Back in the barracks where I had lived with a dozen men before, it was empty, and there were many men on the beds covered with sweaty clothes. As for Shi Chang, there is nothing but the spear in Bai Shengpu's hand now.

Bai Shengpu walked over and helped them sort out their clothes, which were neatly folded and placed on their beds. Standing at the door, looking into the distance, it was the hometown shrouded in black clouds, and now there are only some memories left.

I remember his hometown when he was a child, the sky was blue, and even if the night was low, there was a bright moon in the sky, shining on the immature eyes in the simple thatched hut. When you go up the hill to chop wood, you can see the dense and green trees, when you go down to the water to catch shrimp, you can see the crystal clear river water, and there is a child who is a little older than him who always accidentally lets the fish he catches slip away.

That child's name is Liu An, and he once said that he wanted to cover Bai Shengpu on the occasion of separation, I don't know how he is now, will he already be among the ranks of cultivators, and he will be much higher than my realm. Bai Shengpu thought of this, and his gloomy and heavy mood eased slightly.

did not return to the barracks, Bai Shengpu took the gun to the martial arts arena. Different from the lively scene in the past, now it is silent and infiltrating, and even the man's complaint has never been heard. In any case, Bai Shengpu thought that their death was not worth it, even if the Martial Domain side would give a lot of compensation, but people would die after all!

Continue to live in the township, even if you are poor, it doesn't matter, at least people are still alive, there is still too much beauty in this world, but there is a necessary condition to live.

Although Bai Shengpu felt unworthy for them, the twelve people, including Shi Chang, felt that it was worth it! They would feel that they deserved to die, and it was precisely because there were still many such heroes in the world, such as the "unscrupulous doctor" in that mound, that this person would not lose his fingers when it was dark night, because they were the bright moon hanging high in the sky.

Bai Shengpu was alone in the huge martial arts arena, and as for the sergeants, they were either engrossed in guarding the city or recuperating from their wounds in the barracks. Bai Shengpu's center of gravity sank, he raised his hands emptyly, held his breath and concentrated, and used his spear to draw traces in the air. The spear was covered with bits and pieces of scratches, the result of a previous fight.

This spear should not belong to the cultivator-level weapon, but it is also very close, so after Bai Shengpu's frenzied killing, the spear was not only broken, but even made a lot of contributions. His name is Hao Wu, he is a martial arts idiot, good at learning guns, but the will of heaven is unpredictable, and he has never been able to enter Basil. There are many wars in his life, and the spear never leaves his hand, but in this last battle, he has never carried a gun behind him.

When Bai Shengpu took over the spear, didn't he take over a kind of hope? It was the hope of the whole twelve, and it was the burning heat and desire of life.

The spear swept and buzzed. Suddenly, Bai Shengpu held the gun in one hand, tapped his toes, turned his body, and pointed the tip of the gun directly at a person.

The man in the back wore a white robe, held the tip of the gun with his bare hands, and smiled at Bai Shengpu casually.

Bai Shengpu straightened his face, "Lord Commander!"

Lord Commander smiled and patted Bai Shengpu's shoulder, Bai Shengpu hesitated slightly, and did not dodge.

Lord Commander's expression suddenly became solemn, "Silver Vine Realm, or eighteen years old?"

He suddenly asked, "Aren't you the reincarnation of a senior?" Because those who had the fruits of cultivation in their previous lives, after the reincarnation of Bingjie, their cultivation speed would far exceed that of ordinary people, so they asked this question.

Bai Shengpu shook his head.

Lord Commander muttered to himself in confusion: "That's weird, it's the Silver Vine Realm at a young age, seeing that this aura is not comparable to the ordinary Silver Vine Realm, and it's not a reincarnation body, isn't it the descendant disciple of a master?" Speaking of this, his voice was a little raised, as if the mystery had been revealed.

However, Bai Shengpu still shook his head.

The commander had no choice but to give up, and the people didn't want to say what they could do, so they would have to take some time to protect him, otherwise the war was imminent, and if this good seedling died, the master would not be able to tear down this demon city. As for whether his master has this strength, he didn't think much about it, nonsense, can he teach such a demonic disciple, can the master be bad?

The previous commander was going to come to reward this brilliant warrior, the previous three hundred sharp knife battalions, only one person came back in the end, and when the battle came, he was also at the forefront, killing the most fierce demons and killing the most demons.

At this time, he saw his own figure, and the commander not only felt that he killed more demons, but felt less. The reason is very simple, a Yinteng Realm monk would not be as easy as mowing grass mustard to kill a group of ordinary demon soldiers. This is also why the commander is worried about the number of local cultivators, that is, he is afraid that the battle situation will be one-sided.

Although a silver vine realm was accidentally discovered, it did not help, but added another burden of protection to the commander. Before, he planned to add an official to this "Bai Wei", or give some yellow and white things, but now it seems that people can't see these things.

The commander reported his name and said that his surname was Li Mingyang. Bai Shengpu nodded lightly, and finally the commander said, "Experience is a good thing, be careful not to plant it" and left with melancholy.

Bai Shengpu stayed where he was and continued to practice guns, not because he sincerely liked guns so he went to practice, but because he felt that using a long gun would reduce the gloom in his heart and weaken his thoughts a little. It's just that he thought wrongly, and the more he remembered the day and night in the previous month, the more profound the scene of everyone's death became.

He suddenly turned his mind to the Wudu in the rear, and he didn't know what that guy was doing now? Did the difficult battle situation in the Martial Domain weigh down a mountain on his shoulders?

- Wudu

A young man carried a pot of wine to the high pavilion, and when he saw that there was no one in the pavilion, the young man said helplessly: "May I ask Wen Neng to put pen to peace in the world, and Wu Neng to go to the horse to settle the world." Beauty and wisdom are equally important, the embodiment of heroes and narrow senses. Where is the gentleman who has the talent to go through the heavens and latitudes, the ambition to swallow mountains and rivers, the knowledge of astronomy and geography, and the transcendent study of China and the West all night?"

A middle-aged man full of stubble appeared when he heard this, smiling lovely, obviously very satisfied with Xu Yundu's praise, he took the wine jug and poured a sip of wine into his mouth.

Xu Yunwan complained: "Uncle, can you show up next time without my praise, this kind of behavior is not very well-read." The middle-aged man just smiled and gently tapped Xu Yundu's head, "You stupid boy dare to scold your uncle." ”

The two sat on the seat in the middle of the pavilion, and the middle-aged man took out a torn military book and looked at it with relish. Xu Yundui asked: "This border war is tragic, Xu Sheng hasn't slept peacefully for a long time, the world only knows how lazy he is, and how can he know how helpless he is." The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and hit Xu Yudu's head heavily, "Silly boy, don't call your father by his name, I've told you many times, but I don't have a long memory, as for the border war, you don't need to worry, your father has already arranged it." ”

Xu Yundui sighed softly, her eyes still looking at the border outside the pavilion.

After Xu Yundui said some more homely things, he got up and left, and the middle-aged man drank alone after Xu Yundui left, his expression was different from the usual light and humorous, but surprisingly solemn, he muttered: "The building will fall, and those who can save it." ”