when the hero met his match. That day, he met his biggest opponent in history, the Great Desert Python. Naruki's blade technique could be said to be number one in the Northern Frontier. This was also the reason why Murong Cheng wanted to find Naruki.

Who didn't want to leave their name in the annals of history? However, people would only remember the person standing at the peak of history. As for the person at the second highest peak, it seemed like he could only leave a shadow behind.

Zhuo Ma crazily begged him not to offend that person, but he did not listen. He felt that a woman like Zhuo Ma would not understand the honor and mission of a swordsman.

But he was wrong. In fact, Zhuo Ma knew very well that only by living, could the swordsmen keep that honor and mission. Once they died, there would be nothing left.

She could save him once, but she might not be able to save him a second time. That night, Zhuo Ma cried for an entire night. Who would have thought that the next day, although there was no news of Murong Cheng's death, there was a sandstorm.

The sandstorm was like a devil with only a shadow, swallowing their child in the darkness. Zhuo Ma's eye blisters were never better. They were always so red and swollen.

Regarding that battle, Murong Cheng would never mention it. He didn't understand what happened between him and NaMu during that battle. What he understood was his son's life.