Among those faces, there are familiar, déjà vu, and strangers that have never been met.

In the wind and snow, they held torches and shouted persistently: "Please God of War out of the mountain!"

The world is in turmoil, and the cool realm is in dire straits, and only when Xia Qingchen comes out of the mountain can the cool realm be saved.

Xia Qingchen was silent, his toes tapped, and he fell back to the ground.

"Tell them that there is no god of war in the world, let them all disperse. Xia Qingchen walked into the hut, closed the door, and re-entered the meditation.

When King Liang went against the world and must execute him, the god of war was already dead.

The one who survived was Xiahou of the Zhongyun Realm.

"Yes!"

The guard in front of the door sighed in his heart, and arrived at the foot of the mountain to tell Xia Qingchen: "Everyone, please disperse, my lord returns to the mountains and forests, and doesn't ask about dusty matters, why do you need to be persistent?"

Jun Qiye bowed and bowed: "Please inform Xiahou that hundreds of millions of living beings in the cool realm are in dire straits, waiting for him to save them." ”

The guard was expressionless, and asked rhetorically: "Xiahou has changed his ways, and he doesn't even count the people of the Liang Realm, so what obligation does he have to save the people of the Liang Realm?"

This......

Jun Qiye and the others were silent.

Yes, it has always been their wishful thinking to ask Xia Qingchen to protect the cool realm, but does he have obligations and responsibilities?

What's more, in the past, he was treated by King Liang, so that he was disheartened and left for other places.

Now that the cool realm is in difficulty, they ask Xia Qingchen to come back to save them, don't you think it's too much?

"Let's all disperse, since the adults have returned to the mountains and forests, why should you make it difficult for you to be strong?" said the guard.

Jun Qiye was silent, he turned to look at the torches behind him with his face to the sky, and his heart was conflicted.

He really didn't want to disturb Xia Qingchen, but Xia Qingchen didn't come out, what could the people do?

After pondering for a long time, his left knee slowly bent, and he knelt down on one knee: "Please come out of the mountain!"

Shi Yanhu, who came with him, his face changed greatly, and he immediately went to help: "Palace master, don't!"

How old is the master of the military palace, how can he easily bow down to people?

The rest of the people stepped forward to help them, shouting that they couldn't help it.

Jun Qiye is as steady as Mount Tai, and he does not move at all: "If the god of war does not come out for a day, the old man will not be able to kneel for a long time, until the mountains and rivers in the cool realm are broken." ”

Poof

Another sound of kneeling on the ground came, and it turned out that Liu Fang and Yazun Medicine did not regret it, and they all knelt down on one knee.

"Please, God of War out of the mountains!" they looked equally resolute.

Today, the only person who can compete with the Slave Heavenly Relic is Xia Qingchen!

If he doesn't come out, the world is uncertain.

Seeing this, Shi Yanhu and the others also knelt down one after another, and shouted: "I'll wait, kneel and ask the god of war to come out of the mountain!"

Baili Liang people, holding torches, knelt down on one knee one after another.

The wind is even stronger.

Snow, even more.

In the howling wind and heavy snow, they all knelt down, and the mountains shouted like a tsunami: "Kneel and ask the god of war to come out of the mountain!"

That scene shook people's hearts fiercely.

Thousands of people, kneeling down to invite a hidden god of war to come out of the mountain and save the common people!

Throughout the ages, who else is there besides Xia Qingchen?

It's just that Xia Qingchen's eyes were closed tightly and he didn't listen to what was happening outside the window.

He was determined to sever his connection with the world.

Da-da-da

Until a few fast horses, staring at the strong wind and stepping on the snow.

"The old department of the god of war, see Lord Xia!" Sang Yu led a thousand soldiers, braving the wind and snow: "God of War, we are waiting for the order of Commander Bai to send a letter." ”

Xia Qingchen slowly opened his eyes, Bai Zhantian?

I don't know if he stayed away from the chaos in southern Xinjiang after he was stripped of his commander-in-chief.

