"Such military strategists, armamentists, in the end are just props in the hands of politicians, and more importantly, these politicians do not rely on relatively transparent votes, but through their mother's womb to ascend to the throne, to be a tool in the hands of such a group of people, this is the greatest sorrow in your life. www.biquge.info"Yinchen lowered his eyes and put down his chopsticks, his stomach was filled with helplessness and sorrow at the moment, and he couldn't hold food anymore, and his white silver pupils were full of damp and depressed emotions. He felt a pity, just like the grief and regret in General Nie's heart, he felt that General Nie, a man who had just understood what soldiers were fighting for, still had no choice but to be a vassal and thug of some petty fools, and gambled his life to conquer the battlefield for the willfulness and greed of some people. "Why did he choose these uneducated northerners, why did he choose the emperor of the north?" This idea had just formed in Yinchen's mind, and he vetoed it, because he recalled the "nothingness" armament on the Heavenly Sword Pass.

"When he arrived in the south, he was afraid that he would be more aggrieved and unhappy. Well, it would be a good thing for him to be able to happily fight a few victories in the clutches of the northerners, and fully satisfy the vanity of the victors......" Silver Dust raised his eyes, looked at the two of them who had no appetite, and stood up first.

"Boss, check out. His voice was as weak as the entire city that was about to die behind him.

......

The three of them came out of the shop, and the sun had completely risen at this time, and the white-gold light shone on the dark red town, reflecting a deep color like a cloud of almost dry blood, showing the emptiness and desolation of the town. The three of them exited the shop, all of them looked like defeated deserters, Yinchen's expression was gray, Wen Qingsong's eyebrows were tightly locked, and even Lu Qingyun, who had always been cheerful and energetic, seemed to have trismus. In the pale sunlight, on the dark streets, only the colorless mountain wind whistled, like a requiem whispered by a demonic spirit. Silver Dust opened his eyes and looked around, feeling nothing but the cold and hard loneliness of cast iron.

"That's what it feels like. His eyes were full of wet gray-white confusion: "Every grass, every tree, every brick and stone, all exudes a strong hostility. He didn't say what he thought, he didn't move on, he just stood on the street in front of the shop in a daze, like a desperate fugitive, as if he had been dismissed as an industrial worker, as if he had failed his exam, as if he had failed his exam, as if he had been a homeless environmental refugee.

He knew that Nie Wanliu was watching him from the door of the shop, looking at his pitiful appearance with nowhere to go. For a moment, Yinchen wanted to escape, leaving Wen Qingsong, Lu Qingyun, everything here, running away, escaping from here, escaping from this empty and desolate morning, escaping to Pershing, escaping to Wan Jianxin, drinking to the moon, dancing to the stars, completely hiding himself, exploring the vast starry sky called magic alone.

He knew that he must not do this, because at this moment, he suddenly had a lot of heavy responsibilities on him, and the uncountable burden was on the shoulders of the sixteen-year-old boy, and he could not shirk it. He knew that at this moment, it was likely that the survival of the entire city would depend on his own actions, just like the superheroes in Gabroyle's saga, because he was the only one who was a superpower above the Distraction Realm, and he was the only one who "really understood what the Northlanders were going to do". Yinchen knew that no matter what happened next, with Wen Qingsong and Lu Qingyun's abilities, he would definitely not be able to deal with it.

"Where are we going next?" Silver Dust pressed thousands of thoughts into his heart, revealing only a superficial calm. His tone was casual, as if he was asking his companion what places of interest he was going to visit next.

"My relative's house. Before Wen Qingsong opened his mouth, Lu Qingyun's voice first dispersed in the bleak mountain wind.

"How is it there?" Wen Qingsong asked, his tone extremely cautious.

"It should be fine. Lu Qingyun's tone was vague and uncertain: "I think that's our only choice." He looked at Silver Dust pleadingly.

"Go there, I've got everything. After Yinchen finished speaking, he walked towards a small shop with closed doors and windows next to him, he scratched a few seemingly random strokes on the door wall of the dumpling restaurant that was closed, and a magic array emitting a faint yellow light appeared on the wall, seeing that the two people behind him were stunned, Yinchen waved his hand, signaling that they could go.

