The Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 56: See you on the battlefield without seeing the world (Five)

In the prefect's mansion in Wancheng, Zhen Fu and Liang Qiuci, who led the cavalry back to the city, knelt in front of Wang Mu, sweating profusely.

Although Zhen Fu rushed to the front while chasing the Chongling Army and was flooded by the sudden reflow of Huang Chunshui, he was miraculously rescued and almost died. A wooden board that Liu Yan cut off happened to be washed in front of him. He held the board tightly and floated downstream for several miles before climbing to the shore with difficulty. When he walked back to his troops again, it was already dawn.

But at this moment, he had saved his life, but his body was trembling.

Because maybe... he's going to die again.

Although Wang Mu, who stood in front of them, was not high, they all knew that he was His Majesty’s only disciple and the one who held the power of life and death.

And taking two thousand cavalry to pursue the same number of defeated soldiers, the task that they thought was ready to capture was hit by the two of them.

The Shizhong was furious and wondered if he would chop their heads?

"Huang Chunshui... suddenly stopped flowing, and suddenly flowed again? Moreover, it was just after the Chongling Army crossed the river?" Although the two knelt on the ground and lowered their heads, unable to see Wang Mu's expression clearly, they heard his faint laughter: "Do you think... this statement is credible?"

"My subordinates...the soldiers led by their subordinates have seen them with their own eyes! If the adults don't believe it, please...you can ask at will! What subordinates say is absolutely false!" Liang Qiuci's words were trembling.

But Wang Mu was always silent.

Zhen Fu and Liang Qiuci's hearts were beating. The longer Wang Mu was silent, the more intense their tension became.

Finally, as if tens of millions of years had passed, they heard Wang Mu's chuckle.

"Haha! I believe it, I believe it naturally. Shouldn't this kind of thing be used to it? Why don't I believe it? Haha... Hahahaha!"

The chuckle grew little by little, and eventually turned into a crazy laugh.

Zhen Fu, Liang and Qiuci were still tense all over. I wonder if Wang Mu really believed it or was just ridiculing it.

"Okay, get up. I believe what you said. You two can't blame you for this, don't worry." It was not until they heard Wang Mu's words that the two of them truly felt relieved.

The two stood up carefully, and only then did they realize that the clothes behind them were wet.

"Destiny...Destiny...Destiny...Destiny again..."

The two looked up and looked secretly. The expression on Wang Mu's face was extremely complicated, mixed with anger, unwillingness, helplessness, confusion, and muttering alone.

"Teacher... I once told you that I do not believe in ghosts and gods, nor do I believe in destiny. I believe that you are the only one who is the teacher. I believe that you have described for me, the great ideal country full of freedom and glory! I will be more firm than you and more persistent than you. I firmly believe that as long as it is the right thing, you should work hard. As for the result, there is no need to care about it anymore... But now..."

Wang Mu shook his head, and his voice gradually became desolate: "But now, I am a little shaken... As genius as you, as firm as I am, if you still can't resist the so-called destiny... Then should our struggle continue?"

The hot wine flowed down from his throat. Wang Mu let out a satisfying sigh, but Han Zhuo put down the wine pot without saying a word and gently wiped his mouth with his sleeve, without any change in his expression.

"This wine... isn't it?" Wang Mu looked at Han Zhuo with guilt. He liked wine, and the wine he had stored was naturally fine. However, Han Zhuo's expression seemed to have just taken a big sip of water.

"Very good. It's better than all the wine I've ever drunk." Han Zhuo nodded. Although he clearly said something about praise, his face still had an indifferent expression.

"Then you have to drink good wine!" Wang Mu groaned and glanced at Han Zhuo.

"What should I look like after drinking good wine?"

"...Forget it, I can't tell you this piece of wood." Wang Mu opened his mouth for a moment, smiled helplessly and shook his head: "Come on, drink again."

The two of them drank a big gulp together again. Wang Mu put down the wine pot, and a hint of blush appeared on his face. Although he was good at wine, his alcohol content was just ordinary: "Han Zhuo, you may be considered the only person in this world who can drink with me as a friend."

"only?"

"Well, the only one." Wang Mu smiled: "Why, it's hard to imagine? I can drink by myself, drink with my teacher, and sometimes go to banquets of other ministers. But... I'm the first time I've ever had when I sit and drink with my friends."

Han Zhuo didn't say anything, just listened quietly to Wang Mu continuing: "I was selected by the teacher since I was very young. Well... By the way, you had already followed the teacher at that time, so you must remember that day, when I answered the teacher's question, there was a happy expression on his face."

