Many years later, Shen Bujiao recalled today's battle situation, and he still had palpitations, when he was in it, he watched his partners who had been with him fall powerlessly under the sharp claws of the void monster, but he couldn't do anything, and he couldn't spare his hands to help them...... Shen Bujiao's side was attacked by the Void Monster Tide, and the area where Zhan Tang was located was not spared, and after Zhan Tang led the students to solve the Void Monster in his area, when he arrived at the main battlefield of the Void Monster Tide where Su Buli was, the students had suffered heavy casualties, and the broken, bloody and tragic picture was unforgettable.

After the war, Su Buli counted the number of war dead, and at that time, there were 12 classes brought out of the military academy, with 30 students in each class, a total of 360, and that time, only 178 people returned alive.

Ukikiau, Military Academy.

Autumn nights, the night is as cool as water.

In the distance, the water in the pond is not alarmed, the pavilion lights reflect each other, and the students of the Military Academy are on the silver moon in the sky, on the clear pond, under the eaves, lighting a lantern that means reunion and carries all the good wishes.

Shen Bujiao sat on the roof, blindfolded by white veil, swaggering in the autumn breeze, the lights reflected on her fair face, which should have added a little soft warmth, but she was immersed in the lively lights, and Zhou Tianche only saw the boundless loneliness and coldness.

He carried a jar of wine and strode towards the place where Shen Bujiao was staying, he didn't deliberately restrain his breath, so Shen Bujiao found him as soon as possible, keen and incredible, this is the sequelae she left after the battle in the void a year ago.

Zhou Tianche flew up to the roof, and a jar of wine was thrown beside him, making a crisp sound when it hit the tiles, and was blown by the autumn wind to an unknown place.

Shen Bujiao and Zhou Tianche sat side by side, and the half-moon just set in the night sky where her face was facing, bathing her in the cold moon, especially emphasizing her Zhong Lingyuxiu.

The two were silent, the lights were dim in the distance, the hustle and bustle was endless, laughing and scolding, and the wanton young people gently embellished the moonlight in the world.

After a long time, Shen Bujiao turned his head and chuckled, "It's been a long time." Her voice was very soft, like a breeze tonight, but with a melancholy that could not be dissolved.

Zhou Tianche wiped the wine from the corners of his lips, and raised his eyebrows to look at her, he hadn't seen her for more than a year, and the lively and cheerful girl in his impression, adhering to the trust and sincerity of people, rushing forward with her head bored, and now she has also changed.

"You, you just came back from Meifeng......" Zhou Tianche's eyes were very calm and clear, but his voice was extraordinarily ethereal and shallow, like a mist in the mountains and forests in the early morning.

Shen Bujiao lowered her head lonely, and the corners of her lips hooked up a shallow and bitter smile, which made people feel bitter in her heart, and she let out a low voice like a mosquito, "Hmm." ”

Mei Feng, the cemetery of the Floating Tong Sergeant, I remember that four years ago, they entered the red plum scorching together, desolate and tragic, and recorded the names of many deceased ancestors.

How can there be any quiet years, but someone is carrying the weight for you, and the predecessors will eventually pass away, just like the bell of the South Mountain, the younger generations uphold the will of the ancestors and continue to squander their blood on the land they once swore to protect.

She once thought that the tombstone under the plum tree of Meifeng was far away from her, until a year ago, the appearance of the Void Monster Tide, her companions who had been with her for several years fell down one by one, and their bodies were divided and eaten by the Void Monsters, only the name was deeply engraved on the tombstone, stroke by stroke, it was the expression of their life's story, and it was their unswerving answer to death.

Zhou Tianche can understand Shen Bujiao's mood at this time, nine years have passed, from the original dream at midnight every day to the scene of the past year, to the dream of meeting is like a long landscape, there is no trace, the time is slightly cool, it is a distant past, the deceased will not come back, there is no return.

This road, the time is too long, there are too many shadows, and the memories are too heavy, Zhou Tianche laughed, but there was no smile in the laughter, full of eternal sadness, reaching out to pick up the wine on the side, the cold moon, the bitter wine, and the loneliness of the breeze and the mountains and rivers, soaked in the silent night.

The sea of stars flows, and the years become monuments.

I don't know how long it took, the street lights were swaying, the figures were scattered, the flashy feast had ended, and the moonlight shrouded the world of lights, Zhou Tianche and Shen Bujiao sat under the moonlight in this world, motionless, half-looking up at the seemingly eternal starry sky, their eyes were complicated, and their thoughts were surging, as if they were dyed with autumn frost.

"You have to look forward, and you have to continue to walk forward, to the end of the long night, to the bright lights, to the mountains and rivers are safe, what they have guarded all their lives, they can't see, then, we will guard for them, for them." Zhou Tianche looked at her squarely, "Instead of remembering and lamenting their loss here, it is better to do something practical." ”

Throughout their lives, they are moving forward with the expectations of others, unshirkable responsibilities, and unswerving beliefs.

Shen Bujiao was slightly surprised, and then smiled, his tone was gentle, and he was extremely sincere, "Thank you, I understand." ”

Zhou Tianche left, just like when he came, like a wisp of breeze, drifting away.

Looking at his back as the night faded, Shen Bujiao retracted his senses, didn't move, and still sat on the roof, no one knew what she was thinking.

Shen Bujiao put her hands on her cheeks, at this moment, she was very sad, the years are long, the mountains and rivers are turbulent, you and I have embarked on this doomed difficult road, even if the bones are turned into ashes, even if the catastrophe is irreversible, the belief and goal have never wavered, let alone changed, but you and I are no longer the same as we were back then.

Things are not people, but that's it.

Their lives are like a river, the left bank is full of peaceful memories, the right bank is the years of changing stars, and the middle is the sadness that cannot be crossed.

Shen Bujiao thought that he would sit alone until dawn tonight, waiting for the red sun to rise, but he didn't expect to see Zhou Tianche away and usher in a second person, Song Ziyuan, the first seat of the Heavenly Academy.

Song Ziyuan saw Shen Bujiao sitting on the roof with his knees on his knees, his heart heavy, his blindfolded white veil wrapped around the green silk fluttering and dancing in the cold wind of the autumn night.

"Something?" Song Ziyuan sat down beside Shen Bujiao by himself, his movements were smooth, with an indescribable freehand, extremely natural.

When Shen Bujiao heard Song Ziyuan's question, he was unexpectedly stunned, and then cheered up, pulled up the corners of his mouth to reveal a faint smile, shook his head and denied: "No."

"Lying is not a good habit." Song Ziyuan smiled gently, and his words revealed a sense of omniscience that saw through everything, this kind of naturalness and calmness in controlling everything at any time and place is something that Shen Bujiao can't learn now, Song Ziyuan has sat firmly on the first seat of the Heavenly Council for more than 400 years, his heart and realm, as well as the state of mind accumulated over the long years, are far beyond ordinary people.

Shen Bujiao pursed her lips and rubbed her palms, looking extremely low and fragile, her beautiful face was hidden under the long hair that fell, and the whole person was shrouded in a layer of lingering depression, her heart was blocked, and a thousand words twisted in her heart, but she couldn't say a word.