792 Unacceptance of the Noble Kingdom Part 3 (2/2)

The battle on Xiangwan Plain was still progressing ferociously.

The short officer was forced to kneel on one knee by the barbarians' cutlasses and was in a perilous situation.

The officer struggled to hold on.

A dark figure flew up at the side, bashing down forcefully on the barbarians.

The bright cutlasses slid across the seemingly blazing meadow.

The dark figure fell onto the ground. There were two blades in his chest and he was bleeding heavily, looking as if he was on the brink of death.

The officer recognized that it was his escort servant.

He yelled anguishedly. The podao in his hands rose as he moved to stab it at his opponent.

At this moment, he did not consider that the cutlasses above his head would cleave him into halves.

He was very lucky.

He killed the barbarians surrounding him and he did not die.

One of his shoulders was wounded, and blood flowed from it like wine flowing out of a slashed wine bag.

What was most dangerous was that his helmet had been knocked off by the enemy's knife.

The enemy's blade had cut his bun after the helmet was knocked off.

Black hair fell over the officer's shoulders. Coupled with the beautiful features that were not covered by armor, everyone could see that the officer was actually a woman.

She was Situ Yilan.

She carried the heavy podao, covered in wounds, filled with anger. She brought the last of her subordinates and started the fight again. She did not know when the fight would end, but she knew that they would fight to death or victory.

”There is this saying in Chang'an, that we can entrust our orphans...”

Old Master Chao looked at the Abbey Dean and continued.

At this time, the Imperial Palace in the distance was enshrouded in the storm and snow.

Tang Xiaotang stood on the snowy grounds in front of the palace, looking at the south silently.

The Empress held the little Emperor's hand, standing behind the railings. She stared at the thickening snow outside the palace.

Coughs rang out from the end of the snowy street. Eldest Brother appeared.

His cotton jacket had long been torn and was in disarray. Cotton that was as white as snow leaked out from it. Some parts were dyed red, looking like crimson flowers.

It was refreshing and moving.

Ning Que stood on the end of the street and was covered in blood.

He held the array eye pestle. The blood had frozen his palm and the pestle together.

This pestle, this array, this city. They were entrusted to him by his teachers and His Majesty.

Then, he would never let it go until his death.

The hand that Old Master Chao used to hold the cane shook slightly. His voice brightened all of a sudden.

”And we can entrust our lives...”

In front of the Verdant Canyon.

Jun Mo's clothing was once more put together, and his crown was straight.

He held his iron sword in one hand and looked at the enemy cavalry in the wildlands.

He was expressionless as he began to burn up the last of his Psyche Power.

It was as if Heaven and Earth had sensed the heat that was his life force burning. The gradually tapering rain suddenly stopped, and the clouds above the wildlands gradually disappeared, revealing a blue line that was the sky.

Sunlight streamed down through the cracks in the cloud, shining upon him.

It shone on the students of the Academy.

Old Master Chao looked at the street filled with the corpses of the Tangs, tears streaming down his face. Then, he suddenly smiled and looked at the Abbey Dean, bellowing, ”...in the face of death and trouble, do not be shaken and be unyielding.”

The wizened voice echoed through the Vermilion Bird Avenue, in the storm and snow, through the winter willows and snow lake, before the Verdant Canyon and in the Xiao Mountain. It echoed through the Eastern Border, the Northern Frontier and through every inch of land in the Tang Empire.

A gentleman could be entrusted with the destiny of either a baby or a nation; and he would guard his own awareness even when faced with great changes. That was a how a real gentleman should be like.

”The Tang Empire is filled with people like this. Because the Tang Empire is a noble kingdom.”

Old Master Chao stared into the Abbey Dean's eyes and said shrilly, ”Such a beautiful kingdom is about to be destroyed by you nasty Taoists. How dare you ask if we can accept this...”

He raised his cane in preparation to throw it at the Abbey Dean.

”Screw you!”