Two months.

Even for Shentu City, who thinks that he has not long to live and will enter the ground at any time, two months is not too long, let alone Shentu Heng, who is in the prime of life and at the peak?

Two months was just a blink of an eye for him.

But now these two months are extremely long for Shen Tuheng.

Shen Tucheng could fully understand this nephew's thoughts.

Since the founding of the empire, these martial arts forces have been imprisoned for dozens of nearly a hundred years, this is a long period of time, during this time, there are old people who have passed away, and new people have been born, for the Shentu clan of Yuheng, this time has passed several eras.

Time can wear everything out.

Some people gradually become numb in despair day after day, year after year, and finally become depraved and willingly sunk.

Such people are found in the major martial arts forces, and they are also common in the Shentu clan, they are one of the richest and most powerful martial arts inheritances in the empire, but now, there are nearly three hundred adult men and women in the village, and less than half of them are more than SS level in strength.

It's not that their talent is poor, it's not that their inheritance is poor, in fact, as long as they are willing to work hard, with the strong inheritance of the Shentu lineage, no matter how bad these people's talent is, they can reach the minimum threshold of SS+ at the worst.

They just slacked off.

In the monotonous life of day after day, there is no hope and I slack off.

For these people, it doesn't matter whether they can leave this small village or not, it is naturally good to be able to get out, but if they really can't get out, they don't have the strength to complain about anything.

But in the same way, there are people who are always ambitious and waiting for opportunities, they have never relaxed their demands on themselves, they are extremely eager to go out of the outside world, to get out of this village and see it.

Shen Tuheng is the representative of these people.

Ironically, Shen Tuheng's father is a representative of another group of people.

Shen Tu Heng's father, Shen Tu Lie, is Shen Tu Cheng's younger brother.

My brother.

And he is the most talented person in the Shentu clan of Yuheng in recent decades, and even much better than the talent of Shentu City.

To this day, Shen Tu Cheng still clearly remembers that if according to the current power level, Shen Tu Lie was only thirty-one years old when he broke through to the Earthquake Level Supreme.

A thirty-one-year-old earth-shaking master.

In the absence of the Xuanyuan lineage's peak method and balance method, how many world-shaking masters of this age can there be?

At least in the last few decades, not counting Lin Xuanyuan and Xuanyuan Qinghuan, there is only one person who has such an achievement, and that is the emperor!

And the emperor's earth-shaking level was also piled up by the genetic medicine of the Atlas clan.

In Shen Tu Cheng's heart, Shen Tu Lie's talent is definitely no worse than that of the emperor.

The emperor's breakthrough to the earthquake level relied on genetic drugs, which seemed to be a trick, but Shentu Lie's breakthrough to the earthquake level was also because the inheritance of the Shentu clan was stronger than that of the imperial family at that time.

The two are inseparable.

When Shen Tu Lie broke through to become the Supreme, Shen Tu Cheng was already thirty-five years old.

At that time, Shentu City had just barely stepped into the X-level realm, and the gap between the two brothers could be said to be clear at a glance.

At that time, everyone thought that Shentu Lie would be the hope of the Shentu clan and would also become the patriarch of the next generation of the Shentu clan, but what about the facts?

Shen Tu Cheng became a supreme at the age of forty, and at that time, what was the strength of the thirty-six-year-old Shen Tu Lie?

Quasi-X-class!

Yes, quasi-X-class.

In just a few years, Shen Tu Lie, who could not see hope, became weaker and weaker, and his state declined at a stunned rate, falling from the Supreme to the X level, and then to the quasi-X level, and in the end, Shen Tu Lie did not survive his forty-fifth birthday, and died depressed.

Shen Tu Cheng remembered that his younger brother was quite normal before he died, but at that time, the most outstanding genius of the Shen Tu Clan in decades, he couldn't even lift his sword before he died.

How sad?

Shen Tuheng was different from his father.

Different experiences have different tempers.

Shen Tuheng, who is not yet forty years old this year, has never walked out of the village, and the world he grew up in has only this village, and the few poor crops at the entrance of the village, but relatively speaking, his generation is relatively lucky, because although they have never walked out of here, their parents still have some knowledge from outside.

And even more fortunately, not all of their generation did not leave.

After all, one of them left the village and followed the head of the empire's most powerful family.

So more or less, they know some of the outside world, the world with high-rise buildings, red lights, brilliant lights, beautiful mountains and rivers and smooth roads.

For those of them who have been trapped in the village since birth, everything outside is paradise.

Shen Tuheng has always wanted to go out and have a look.

Can't wait to get out.

So even in the days when there was no hope before, he was never confused, as long as he believed, there was always hope.

Shen Tuheng has always believed in himself.

He believed that sooner or later he would become invincible.

At that time, he can go out openly and enjoy the outside world of flowers.

So he's been working on it.

In countless sleepless nights, he was angry, disappointed, hateful, and expectant, all of which became his motivation, making him train himself frantically and make him stronger.

What Shen Tu Cheng admires most is Shen Tu Heng's madness that will do anything to get out of this cage.

When Shen Tu Yue successfully left here, Shen Tu Cheng felt that Shen Tu Yue's generation was the generation with the most hope to leave here, or rather, the last hope of the Shen Tu clan of Yuheng.

Because he knew very well that when the generation of them, who had seen the outside world, died, and when the outside world had changed from expectation to unknown, the motivation of these people of the Shentu clan to leave here would become less and less.

Maybe after two generations, the Shentu clan will completely give up the idea of leaving, will abandon the martial arts they have inherited for hundreds of years, and they will become like ordinary people.

And then in a few decades, when everyone, including themselves, forgets the glory of the Yuheng Shentu clan, they may be allowed to leave to see the outside world, and then struggle at the bottom of society.

