In the winter of the thirtieth year of Emperor Yan's reign, there was news that Lou Shuping, the veteran of the bloody clothing battalion and the veteran of the Shennong clan, was seriously injured and difficult to treat, piled up into a disease, and died of illness in the chrysalis pass, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the day of the funeral all took off their armor, wore sackcloth, and wore white clothes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The soldiers of the Xuanyuan clan on the northern line took the opportunity to take the opportunity to cut off the grain and grass arteries of the northern line of the Shennong clan with 8,000 armor soldiers, and dispatched 300,000 iron cavalry to attack the butterfly chrysalis pass head-on, but before the confrontation between the two armies, Lou Shuping actually "reincarnated from death to life" and appeared in front of the army, the momentum of the Shennong army was therefore high, and the Xuanyuan side was disheartened, but in half a day, 300,000 iron cavalry were expelled thousands of miles away before they had time to attack the city, and the fighters of the northern line were once again biased to the side of the Shennong clan.

Qing Moli, another general of the Shennong clan who was in charge of the war on the northern front, saw the opportunity and dispatched 250,000 gods and demons and 400,000 qi refiners on the northern front, and combined 650,000 troops to pursue the victory, leaving only 50,000 armor to guard many fortresses such as the Chrysalis Pass.

At the same time, he rushed to cross the Luoshang River, attacked Ma Mingguan in the north, and the soldiers were roundabout, and did not attack Xuanyuan Hill, the capital city of Emperor Xuanyuan who had been painstakingly operated for many years, but rode horses and whips, and more than 600,000 troops were mighty, absorbing the luck of heaven and earth to the emperor and opening the key area of the emperor's life, known as the "Little Fuxi Tomb".

Its purpose is self-evident, the degree of viciousness is no less than the method of reducing the fortune of the punishment with sixty-four hexagrams after the wind, and knocking down the latter's natal star, is to destroy the human emperor's dragon lair, and disperse the imperial luck of Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, even if these luck cannot be used by Jiang Yu, but after this, Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor has to be reduced to a python even if he is a real dragon.

The Yellow Emperor was really furious when he heard this, and immediately mobilized the 100,000 golden armor of the Xuanyuan clan, which was known as the most elite division of the Xuanyuan clan, and did not lose the 100,000 golden armor of the Jiuli Iron Cavalry, led by Long Yue, the nephew of Ying Long, to stop the army under the command of Qing Moli, and ordered Dahong to write a letter to the thief, taking Qing Moli's attempt to destroy the dragon's lair as a rhetoric, and calling on the heroes of the world to fight together in the name of "Emperor Qing Yan's side rebels".

The Quartet heard the news and moved one after another, and the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor has always been good friends with the Ge Tian clan, Qinghai clan, Mizusawa clan, the Heavenly Demon clan and other more than 100 tribes of all sizes took the lead in expressing their attitude, expressing their willingness to stand on the side of the Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor, among which the Qinghai clan and the Heavenly Demon clan were the most active, and immediately each sent 500,000 male divisions to help the emperor, led by the strong people in the clan, totaling millions.

It turned out that hundreds of thousands of Shennong's army mourned and mourned that day, but Lou Shuping felt that the limit was approaching, and the last plan set up, as soon as this plan came out, Xuanyuan really fell into a passive situation again, and all parties who cared about the butterfly chrysalis did not dare to rush in easily, even if the defense force in the city was obviously empty.

False and real, false and true, Lou Shuping's life chess skills are average, but in the last afterglow of life, such a virtual and real hidden chess is laid out, some people grit their teeth because of it, some people sigh because of it, some people are shocked because of it, and some people praise it because of it.

It's just that no matter what the outside world thinks of him, he won't care anymore, and he can't care.

Dead Yuan knows that everything is empty.

Emptiness is emptiness, and it is also emptiness.

But when he was on the battlefield, he still hadn't achieved the so-called empty realm.

Yes, he can not care about the evaluation and opinion of others about his life after he leaves, but it is impossible to transfer this mentality to many other things.

More than 10,000 years have passed, and it is really not short.

In his life, although his cultivation has never been among the pinnacles, what he has experienced is not much inferior to those God Emperors and Demon Emperors who come from one thought of ten thousand worlds and one thought of ten thousand laws.

If you have experienced too much, correspondingly, there will be many things that have been imprinted in your heart and never let go.

He couldn't let go of the parents who gave birth to him and raised him, who were born in poverty, but never forgot to create a warm and happy environment for him, even if they died early, leaving him only a back to remember for many years.

The big locust tree, which had existed in his mind for as long as he could remember, stood in front of the small thatched hut and sheltered him and his family from countless ups and downs, and he could not let go, even if it was struck by a swift and terrible lightning in the storm, and the branches and leaves were scattered, and the torso was broken in two, and he could no longer stand upright.

The strange uncle who had always been taciturn, who wore only a body of bark in the cold winter, who was delirious but very kind to him, who always took the trouble to pick wild fruits for him, played games with him that seemed very childish and ridiculous to adults, but which were extremely interesting to him, and who picked up branches as weapons with him, and from time to time picked out birds' nests and picked his feet, he could not let go.

There is also the little fox with a snow-white body, flexible and cute, the girl who looks ordinary but sings very well, likes to tie a pair of pigtails, and the stubborn old man who doesn't know a few big characters and can't even see the totem texture clearly, but bragged in front of people all day long about how good his ability to tell fortunes is by bones......

There are too many people and things, I can't explain it clearly, and I can't finish it.

All Lou Shuping can do is to remember them one by one in his heart, and he will not forget them in his sleep.

Even if this dream lasts thousands of years, it will never wake up.

The old man, who had countless scars on his body and carried countless feats, only made one movement and said a word at the moment when he was lying quietly on the bed and about to return to the void.

With trembling arms, he slowly got up and looked in the direction of his native Ikawa through the half-open window.

There is nostalgia, reluctance, regret, and lamentation in the eyes......

But it's more about the desire.

Just like the longing he had for everything around him when he was first born into this world.

Innocent and beautiful.

His last words were so indistinct that neither of the two attendants around him could understand him.

But he himself knows it all too well.

Dressed in bloody clothes, armed with bloody guns, and performing blood sacrifices, he spent most of his life on horseback, and he said seven words that were very likely to wipe out all the merits of his life.

"May there be no more wars in the world. ”

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