After the season when the grass grows and the warbler flies, the grass and trees begin to wither and yellow, and even the sky is responding to the call of the weather, lamenting the falling leaves.

The war is still going on endlessly, at this time human life is the most worthless thing, the two sides are like a game, constantly throwing troops into this meat grinder-like territorial front, the war is fought to this point, it is impossible to tell whether the two sides are fighting for will, or both sides are tacitly reducing their huge packages.

Wen Chuanting is still in the cannon fodder camp, eating the coarsest meals and killing the cheapest people. Since he found that there were too many resources here, Wen Chuanting was reluctant to give up here, he was working hard to cultivate, and the battle secret had to be filled, modified, and refined, so as to make the greatest use of the blood thrown on the ground.

Sitting cross-legged in their own tent camp, a stream of blood essence gas along the stratum can not stop passing over, through the warmth of the earth, eliminating impurities, the absorbed blood essence can be used without too much refining, the blood essence from the Yang in, straight to the sea of qi, through the wind gate, Dazhu, Tianzhu, the wind pool, the heavenly hip to the shoulder, the patio, the four desecrations, the branch ditch, the outer pass, Benyang Pool, the right hand meridians are warmed, the blood essence is carried downward, to the Qi Chong, Ji Guan, Fu Rabbit, Liangqiu, Fenglong, Xie Xi, go Chongyang, trap the valley, the inner court to the calendar, warm the foot veins. The meridians are warmed and nourished, the mutilated heavenly continuity, the meridians are connected, broken and then established, and they are much more than before. This merit is called "Filling the Void of Heaven", which is a by-product of the deduction of the secrets of the fight, but it has a natural healing effect on the acquired disability of the body, but there is nothing that can be done about the congenital and acquired lack of arms and legs.

Move your wrist slightly, you obviously feel thick and powerful, and the meridians are usually completely connected. Looking at the gloomy sky outside, I asked Chuanting to go out for a walk, but the reality did not allow it, the military regulations said: The cannon fodder battalion is not allowed to leave the camp without permission, and those who leave the camp without permission will be beheaded by collaborating with the enemy!

The military rules are strict, but Wen Chuanting has to abide by it, you can walk around at will in the cannon fodder camp, there are no patrols here, there are no sentry posts, some are just a group of soldiers who eat and wait for death, nested in a corner, basking in the sun, oh, there is no sun today, they should be blowing the autumn wind, remembering the free life of the past. As long as you enter the cannon fodder camp, you will either die in battle, or wait for the end of the war, and only then can you unload your armor and return to the field. When the war ended, I don't know how many years I would have to wait, how many days and nights I would have to look forward to.

In the end, Wen Chuanting extinguished the idea of walking away, nested in the tent, stared blankly at the tent door, he was the only one in the tent, he just wanted to find someone to talk to, usually except for going to the battlefield, he was immersed in cultivation, and there was no one to answer, which was also a kind of sadness.

Maybe it's like the saying: life is a glass on a coffee table, which shatters when touched.

What can't be broken is iron, that's not called a glass.

The sky is gray, but it's not at night, it's just a little gloomy and terrible, this time to cultivate, it's not a good time, out of a while, ask Chuanting to retract his thoughts, get up and take out two standard long knives from under the animal skin mattress, which are privately transported back from the battlefield, the cannon fodder battalion of the frontier garrison has mutiny because of dissatisfaction, and the control of weapons is very strict. There are restrictions on weapons, and the cannon fodder battalion is dissatisfied with the garrison, and the gap in force should also be considered.

Fingers beat flexibly, one by one dark green runes slipped out of the fingertips, quietly submerged into a standard weapon, not long after, the fingertips slipped down the runes have become a single waterline, a bright long knife was covered by dark green runes, the sound was endless, the brown powder kept falling, a meter-long long knife shrunk into inches, no longer reduced, the dark green runes disappeared, and the knife was black and brown. The other handle is concocted in the same way, and when it is presented, it is already black-brown.

The two knives jumped and flew on the tips of his fingers, like butterflies wearing flowers, playing for a while, silently tucked around his waist, and looked closely, there were already four handles there, which was his harvest from entering the battlefield, and it was also his protective instrument.

"It's going to rain. Asking Chuanting thought in his heart, the sky was getting darker and darker.

There was no thunder, no lightning, and a drizzle crept in. The autumn rain is falling silently, the withered yellow autumn grass can't bear the weight of the rain, and the strong leaves hang down one by one, lying on the ground, they are in awe of the rain, awe of the heaven and earth. Just like people, they are in awe of heaven and earth.

Rain dripped down the tent, sparse lines, intermittently.

Wen Chuanting's consciousness sank into the sea of knowledge, looking at the heaven and earth from the perspective of the soul, watching everything that happened in nature.

The night crept in, the horn of the meal sounded, reflecting into the sea of knowledge, and the thought arose and blocked it. Before it rained, he extinguished the idea of going out, not to mention that the sky and the earth were gloomy, the autumn rain continued, it didn't matter, it was just a rough meal, eating, not full, hungry, it was only a matter of one night.

Looking at heaven and earth from the perspective of the soul, there is another clarity, the clouds between heaven and earth gather and disperse, the ups and downs, the fine water vapor gathers, when the cloud can not bear its gravity, it will naturally fall, the rain passes through the clouds, penetrates in the air, the invisible gas is coldly squeezed out of a channel, when it passes, the channel is squeezed by the tumbling airflow, disappears, the space collapses, the airflow rolls and collides, and then it is squeezed by the raindrops behind, and a small channel is stiffly discharged, and then the airflow is squeezed, disappears, and the airflow collides, so a cycle repeats。

The autumn rain fell sparsely all night, and Wen Chuanting sat upright all night, Zhihai repeated the process of simulating the rain dripping, endless repetition, he only saw a cycle, an endless cycle.

In the early morning, the horn of war sounded again, and people numbly walked out of the camp, received weapons, and rushed to the battlefield where I don't know how many lives were buried.

Wen Chuanting held the standard long knife and licked his lips unconsciously. "It's another harvest day. Jumping nimbly, his body twisted like a snake, dodging the opponent's attack, the long knife in his hand gently slashed an arc, cutting the opponent's throat, letting the blood spray all over his body, and exerting the maximum effect with the least strength. On the battlefield, he saves every ounce of strength, not for stinginess, he is always ready, ready for a sudden attack.

During the attack, the secret method in the secret battle is actually combated, the power of swallowing is transmitted from the body, the blood sprayed on the body, the essence is instantly devoured, and the long knife cuts through the opponent's throat, and it also transmits a warm current, nourishing the body and strengthening the qi and blood.

Under the cover of that thin body, who can understand that the energy in the blood, surging and surging, lurks under the cortex through the flesh tissues. The knife slashed at the bare upper body, leaving a long white mark.