It's no wonder that the Venerable Zuo Mansion is worried and cautious, but it is true that the current Wanze Realm can no longer withstand any changes, and faintly, the war spirit who was imprisoned in the Elixir Garden by the Wanze Realm to cultivate rare elixirs has become the last reliance of everyone, which is quite ridiculous to say, but no one present can laugh, this is the case, they are also helpless.

After coming out of the big tent, Cheng Xiaoxi went straight to Wang Yue's residence, for no other reason than to talk to the master. The war spirit said that with its current cultivation, it is not the opponent of the Holy Venerable at all, and before it was imprisoned, it was still able to deal with the Holy Venerable, but now it has been trapped for many years, and half of the spiritual power on its body has been drawn out for cultivating elixir, if it is really against the Holy Venerable, I am afraid that it will be defeated in an instant.

Thinking of this, Cheng Xiaoxi didn't know how to feel, it was also caused by cause and effect, if he hadn't tricked the war spirit back then and imprisoned him in the depths of the elixir garden, he wouldn't be in such a desperate situation now, but if he hadn't done this back then, how could there be so many cultivators in the Wanze Realm now, and the barrenness of the southern frontier would have been swallowed up by the temple long ago......

"Alas!"

Seeing that the boy who was twelve or thirteen years old was now taller and taller than himself, Wang Yue couldn't help but sigh lightly, the little apprentice was with his father, and this appearance was like a mold carving. Thinking of this, he thought of the outstanding young man back then, how high-spirited he was at that time, but the sky did not care, but he didn't expect that in a short period of time, the family would experience great changes, and now I don't know how he is doing in the family.

Rubbing his eyes, Wang Yue turned around and took the teapot, and in a blink of an eye, he poured a cup for his apprentice, and then he lay down on the seat, only the heavy gasping sound showed the violent fluctuations in his heart.

Cheng Xiaoxi took a sip of the teacup, and then talked to the master, from the beginning of his entry into southern Xinjiang, to the later senior brother took him to drill the elixir garden, and then to the two of them to eat "feng shui fish" and so on, a series of pictures as if they were yesterday, as if they had just happened.

Wang Yue listened carefully to the memories of the little apprentice, sometimes laughing, sometimes silent, both of them knew very well in their hearts that the current time of stability was not long, and when the Holy Venerable came out, Wan Ze would definitely fall apart, and the master and apprentice shouldered their respective missions, and they would eventually embark on different paths.

"Master, go and rest, the apprentice will retreat. ”

An hour later, Cheng Xiaoxi finally finished his story, looked at the wrinkles on Master's slightly chubby face, smiled, and then got up to say goodbye.

Wang Yue sent him to the door, watching the breeze blowing the young man's long hair, a smile subconsciously appeared on his face, "In the future, Master hopes that you can uphold your true heart, the reason why I haven't taught you anything all these years is because Master found that there is nothing to teach you at all, Xiaoxi, you are really extraordinary......"

Back at the residence, He Fatzi had been waiting in the tent for a long time, seeing that his junior brother had something on his mind, he was just like back then, the corners of his mouth were grinning, his fat hands were spread, and a dark red fruit was handed over, "Taste it, the last batch of fruits in the elixir garden may not be eaten in the future." ”

After taking the spiritual fruit with the inner and fragrant aura, Cheng Xiaoxi did not twist it, and immediately took a bite of it, as if he wanted to vent his anger in his heart, and when he raised his head again, He Fatzi pointed at his face and laughed.

Cheng Xiaoxi casually put the half-eaten fruit on the table, then looked at the fat senior brother, and said seriously: "Senior brother, if the Holy Venerable is out, what about you?"

He Fatzi put away his smile, his face was entangled and changed for a while, and finally turned into indifferent and said: "What else, I was born and raised here, I can't run away!"

Hearing this, Cheng Xiaoxi was silent for a long time, he opened the curtain, looked at the good world outside the window, looked at it, and suddenly turned around and said: "Senior brother, what the Holy Venerable asks for is nothing more than the war spirit, if I take the war spirit away......"

As soon as He Fatzi heard half of it, he suddenly became excited, and he shouted loudly: "Senior brother, don't mention this matter again, my Wanze Realm has long had the heart of death, even if the Holy Venerable is invincible in the world, I don't want to succeed easily!"