"So, I became his disciple, the only disciple. From then on, he also became the most respected person in my life. Yes, the most respected in the world, no one. He opened a window for me with his own hands, and through that window, I saw a new world! The spectacular and great, incomparable new world that made me crazy about it!"

"The teacher thought too far, so far that he had left everyone in the world behind him, and even his back could not reach. Even I was able to chase his footsteps from afar and see a little figure." Even when Wang Mu recalled, his eyes emitted a fanatical light: "And just this made me realize that there was no one around me who could be my friend."

"Sometimes I will drink with the teacher for a few drinks, but the teacher is not my friend. Sometimes I will attend banquets, but those people just value my identity as a disciple of the emperor and want to curry favor with me..." Wang Mu smiled disdainfully: "I really have the right to be my friend, after thinking about it, it seems that you are the only one."

"I'm not qualified, either." Han Zhuo shook his head: "I haven't read any books. I don't understand what the Lord said to you. I only know how to kill people, and I only know how to kill people for the Lord."

"You have!" Wang Mu paused the wine pot on the table and widened his eyes: "Of course you have it!"

"Why?" Han Zhuo asked calmly.

"Because you believe in the teacher. I believe in the teacher as much as I do." Wang Mu drank a big sip of wine again, his face flushed: "That's right, Han Zhuo, you have never read a book, and you really don't understand the truths the teacher told me. But at least one thing, you are the same as me - that is, no matter what, you trust him unconditionally and are willing to give your life to protect him, regardless of whether he is a down-and-out relative who has lost his power, or the power of the world's Grand Tutor An Hangong, or the current emperor! With this, you are qualified to be my friend!"

Han Zhuo lowered his head and thought about it carefully, then raised his head: "You are right."

"Then, drink bar." Wang Mu lifted the wine pot in his hand and touched Han Zhuo: "I have always been curious about one thing, how did you... follow the teacher? Since I knew him, you have been by his side, but I have never had the chance to ask you."

Han Zhuo was silent for a while, but the expression on his face still remained unchanged, like Gu Jingbubo, but a look of pain flashed in his eyes: "The Lord saved me. When I was very young."

Wang Mu looked at him and did not continue to ask questions. He already knew that Han Zhuo must have a past that he did not want to mention.

"So, how did your martial arts come about? I have never seen someone as strong as you, but you had already followed the teacher when you were very young, right?" Wang Mu changed the topic by taking a sip of wine.

"I don't know much martial arts. I just know how to kill people, and I'm born to know." Han Zhuo raised his eyes and looked at Wang Mu.

"Okay...drink."

Wang Mu stopped asking. No matter whether Han Zhuo was telling the truth or having a past that he was unwilling to say, he didn't need to continue asking.

Soon, the two big pots of wine had already reached the bottom. Han Zhuo's expression still had not changed, as if the drink was really just clear water, but Wang Mu was already in a daze.

"Han Zhuo, does the thing Tianming really exist?" Wang Mu's tongue was already big, and even his speech was unclear.

"I think it exists." Han Zhuo thought for a while and nodded.

"Does it exist?" Wang Mu smiled bitterly: "Then, tell me why that fate is not on the teacher?"

"Why do you have to be on the Lord?" Han Zhuo asked indifferently.

"Because... because he opened a window for me!" Wang Mu stretched out his hand crookedly, grabbed Han Zhuo's sleeve tightly, and hoarsely: "He opened the window for me and led me to see the new world behind the window! But... until now, that's just a sight! And I must work with him to open the door that blocked us and walk into the new world in person!"

"So what if you can't open that door?" Han Zhuo still looked calm: "If you know that you will never be able to enter the new world, will you give up before opening the door?"

"Never can't..." Wang Mu gasped quickly, with a hideous expression: "Why can't you never! Why!"

"I don't know." Han Zhuo shook his head: "I don't even know what the new world you are talking about is. But I only know that I will always believe in the Lord, just as you said, whether he is a down-and-out relative or a son today. Similarly, whether he is carrying a destiny on his body."

Han Zhuo thought for a while and continued, "But if I were you, then even if I die, I will die in front of that door."

Wang Mu's face gradually turned into shock from being hideous, and gradually returned to calm, and finally showed a smile.

"Yes, you're right, Han Zhuo. Even if you die, you'll die before that door..."

With that satisfied smile, Wang Mu lay peacefully on the table in front of him and fell asleep.

Han Zhuo picked up the pot of wine in front of him, raised his head and dripped the last few drops of wine at the bottom of the pot into his mouth. Then he put down the pot, stood up, and walked towards the door.

Before closing the door, he turned his head and looked at Wang Mu for the last time, and a faint smile appeared on his face for the first time.

"Thank you for your wine..."
Chapter completed!