When the full moon was in the sky, the Meng family army of the spirit world stationed hundreds of thousands of troops in this small town of Xiaye, and the tents with old traces were like mandalas washed by time, making this small town full of blood and sorrow.

The Meng army did not prepare for war here, but built the Great Wall and official roads to prepare for Emperor Ling Zhan's tour of the country. But all the works were completed, but the edict was delayed, and the emperor did not come to patrol.

Meng Ziwen and the soldiers of the Meng family army had long been in a panic, but Ling Jin was calm and composed, waiting for news. He had already developed the temperament of waiting calmly. He was used to seeing anything panicked and scared.

The opening of the Great Wall project was originally to resist foreign invasion, but also to slow down the desertification of the interior and reduce the speed of wind and sand. At the same time, the spirit royal family has a selfish idea - in order to preserve the purest blood inheritance, it is forbidden to intermarry. At the same time, the same is true of other ancient families.

Ling Jin was restless today, always feeling that something big was about to happen, but he didn't know what was going on. He paced, back and forth in the tent. I saw him constantly shaking his head, and the believers were puzzled: in the past few decades of conquest, how many blood of the descendants of Yan and Huang have stained this land, but my father still wants to live forever and waste money for the people.

Is it really mediocre?

Or was he deceived by Fang Shi Xu Fu?

Or is he not at ease at all about handing over this devastated country to our brothers to take care of together?

But who is behind the royal brothers who have died one after another?

Behind every country, every legend, how many dry bones must be piled up to build a monument for him?

In the world, which family can experience this kind of life and death?

What family can afford such a heavy effort?

The bloodline of the spirit world is already thin, and the in-laws related to the spirit world are also not lucky, but I, Ling Jin, am just a reincarnated spirit child picked up from the temple, how can I take on this heavy responsibility.

Now that the country is burning books and pit Confucianism, respecting the Tao and staying away from Confucianism, and agreeing to the Legalists, will it be able to balance the prosperity of a hundred schools?

Is the reproduction of a hundred schools another troubled time?

Sister Caixuan is kind-hearted, but she will become a sacrifice to the moon god, how unfair it is.

In order to reassure the people, the princes and grandsons had to be martyred for the country, and those who always stared at the righteous teachers and made a big mess of people's hearts had ill intentions.

Who doesn't know that it is easy to get the country and it is difficult to defend the country - those who win the world are not only painstaking and hardworking, but also have to cut their robes and cut their righteousness, cut their hair and break their love, and live a lonely life only for their family and country.

Even life and death, I can't help myself - freedom, among the princes and grandchildren, is the most non-existent.

No regrets, no complaints, no mercy, no relatives.

How pitiful and pathetic!

Because all people in the world are relatives, and the people of the whole country are family.

Why should a family talk to two families and listen to opinions more in order to find the future needed for a real fight.

But who wants to put aside the past and join forces to create a common well-being for future generations?

Who is willing to work together and abandon the past?

Tears flowed from the corners of Ling Jin's eyes, and suddenly, he remembered freedom - when Caixuan's sister was looking in the mirror for his divination, he saw a handsome man, and the man said that he was the god of freedom.

Freedom asked him, "Do you do it for profit, or do you want to become a god?"

Ling Jin had just been sent down to the wilderness at that time, and he went out from the deep palace to practice, and he didn't know what was going on, because his protégé needed a livelihood, so he replied indifferently: "For profit!"

Freedom continued to ask him, "You really don't want to be a god?"

Ling Jin was puzzled in his heart: In ancient times, it was said that Jiang Ziya was a god, but those gods who were sealed were all dead. To live is to work for all kinds of things that exist in reality, all the vassal kings and forces are recruiting protégés in order to compete for royal power, even if they are not for the royal power, they have to recruit protégés in order to save their lives, unless they put on a position of not fighting for royal power, but they just put on the name of a prince, which is really the source of disaster. If you leave the power struggle, it will be very difficult to survive on your own. And there is no guarantee that if you leave, you will escape the fate of being assassinated by those in power.

Just as he was deep in thought, the sound of fighting was heard outside the tent.

"Take your life, wild seed!" A masked man's voice was like a bell, and when he heard it, he was a person with strong internal strength.

Ling Jin hurriedly lifted the health care from the pillar, opened the tent door, and flew out.

I saw dozens of masked men pressing forward and coming to Shuai Tent, while the guards were defeated and retreated, and they were vulnerable.

"Who are you?" Ling Jin was dressed in a white robe, and his voice was warm.

One of the burly masked men sneered, "We are the Hades who want your life. ”

Ling Jin smiled slightly, his long hair swayed with the wind, he flew up, and with a move of the eagle striking the sky, he saw that the blood sealed his throat and cut the black silk scarves of the two masked men, but, while the two were busy touching their necks, they looked at Ling Jin's face with angry eyes, and fell down with a "bang", and the dust on the ground suddenly rose.

"Good you wild seed, you are still so vicious. The masked man's eyes were bloodshot, as if he would definitely die if he didn't kill Ling Jin tonight.

Ling Jin smiled slightly, withdrew his sword, stroked the sword with the middle finger of his left hand, and said indifferently: "I don't know where Ling Jin offended a few heroes, and he actually ran to the barracks to ask for his life? Could it be that he is a life-seeking San Lang?"

