Changping is located on the western border of the Great Qin Dynasty.

The entire Changping has been empty, half a month ago, all the people here were evacuated, in fact, it is said to be evacuated, but even if it is not arranged, the people in Changping will take the initiative to leave.

It's just that they took the initiative to go, which was considered a flight, and they were arranged to evacuate, which was a strategic retreat.

Although the final result is the same, the meaning is very different, even if the Great Qin Dynasty has reached the point of being embattled, it still needs to be decent.

In Changping, the people who live now are the Northern Manchu army of the Great Qin Dynasty.

In the Great Qin Dynasty, most of the soldiers were organized into four armies.

The Eastern Difficult Army, the Western Army, the Southern Yuan Army, and the Northern Manchu Army.

This is the so-called rare fulfillment.

Such a system has continued to this day for hundreds of years.

At night, the whole Changping is still brightly lit.

Inside the city, 50,000 soldiers, 20,000 soldiers outside the city, and there are 300 spies and 18 secret posts in the front line.

Compared with other fronts, Changping also has a feature that is not known to outsiders.

It was also a grain and grass concentration camp on all fronts in the west.

Excellent geographical location, coupled with strict defense, Changping is not only a place for soldiers to fight, but also the best place to reserve grain and grass.

There are still a lot of talents in the Great Qin Dynasty, coupled with Xuanyuan Jiuzhong's character, he has always been the kind of person who is suspicious and does not need to be suspicious, such as the previous Bai Lu Fei, who has a lot of power in his hands, he has never worried about whether Bai Lu Fei will suddenly rebel one day, it seems that in his world, everyone is under his control, so this cannot be regarded as how virtuous he is, it can only be said that this is an extremely conceited person.

The general of the Northern Manchurian Army is also a person who came out of the Tianji Pavilion.

Wang Yao, a triple master, although his cultivation is not very high, but since he can become the commander of the Northern Manchurian Army of the Great Qin Dynasty, he must have some strengths, otherwise, it is absolutely impossible to get the weight of Xuanyuan Nine.

Don't talk about the Great Qin Dynasty, even in the huge Lingwu world, no one will think that Xuanyuan Jiuzhong is a straw bag, if anyone says this, it will definitely become the biggest joke, not the sentence that came out, but the person who said it.

Many people have said before that even if Xuanyuan Jiuzhong is not a strong immortal cultivator and does not stand at the peak of the martial arts of the Lingwu world, his imperial technique is also very good at cultivation.

Wang Yao's son, Wang Xiao, was also thrown into the Tianji Pavilion.

As for whether he really wants his son to get experience in the Tianji Pavilion and seek a good official position in the Great Qin Dynasty in the future, or whether he wants to show loyalty to Xuanyuan Jiuzhong in this way, it is not known to others, only Wang Yao himself knows in his heart, but this is harmless, after all, even if there is no relationship at this level, Wang Yao will still be loyal to the Great Qin Dynasty and Xuanyuan Jiuzhong, this is a very easy person to be content, he feels that he can live like this, it is already very good.

If Wang Yao really has any extravagant thoughts, he probably hopes that he will live in an era of peace.

Although he was not afraid of death, and the soldiers of the Great Qin Dynasty would not be afraid of death, who really wanted to die? Anyway, Wang Yao did not want to die.

Of course, since I am a general, it is not a big deal to encounter these situations now.

A long, long time ago, Xuanyuan Jiuzhong once said that soldiers are born to throw their heads and spill blood on the battlefield, and real soldiers, even if they really sacrifice their lives for the country, the undead will form the national fortune of the dynasty and keep the dynasty prosperous.

Whether this is really the case, of course, no one knows.

In a few alleys behind Changping, there was also a strange old man.

Age, probably in his seventies, old and dizzy, demented, dull-eyed, on earth, it is typical of Alzheimer's severe.

Before, the soldiers of the Great Qin Dynasty also wanted to move the old man away, but the old man said that he was unwilling, if the soldiers used tough means, the old man would hit the wall with his head, bent on seeking death, and in desperation, the old man stayed, after all, there were no children and no daughters, even if he really left here and went to a new place, it was not a simple matter to survive, not to mention, there was no one who ran for a few years, even if he really died in Changping, it was not a big deal.

The old man's hair was as white as snow, but it was still wrapped into a ponytail, and his hands were embroidered with flowers, and he had pierced his hands many times.

In front of her, sat a man who looked only in his forties.

"Who is this going to embroider for?" asked Wang Yao with a smile.

"A man, I just don't know, has he ever lived with me!" said the old man with a smile, and when he didn't speak, his mouth deflated because he didn't have the support of his teeth.

Wang Yao asked, "Why haven't you married for so many years?"

"Wait for him!" The old man has always been a crazy woman in Changping's mouth, and today is a rare sobriety.