As for his letter, you don't have to think about it, you should know that it is to persuade him to go out of the mountain and fight for the cool realm, right?

After all, Bai Zhantian loves southern Xinjiang so much and is loyal to the cool realm.

He closed his eyes again, unwilling to ask.

Until Sang Yu knelt on the ground sadly, shouting with tears in his eyes: "God of War, Commander Bai's last words, please take a look!"

The people present did not know that Bai Zhantian had already asked for the lives of all the people and committed suicide in front of the 400,000 troops in the south of the building.

Sang Yu was also on the way to Forget the Dust Hill, and learned from the commander's guards who had escaped from Tiannan City that Bai Zhantian had fallen.

What the?

Bai Zhantian, dead?

Jun Qiye, Saturday Fang, Yao Buregret and others' faces changed in unison.

That commander, who has been intimidating Lou Nan for many years, died on the battlefield?

A great sorrow swirls in them, in the hearts of cool people.

Bai Zhantian's status in southern Xinjiang is equivalent to Xia Qingchen in the cool realm, he is the pillar of southern Xinjiang, and he is almost the same as faith.

Is his fall a harbinger of the decline of the Cool Realm?

Sang Yu lowered his head, tears fell like rain, and when he was blurring, a gust of wind suddenly hit.

The snow in front of him flew up, blocking the view.

In the blur, a figure in a blue brocade robe stood in the swirling snowstorm.

"He, how did he die?" The voice of the brocade figure was a little hoarse, some heavy, and some unexplained loneliness.

Xia Qingchen finally appeared.

He couldn't accept the fact that the old commander who was willing to be a palanquin man and lifted his feet for the sake of the cool environment died of martyrdom.

Sang Yu was excited, but he was even more sad: "The commander exchanged his life for the lives of the 40,000 city guards trapped in Tiannan City, and in front of the enemy, reversed the star power and died!"

The flying wind and snow are even more prosperous, completely blocking Xia Qingchen's figure and the expression on his face.

"What about his letters?"

Sang Yu presented it with both hands, and the letterhead was immediately swept away by a wisp of cold wind and fell into Xia Qingchen's hands.

After opening it, a letter with only a few lines came into view.

"By the time you read this letter, perhaps, I was already dead. ”

"I'm sorry, the old man is a crippled body, and he can't afford to follow in the footsteps of the god of war and protect the land of southern Xinjiang, so I can only end here. ”

"The troops you have cultivated will all be returned to you, they are all elites with potential, and only you can continue to cultivate!"

"Finally, the god of war is tired, forget the cool environment, and rest well. ”

"That's it, old man, go to ......"

It turned out that Bai Zhantian had expected that he would die with Tiannan City.

So before he died, he wrote a last letter, and all the Sangyu troops were sent back to Xia Qingchen's side to arrange for the future.

And seeing the end, Xia Qingchen's calm heartstrings trembled gently.

The old commander's last words were not to let Xia Qingchen save the mountains and rivers of Liangjing, not to protect hundreds of millions of people.

Instead, let Xia Qingchen rest.

Sang Yu's face was full of tears: "My lord, although Commander Bai died, his body has been standing on the Tiannan City Wall, facing Liangzhou City, and he will not fall." ”

He ...... It's to use your own back to block the enemy for the southern frontier!"

He spoke, but there was only wind and snow in his ears, and there was no sound.

Looking up, in the swirling wind and snow, where is Xia Qingchen's figure?

"What about the god of war?"

"Where have you been?"

The crowd was full of suspicion, and they searched around, but they could no longer find Xia Qingchen's figure.

Including thatched houses, inside, people go to the empty building!

It wasn't until a long time later that they came to the top of the Forgotten Dust Hill, above the snowy peak.

In front of a snow monument, there is a clear sword mark inside.

The Great Yan Sword that was once frozen here disappeared without a trace, leaving only the remnants of the sword sound, faintly resounding in the sky.

In August of the Shen year, a generation of war god Xia Qingchen drew his sword out of the mountain!

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