The masked man said with a smile: "In the War of the Seven Kingdoms, how many princes and nobles died, and your father is the culprit, who will you find if you don't report this revenge?"

Ling Jinxing's eyes were cold, and she said, "Father's debt to the son, hehe, what a reason?" Could it be that the untimely death of all the princes and grandsons of my spirit realm has become your sacrifice for the hegemony of the world?"

"You deserve it? Do you think that a poor and remote family like you can get your hands on this chess game? The world is so big, and the people's hearts are greedy, isn't it something that anyone can control if they want to? Isn't the art of using people that you, a horse breeder, can understand after decades of planning?" Before the masked man finished speaking, he beckoned.

In an instant, dozens of masked people all bypassed the soldiers' halberds and rushed towards Ling Jin from a distance.

Ling Jin turned over a few times, and was busy dodging the indiscriminate stabbing of these dozens of people—even if you succeeded lightly, how could you be the opponent of dozens of halberds stabbing indiscriminately?

After all, he is just a mortal, and he has no ironclad exercises, nor does he have the fantasy magic of the spiritual cultivation world. One shot can be fatal, and Ling Jin has no other way but to dodge.

"Shhh

I saw Ling Jin like a bolt of lightning, jumping up from behind, his wrist was flexible, and the long sword came out of his hand. The long sword glowing with cold light flew around several people, and blood splattered in an instant.

This is like a beautiful flower blooming on the earth, splashed with blood everywhere.

Hundreds of Meng family troops rushed out of other tents, and their morale suddenly soared.

Meng Ziwen didn't know when he appeared, but he saw him holding a heavy sword, protecting Ling Jin, and his undressed clothes were already stained with blood, obviously he had already struggled. "Young master, you go first, it seems that tonight will kill you and me. ”

In these years of getting along, Ling Jin and Mencius already have a brotherly friendship. They all know that if you fall, you will be broken. The so-called wind and rain are in the same boat, which is a grasshopper on a line, living and dying together.

Ling Jin's beige robe was also splashed with a little red, just like the powder, blue and ink splashes on the body of a certain angel in white that I saw one day, which made people think - did you just make a lotus picture? Or dyed a pink life in the sunset?

Meng Ziwen glanced at Ling Jin, and when he saw that he was not injured, he smiled knowingly, his eyes were murderous, and he waved his heavy sword and roared: "Meng Jiajun, kill these thieves for me." ”

"Yes, General!"

One step, the soot rises. The moonlight reflects the shadow of the heavy sword!

Hundreds of sword lights refracted the complex formation, like a large array of five-pointed stars, directly besieging dozens of masked people. The burly man who commanded the commander among the masked men, with a halberd in his hand, soared into the sky, and broke through the sword shadow array in a few turns, only to see the tip of his black leather boots lightly tap the halberd erected by several masked people under him, and stepped out, stabbing directly at Meng Ziwen.

Mencius was busy holding the hilt of the heavy sword with both hands, and in front of him, he saw his footsteps into a bow, and two deep marks were drawn on the ground, and he withdrew about a zhang before he resisted the long halberd of the masked man, and a spark of "stabbing lala" appeared.

The masked man suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, withdrew a few feet, and fell to the ground.

Boom!

A hole fell out of the ground, but he was worthy of being a leader, holding the ground with one hand and kneeling on one knee. After half a breath, he only heard a "poof", and a mouthful of blood spit out directly from his mouth and spilled it all over the ground.

"Woohoo!"

The halberd flipped several times in the air, stumbling back above his head and starting to fall. The man in black moved his ears, his right eye was cold, and he grabbed the halberd in the air with the wind. His robe suddenly flipped up, his bun was loose, and the few strands of hair that fell out swayed in the wind.

He breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve robe. The eyes that glowed with murderous air were full of hatred, and the hands were opened, and the halberd made a trembling sound as if it were a divine help.

Ling Jin stood behind Meng Jiajun and said in his heart: Do you plan to use your last strength to kill Meng Ziwen with one move? If I kill you at this time, I will let all the souls of all you who have died here return to your homeland.

The rest of the people held their breath, and neither side dared to move-after all, the game between the generals of the two sides, how could they let these shrimp soldiers and crab generals interfere?

At this moment, Ling Jin was like a ghost, and a sideways figure appeared in the battle circle, and the long sword in his hand had been inserted into the back of the man in black at some point.

The man in black looked back at Ling Jin in confusion, supporting the ground with his halberd, but pointing at Ling Jin with his other hand and spitting: "You, you, you are actually ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he fell to the ground, and the other masked men fled when they saw that the leader was dead.

Seeing this, the soldiers of the Meng family army took advantage of the situation to chase after them.

On the battlefield here, only hundreds of bloodstained wounded soldiers remained, and their scattered corpses remained.

Ling Jin, whose face was covered in blood, looked back at the Spirit Realm soldier who fell to the ground, his eyes were full of apologies, and he violently wiped away the warm blood on his face with his sleeve robe, and his eyes were scarlet.

(It is similar to the previous volume, because it is something that happened in a parallel world.) Two universes, the next few volumes will explain the reason for the setting)