There are a total of 87 rangers in the Xia Dao Pavilion, Jing Ru buried his head in contemplation after dinner, and divided them into four troops, namely the Chengdong Guards led by Liu Ling, the Chengxi Guards led by Zhao Qing, the surprise attack troops led by Li Ying, and the guerrilla troops led by Dongfang Mu, and he stayed alone in the Chivalry Pavilion.

Liu Ling, dressed in gray brocade clothes, the canine totem can be clearly seen on the ranger's cloak, although he is weak, but no one in the formation can match the earth-walking chivalry, and he can restrain the water-walking chivalry of the Jiangdong Metropolitan Governor.

Zhao Qing, heroic, eight feet tall, wearing a long stick on his back, is one of Jingru's most proud protégés, familiar with the terrain of the west of the city, proficient in wood chivalry, and has the ability to call the wind and rain, which can delay the fighters of the Northern Expedition of Shu.

Li Ying, with a ragged coat and a long-brimmed straw hat, never wears a ranger cloak, and this dress is somewhat similar to that of his master Jingru. The two are also of the same age, and they are the oldest rangers in the formation. Despite his advanced age, Li Ying's speed was the fastest in the formation. Because he was proficient in speed chivalry, he was ordered to assassinate many times, and his technique was called "silent murder" by Cao Honghu, the lord of Wei. Definitely the best candidate for the captain of the surprise attack force, leading 4 people to form a 5-person surprise attack detachment.

The young Dongfang Mu obviously lacks combat experience, but his IQ is too ordinary, especially good at using the terrain, and can make the most correct decision in the choice of one or the other, leading a detachment of 10 people to wait for the opportunity to support.

"Command all troops, attack!"

At the master's order, a large number of leaves fell, and the overcrowded courtyard was silent in an instant. A cool breeze swept over and swept away the fallen leaves under the trees.

Jing Ru looked back and saw Ouyang Xiao in the corner, sitting alone in the hall with his head buried deeply, and couldn't help but sigh, obviously, Ouyang Xiao was still immersed in the self-blame that he had made a few days ago.

Maybe the meaning of growing up is to face it alone, Jing Ru shook his head helplessly.

He slowly walked into the house and looked at Ouyang Xiao with a smile: "A truly powerful ranger is not about winning many battles, but about knowing that he may fail, he still does his best. ”

Ouyang Xiao didn't respond, the master's words really reassured him a lot, but this peace of mind came from his own weakness, not so much encouragement, but like pity in his eyes.

"At your age, I have barely won a battle. What I want to say is that victory is only temporary, and defeat is the main theme of life, but how to face defeat divides people into different levels. Some people are indomitable and eventually become heroes in troubled times. Some people are buried in troubled times when they collapse. ”

After speaking, Jing Ru patted Ouyang Xiao's shoulder with his hand, and then came outside the court, repaired the book of Wei Lord Cao Honghu, and asked for support.

He handed the bamboo slip to the envoy who traveled between Xuchang and Luoyang, and then went to the dark room again, recited the incantation, and walked into the light gate.

Not long ago, the Daoist Hall had become as silent as this night, and only Ouyang Xiao was left, leaning against the hard wall alone, his legs spread weakly on the cold ground.

Suddenly, his body slipped and touched his father's trident next to him.

The halberd slammed to the ground, echoing in the empty hall for a long time.

Ouyang Xiao looked at the trident lying on the ground and thought of his mother.

Every time it rains, she stands under a familiar tree. Every time she gets sick, she pulls herself like a madman to see Lang Zhong. Every time she went home, she would drag her tired body and smile and give herself a hot meal. How haggard and thin her figure was. Whenever she is confused and frustrated, she is always by her side.

Ouyang Xiao looked down and saw that he was still wearing the scarf woven by his mother on his shoulders on the eve of his departure, and thought of her tremblingly holding her master's hands before leaving, praying to take care of herself. Autumn goes to winter, I don't know how my mother is doing.

He remembered that two years ago, he knelt on his father's body and wept bitterly, vowing to inherit his father's will. A year ago, on the day of his father's death, he patted his chest to his mother and shouted confidently: "How can I say that I am not a man!"

Yes, I swore to my father to take over his legacy, I promised my mother that I had grown up to be a towering man, and I promised my master to forge ahead no matter how difficult and dangerous it was. Pacifying the troubled times and recovering Hanye is the mission I will eventually complete, and it is also the meaning of my life.

The moonlight outside the court shone into the empty chivalrous hall, witnessing Ouyang Xiao's determination to rekindle his fighting spirit.