The two black cars drove steadily and quietly stopped in front of the school building. Like my intuition, they're here to take the talk.

I leaned down in the corridor and looked down, and after a while, I saw Guo Fan and the two teachers following each other left and right, hugging Yusi and appearing. At the same time, the black sedan opened the back door, and out came a young man in a black suit. They talked a few words, and then Yusi and the man got into the car together, and the two teachers retreated to the door of the school building and watched the car leave. A few minutes later, they came up to see me and smiled at me: "Guo Qian, don't worry, the national association will protect her." ”

My gaze was still fixed on the place where the vehicle had disappeared, and I said to myself, "How powerful are those Martial Kings, how powerful are the Special Investigators, and what kind of height am I at?" ”

Mr. Higashiyama patted me on the shoulder: "I'm afraid it's hard for you to establish a corresponding concept now. In this way, Teacher Fan and I have been planning to give you the same gift, tonight is just right, come to us after dinner. When he said this, Teacher Fan also smiled, making it a little mysterious. I was eager to learn more about the Association and the local Martial King, so I immediately agreed.

I returned to my seat bored, looking at the thick pile of test papers in front of me and the textbooks that seemed particularly bulky at this time, and I couldn't help but have a headache. Although Lao Guo decided to help me take a one-year break from school so that I could keep up with the rhythm, I really didn't have the confidence to master this knowledge. I told my tablemate Zhang Tengyun that I would ask for leave for self-study at night, and help me say a word to the class teacher, and after getting his consent, I fell asleep on the table. I spent the day in repeated dreams and wakes, and I only felt more and more tired as I fell asleep, as if something was grabbing my neck and slowly climbing up my spine, unloading the weight on me, weighing me down. The classmates and teachers around me only thought that I had not recovered, and they were very intimate and did not bother me, and this made me feel powerless and lonely.

When the appointed time came, I was about to knock on the door of the director's office, but Lao Guo walked out by himself first, he hung up the phone, quickly restrained the solemnity on his face and said: "Guo Qian, the county association is on a mission, I can't accompany you." You go to Wenshan by yourself, and when you get to the top of the mountain, there will be a martial spirit waiting for you. Whether you can conquer him or not is up to you. After saying that, he walked out quickly, and the sweat in his palms fell to the ground one by one, leaving me in great surprise. And Lian Po told me that I might as well go with the flow.

Wenshan is not high, only one or two hundred meters, and the foot of the mountain has been developed into a park, but at night the mountain will be very secluded, and absolutely no one has set foot on it. Standing on the top of the mountain, you can overlook the entire Qingxian urban area, and you can also see the Yellow River in the distance, which twists and turns, walking like a long snake. I saw the lights spreading from the commercial district to the surroundings, and the warmth of the entire Qing County from the center to the four corners of the county flowed all the way to the park at my feet, but I didn't climb the mountain. Maybe it's the effect of contrast, it's a warm season, but I feel a little chill in the warm world, as if there is frost and snow flying around me, and the starry sky above is like a boundless sea, dotted with countless icebergs.

"Dare to ask the general?"

Before I knew it, a silver-armored general was standing in front of me, taller and more slender than Lian Po, with a handsome face and a scholarly face. His gaze was cold or empty, and it always gave people a sense of confusion and incertainty. I think of the pretty ice and snow in the north, and I also remember the smoke and rain in the south, soft and cool. The chill spread all over his body, most especially in his eyes, and just as cold was the steel spear he was carrying.

"Could it be that the general is?"

He stood up his gun, the tip of which was pointed at the boundless sea. Then his body released yin energy, and unlike Lian Po's blazing fire, his yin energy circulated evenly on the surface of his body, including the spear, gradually condensing into tiny frost flowers and snow flakes, dancing like moths. As soon as he exhaled, he could see a slight white mist, which really changed the weather! But this change was only around him and the area where his gun grazed.

The heavy, yet ethereal door floated behind me, and the runes and carvings on the door flowed with yin energy, and it burned with a pop. The purple gas lit a golden-orange flame and made a rustling sound. Lian Po jumped down from this portal, and the golden knife was on the ground, like a fierce tiger.

