Chapter Seventy-One: Born to be a Heavenly Pride

The sunset finally set down the mountain, and between heaven and earth, it was pitch black.

A rich aroma wafted around, and the hungry soldiers turned into gluttons.

Maybe it's because of the experience of death, and whatever they eat, they feel extraordinarily fragrant.

Living in the dangerous place of Biansai, they all live a life of having one meal to eat and one less meal, maybe this meal is the last supper.

Yu Shaojun took the wine sword fairy and Bai Qi, patrolled along the city wall, stopped in front of the ruined city tower, and looked into the distance, the devouring night.

At night, the wind in the side plug also became stronger, and the wind blew endlessly.

The wind swept Yu Shaojun's white shirt, making a 'brush' sound, and his black hair fluttered in the wind.

Suddenly, there was a flute sound in my ears.

A border soldier after eating, standing on the city mound, holding a flute in his hand, blowing emotionally.

The sound of the flute was originally sad music.

The surrounding soldiers, listening quietly and feeling deeply, looked at the moon obscured by dark clouds, and did not say a word.

"Your Highness, do you want to stop it?"

Bai Qi listened to the sound of the flute, his brows furrowed slightly, just after the end of the war, at this time, the soldier's heart was extremely empty, and hearing the sad sound of the flute could easily lead to the instability of the army's heart.

In the military, the most common musical instrument is the drum.

Because the sound of drums has the effect of boosting morale.

"Forget it, the soldiers are homesick!"

Yu Shaojun shook his head, thinking from the perspective of a general, he should have stopped the soldiers from giving, but from the perspective of human nature, he chose not to stop it.

The Central Empire, to be precise, all the countries of the Endless Continent, have adopted a lifelong system for the management of the border army.

Once you join the border army, it is very difficult to leave unless you die on the battlefield.

As for homesickness, then you just think about it.

It's hard to see anyway.

Bai raised his head, did not force it, the battle just ended, the strength of the four major clans was wiped out, and the Dao Sect was also defeated, plus there were people in the city, and there was no one who did not open his eyes and dared to stir up trouble at this time.

"Your Highness, the imperial border army system is too harsh, and it is normal for people to miss their families, and the imperial court's constraints on the border army have caused many soldiers to not see their families several times in their lives. ”

Jiu Jian Immortal took a sip of wine, his face flushed slightly, and he seriously suggested: "This kind of practice of destroying people's desires is not worth advocating by my subordinates. ”

Yu Shaojun's fingers tapped on the city wall, as if he was thinking.

"Your Highness, although this world is above force, the human heart is also a force to be reckoned with. ”

"Only by mastering the hearts of the people and gaining the support of hundreds of millions of people can you become the king of sages, otherwise no matter how big your territory and strength are, you are just an ordinary king. ”

"Your Highness, do you want to be an ordinary king, or do you want to be a sage king?"

Jiu Jian Immortal continued, and after speaking, he took another sip of wine, and then looked at Yu Shaojun with a hot gaze.

"Bengong, naturally I want to be the king of sages!"

Yu Shaojun did not hesitate for a moment, and replied firmly.

"Since His Highness is willing to do ......"

The wine sword fairy was slightly happy, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Newspaper~"

At this moment, a soldier galloped in the distance and interrupted the words of the Wine Sword Fairy.

The soldier's face was full of panic, he knelt on the ground, and said in a panic: "Your Highness, the guardian who does not return, has fallen!"

He is the guard who protects Yu from returning.

Yu Shaojun's complexion changed, and his eyes revealed the light of Sen Han.

"Didn't this palace let you serve you well?"

The sound seemed to be squeezed out of between his teeth, making the guards kneeling on the ground tremble.

He had the feeling that he was facing a demon who was a demon in the world.

If you say the wrong thing, you will be eaten and your life will be lost.

"Back to Your Highness, if you don't return to the Guardian, you committed suicide while we were all out. ”

The guard swallowed and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a gust of wind blow in front of him.

In the next breath, Yu Shaojun's figure had already appeared a hundred feet away and disappeared at the city wall.

In fact, Yu Bugui would commit suicide, he had long expected it.

It's just that I didn't expect it to be so fast.

"It's a pity!"

The wine sword fairy sighed, and he didn't know whether to regret Yu's death, or regret the unfinished words.

Bai took a step and caught up with Yu Shaojun.

......

When Yu Shaojun arrived, he found that the Lord of War was also in the courtyard, with guards and maids kneeling around.

"Lord, don't return to the ancestors......"

Yu Shaojun hurriedly asked.

Lord Zhan shook his head and said, "I'm too late, he died from the end of his veins." ”

Yu Shaojun's body trembled, his fists clenched and relaxed: "Perhaps, death can also be regarded as a relief for the ancestors who do not return." ”

The battle lord was silent.

Yu Shaojun pushed the door in, walked into the room, and saw Yu Bu lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

The body is already cold.

On the pillow next to the bed, there was also a line of words, dazzling red, revealing the smell of blood.

"I, Yu will not return, and I will be born as a Tianjiao!"

A simple line of words, revealing endless edge and infinite arrogance.

It seems that suddenly, you can see a peerless Tianjiao, at the last moment of his life, let out a roar.

"He is very talented, if he didn't guard the South Heavenly Gate, maybe he would be able to reach the realm of this king. ”

The Lord of War walked in and said in a deep voice, full of regret, his eyes as vast as the starry sky, revealing a few memories.

Speaking of which, when he was crowned king, he also saw Yu not returning.

At that time, he was very optimistic about Yu Bu Return, who had just started to cultivate.

However, when I recall the past, things are no longer human.

"This is fate, lord, do you believe in fate?"

Yu Shaojun didn't ask Lord Zhan's cultivation realm, but asked an unrelated question.

The Lord of War shook his head and said arrogantly: "This king believes that man will win the sky!"

"Those who entrust their future to their destiny are cowards and incompetents. ”

At this moment, he is like a gun, sharp and sharp, piercing the night, and his whole body is extremely domineering, making people dare not look at each other.

"Why, do you believe in fate?"

Lord Zhan's sharp gaze fell on Yu Shaojun.

Faced with this question, Yu Shaojun did not answer, took three steps back, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to Yu Buguisan.

He admired this ancestor.

Those who die on the battlefield to defend their homes and countries are heroes and should be respected.

Lord Zhan's eyes were stunned, this kid's skin was itchy, and he dared not answer his question.

However, he didn't ask either.

He was also a proud man.

......

"No, why are you doing this?"

Thousands of feet of high mountains, in the gate protection hall, the feathers in a white dress have a period, leaving two lines of tears, holding their legs with both hands, crying bitterly.

At this moment, she does not have the posture of a strong person, but looks like a poor person.

She loved someone for seven thousand years.

Now, that loved one is gone.

"If you don't return, I will guard the South Heavenly Gate and never leave, you are underground, rest in peace. ”。

"When the time comes, when Nantianmen doesn't need people to be on guard, I'll go to accompany you and find you. ”

"I want to find you too......"