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Mu Shaoan played with the dagger, his eyes calm and deep.

Xin Ji has left, she doesn't understand Mu Shaoan's feelings at this moment, just like most people's evaluation of Mu Shaoan, cynical, vulgar, irritable, impulsive, big things to spare oneself, small things to fight for life, no qualitative, do whatever you want, pretend to be crazy and stupid, do things regardless of the consequences, don't understand the overall situation, the whole martial artist, crazy, lone dog.

Hopeless.

These evaluations are not necessarily wrong, in a specific environment at a certain time, they are simply tailor-made for Mu Shaoan.

But the mistake of these evaluations is that time is fluid, and the appearance of the moment is like restless floating dust, which has no meaning.

Some people say that what has been precipitated over time is the classic.

This is true, but it is not all-encompassing.

Time precipitates the vicissitudes of the eyes, the indifference of the heart, the majesty of the mountains and rivers, and the grandeur of the trees.

Just like the very ordinary, but hundreds of years old tree in front of Mu Shao'an, the mottled and rough bark witnesses the traces of time, and the twisted and scarred trunk witnesses many disasters such as strong winds, torrential rains, thunder, lightning, insect devouring, axes and chisels.

It's an invisible imprint, it's also a kind of glory that passes through the years, and time precipitates, or maybe it's not right to say that, it's just a tree, does it care about any glory?

How small life is,

What do we use to forge eternity in the long river of time?

By your clamour, by your clamour, by your disdain, by your anger, by your insults, by your mockery?

You think you can do it, but in fact, what you leave behind is just floating dust, no matter how many years have passed, just blow a breath, everything will disappear, and what can really stay is eternity and legend.

So at this moment, Mu Shao'an stood in front of this old tree, and everyone was thinking that he must be a carpenter, a stupid, and uninitiated carpenter, because any carpenter with a certain level would not choose such an old tree that actually has no value.

That's the difference in levels.

Xin Ji doesn't understand, Yu Zhao doesn't understand, Yu Ping doesn't understand, and he doesn't even understand the virus Mengwu.

But Mu Shaoan didn't have an epiphany, he just saw what he wanted to see, penetrating time, penetrating the traces of time, and his eyes came to hundreds of years ago, at that time, this scarred old tree was still a slim green sapling, stretching in the spring breeze, tormenting in the scorching heat, trembling in the storm, lightning and thunder.

Cold winds, disasters, bugs, field rats, fires, floods, earthquakes, lightning strikes, but it still persists to this day.

Of course, it does not have any feelings and feelings, but its existence is a symbol of immortality.

That's where it's most precious.

After four days and three nights of silent communication, Mu Shaoan was like an old friend, and it was also like experiencing a round of tempering for hundreds of years.

When the fifth day dawned at sunrise, the dagger in his hand finally fell, without veins, without planning, without a ruler, without a saw, so that an old tree, which was a complete waste in the eyes of a true carpenter, became his treasure.

No one paid attention to this scene.

In the camp tent in the distance, the soldiers were sleeping soundly, and the sentries patrolling the four fields were yawning.

Xin Ji was still worried, Yu Ping, Yu Zhao and his son were taking care of their bags, and they finally made the decision to go to the relative in Xiang Yu's army, which even Xin Ji couldn't stop.

That fourth-generation virus Meng Wu didn't know where to hide to absorb the origin of the world and consolidate its strength.

No one saw this miraculous scene.

Legend has it that there is a cow in the house, the eyes are not all cattle, and there is no thickness in the room, and there must be room for its recovery.

And at this moment, even if Mu Shao'an has not reached the height of Ku Ding Jieniu, he is already about the same.

Sawdust flew like rain, and even though the dagger blade was only about ten centimeters, it was still easy to face the trunk of the old tree that was surrounded by several people and twisted to an unshapen shape.

I couldn't hear any sound, there was no flashing of swords, and there was no sharp aura, at first glance it seemed like a very ordinary thing, and I had to observe it carefully to understand.

Fifteen minutes later, Mu Shao'an clapped his hands, the dagger was sheathed, and a smile spread between his lips, but the old tree in front of him still didn't move, except for a thick layer of sawdust on the ground, nothing seemed to have changed.

Until a gust of morning breeze blows, at that moment, like thousands of trees and pear blossoms, countless thin sawdust as cicada wings suddenly flew up, fluttering and sprinkling, within a radius of tens of meters, like a goose feather snow.

The scene was too sudden, and it was too spectacular, especially since the morning breeze lasted for a while, so for a moment, this small half of the battlefield seemed to enter a snowy dream.

Against the backdrop of the golden morning sun, it is beautiful.

But Mu Shaoan didn't take a second look at this short-lived flashiness, his gaze only fell on what was left in the end, just like what time had precipitated.

It's not that magical.

No more, no less, six wooden spears as clean as new, and twelve long wooden knives of varying sizes, lengths, and thicknesses.

"Mu Shao'an, do you really want to be a carpenter? Do you really want to rely on this kind of wooden spear and wooden knife to fight that battle to the death?"