They went to Lu Qingyun's uncle's house, a middle-aged man with a very bad temper, cowardly and timid, as fat as Uncle Vernon's uncle, who was a little depressed, his hair was a withered gray, and he smoked a lot.

Yinchen was very disgusted with smoking a lot, and he arrogantly refused to salute "Aunt Vernon", and this uncle-in-law also knew that the friends brought by Lu Qingyun were all "mysterious people who came and went", and he didn't dare to provoke him, so he could only vacate a few of the worst houses for the three of them to rest for a while.

"Okay, now we can talk about what's next. In a utility room that was temporarily vacated as a bedroom, Yinchen, Lu Qingyun, and Wen Qingsong sat in front of a mahjong table that needed to support an upside-down basin to barely stabilize it, discussing the next move. Silver Dust asked first, there was still a sense of anger in his tone, although he had just experienced a huge setback, and even began to doubt the meaning of his actions for a while, but in front of others, Silver Dust still showed a cold and firm side, this is the spirit of a magician, leaving tenacity to the world and vulnerability to himself.

He turned his head and looked at Wen Qingsong's dark gray face, which was only despair.

"I don't know. Wen Qingsong replied in a very bland, empty, and nihilistic tone: "The affairs of the stronghold are all in charge of Wang Seventeen (Wang Chunlai), he is not here now, and we don't know where to go?"

Yinchen raised his eyebrows in surprise, he was not troubled by the situation in front of him, but surprised by Wen Qingsong's state, he never thought that the tall and handsome man in front of him would actually be defeated.

He was still thinking about how the guy in front of him was so strong.

"And we're standing here?" Silver Dust's tone had a hint of metallic sonority, and his deep voice was full of menace and sarcasm. "It seems that the so-called scholars in this world still can't count on it, and the enemy has not yet come, so they are discouraged first. He couldn't help but feel a sore sense of disappointment in his heart, and the shred of determination that he had just forcibly gathered was dissipated again.

"No, you take Lu Qingyun out of this ghost place, I have my own place to go. Wen Qingsong looked at the silver dust, and a red-golden light flashed in his eyes that had turned gray, it was the bravery of the decided, that was the light of sacrifice.

"Just you now?!" Silver Dust's voice raised slightly.

"Yes, it doesn't matter if you have a weapon or not, if you have a brother by your side. What I, Wen Qingsong, am really good at, is not just an axe. Wen Qingsong's voice also suddenly added a sonorous voice, and became tough: "You don't have to worry about me, the key is that the Shenhai Sect has already messed things up, you and Lu Qingyun, don't jump into this fire pit again! Zhennan Gang still has a little bit of incense left, a little bit of inheritance, Qingyun, I'm afraid this matter will fall on your shoulders!"

"Me?!" Lu Qingyun suddenly bounced up as if he had heard some terrifying curse, and looked at Wen Qingsong in horror.

"What? You don't want to, Xiao Qingyun, Zhennan treats you well, right? At this time, let you bear some of your ......" Wen Qingsong was also taken aback by Lu Qingyun's attitude, and his tone couldn't help but become stern, his words were full of shock and reproach.

"It's not that I don't want to, but I can't ......" Lu Qingyun was anxious, his delicate little face was full of redness, and even his eyes were red.

"Why can't you! How long are you going to shirk it! The eldest lady is in prison, the life and death of the brothers are unknown, and the Zhennan gang is like this, do you want to see death and not save you? You, you are actually such a person? In vain, Wen Qingsong has always regarded you as your own brother?" Wen Qingsong roared, his voice full of betrayed rage.

Lu Qingyun's eyes were sour, two lines of tears fell immediately, his knees were weak, and he was about to kneel down, Wen Qingsong saw his virtue, and thought that he was really afraid, and roared: "Bad seed!" was about to roll up his sleeves and rush out, but was pulled by Yinchen, Wen Qingsong respected Yinchen very much, and when he pulled him, he could only stop, arched his hand and said: " I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, let Mr. laugh, our faction is a bunch of reckless, the rabble, even Mr. succumbs, I'm really sorry, and please leave Mr. quickly, don't run for our faction anymore, it's really more than that...... Wen is a desperate person, Mr. has no way to repay his great kindness, he can only die in shame, if there is an afterlife, Wen will definitely make cattle and horses for Mr....... "He said sincerely, Lu Qingyun on the side listened, he couldn't hold it anymore, he fell to the ground with a pop, and the whole person lay on the ground in a five-body posture, extremely humiliated, his slightly immature shoulders trembled violently, but he didn't even cry, obviously holding all his cry in his throat.

