Approaching the beginning of spring, it rained in Xianyang City. The rain was constant and intense, washing away the dust left behind by the winter and the traces left by many years.

Jiang Shujie sat on the threshold of the adjudication department of Qingyang Palace, watching the raindrops dripping from the eaves hit the bluestone paved in front of the door, and was silent for a long time.

The rain hit the bluestone, and the sky became later and later with the fall of rain drop after drop. The rain gradually accumulated, and night fell quietly.

Jiang Shujie is the first seat of the adjudication division of the Qingyang Palace, which is the branch of the Hidden World Mountain in the Qin State, a country in the west of the Endless Continent, bordering the Great Chu State.

As the number one figure in Qingyang Palace, Jiang Shujie's mood at this time was more chaotic than the night rain, and his mood was even more lonely than that bluestone.

Because he found that in the heavenly prison that he had been guarding for many years, the little uncle who had been under house arrest for many years quietly left Qingyang Palace.

Uncle Xiao cultivated to Tongtian, he was one of the strongest in Qingyang Palace, and in the competition for the position of palace master, he lost to the contemporary palace master Chen Zizhen, and angrily slashed the Qingyang Temple, and was imprisoned in the heavenly prison by Chen Shizhen in the name of apostasy.

Although Qingyang Palace belongs to the Escape Mountain, but the Western Jin Dynasty and the Qin State are too far apart, the Qin and Chu countries have been friends for generations, and the Qingyang Palace has long been independent of the Escape Mountain, and the relationship between the two is wonderful.

But Uncle Xiao and Wang Chenzhen have been friends since childhood, and once they are released from prison, there will be endless troubles, which is one of the reasons why the previous palace master did not entrust the position to him.

Uncle Xiao is a drunkard, a wooden sword can cut everything in the world, this time he escaped from Qingyang Palace, and brought the spirit beast Brother Lu, and I don't know how much turmoil it will cause in the world.

Thinking of this, Jiang Shujie let out a long sigh, returned to the adjudication department and took out his halberd, and quietly left Qingyang Mountain.

Chen is the real person, like Wang Chen, who has been in retreat in recent years to seek a way to break through the realm, and he must tour the little uncle before the real person leaves the customs.

Otherwise, he can't afford that kind of responsibility.

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"Senior Brother Chen, are you a native of Yingtian City? Why have I never heard of a family surnamed Chen in the state of Chu. ”

"No, I grew up in Linxi City, and I am not a child of a big family. ”

"Linxi City, what kind of place is that, it's not that the children of the big family are still so good, Senior Brother Chen, you are so powerful. ”

"Linxi City belongs to Tianxuan County, close to Hangu Pass, far, far away. ”

"Hangu Pass, isn't that the pass of the Qin State?"

"Yes. ”

"It's amazing that Senior Brother Chen grew up in Biansai since he was a child. ”

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Chen Linci looked at Zhao Yiran with a look of adoration beside him a little speechlessly, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Senior Sister Zhao, I am just a very ordinary and ordinary young man who came to Yingtian City in order to live well, okay, I admit that I am indeed very powerful and amazing, but you have been boasting like this, I am really a little embarrassed." ”

"I didn't expect such a powerful character as Senior Brother Chen to be embarrassed. Zhao Yiran still smiled with a look of adoration.

Xiao Tang rode a horse and followed behind the young lady's side, and it stands to reason that she should have gotten used to this kind of conversation for a few days, but she still felt a little awkward in her heart.

Is this still the usual young lady with a quiet temperament who doesn't often speak?

I really can't see what kind of medicine this Senior Brother Chen gave to Miss!" Xiao Tang said in his heart.

There was a poem in the previous dynasty that said: Singing during the day must be indulged in wine, and youth is good to return to the hometown. In the same way, youth is a companion, and it is good to walk, and when you look at each other and talk and smile, the years pass like this. The group of Starry Night Academy and White Horse Academy finally saw the shadow of the Mangcang Mountain Range from a distance.

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Winter in the mountains has passed. It's just that the snow melts these days, the weather is really cold and a little terrifying, if it weren't for the hunting these days, everyone would habitually save some tiger wolf fur, I'm afraid that Zhao Guoteng and others finally survived the cold winter, and they would have been frozen to death before the arrival of spring.

Next to a clear stream, Tang Houning caught a lot of fatty fresh fish with a harpoon he had cut from a tree trunk, and everyone gathered around the fire, set up a shelf to plug the fish and roast it.

"Brother Teng, don't say it, this wild fish tastes better than domestic fish!" An old bear who was hungry and lost a lot of pounds in winter devoured it, and he was not afraid of being stuck in his throat by fish bones, and praised with a thumbs up.

Speaking of domestic fish, Zhao Guoteng's heart suddenly felt very uncomfortable, at this time in previous years, he was in Zhaojia Village with his old father spring planting, Zhao Laohan was also a good fisher when he was young, and often went to the small river a few miles away in the village to catch some river fresh for the family.

The Zhao family is poor and weak, and the meat that Zhao Guoteng has eaten the most since he was a child is the fish cooked by Zhao Laohan.

Seeing that Zhao Guoteng didn't speak, Tang Houning knew in his heart that it must be Lao Xiong's words that triggered his homesickness again, so he said: "Old Xiong, you can eat it, where did you get so much nonsense!"

"What are you doing?" "Why don't I say a few words when I think it's delicious?" said angrily, "You kid, why do you have so many bird things?"

Tang Houning was about to answer, but was stopped by Zhao Guoteng, "Xiao Ning, don't say it, we finally survived the difficult winter, and we will be able to go home from the mountain soon." ”

"Go home?" Erzhuzi sighed and said silently: "Even if you can get out of this ghost mountain and return home, what is it in the end?

Hearing Erzhuzi's words, more than a dozen men were all silent and didn't say anything more.

From receiving the task to the present, they have struggled for survival in the mountains for a winter, and who can understand the sourness of those big people present?

Because of no money and no power, these men who came out of the mountain village became the death squad of the Vietnamese army, the so-called death squad, most of them are death squads, if they do not die, they must continue to return to the barracks to serve, continue to carry out the next death mission, until the end of the war.

If they leave the battlefield alive before the end of the war, then they are the sinners of the country, and they will be infamous for all eternity, and they will face the punishment of the government.

Can't see the future clearly, and can't find the way back, this group of men in their early twenties, still carrying the hopes of more than a dozen families, they are like a dozen birds without feet, they can only fly and fly in the mountains in a daze, and when they are tired of flying, they sleep in the wind in the branches, and they don't know how to return to the nest and dare not how to return to the nest, because they know that the day they return to the nest may be the end of their lives.

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If there is a parallel space in this world, then in another world, there must be people with the same fate, Zhao Guoteng didn't know that when they were grilling fish by the stream, a team dressed in red armor quietly surrounded them from the dense forest.

They are also a path-finding army, but unlike Zhao Guoteng, Tang Houning, Erzhu, Lao Xiong and others, their fate belongs to the Western Jin Dynasty.