Chapter 48: Controlling Fire and the Sacred Tribe?

  "Oh~~~~~~" Including Du Shi Qing, everyone let out a long "oh", as if they suddenly understood everything. They then looked at Chu Yang with sympathetic eyes.

  This kind of thing where a man steals another's love is really too common. Especially among sworn brothers, there are some things that just can't be said.

  Chu Yang cooperated very well, making a painful and dying expression. He held his head with both hands, curled up, and grasped his hair tightly with all ten fingers, even pulling out a lot of hair, showing how much he was suffering inexplicably.

  "Alas." Du Shiqing sighed and said heavily: "This matter, no one will mention it again in the future."

  Eight knights responded together.

  Even the old man driving looked at Chu Yang with a softer gaze. No wonder when he asked him that day, this little guy showed an extremely desperate and helpless look, it turned out to be so.

  "Thank you." Chu Yang bowed his head, saying gratefully and painfully: "I'll just wait until I've fulfilled my late father's last wish, repaid Mr. Du's great kindness, and then I'll disappear from this world, haha, and live out the rest of my days in a desolate mountain forest."

  "A real man should have a wife!" Du Shiqing patted his shoulder and comforted him, saying: "Don't take it so seriously."

  Chu Yang nodded heavily and sighed, but didn't say a word. It was clear that his emotions were pent up and hard to relieve.

  After this, several people in the team had a greatly changed attitude towards Chu Yang. They seemed to have a sense of closeness towards him. Loyal and righteous, filial and affectionate, what a rare young man...

  Chu Yang's performance completely conquered these people. Even Chu Yang himself did not know that he had so many advantages after a moment.

  The big Han patted Chu Yang's shoulder and sighed: "Brother, no need to be so anxious, just relax. Men should have a broader vision. As long as you have money, there are plenty of beautiful girls in the brothel."

  Chu Yang nodded in "grief", raised his head and forced a smile that was even uglier than crying.

  Although everyone didn't say a word, their eyes looking at Chu Yang had softened a lot. The weak, no matter when, will always evoke people's sympathy.

  The old man who had been standing beside the horse all along, never gathering with others, also let out a deep sigh, lifted his shoe sole and knocked off some ash. Those eyes that seemed to see through worldly affairs appeared somewhat dim.

  Chu Yang let out a sigh of relief, but in his heart he knew that he had completely passed the test at Du Shiqing's checkpoint.

  What's left is just going to Iron Cloud Nation.

  The Iron Cloud Nation is a group of old foxes, and they are not as easily deceived as Du Shiqing.

  Du Shiqing was a legendary doctor, and it is said that no matter what kind of difficult or obscure illness came to him, he would be able to cure it with his medicine. But he was just a doctor, and although his medical skills were superb, everyone treated him with respect and courtesy; as for his experience in dealing with people and society, perhaps it wasn't particularly extensive.

  Chu Yang also knew that Du Shi Qing's downfall a few years later was also due to this matter of the Iron Cloud Nation. Later, it was unclear what happened, but the illness of the Iron Cloud Nation's ruler was exposed, and it turned out that Du Shi Qing had poisoned him several years ago.

  This incident caused a huge stir over the next three days.

  Du Shi's emotions also erupted because of this matter, facing the accusations of heroes from all over the world, he acknowledged the fact and killed himself in shame. A generation of medical saints turned to dust.

  Or he was just a doctor, or there were some things that he had no choice but to do, but having done it is still doing it.

  Chu Yang didn't have any special regret towards him, and he had deceived and used Du Shiqing all along the way without feeling any guilt. However, in these few days, it could be seen that this benevolent and kind-hearted person was not a bad guy at all.

  Or just let the two countries confront each other, each for its own sake.

  After all, he is a man of Great Zhao. In the end, it's possible that he was just made a sacrifice and became a tool used to appease the people after the gentle conquest of Tiejun Country by the Fifth Light...

  As for these eight knights, Chu Yang carefully observed and finally confirmed that among these eight people, there shouldn't be anyone from the Golden Horse Riders' Hall!

  It seems that these eight people are purely warriors and don't have any particularly deep motives. Moreover, their cultivation is not very high, they should all be around the fifth or sixth level of a warrior.