Is it just the Shentu clan at that time, or the Shentu clan today?

Shen Tu Cheng did not want to see such a situation.

If that's the case, he's dead, and he can't even look at it.

Yuheng's Shentu clan should not be like that.

They should stand at the apex of the martial arts, stand on the heights of this world, and make the Shentu clan more and more brilliant!

For countless years, Shen Tucheng didn't know if he had missed any opportunities, but this time, he decided not to remain silent.

"It's only been two months, can't you stand it?"

Shen Tu Cheng looked at Shen Tu Heng, whose face had become distorted and hideous again, and said softly.

Shen Tuheng gritted his teeth and crunched, unable to speak for a while.

He can't stand it!

I really can't stand it!

His dream since he was a child was to leave here and see the outside world of flowers, all his efforts were for this dream, and now he was about to go out, only to be told that he would have to wait for two months.

Two months, sixty days!

What happens in the meantime?

There are many dreams at night, sixty days, which is enough to produce countless variables.

And even if nothing happens in the end, Shen Tuheng can't wait, during this time, Shen Tuheng doesn't have the confidence to control himself not to think nonsense, in this two months, he feels that he will even be tortured and crazy.

The pain of hope being in front of you but having to wait for it has not been experienced in person, and it is impossible to empathize with it.

"Two months!Why two months?!"

Shen Tuheng gritted his teeth and asked, "We have made all the preparations!"

"But Kyushu City is not ready yet. ”

Shen Tucheng shook his head and sighed: "The God of War King has just returned to China, it is said that he has not woken up from a coma and his serious injuries have not healed, he must take care of his injuries before the top of the empire will let you out, this is not only the meaning of the royal family, even the southwest faction has decided so." ”

"I knew that the Empire still didn't trust us. ”

Shen Tuheng sneered, took a deep breath, and waved his fist fiercely, his eyes were red, and his face became more and more hideous: "But I'm not reconciled! Two months, how can I survive? I can survive so many years, but uncle, you know, these two months are completely different from before, different !!."

"Of course I do. ”

Shen Tucheng laughed: "So I'm not reconciled. ”

Shen Tuheng's body shook suddenly, staring at Shen Tuheng deadly, with strong longing and expectation in his eyes: "Uncle, you have a way, right? You have a way to make us go out earlier, right? A week, even if it's a day in advance, uncle, do you have a way?"

Shen Tu Cheng looked at the almost pleading gaze in Shen Tu Heng's eyes, his heart was sour for no reason, he clenched his fists fiercely, and said slowly: "It is not impossible for you to go out early, but there are some specific conditions to be met, first, it is to let Lin Xuanyuan's injuries heal as soon as possible, or, let the war on the border of the empire break out early." ”

Shen Tuheng's lips moved, and his eyes gradually darkened.

Let Lin Xuanyuan's injuries heal as soon as possible?

They can't do this kind of thing at all, although they are the top martial arts inheritance, they are trapped here all day long, they don't have any family background at all, and they can't help Lin Xuanyuan at all.

As for letting the war break out early?

Shen Tuheng smiled bitterly, it was even more difficult than letting Lin Xuanyuan heal directly.

"You go first, let me think. ”

Shen Tucheng was silent for a while, then suddenly waved his hand and said calmly.

Shen Tuheng bowed deeply and turned to leave.

Outside the door, the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

As Shen Tu Heng moved, a large piece of mud splashed directly on his trouser leg.

Shen Tucheng's eyes became more and more silent, and he was silent for a while before slowly getting up from his seat, getting up and entering the house, and closing his door with his hand.

There was no electricity in the village, and when the door was closed, the whole house was pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers.

Shen Tucheng fumbled for a while, found a box of matches, and lit the small half of the candle on the table.

The flames flickered.

In the faint candlelight, Shen Tu Cheng, who was alone, smiled very clearly in the light.

His smile widened, but the resentment in his eyes was completely boiling.

It was a crazy smiling face that was even more resentful and twisted than Shen Tuheng, with endless mockery and ferocity.

He grinned silently and walked over to his bedside.

The floor inside the house was not tiled or bricked, but the same land as outside the village, and as the rain fell, the ground inside the house became extremely soft, and the whole house was filled with a smell of dampness and decay.

Shen Tucheng squatted down at the foot of his bed, stretched out his hand, and the old palm stabbed directly into the dirt on the floor.

His arms grew deeper, and he almost fell to the ground.

The old man groped carefully in the ground, and after touching for a long time, he frowned, and simply dug up the entire ground in front of him.

The mud pit on the ground was getting bigger and bigger, and the old man dug silently, and finally, when the ground turned into a mud pit about thirty centimeters in diameter, he finally found a pitch-black metal box from the edge of the mud pit.

His eyes narrowed slightly, but the slitted eyes shone with a sharp light brighter than the candlelight.

He took the box in his hand and slowly opened it, and the contents immediately caught his eye.

It was something that should never have been in a village, and even the vast majority of the people in this village had never seen it.

An instrument with a sci-fi texture!

It is extremely heavy, pitch black throughout, square, looking at the volume, it is not so much an instrument as a black brick, even larger than a brick.

The edges of this instrument that have been buried in the ground for an unknown amount of time are still densely flickering with signal lights, which shows that even if it has not been used for an unknown amount of time, the instrument is still in a working state.

At the top of the instrument were two silver dots of light smaller than sesame seeds, which seemed to be some kind of metal, and shimmered with a chilling cold light in the light of the candlelight.

The resentment in Shen Tucheng's eyes became heavier and heavier, and finally, without hesitation, he stretched out his hand and directly pressed a black button in the center of the instrument.