Xin Ji was finally alarmed, but when she ran over, there were only sawdust all over the ground, and the silent Mu Shaoan was installing a wooden spear on the carrying device behind her back one by one.

She could feel that Mu Shao'an was a little different, but the strange scene at the moment still made her extremely puzzled.

Wooden spears are fine, but are you sure you are not joking with these twelve wooden knives?

The longest one is two meters, the shortest is only half a meter, and the shape is different, but the level of cutting is lifelike, and even when it is cut, even the grain of the wood is perfectly left in it, and it looks more like a work of art than a murderous weapon.

"Why not?"

Mu Shao'an finally turned his head and smiled, "There is still a day and a half to go, I have to go and eat a big meal, and then sleep beautifully, and the rest will be left to you, and then come and call me when Old Demon Qin comes." ”

"Well, but—"

Xin Ji became more and more distressed, why does this guy look so unreliable?

But now, it's too late.

Seven days passed, and the preset battlefield had been trampled to the ground by a thousand cavalry every day, and it was as flat as a football field.

Twelve miles long and five miles wide, with its back to the hills, archers lined up, and cavalry stationed on both sides.

Tiangong has also been extremely beautiful these days, and there is no continuous rainstorm, which is simply the best place for the cavalry to play.

But that fourth-generation virus Mengwu hadn't yet appeared, including the promise it had promised to lure Old Demon Qin over.

"Mu Shao'an, should we recruit a few hundred more lancers? Seven days is enough time for that Qin Old Demon to cultivate three hundred Qin army warriors, and our thousand lancers can't take it at all. ”

Xin Ji is not calm, seeing that the sun is rising, but the enemy is nowhere to be seen, the most important thing is that she is more worried about what the unreliable 'ally' is playing.

"Wait, keep waiting, and besides, you'd better not be impatient, that's no good. Mu Shaoan smiled slightly, he has always been very calm, at this moment he also prepared a war horse for himself, twelve wooden long knives were hung on the saddle of the war horse, in addition, he also prepared a spear for charging and piercing.

"Well, I'm out of the way anyway, I'm not good at fighting, and I'll leave everything to you, but this feeling is really bad. Xin Ji said helplessly.

Mu Shaoan smiled and said no more.

When the time passed minute by minute, seeing that it was noon, a long howl suddenly sounded in the distance, and then a figure quickly swept over like a wisp of smoke, it was the fourth-generation virus Mengwu that had disappeared for seven days, it had obviously successfully advanced to the A level, and it had evolved very high, and the invisible aura on its body was already comparable to that of Qin Old Demon.

"Haha! Mu Shao'an, Your Excellency the Guardian, don't come unharmed, it seems that you have really taken care of this place in the past seven days, but don't worry, I count my words, I have attracted Qin Lao Mo's army, and even fought with him twice, but the situation is still very bad, he is very powerful, even if I succeed in advancing to the A level, I still can't completely fight him, so I need your help, especially you, Mu Shao'an, I can resist all the attacks of Qin Lao Mo for you, but the damage output depends on you, in addition, a thousand lancers are completely insufficient, and then recruit five hundred horses, it should be in time to come。 ”

Virus Mengwu said loudly, full of anger and confidence.

"No need, a thousand lancers are enough, when the Qin army warriors arrive, you and I will lead the cavalry to charge at the same time, as for the guardian, she must stay behind and press the formation, it depends on the situation, if the situation is not good, you will immediately recruit another three hundred ranger archers, but I don't think there is a problem. ”

Mu Shaoan said lightly, recruiting soldiers requires the consumption of the world's origin, although this power can be slowly recovered with the passage of time, but it is still necessary to pay attention to saving.

Now that the world origin on the jade talisman in Xin Ji's hand has been consumed by one-fifth, this has reached a level where we must be very vigilant.

Because this thing is like the shareholding ratio of a listed company, whoever holds more of the world's original power will have more right to speak.

In addition, this power of the world origin is also a means of defense for Xin Ji as a guardian, when she is attacked, the first thing to be consumed is the world origin, otherwise, with an inexperienced guardian like her, how can she protect a world?

In short, Xin Ji has enough world origin in his hands, and Mu Shaoan is not afraid that she will be suddenly killed by this guy Meng Wu.

As for how to fight wits and courage next, it depends on who prepares the hole cards more adequately.

"Haha, it's okay, Mu Shao'an, I hope you don't let me down, in fact, I really want to know if you have any way to restrain me at this moment? If you can reveal one or two in advance, then I think we can't shake hands and make peace after killing Qin Lao Mo, after all, I don't like the result of losing both, you must know that there are other viruses in this world, and they are all my enemies!"

At this time, Meng Wu smiled and said very beautifully.

"Really, then we can actually talk to each other now, lest you be half-hearted. Mu Shaoan squinted his eyes, unable to see any thoughts.

The virus Meng Wu laughed a few times, but finally didn't move, after all, he really couldn't deal with Old Demon Qin on his own right now. (To be continued.) )