EBE Chapter 172 Zhang Zhi, the Constable
Chapter 172 Zhang Zhi, the Constable
If these children grow up in the future, they will surely cause a great stir in the world.
When Shanzi and the others heard Xiaoman mention Xiaoya again, they felt a pang of sorrow in their hearts.
They seemed to see Xiaoya's kind and determined figure, and the unforgettable times she had spent with them.
Xiao Lie sighed softly, walked to Xiao Man's side, and gently patted his shoulder.
"Alright, Xiaoman. Sister Yang once told us that as long as we haven't found Xiaoya, it means she might still be alive."
We must believe that she will definitely come back again.
The most important thing for us now is to be strong and diligently practice the exquisite martial arts that Xiaoya taught us.
Afu nodded, his eyes shining with determination.
“That’s right. We need to cultivate to the Celestial Realm, and then go to the Qin Kingdom to find those guys from the Shadow Organization and avenge Xiaoya and the more than two hundred people in the village.”
In this moment of unity, one person's voice stood out as particularly jarring.
Shi Zi sneered, his tone laced with sarcasm.
"Hmph... He even calls himself the ever-victorious General Su Zilong."
Now they've become so tearful and whiny, what kind of behavior is this?
When Xiaoman heard Shizi say that, he glared at Shizi and retorted.
"Don't say such sarcastic things. So what if I miss Sister Xiaoya? Don't you miss her too?"
Shi Zi snorted and turned his head away, gazing at the blue sky outside the window.
He tried his best to hold back his tears, but the longing in his heart surged like a tide.
But in his heart he thought to himself, "Who says I don't miss Sister Xiaoya? I miss Sister Xiaoya too."
I wish time could go back to four years ago, to those carefree days, it feels like it was just yesterday.
Back then, Little Sister Ya led a group of us running and playing all over the village, our laughter echoing in every corner.
But how did things develop to this point, so cruelly?
Shi Zi slowly closed his eyes, and tears finally slid down his cheeks and dripped onto his clothes, soaking a large area.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.
Standing beside the stone, Da Tou sensed the pain and struggle within him.
He gently patted Shizi's shoulder, offering him silent comfort.
He also recalled the night before he left the village.
The image of his brother telling him to leave was filled with reluctance, but he didn't even realize it.
"Little brother, hurry up! Go next door and see how the others are doing." Thinking of this, Da Tou's eyes also welled up with tears.
He looked up at the blue sky outside the window and silently prayed.
"May Sister Xiaoya bless each and every one of us, and may we all become stronger and braver."
May we one day be able to avenge our departed family members and seek justice for them.
Big Head: "Stone, don't be too sad. We're all in the same boat, we've lost so much, but we can't stay immersed in sadness forever."
For Xiaoya's sake, for the sake of the villagers, we must become stronger so we can avenge them.
Shi Zi wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, trying to regain some composure.
He turned to look at everyone.
"We must cultivate diligently, become stronger, and then seek revenge against the people of the Qin Kingdom's Shadow."
"Alright, let's not be sad here anymore," Shanzi comforted them.
He walked to Hua Lingxing's bedside and saw that her complexion had gradually regained its rosy hue, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Sister Yang needs to rest, let's not disturb her."
Everyone, go grab something to eat first, then get some rest. Starting tomorrow, we'll train even harder.
Everyone nodded in agreement, knowing that Shanzi was right.
The most important thing now is to restore Hua Lingxing's health, and they also need to prepare for future battles.
So they left the room to find food and rest.
As Xiaoman walked, she said to the three spirit stars, "I'll write a prescription, and then you can go and get the medicine and cook it for Sister Yang."
After this fight, Sister Yang almost suffered broken meridians and will be unable to engage in martial arts for the next six months.
Upon hearing Xiaoman's words, Shilingxing replied, "Alright, I understand. I will report this to the Spirit King and have him order her not to go to the battlefield."
In the days that followed, Xiaoman and the others diligently practiced the Linglong Divine Skill every day, and their strength continued to improve.