Cheng Xiaoxi looked at the fat that trembled when his senior brother spoke, and for a while he felt that he was inexplicably cute, he nodded and said softly: "Don't mention it." ”

On the second day, the sun was still as bright as new, the barracks were rejuvenated, the sergeants began a new day's work, the recruits roared and practiced the art of fighting, the veterans set up wooden fences to resist horses, and sometimes there were groups of patrol guards shouting loud slogans to shuttle among them, and the picture was indescribably harmonious and beautiful.

On the high slope next to the camp, Cheng Xiaoxi and the War Spirit stood here, he glanced affectionately in the direction of the station, then turned around and said respectfully to the War Spirit: "Senior, let's go!"

The war spirit slashed the ground under its claws, then rolled in its throat and let out a low whine, and the man and beast quietly departed without alarming anyone.

Descending the high slope, Cheng Xiaoxi avoided the Southern Army and headed straight to the west, where there was a back deep in his heart.

Two hours later, Cheng Xiaoxi bypassed the swamp and came to the edge of the Tuojiang River, which was the last stop for their group to escape from the Central Plains, and it was also the place where He Fatzi's grandfather, He Jianming, the dean of the Southern Xinjiang Academy, fought for the last time.

The Tuojiang River in front of him is still flowing as before, the rolling river is surging, Cheng Xiaoxi has been watching it for a long, long time, and it seems to have hooked his soul here, and he didn't come back to his senses until the war spirit urged him.

He glanced apologetically at the War Spirit, then crouched on its back, the afterglow sweeping the water splashing high in the river, his eyes narrowed, and his hands wrapped tightly around the War Spirit's neck.

"Let go, let go! Just cross the river, how can you be so nervous!"

The neck of the war spirit was strangled by Cheng Xiaoxi, and he suddenly felt difficult to breathe, it shook its body while complaining, Cheng Xiaoxi was shaken a few times, and immediately felt dizzy and swollen, he was just about to speak, but his body suddenly leaned back, but it was the war spirit with four claws kicked, and it flew directly to the surface of the river. With the sound of the wind whirring in his ears, Cheng Xiaoxi hurriedly grabbed the fur around the neck of the war spirit, and his legs clamped the war spirit's stomach tightly, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already reached the other side of the Tuojiang River.

"Hurry down!"

Under the vicious gaze of the war spirit, Cheng Xiaoxi jumped down very embarrassed, not entangled in Fang Cai's own embarrassment, he turned around and looked to the other side, "Goodbye Nanjiang, goodbye master, senior brother, goodbye grandfather, grandmother......"

The war spirit was originally resentful, but when it saw Cheng Xiaoxi like this, it immediately disappeared, it rubbed its body into a stream, and then said in a low voice: "Let's go!"

Cheng Xiaoxi glanced behind him again, then took a step and walked towards the shore, and after a hundred and ten steps, he came to the place where He Jianming turned to fight, and a small tree near the river bank attracted his attention. After a few careful looks, Cheng Xiaoxi's body moved, and then he ran towards the small tree, and when he got closer, he finally couldn't help but shed tears.

I saw that under the small tree, a lonely grave was piled up with stones, and there was no tombstone or trace of mourning, obviously no one cared about it. Directly in front of the tomb, a bright long sword was inserted into the ground, Cheng Xiaoxi knelt in front of the long sword, his hands carefully stroked the hilt of the sword, and his mind kept repeating the figure of He Jianming holding the long sword and rushing towards the enemy.

On the long loess, a sad voice sounded: "Dean, the student has come to see you......

Life is like this, nine times out of ten, Cheng Xiaoxi has experienced life and death many times since he became sensible, and because of this, he attaches more importance to feelings.

The war spirit couldn't see emotion in its eyes, and it didn't know if it understood Cheng Xiaoxi's grief, it just stood quietly aside, waiting for Cheng Xiaoxi to come out.

Cheng Xiaoxi took a handful of loess and sprinkled it on the grave, then knelt on his knees and bowed nine times, "The dean is above, please accept the students' bow!"

......

After the scene by the river, Cheng Xiaoxi's mood was even more sluggish, and he didn't even say a word after half a day, and the war spirit understood his misery in his heart, so he didn't bother him silently, and one man and one beast silently crossed the mountains and mountains, and continued to move towards the north.

At sunset, they were on top of a barren mountain, inaccessible to the people, and Cheng Xiaoxi could only find a place to take refuge at will, and as for the war spirit, it was even simpler, it was a natural beast, so the environment was obviously more leisurely than in the human world.