"You sit down first, and you, Lu Qingyun, get up and talk. Yinchen forcibly pulled Wen Qingsong to sit down, but he couldn't get Lu Qingyun up, Wen Qingsong sat down half-pushed and half-sat down, but he couldn't leave his body, and he didn't want to face Lu Qingyun at all.

Yinchen looked at the current situation and knew that it would not work without a showdown, so he immediately said to Wen Qingsong: "Brother Wen, have you heard of the secret disciple?"

"Secret disciple?" Wen Qingsong was stunned for a moment, but he didn't notice that Lu Qingyun's body lying on the ground suddenly froze.

"That's right, it's a secret disciple. Yinchen repeated it very firmly, and he clearly felt that Lu Qingyun's breath was almost gone.

"I've heard of it, secret disciples, that is, the personal disciples who were deliberately expelled from the door wall, these disciples learned the highest and unfathomable inheritance in the sect, and then they were expelled from the sect and wandered into the rivers and lakes, they generally pretend to be Jianghu rangers, and the most powerful ones are loose cultivation, but no one will ever join the Scattered Cultivation Alliance...... These people are all to prevent the tragedy of the sect being completely cut off once the sect is destroyed, but the cost of doing so is too great, after all, those who can become secret disciples must all be geniuses in the sect, so that they can learn to become a teacher at a young age, otherwise the half-old man will be expelled from the door wall and die within a few years, which will not have the slightest effect. Wen Qingsong said in a flat voice, and a bright light seemed to flash in his eyes, but it disappeared again immediately: "Secret disciples, they generally don't worship other sects. ”

"That's the general situation. Yinchen said cautiously, and he also tried his best not to turn around and not look at Lu Qingyun, so as not to put more pressure on him. At this time, Lu Qingyun was like a death row prisoner waiting for the guillotine to fall.

"You mean, what kind of secret disciple is this kid?!" Wen Qing stood up loosely, his body was murderous, he completely turned around to look at Lu Qingyun this time, but there was no trace of gang brotherhood in his eyes, only a complete and cruel coldness: "Say! Which sect are you from? What are you doing in our Zhennan Gang?!"

His voice was lowered, but compared to when he roared deeply, he really exuded a compelling pressure at this time.

"He is a secret disciple of the Golden Daomen, as for why he joined the Zhennan Gang, I don't know, but I think it should have nothing to do with the Golden Daomen. Yinchen told the truth before Lu Qingyun, and at this moment, Lu Qingyun was so shocked that he raised his head from the ground.

"Golden Daomen?" Wen Qingsong's first reaction when he heard these three words was not surprise, but almost complete disbelief: "Will the people of the Golden Dao Sect install an inside line for other sects? What is the difference between this and a sow going up a tree?" He turned his eyes to look at Lu Qingyun, his eyes were full of doubt and distrust: "You shouldn't be a ...... pretending to be the Golden Daomen?"

"I am really a secret disciple of the Golden Sword Sect, Fourth Brother Wen, and I will never deny this...... The Golden Dao Sect is as kind to me as a mountain, and being kicked out as a secret disciple is also the creation of my life...... It is my personal wish that I join the Zhennan Gang, because in this world, there will never be anyone, any sect, who treats me like the ancestors of the Golden Dao Sect, except for, except for the Zhennan Gang...... I joined the Zhennan Gang in order to repay the kindness of my brothers, and I was strongly recommended by them...... I can't live up to the kindness of my brothers...... But as a tantric disciple, I ...... How could I possibly afford it...... What about the task of rebuilding the Zhennan Gang...... Wouldn't I be disloyal and unjust to the Golden Daomen and the Zhennan Gang in that case!" Lu Qingyun cried and said, and then slammed his head on the ground again, making a very painful muffled sound. (To be continued.) )