Hua Lingxing gradually recovered under their careful care; her complexion became rosier and her spirits improved.
Time flies like an arrow, and in the blink of an eye, the cold winter winds have quietly descended upon this ancient land.
This winter seems unusually cold, even though not a single snowflake has fallen from the sky.
But the biting wind was even more severe than in previous years, as if it were trying to penetrate to the bone marrow of everyone.
Nanyang City, once a bustling and prosperous city, now appears unusually quiet.
The streets were sparsely populated, with only the occasional bark of a dog and the distant sound of wind chimes breaking the silence.
Most of the people have already moved to relatively safe places.
Only the elderly people who have a deep affection for this land remain.
They were unwilling to leave their homes, no matter how great the risks.
King Ling sat in the main hall of the Nanyang City government, with all sorts of documents and maps piled on the table.
His brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed both determination and worry.
The scene of Qin's retreat is still vivid in my mind, and more than a month has passed since then.
During this period, the Qin army launched several offensives.
But anyone with eyes can see that it was just bluffing and putting on a show.
The Qin army's formations appeared orderly during each attack, but in reality, their advance was slow.
The soldiers' shouts lacked their usual powerful momentum, and they showed no signs of fighting to the death.
The defenders on the city wall were initially on high alert, but after a few rounds, they began to see the signs of trouble.
Knowing that the other party had no determination to fight to the death, they were only cautious and defensive, no longer as tense as if facing a formidable enemy.
But King Ling knew this was just the calm before the storm.
He must remain vigilant at all times to prevent the Qin army from attacking again.
Just then, a soldier hurriedly walked in from outside the door.
"Reporting to King Ling, the head constable from the town next to Nanyang City requests an audience." The soldier's voice carried a hint of urgency.
King Ling raised his head and looked intently at the soldier: "Speak."
The soldier responded and then hurriedly ran out again.
Not long after, he entered with a man dressed as a constable.
This constable looked young, but his eyes revealed a resolute and courageous spirit.
He knelt before King Ling and respectfully bowed, saying, "Greetings, King Ling."
King Ling nodded slightly and asked in a steady voice, "Where are you from, constable? And what brings you here?"
The constable hurriedly replied, "Reporting to the Spirit King, I am a constable under Lord Zhang An of Nanshan Town. My name is Zhang Zhi."
Four days ago, the subordinates discovered signs of Qin soldiers walking on a mountain fifty miles outside Nanshan Town.
Therefore, my subordinate hurried over to report this.
Upon hearing Constable Zhang Zhi's words, King Ling was startled.
He knew that the appearance of the Qin army was no accident; it was likely a prelude to another attack.
He immediately stood up and loudly ordered, "Someone, summon all the generals!"
The person outside responded and hurriedly ran out.
King Ling then looked at the constables who were still kneeling on the ground: "Get up, sit down and wait."
After standing up, Constable Zhang Zhi respectfully replied, "I wouldn't dare. I'll just wait here."
King Ling said nothing more, but sat back down at his desk and continued to review the documents in his hands.
But in his mind, he was constantly calculating how to deal with this matter.
Before long, all the generals and the four spirit stars arrived at the main hall.
As soon as they entered, they bowed respectfully and said, "Greetings, King Ling."
King Ling raised his head and glanced at the crowd, but did not see Shanzi, Xiaolie, and the other seven.
He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, so he asked, "Where are Shanzi, Xiaolie, and the others?"
At this moment, a soldier quickly replied, "Reporting to the King, they have all gone out."
They've been helping the people in the city make charcoal lately; my subordinates have already gone to inform them.
The Spirit King nodded: "Well, then let's wait for them a little longer."
Upon hearing this, everyone found a seat and sat down.
The hall fell silent, with only the sound of the Spirit King reviewing documents echoing in the air.
After a while, Shanzi, Xiaolie, Afu, Datou, Shizi, Xiaoman, and Chengpeng finally walked in, all covered in black soot and dirt.
Their faces were etched with exhaustion and fatigue, but their eyes revealed an indescribable determination and pride.