Of course, it's only relatively sober.

Wang Yao looked at the candlestick on the table and the small flames that kept beating, and the expression on his face still looked calm.

In fact, those people in the North Manchurian army were a little difficult to understand Wang Yao's thoughts, why they didn't live in the barracks or other big mansions, but they had to live in this crazy woman's house.

Wang Yao did not explain to others, or he was unwilling to explain.

"Your hand is broken again. Wang Yao said suddenly.

The old man ignored him.

"Why don't you want to leave Changping?" said Wang Yao, "Didn't anyone tell you before? There is going to be a war here, and if we don't hold this place, the enemy will rush in, and when the time comes, maybe they will kill you." ”

"He said, you want to pick me up!" The old man suddenly raised his head and looked at Wang Yao, his eyes were a little sloppy, "If I leave, he won't be able to find me when he comes here." ”

"He's not coming. Wang Yao said, "If he really wanted to come, he would have come a long time ago." ”

The old man was furious.

She stood up, her hand outstretched, trembling.

"You talk nonsense! Get out of here!"

Raising his voice and saying such a thing seemed to be a physical task for the old man, and before he finished speaking, he supported the table with one hand, panting, and coughed several times in a row.

Wang Yao stood up and injected a trace of aura into the old man's body.

"He's not coming back. Wang Yao continued.

The old man coughed even more fiercely, coupled with his anger, he couldn't speak, and he became more and more anxious.

Wang Yao sighed: "He will come back, he will definitely pick you up." ”

Only then did the old man turn his anger into joy.

Like a child, he was angry just now, but now his face is full of joy.

In his eyes, he revealed joy.

After sitting down again, Wang Yao asked, "Do you remember your name?"

"......" the old man thought for a while, "it seems to be called a jade ......"

"Song Qiyu. Wang Yao said, "I still remember." ”

The old man looked at Wang Yao with wide eyes, a little incredulous: "Yes, yes, my name is Song Qiyu, how do you know?"

Wang Yao did not speak.

After a while, he continued: "The man you were waiting for, if you hadn't saved him, he might have died, right? He walked out from here and went to the imperial city, saying that when he broke out of the world in the imperial city, he would definitely come back, and he would pick you up in a sedan chair, but he still didn't come back. ”

Wang Yao smiled bitterly and said: "That man, when he arrived in the imperial city, he was indeed a little capable, and he was valued, and he was recruited by a second-grade official at that time as a son-in-law, and he also stayed in the capital, and he never came back. ”

Wang Yao looked at the old man and said, "You say, do you still need to wait for him?"

The female red in the old man's hand slowly put it down.

She looked at Wang Yao, first expressionless, and then smiled.

"Actually, I forgot his appearance and name. The old man said.

"The first time I saw it...... When did it come?"

"In the seventy-sixth year of Yuanxiang, heavy snow fell. A golden light suddenly flashed in the old man's eyes.

"Yes, I forgot about ......" Wang Yao smiled bitterly.

The old man still had a chuckle on her face, her pupils slowly dilated, and when the last bit of strength was withdrawn, she finally closed her eyes and leaned forward.

Wang Yao took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand, and caught the old man.

He stretched out his hand and gently picked up the old man, and the white ponytail fell vertically.

Wang Yao walked forward, his ponytail dangling, like a swing when he was a child.

Wobbly, Wobbly......

"Isn't it too late to pick you up now?" Wang Yao said softly.

In the room, there was a coffin that had already been prepared, and every old man in the Great Qin Dynasty would prepare a pair when he was old, and put it on the cabinet without falling to the ground.

Now, it's on the ground.

Helped the old man wipe his body briefly, changed into a suit of clothes, closed the coffin, carried it, walked to the hillside behind Changping, smashed a deep pit with a knife, and slowly put the coffin in.

The tombstone is a wooden plaque, and Wang Yao carved the words with his fingers.

The tomb of my wife, Wang Yaoli.

Standing in front of the grave, he was silent for a long time, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"You, you, it's better to forget everything......" Wang Yao said.

He probably didn't know that there was such a poem: How forgetful you are when you are old, but you don't forget to be lovesick.

Suddenly, under the hillside, there was a horse whistle.

"Wait, I'll take a look, if I'm unlucky, maybe I'll be able to catch up with you." Wang Yao said with a smile.

After speaking, he turned around, and the long knife in his hand shone with a golden glow.

With a murderous look on one's face!

In the darkness of the night, countless feathered arrows flowed in the night.

Suddenly, above the arrow, another flame ignited.

"Not good!" Wang Yao's pupils contracted suddenly, "Attention, don't let it set fire to Changping!"

After saying this, he took the lead, and a spiritual energy burst out of his body, fused with the wind, and scattered a part of the rocket in front of him.

(Today's 3rd update)