There was a part of history that was almost forgotten.
During the Tianbao Era, the An Lushan Rebellion broke out. The Tang Dynasty sent Anxi's elite troops to the mainland to quell the rebellion.
Due to the main force being shifted internally, the Anxi army that was left behind was besieged by hundreds of thousands of Tibetan troops. However, they were still able to defend the western region alone for decades. At this point, only Qiuci and Xizhou had not fallen.
And the last Anxi Protector-General who had led the lone army of Anxi to defend the Western Regions for several decades had been the last Anxi Protector-General.
It was the nephew of the famous general Guo Ziyi, Guo Xin!
In the past few decades, the once heroic young soldiers had become white-haired.
Even more difficult was that because the Hexi Corridor and Longyou that connected Anxi and Guanzhong had been occupied by Tubo, the Anxi army had lost contact with the Imperial Court in these years.
In such a difficult situation.
The Anxi army gathered their own rations, contacted the nearby minority tribes for assistance, and resolved all their own problems.
He had withstood wave after wave of the enemy's attacks.
Defend the Western Regions for the Great Tang for half a century!
This group of lonely soldiers guarding the Western Regions thousands of miles away did not receive any reinforcements from the imperial court in their entire lives.
Because all communications had been cut off, no one even knew when the last stronghold of the Anxi army, Qiuci City, had fallen.
What Xuan Jie Heng transmitted to Yue Heng was precisely the scene of the Anxi army defending the city alone!
It was the majestic aura that existed for all eternity!
No one knew who the real owner of the weapon in Yue Heng's hand was.
Only the word "Xuan Jie" on the hilt could prove his identity.
What it contained was a fierce iron blood, an eternal noble spirit!
Now, his true colors could be seen.
The blade was no longer dull, and the gap on the blade had disappeared. The sharp and cold aura was oppressive.
A line of blood extended from the tip of the blade to the hilt, hidden under the cold light of the metal.
Holding the saber in his hand, it was as if he could cut through the heavens!
This was the most direct spiritual experience that Xuan Jie Heng brought to Yue Heng.
Perhaps it was because he had withstood the test of the weapon's willpower, but he found that he and Xuan Jie Hengdao were connected by flesh and blood. The degree of compatibility was far beyond his expectations.
Under normal circumstances, in order to unleash the full power of a non-exclusive mystical item, the wielder would have to persevere and slowly increase their compatibility with the mystical item.
Until he completely grasped it.
This was a long-term process, and it could only be done when the attributes were compatible.
Yue Heng was able to activate the power contained in the Xuan Jie Heng Blade the moment he touched it.
Mystical items chose their masters.
It meant that they were fated to be together!
Yue Heng stood up and waved his hand. The blade silently cut through the air, swift and fierce.
Clang!
He flicked his finger on the blade, and the blade responded with a sound that tugged at his heartstrings.
Yue Heng knew that it was thirsting for battle!
There must be a chance.
Yue Heng stroked the saber with his palm and let the blade cut across his palm, staining it with a touch of dark red.
In the blink of an eye, his blood was completely absorbed by the blade.
The blood line in the middle of the blade became conspicuous.
Yue Heng's compatibility with Xuan Jie's blade was improved by the blood sacrifice.
Although it wasn't perfect.
But now, he could unleash at least seventy percent of this artifact's power.
Yue Heng was extremely satisfied.
In his previous life, he was not only a Level Nine Mechanic Master, but also a Saber Master.
Inside the Wargod Mech's standard weapons.
There was a Battleship Slicing Blade.
But at that time, Yue Heng didn't have a saber-type mystical item that was completely compatible with him.
This Xuan Jie Heng Blade was too suitable for him.
Yue Heng wouldn't trade it for even one billion!
He called the hotel's service desk and asked someone to send up a brand new white cotton towel.
Then, he wiped the Xuan Jie Heng Blade clean.
Finally, he put the blade back into the scabbard.
The scabbard wasn't a mystical item and didn't have any special functions.
And because of its age, it couldn't be used anymore.
It could only be stored as a collection.
Yue Heng planned to make a new scabbard when he went back to protect the Xuan Jie Heng Blade.
At this time, he realized that the sky outside was already dark.
Yue Heng put the Xuan Jie Heng Blade back into the wooden box and went downstairs to look for food.
He was ready to reward himself.
However, when he walked out of the room, he inexplicably thought of Ma Haocheng's face.
That face was haggard from the pressure of life.
The face of a middle-aged man who was helpless and wanted to struggle!
Yue Heng let out a long breath.
He turned back to the room, took his handbag, and left.
Ten minutes later, Yue Heng once again appeared in front of the gate of the San Fu District.
He ignored the fat uncle in the sentry booth and went straight to Building 3.
He went upstairs and knocked on the door of Room 502.
The person who opened the door was a twelve or thirteen year old girl.
She timidly asked Yue Heng, "Who are you looking for?"
Yue Heng saw at a glance that Ma Haocheng was kneeling on the floor of the small living room with his head down. His father, Ma Minde, had a red face and a walking stick in his hand.
And the walking stick was tightly held by an old auntie. Next to her stood a middle-aged woman in tears.
Without a doubt, Ma Haocheng's theft of the family heirloom was exposed!
Yue Heng also saw stacks of cash on the coffee table in front of Ma Haocheng.
"I'm looking for your father and grandfather."
Yue Heng's sudden appearance surprised Ma Haocheng and Ma Minde.
Ma Haocheng hurriedly stood up and asked, "Mr. Yue, why are you here?"
"I regret it."
Yue Heng walked into the room and nodded to Ma Minde, "Mr. Ma, we meet again."
Ma Haocheng was stunned, "You want to return the goods?"
Then didn't he get beaten up for nothing?
"I'm not returning the goods."
Yue Heng said, "What I regret is that I didn't give enough."
He put the handbag he was carrying on the coffee table, "There's still eight hundred thousand in here. It's all for you."
Although Jin City was a provincial capital, the housing prices were not very expensive.
If one didn't pursue quality, this amount of money was enough to buy a new house for a mistress.
Not only Ma Haocheng.
Ma Minde and his family were all dumbfounded.
They couldn't believe their ears.
They had only heard of the seller raising the price. They had never seen the buyer take the initiative to raise the price, especially when the transaction was completed.
Was Yue Heng crazy?
Ma Haocheng stuttered, "Mr., Mr. Yue, what, what are you doing?"
"I'm asking for a peace of mind."
Yue Heng smiled and said, "I hope Mr. Ma won't beat you again."
At this time, a little boy came out from behind the middle-aged woman next to him.
He looked at Yue Heng curiously.
Yue Heng saw that he was quite clever.
He couldn't help but reach out and rub the boy's head, "Study hard and be filial to your elders in the future."
The little boy was shy and quickly hid in his mother's arms.
"Goodbye."
Yue Heng turned around and prepared to leave.
"Wait."
Ma Minde suddenly stopped him, "Don't go yet!"
The old man seemed to have lost all his spirit. There was an indescribable gray on his face.
He went to his room with crutches and soon came back with a wooden box.
He handed it to Yue Heng, "Take it with you. It's a set with that one. I don't want to owe anyone."
The wooden box was not big.
Yue Heng knew it when he opened it.
What was inside was also a miraculous item!
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