Peace Order

Chapter 1654 - 44: Qilin Great General, Opportunity Arises

I just hope that General Fan Qing doesn’t get hurt because of this.

Murong Longtu knew the situation and almost immediately rushed here, but after the elderly man arrived, he didn’t unsheath his sword. He merely watched Fan Qing, who was enveloped by the blood of the Ancient Red Dragon, with amazement.

Like witnessing the sharpening of a new sword.

Shi Dalin was brought here by the old swordsman with a gentle aura, feeling slightly flustered but barely managing to stay calm. He said, "Old man, please help us. The blood of the Ancient Red Dragon is somewhat special; we are worried about General Fan Qing."

Murong Longtu said, "Don’t worry, the Divine Will within the old dragon’s blood has its limits."

"Even if he doesn’t overcome this trial, it won’t be life-threatening."

Shi Dalin breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Will General Fan Qing make it through?"

Murong Longtu replied, "That will depend on him."

"The path to Grandmaster is merely a mental tribulation."

Shi Dalin heard Murong Longtu’s response, his previously tense spirit relaxed instantly, but then suddenly realized what the words he heard meant, his face slowly became rigid, and he intently watched Fan Qing enveloped by dragon blood, saying:

"Grandmaster?!!"

He clearly remembered, during the battle at Yemen Pass in the Western Regions years ago.

Beside Fan Qing, who had already manifested a Lion Dharma form, the mighty and valiant lion reappeared, letting out low roars.

Even when enveloped by the battle intent and blood of the Ancient Red Dragon.

Fan Qing still did not fall.

His eyes were wide open, like a nail driven into the ground, biting deeply into it.

In fact, Fan Qing’s consciousness was nearly drowned, he felt as if he was in a daze, unable to bear the pain, and upon opening his eyes, what he saw was his home buried deep in his memories, the sun shining warmly, he saw his father and mother working.

Fan Qing quietly sat there, just watching the scene.

He didn’t want to recall anything, nor did he want to escape anything, just quietly sitting, watching, until his eyes were red, until his mother passed by, saw his eyes, exclaimed in surprise, and came over to touch his head.

That palm was large, dry, and warm due to years of hard work, her hand veins were especially prominent, she touched Fan Qing’s hair, then used sleeves made from different colored fabrics to wipe Fan Qing’s eyes.

"Ah, a child so big, yet still crying."

"What are you crying about, isn’t it just going to the Martial Arts Hall?"

The woman paused, and whispered:

"If it doesn’t work out, then don’t go, it’s okay not to go."

"Stay by mother’s side..."

The man beside spoke loudly: "Don’t go, how can you not go?"

"We are not educated, don’t know any martial arts, our whole life is like this, do we want our child to be the same, to live a life like ours?!"

"This is the time not to be soft-hearted, besides, it’s not like he won’t come back."

Fan Qing looked at that tall man, tall but with a crooked back.

While speaking, full of spirit.

In the real world, the old magician frowned slightly, and said: "...As the Sword Madman said, General Fan Qing’s will, under the pressure of the Ancient Red Dragon’s battle intent, has fled inward; if not careful, the Primordial Spirit entangled in memories could be dangerous."

Shi Dalin’s voice was somewhat hoarse, asking: "What could happen?!"

The old magician said: "It won’t be life-threatening, but when martial artists reach the Fifth or Sixth Layer Heaven, they particularly value the cohesion of the Primordial Spirit. Only when the Primordial Spirit is gathered, finding one’s path, and through serendipity, taking a step forward."

"Only then can one gather their own essence and spirit, manifesting the Heaven and Earth Merit as their auspicious body, thus becoming the so-called Dharma Form, the so-called Grandmaster Realm; if so, the fleeing of the Primordial Spirit might mean there’s no hope for the Grandmaster Realm for the rest of one’s life."

Shi Dalin became anxious: "What, what can be done?"

"Sword Madman old man, do you have any solution?"

Murong Longtu merely watched the magician’s great formation affected inversely by the Ancient Red Dragon’s blood, with the serene-looking Fan Qing, eyes closed, revealing many shades of astonishment in his eyes.

This child seems...

Fan Qing did nothing, just immersed himself in such a life.

At that time, his father hadn’t had his leg broken by corrupt officials for embezzling land, his mother hadn’t cried her eyes blind, his father’s shoulders were broad, discussing with his mother about the year’s harvest.

The harvest was good, and the year was promising.

The lives of commoners gradually became abundant, Great Chen was rising like the sun.

Days of peace seemed just in sight, close enough to reach with a hand stretched out.

These were the things when he was just in his teens, looking back now, during those times, General Zhou was still alive, imposing and mighty.

He heard that there was a young general named Li Wanli from Chen Country who emerged, winning several battles, beneath him, there was a young general not much older named Yue Pengwu.

There was also a famous royal uncle, who had someone of similar age, a young general named Xiao Wuliang, the two seemed like rivals.

It was said that Yue Pengwu wielded a mighty spear, Xiao Wuliang charged into battles at just fourteen or fifteen years old.

But these things had no relation to a young lad from a village in Chen Country.

At that time, he heard such news just as something to boast to playmates, and then soon forgotten, within that era, the young heroes were already embarking on their journeys, galloping for the world.