"Now that you're covered in bruises, have you ever thought about how to get back?" Although Jiang Jue was still talking to Changsheng, he didn't look at Changsheng again. Jiang Jue leaned against the roof beams a little tiredly, and his dim eyes fell through the delicate stained window at the top of the palace to the scenery outside the window.

Through this hollow window, you will never see the boundless night and soft moonlight. He suddenly remembered that a hundred years ago, when he leaned against the sword and faced the window, he seemed to see the same scene. In the blink of an eye, has he spent a hundred years in a daze?

"You are so gentle and considerate, do you still want to take me away with a flying sword?" Changsheng couldn't see the loss of consciousness, and he was still immersed in surprise. He wasn't surprised that Jiang Jue really found out about his injuries, he was surprised by what Jiang Jue meant. Anyone can see that this man is not curious, and of course he doesn't seem to be the nosy type, but when he says this, it seems that he intends to help him leave the Huarong Sect?

"Gentle and considerate?" will never answer the second half of Changsheng's words, he slowly sat up after hearing the first half of the sentence. The man jumped down from the beam and landed silently in front of Changsheng, he lowered his head and looked at him silently. After a long time, Jiang Jue gently hooked his thin lips, and his dark pupils were dyed with a complicated color.

"Perhaps, as you say, I was a gentle and considerate person before I lost my memory. Jiang Changsheng whispered, and there was a bit of indescribable meaning in his faint voice.

“…… Then I'm looking forward to meeting you before the amnesia. Forgive me, I can't imagine that your face can be gentle. If you say that you were once bohemian and arrogant, I might believe it. Changsheng couldn't help but let out a muffled laugh as he spoke, he didn't expect Jiang Jue to describe himself like this, and he "hissed" in pain when he smiled, obviously laughing too hard and pulling at the wound.

But there is no way, he really can't imagine the appearance of absolute gentleness, after all, this is too challenging to people's imagination. Jiang Jue has a handsome face, momentum and loneliness and indifference, no matter how you look at it, it is the type that rejects people thousands of miles away. The words gentle and considerate do not match him at all.

Seeing Changsheng laughing like this, he didn't say much, he just stretched out his hand to Changsheng, which was a tacit acquiescence to the matter of carrying Changsheng back to Qiongyuzong. However, Changsheng never grasped it, and he even sideways to avoid it.

"Don't come near me now. I feel like I'm almost laughing so hard that I might drop flowers again if you touch me. Changsheng said exaggeratedly while smiling. Of course, he was not mentally unstable because of laughter, he was sure that he had stabilized his realm and adjusted the spiritual power of his whole body during the previous retreat. However, today he was a little bit of a fool, before he was on the peak he not only spent all the spirit coins frantically, but also exhausted his spiritual power, he had no experience in cultivating the truth, and he was not sure if the spiritual power would be chaotic again in this case.

"You better take off the flying sword, and I'll stand up myself. "Changsheng really doesn't have that spirit control flying sword now, he even feels that he will fall from the air halfway through the flight. Originally, he planned to find a corner in Huarong Sect to rest for a while and then go back, but now that he would never take the initiative to help, he had no reason to refuse, because he didn't want to stay in Huarong Sect for a long time.

Jiang Jue watched in silence as Changsheng stood in front of the flying sword. Xu was too injured to move, Changsheng did not change the blood-soaked red robe, and the continuous blood spread in the cool breeze of the night, making the air stained with sweetness. I don't know if this blood is too familiar, or because he talked to Changsheng about the past in the hall just now, Jiang Jue suddenly remembered himself a long time ago, the self who did not have the false name of "the strongest person in the three thousand worlds".

He hadn't lied before. Compared with him now, the general a hundred years ago can probably be called gentle and considerate. Of course, Changsheng was not wrong, he was and did be arrogant.

Maybe no one in the Three Thousand Worlds would have imagined that he would be just a mortal until the age of the weak crown, a mortal who likes to travel through the Three Thousand Worlds, and a mortal who is casual but loves to fight. People in the world always think that Jiang will definitely be born with a rough fate, so he has developed such a strange temperament, but in fact, the truth is completely opposite.

At that time, the general was not called a general, he was born in a certain family on the edge of the small world, and his ancestors were all generals. And he also felt that he was more or less infected with the righteousness of his ancestors, the only difference was that he was unwilling to join the army. He even thought about why the monarchs of the small world were so idle, idle to fight for years after year. Instead of fighting between countries, these kings might as well devote themselves to cultivating the truth, and at least live for a few hundred more years. For generals, he is more willing to travel around the world to help others than to go to the battlefield to fight and kill the enemy.

He thought he would be so lazy and lazy to spend his life as he wanted, but this was all what he thought. While he was listening to music in other planes of the world, he received a message from his mother. He would never remember what he had heard that day, but he remembered what his mother had said. His mother said that his father had just died in battle, and his grandfather had already gone out to lead the army again.

In the past, Jiang was never willing to cultivate the truth, because he felt that life was too long and meaningless, because in the end, living was just doing what he had done and walking the path he had already walked, day after day, which was too boring and boring. And that time, he had the idea of cultivating for the first time, not to live for dozens or hundreds of years, but to be able to step on the flying sword and fly back to his plane, and he really did it.

After all, there are too many planes in Xiaoqian's world, and the plane where his parents are located is too remote, even if he rushes back overnight, it will take him seven days. I don't know if he was so angry that he wanted to do his best to do something. For seven days, it rained heavily on all planes, and when he was soaking wet and only one plane away from his home, he was struck by a sudden thunderbolt. For a moment, he even wondered if his life would end there, but he didn't die after all, because he was now a monk in the Foundation Realm.

And when he first stepped into the foundation building realm, he awakened a thunder talent that even he didn't know, and the baptism of thunder certainly brought him the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow, but it also gave him the power that the world dreams of.

Ten days had passed since he finally returned home. What does 10 days mean? It means that there is another piece of bad news in the family -- his grandfather has also died in the field. It's funny to say, the first thought that will never come to mind when he hears this is "It's time for me to go to war."

I will never know what my parents value most, and I will also know what my grandparents value most, but it is just the word "loyalty". Their family had received great favor from the king, so it was their duty and their honor to protect the king's territory. He is the eldest son in the family, but his parents have never restrained him for many years, and he has been idle for twenty years, which is probably enough.

So he took the blood-stained robe from his brother, and he went into battle. Maybe it was the power of the previous thunder that worked, or maybe the opponent was too light on the enemy and sent a weaker general, and he reaped the first big victory in his life. He still remembers the hot temperature of the blood on his face, and the king's actions when he helped him up after stepping into the palace.

On that day the king made a request in public, and the general unceremoniously asked a wild question, "Why should I fight for you?"

The king sat on the dragon chair and was not angry, but replied calmly: "The war did not start because of me, and you did not fight for me. You are for this world, the world that your ancestors have protected!"

After that day, he really fought for the land under him where his ancestors were buried, and he had nothing wrong with his promotion all the way to the knighthood. Jiang Jue thanked the king for his trust, thanked the king for taking care of his family, and Jiang Jue even thought that although today's life was not what he originally wanted, it was not against his heart to help the crisis and protect the people behind him.

Every time he returned to the city, he could definitely feel his increased cultivation, he could hear the cheers of the people, and he could also see the gentle gaze of his mother. He thought: So be it, there is nothing wrong with fighting on the battlefield until you die.

It wasn't until the war broke out again that year, when he met another king who was famous on the battlefield, that he realized that what he had experienced was nothing more than a deception.

A hundred years later, the enemy king's real name is long buried in history, but he is now known as ...... Emperor Que.