  Such a person would be more than enough to deal with ordinary little thieves, but if they wanted to deal with masters, it would be absolutely impossible. It seems that Du Shiqing was just a signboard. The real master is only the old man who drove the carriage.

  However, perhaps Du Shiqing himself is a master, but in either his past life or present life, no one has ever heard of this benevolent and sacred martial artist's skills being that high...

  "Chu Yang, how old are you?" Just as Chu Yang was silent, the mysterious old man who drove the carriage surprisingly walked over with a large pipe in hand and asked this question.

  "Sixteen." Chu Yang was now afraid that someone would talk to him, because of his sorrow... That was a disguise. What if he said too much and it was exposed?

  "Sixteen, huh... looks like you know a lot about men and women's affairs at a young age." The old man revealed a lewd smile, with his two rows of big yellow teeth gleaming brightly. But in his eyes, there was still a flash of sharpness that passed by, letting Chu Yang's sensitive nature discover that this old guy absolutely wasn't here to make small talk with him.

  "Ugh, this kind of thing is hard to explain clearly. To be honest, I'm still confused myself." Chu Yang sighed and said wistfully: "There are so many things in the world that are just quietly passing by, but once you lose them, they become etched in your memory forever, haha."

  "That's well said." The old man fell silent after hearing this, and only smiled faintly after a long while, saying: "It's always the calm and quiet ones that leave a lasting impression. It's late, go to sleep."

  After finishing the sentence, he sat down beside the bonfire, staring blankly at the dancing flames, not saying a word. The flickering firelight cast a reflection in his dim eyes, and for an instant, it seemed somewhat enchanting.

  This made Chuyang somewhat surprised. This old man was coming to test his bottom line for the last time, which Chuyang was very clear about, but why did he give up after saying such a sentence?

  After some careful thought, Chu Yang let out a sigh. 'It's only in the calm and peaceful moments that it becomes etched in one's memory.' These words, it turned out, weren't just casual remarks.

  Just like in the past, I and Mo Qingwu had been through many earth-shattering events together, but after her passing, what involuntarily came to my mind were those ordinary warmth, those quiet gentleness that lingered on my heart for a long time.

  Not those so-called big things!

  Who hasn't had their youth?

  "Ah, who hasn't had a youth..." Chu Yang was thinking this when he suddenly heard the old man mutter something that coincidentally matched his own thoughts. They exchanged a stunned glance, and the old man turned around to look at him with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

  "Hey old man, you can't be young again; it's already winter on this side." The knight leader held up a wine pouch and laughed loudly, taking a big swig.

  The other seven knights burst out laughing.

  The old man grunted, and suddenly the tobacco pipe popped, a spark flew out, and it actually fell straight into the wine pouch that the big man had just moved away from his mouth.

  There was still more than half a bottle of wine in the wineskin. This tiny spark flew in and suddenly, with a loud bang, flames shot up several feet high. The knight's head was momentarily careless, and his hair in front was burned off by half. For a moment, a smell of scorched pig trotters wafted out.

  "Unable to hold it in, he let out a loud shout and angrily said: 'Old man Gao, are you serious?'"

  The old man grunted and walked away slowly with his back bent, carrying a pipe.

  The knight spat out a mouthful of saliva and watched him walk away with a sullen expression, but didn't dare to speak again.

  Chu Yang's eyes suddenly narrowed, looking at the distant figure of Old Man Gao's hunched back, a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

  Old Gao thought it looked simple, but Chu Yang knew it was extremely difficult. The wine in the half-full wine sack weighed at least three or four catties, and even if a fire torch were thrown into it, it would be extinguished immediately. How could this small spark possibly ignite it?

  This requires eyesight, timing and grasp, as well as strong power to support; these are not what Chu Yang is most afraid of.

  What he dreaded most was that this clearly had flame control ability in it! If you can't control the flames, you can't do it at all! But flame control ability... This is the ultimate skill of the Three Star Holy Clan!

  Holy tribe?

  Back to the old house to plant wheat. Planting wheat, for some reason, a joke suddenly popped up in my mind and I laughed foolishly for half a day: I planted small wheat in the ground, next year I harvested a lot of small wheat; I planted corn in the ground, next year I harvested a lot of corn; if I plant my girlfriend in the ground...