As for whether the new City Lords are safe and reliable, we can rest assured.
The army, however, is to be reorganized personally by Chen Wenmian and Xiao Wuliang.
Xiao Wuliang himself ranks among the top warriors in the world. Even though he lost an arm, the strength he demonstrates on the battlefield cannot be compared to his peak, yet the experience accumulated over twenty years of battles is still incredibly valuable.
On this day, while Xiao Wuliang was restructuring the army, he heard a hearty laughter: "Hahaha, Little Wuliang, how imposing and domineering you are."
Now already in his thirties, Xiao Wuliang turned to see Duan Qingyu.
Duan Qingyu carried a bundle and greeted him with a smile.
Xiao Wuliang had been a warrior under the Divine Martial King’s banner since he was thirteen. He was taught hand by hand by Chen Fubi. When Duan Qingyu first t Xiao Wuliang, he was still a child, much younger than Li Guanyi and Chen Wenmian at that ti.
But now, Chen Fubi is dead, and that quiet and handso child has beco a renowned general, losing an arm amidst fierce battles, in an ever-changing world that indeed evokes sighs.
After quite so ti, he t Chen Wenmian, who is in his early twenties, a white-robed general with exceptional bravery, erging from amidst armies, both elegant and bold. Upon dismounting and saluting, Duan Qingyu marveled and remarked that he was just as formidable as his father.
Duan Qingyu spent this day drinking wine together with Xiao Wuliang and Chen Wenmian for a long ti.
After three rounds of wine, Duan Qingyu revealed his purpose, saying: "Today I ca here, suddenly rembering that a few years ago the Old Wolf ca to once, left sothing, and asked to give it to you..."
He carefully lifted the bundle beside him, placed it nearby, and patted it.
"Was it three years ago or four years?"
"It was just before the last grand sacrifice in Chen Country... Haha, the old fellow seed to have finally picked up his martial arts again. I didn’t expect to see him again; he aged faster than ."
Chen Wenmian looked at the bundle, and Duan Qingyu said, "Go ahead and open it."
Chen Wenmian expressed his thanks before opening the bundle, slightly stunned to find it contained only a long robe, a scroll, and a green bamboo stick, nothing else.
Duan Qingyu took a sip of wine, recalling his last eting with the Old Wolf King, and said:
"He ca to , bought a courtyard, and planted lots of bamboo around it. It was a good place. He told he was about to embark on his life’s final battle..."
Duan Qingyu closed his eyes, almost able to see that heroic figure, the Wolf King, laughing and saying: "Old friend, I’m going to avenge my brother, and also, bring out my son."
Duan Qingyu was astounded at that ti: "Li Wanli is no longer here; what can you stir up, facing Chen Country and Ying Country, what can you do on your own?"
Chen Fubi laughed loudly: "Not being able to do it and choosing not to do it are two different things."
"To know it can’t be done is wise; to be able to do it but choose not to is foolish."
"To know it can’t be done but still choose to do it."
"That defines us!"
"I’m heading out into the world, probably won’t be able to return, but I still have a son, he’s a very good child... This ti, I want to bring him out, to et the heroes of the world."
"Soone like will probably not die peacefully."
"After my death, he will likely co to this southwestern land. I left these things, telling him not to be tied down by . The world is vast; he can do whatever he wants."
"He’s not the type to think about wealth and power and the emperor’s throne. For him, in this southwestern place, having a pond, a bamboo grove, and a courtyard, being a teacher, or perhaps traveling the world, would be more suitable."
"He is my son."
"I give him a second choice."
The Wolf King said: "These clothes, this yard, were bought with money I saved up while farming in the fields, tell him."
The mighty hero whose hands are stained with blood softly spoke:
"Not a drop of blood on them."
"These clothes are not dirty."
"They’re clean."
Chen Wenmian held the bundle, his body rigid.
Duan Qingyu, with his eyes closed, softly said: "He said you can do anything you want, you are your own person; being Chen Fubi’s son should not be your constraint, he said..."
Duan Qingyu looked at this gentle, ticulous famous general:
"Can you untie those tangled knots?"
Chen Wenmian remained silent for a long ti.
Thinking about the thousand knots his father gave him.
Duan Qingyu looked at this silent, serene young man, sighed, patted his shoulder, and rose to leave. As he departed, his carefree singing, joyful and bold, echoed through the southwestern mountains and waters.
Afterward, he went to make vows together.
Li Guanyi, as agreed, drank heartily alongside Duan Qingyu.
They discussed dreams for the nation and spoke of world-shaking events.
Duan Qingyu spoke of the past, Li Guanyi spoke of the future.
Duan Qingyu had never encountered such expansive dreams and heard Li Guanyi’s words of opening mountain paths, connecting the secluded southwest to the outside world, letting the people learn literature and martial arts, so that even in the southwest, they could enjoy goods from the North Country.
This was not re daydreaming.
There were already many accomplishnts.
Duan Qingyu beca intoxicated.
He drank all the liquor in the tavern and laughed heartily: "Your boldness does not fall short of your father’s!"
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