C15 Emperor Jianyi, the new master of the White Tooth Mountain Pass

It was daybreak, and in the past two days, Eunuch Xi had never slept soundly like last night. Thus, he woke up a little late, he opened the door and looked at the sun, only to realize that it was already night time. When his father-in-law saw this, he nodded his head in satisfaction and walked out of the house to the courtyard entrance. He saw that the horse carriage was already waiting for him. He stepped into the carriage and said to his subordinates, "Let's go!" Only then did they start on their journey, heading towards the south.

At this time, Kang Qian was currently bringing five people to a forest to rest, and behind him, there was that Emperor Sword on his back. In the forest, the cries of pheasants could be heard from time to time. Beside the group of people, there were a few sparrows watching the scene, chirping and disturbing them from time to time. One of them opened his eyes, picked up a stone, and threw it at one of the sparrows.

Kang Qian dreamt that when he was young, he brought along his younger sister, who was five years younger, begging on the streets. In his dreams, he saw how cold and emotionless the gazes of those people were as they looked at them, dreaming that a group of children were surrounding them, calling them small beggars one by one. In his dreams, he dreamed that the noble children wanted to buy his younger sister, but he had no choice but to bring them and escape in panic. He also dreamed that he would lead his sister to the top of the mountain, where she would gaze at the beautiful moon, count the stars in the sky, and catch the fireflies that would occasionally float by. He sat on the limestone while his sister leaned on his shoulder. She said to her brother, "Big brother, if we were like the children of other families, it would be great to have a home."

When he reached this point in his dream, he suddenly woke up. He rubbed his eyes with all of his strength and looked at the scene before him. Then, he gently sighed. At this time, the night had gradually darkened and the sun had already turned yellow. Half of its body had already been buried under the mountain. He stood up and ordered his men to fetch the water and dry rations. After quickly eating a few mouthfuls, he led the horse into the depths of the forest.

This mountain range was like a wolf lying down. The local people called this place the Lone Wolf Ridge. Unknowingly, the moon was hanging high in the sky. The moon was in a semicircle, so the few of them used the moonlight to lead their horses. They walked deeper and shallower through the forest.

In the middle of the night, a group of people finally passed through the mountain range and arrived at the mountain pass. Because the two mountain peaks at the mountain pass rose up from the ground like fangs, it was called the White Tooth Mouth.

Kang Qian ordered for the few of them to stop their steps. He stood up, gently stood on top of a pine tree, and looked towards the mountain entrance. Under the moonlight, he was not able to see very clearly, he could vaguely see that there seemed to be someone waiting there.

He thought for a moment and felt that there was no mistake. He jumped down and ordered everyone to walk forward.

After walking out of the cave, everyone looked at the person in front of them. This person was the Daoyin Monk who was using his sword when Old Mo was opening his sword.

One of them shouted, "Who is in front of us? Why are you stopping us?!"

The monk did not care, and only said to Kang Qian: "Kang Tongwen, long time no see! Would it be good to drink two cups? "

"Master, after I take care of these trash, I'll drink with you!"

Before he finished his words, he suddenly took out the embroidered spring blade from his waist, and slashed at the throat of the person behind him, a cold light flashed, and blood sprayed out, spraying onto his face, the other four people, leading their horses, shocked, mouths agape, staring blankly at their commander, they never would have thought that along with them, the commanders who drank and drank wine would slash at their subordinates, until the corpse fell onto the ground, blood flowed nonstop, and after twitching a few times, they finally reacted, and wanted to pull out their own blade, but it was too late, let alone these few people, their martial arts were far worse than Kang Qian's. Kang Qian moved his movement technique, with a few slashes he killed the few of them. Five corpses fell to the ground, Kang Qian used his sleeves to wipe the blood off his face and sheathed his blade back into the sheath, "Brothers, I'm sorry, but I couldn't help myself. "Let's just continue on our way. We will repay the debt of gratitude in the future!" With that, he walked towards the Daoyin monk.

"Amitabha!" The monk chanted the Buddhist prayer. The savior had worked hard. Then, after he finished speaking, the monk took off the wine gourd hanging from his waist and threw it towards Kang Qian.

"Many thanks!" He opened the seal, took a gulp of wine and swallowed it.

"Master, I wonder if my sister is well?"

"Rest assured, the prince will not owe you anything."

"Then I can be at ease." With that, Kang Qian took another gulp.

"Master, us two siblings, father and mother, have died since we were young. We begged along the streets, and when we were about to die, Prince Duo Meng came to our rescue. This favor was not repaid, and it was the only thing that had died. Master, I would like to trouble Master not to tell my sister about my matter. Many years later, when my sister asks, I would like to ask Master to explain a little. "

"Sir, there is no need to worry. This humble monk will remember this."

"Master, the Emperor Sword is here!" After he finished speaking, he unsheathed the Emperor's Sword from his back and held it with both hands. Then, he knelt down on both knees and faced the north. The Daoyin monk stood to his left and reached for the Emperor Sword.

Kang Qian looked towards the north and deeply gazed into the distance, two lines of tears flowed down his face, he looked for a long time, then suddenly dropped three heads, slowly stood up and walked towards the five corpses, he picked up the wine gourd and gulped down the wine, he poured down the wine, he threw away the gourd and looked at the five corpses lying on the ground, after a while, he unsheathed the knife at his waist and placed it on his own neck, he raised his head and looked at the beautiful moon in the sky, it was beautiful, but it was far from his sister's level. He had done it. He had said that one day, he would let her enjoy what other girls had as children. He had done it. He had said that one day, he would give her all the good things in the world. But he did not know that one day she would tell him that all she wanted was you, and that you would not come back, that she would not wait, that you would go, that you would not tell her, and that she would go to you, and that she would not let you agree.

"Amitabha!" The monk chanted the Buddhist prayer, "Once in the beginning, once in the future, once in the past, once in the future, once in the past, once in the past, once in the past, always in the wrong. One remembrance of the Buddha, one thought of the Devil, one thought of heartache, one thought of torture. A heart, a lamp, a mind clear, but do not know how to release. "Sin, sin!" With that said, the Monk of the Daoyin carried his Emperor Sword and headed towards the north.