When the young general saw Lian Po, he immediately saluted and said: "The last general served Shu Han before his death, and Zhao Zilong of Changshan ······ Yes also. Please also ask the shogun's daimyo. ”

He almost gritted his teeth and said that he was Changshan Zhao Zilong, as if he couldn't believe it himself. On the contrary, Lian Po generously replied: "Zhao Zhi Lian Po!"

I know that their martial spirits are not really the souls of the original generals, they are the will of the generals to fight, they have some memories, and they themselves are extremely broken. For example, there may be hundreds of martial souls of a general, and only when these hundred martial souls are fused into one can they be considered complete. It seems that he also recognized this, and did not dare to pretend to be Zhao Yun, so his gaze would be slightly hollow.

Another thing that makes me more strange is that the real Zhao Yun in history is not a handsome white-faced boy, but a typical big man. Yet the generals I have met so far have been as depicted in stories or folklore as he has ever been. Lian Po told me that it was the influence of the minds of the people who existed in the present world, how people remembered these generals, and what their martial spirits could be. It's just that this statement is a bit wishful thinking.

Zilong and Lian Po are opposite, one warm and the other cold, two diametrically opposed colors, which are the same dazzling in the dark night. I said, Zilong, are you willing to be my arm. Zilong smiled, the smile was cold but warm: "Presumably Guo Gong also knows that although I am not worthy of the name of Zilong now, I must see the dragon before I can remove my armor." ”

As soon as the voice was still there, he stabbed out in front of me, carrying countless tiny frost and snow, spreading the cold. I didn't move, as I believed, Lian Po took a step back, the hilt of his knife against the tip of the spear, and responded to Zilong with a golden light. Lian Po was very powerful, and suddenly repelled Zilong, jumped up, and the two were entangled with knives and guns. I can see that the level of the Zilong in front of me is not high, only ranked, and his strength and speed are not superior to Lian Po, but those frosts and snow are covered with Lian Po's armor for a while, and even Lian Po's skin is frozen a little. The young general became more and more courageous as he fought, and the tip of his spear was pointed to his throat or heart. It was easy for Lian Po to parry at first, and in a moment, the armor was already full of ice crystals, and the knife was also frozen, both blunt and heavy. So Lian Po pushed Zilong away again and again, and then shook the ground hard to try to shake off the ice crystals, but in vain! Zilong had already melted into the wind and snow, and finally drew a silver shadow, the cold light was light, and the gun was like a dragon, this thrust was completely different from the previous continuous blows, and the strength was overwhelming, and it penetrated Lian Po's thighs, trying to nail Lian Po to the ground.

"When ————"

The spear that pierced through the ground hit the rock with a sound like a golden gong. Lian Po's burly body fell to the ground in response, and the black soul blood gushed incessantly, and as soon as it touched the ground, it became black smoke, and then disappeared.

The young general drew his spear and pointed it at me with a grim expression and a deep eye. Behind him is a shadowy mountain forest, a boundless starry sky, and boundless glory.

Lian Po stood up with a long knife, used Yin Qi to seal the hole in his thigh, and gasped sharply. There was still a thick layer of ice on his armor, and he couldn't break free. In the back, when I saw such a general endure the pain of defeat and disintegration again and again for me, I realized that I was always a spectator, waiting to enjoy the results of the battle.

"Let's go, Lian Po. "I opened the General's Mansion and prepared to let Lian Po rest.

"Lord, you can't!" Lian Po stubbornly stepped forward, trying to raise the sword, "Po will win!"

"Enough is enough. I don't have what it takes to be a monarch yet, and I need to grow just like you. "The door of the General's Mansion opened from the void, and I burned the Yin Qi to form a powerful suction force to suck Lian Po back into the Mansion, closed the door despite his objections, and then stored it in his body. Lian Po was still screaming, but he was already weak, and he couldn't help but quickly hibernate.

The general of the silver armor blinked his eyes and relaxed his posture: "You know that I will not continue to embarrass you———— if there is really a strong enemy in front of you, you will be tantamount to committing suicide if you withdraw your martial spirit." Can you do that then?"

"Live and die together. ”

I don't know if my expression is resolute, I don't know if my vision is deep, I only know that behind me there is a shadow of mountains and forests, an infinite starry sky, and boundless glory.