PNB Chapter 350 Respectfully Sending Off the Grand Tutor
Chapter 350 Respectfully Sending Off the Grand Tutor
Wen Zhong dismounted from the ink-black unicorn and bowed to her:
"I have met the God of Pure Blessing."
Yang Jiao waved her hand, strode forward, straightened Wen Zhong's bent back, and said:
"Grand Tutor, the road ahead is blocked."
Wen Zhong understood the implication in Yang Jiao's words. He watched as the afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the mountain peaks of Jue Long Ridge, and the sky was partially obscured by the sun as it was about to completely disappear.
Behind him were the last troops selected from Chaoge, and the practitioners of the Jie Sect also died one after another during the cover mission.
He had no other choice.
Even if it's a method of survival offered by a celestial being.
Wen Zhong bowed deeply, his eyes reflecting the setting sun, yet he seemed to see the image of the late emperor.
Standing atop the majestic city tower of Chaoge, a once-powerful emperor grasped his hand, his withered face pleading:
"Brother Wen, I am about to die. My son is still young and the country is in turmoil. After I am gone, I will trouble you to assist him."
"Your Majesty, rest assured, as long as Wen Zhong is alive, he will do his utmost to serve the country."
Wen Zhong's graying hair was slightly disheveled.
He remounted the Black Kirin and bowed to Yang Jiao in gratitude:
"Thank you, Immortal, for seeing me off."
He knew what his master meant when he said that he could never encounter the word "extinction" in his life. Even if the Chan Sect killed him elsewhere, he would have a chance to survive, but only at Jue Long Ridge.
They surrounded and blocked them, all they wanted was for them to get in here.
Wen Zhong instructed the soldiers behind him:
"Once I, the Grand Tutor, step into the Dragon-Slaying Ridge, if you are willing to submit to the Great Zhou, then lay down your weapons and surrender."
"If you don't want to... then escape back to Chaoge along the mountain path."
After he finished speaking...
Behind him, 30,000 soldiers knelt down in unison, their armor clanging with a dull thud.
Grand Tutor!
Wen Zhong did not turn around to look, but lowered his head and said:
"This is the only way I can take you."
They will die in Qishan.
They would die on any route of retreat.
Only on Jue Long Ridge, on this deadly path laid out solely for Wen Zhong, could they possibly survive.
Afterwards, Wen Zhong took one last deep look at Yang Jiao, and resolutely stepped over the boulder of Jue Long Ridge.
The man and the beast were just as they had been when he came down the mountain that day.
"Old friend, just drop me off here."
Wen Zhong patted the back of the black Qilin, and the black Qilin exhaled two white breaths.
He rolled off, released the black Qilin, and said to Yang Jiao:
“I’m not stupid. The divine beast in that formation must have won that person’s favor.” As he spoke, Wen Zhong pointed to the Mosquito Daoist who was lying on the cloud looking down. His gaze fell on the Mo Qilin. This aggressive gaze did not make him feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, he was relieved that the Mo Qilin had a chance to live.
"This black Qilin is a divine beast of the Jie Sect. It is quite powerful, and its gender is... still undetermined."
Upon hearing this, Mosquito Taoist's eyes lit up again.
She landed gracefully, her skirt swaying slightly, and stood before the black Qilin, nodding and saying:
"The mosquitoes will take good care of her."
Wen Zhong looked up and laughed.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, fellow Daoist."
Having said that, he didn't linger this time and walked into the Jue Long Ridge alone.
The black unicorn pawed at the ground impatiently with its four hooves, as if it were reluctant to leave.
The soldiers who had followed Wen Zhong all the way from Chaoge to guard the pass, kneeling on the ground, understood that Grand Tutor Wen had no chance of returning alive once he left. They all touched their heads to the ground and shouted:
"Respectfully seeing off the Grand Tutor."
Looking at the remaining 30,000 people, Yang Jiao assumed they would lay down their weapons and wait to surrender, or at the very least, flee for their lives.
However, out of 30,000 people, at most 2,000 escaped, and several thousand surrendered.
The rest of them gripped their weapons tightly and stood outside Jue Long Ridge.
The leading general snorted coldly, spat on the ground, shook his head a few times making a creaking sound, and then said sternly:
"Damn it, I've followed the Grand Tutor to pacify Beihai and guard Chaoge, and I've never deserted!"
"The Grand Tutor has treated us very well. I've enjoyed everything I could in my life. I'll risk my life to save the Grand Tutor!"
More than 20,000 people stood on the path outside Jue Long Ridge.
Approaching them was an army of 100,000 led by Jiang Ziya.
Facing these 20,000 people, I felt a sense of respect. Whether they were loyal to the country or followed a wise general, they had committed many misdeeds, but they did not abandon Wen Zhong in the end.
Seeing that several thousand people had already laid down their weapons, Jiang Ziya also advised them:
"As long as you stop resisting, I, Jiang, will ensure your safety. Whether you return to Chaoge to farm or stay in Xiqi to cultivate the land, as long as there is no more fighting, you can all live."
Bang!
The general at the very front planted his long sword on the ground, took a step forward with an air of nonchalance, and spat:
"Stop talking nonsense! If we don't die today, you won't be able to enter this Dragon-Slaying Ridge!"
If the situation drags on, as long as Jiang Ziya doesn't go inside, the Grand Tutor will have a chance to escape.
He was too benevolent. If he had abandoned them early on and returned to Chaoge to continue being his Grand Tutor, Wen Zhong would not have done so.
He dedicated his entire life to Chaoge, to the King, to the people of the city, and to the soldiers in the army.
If they only managed to save their lives in this way, their lives would be miserable.
Seeing this, Jiang Ziya said nothing more.
In war, people always die.
He waved his hand and said:
"Do not go, Taoist. Let King Wu Cheng lead his troops to conquer it."
Huang Feihu raised his arm and shouted:
"on!"