The next day, when Nanshan woke up, his temples were gray overnight, and the whole person's spirit seemed to be drained away.

Friends Zhu Yuan and Yuanji accompanied Nanshan, and they didn't know how to open their mouths to comfort.

For Nanshan, overnight, he lost everything.

Nanshan stared at the top of the tent blankly, his eyes, face, and heart were full of regret and sadness.

After three days in a row, seeing Nanshan's health getting worse and worse, he didn't eat, drink or sleep, which has seriously affected his health.

Coach Wu Sen walked into the big tent belonging to Nanshan, and under the surprised eyes of Zhu Yuan and Yuanji, coach Wu Sen knocked Nanshan unconscious with one palm.

"Find a straw and feed him some liquid food and water."

"If it goes on like this, his town Nanbo will be abolished."

"When he wakes up, let me know!"

Zhu Yuan and Yuanji nodded again and again, and the two of them went down to bring water and white porridge, and forcibly fed Nanshan.

Another day later, coach Wu Sen walked into the big tent, stared at Nanshan, who had opened his eyes, and said in a calm voice.

"Mourning!"

Coach Wu Sen first said a word of comfort to Nanshan, and after a slight pause, he reminded Nanshan.

"If you continue like this, you will be disloyal and unfilial."

"Uncle Zhennan, your parents' new wife has not avenged their revenge, and An dares to be bedridden, how can he lie in bed so young."

"Is it possible that you want to let the murderer of your parents' new wife continue to go unpunished?"

"There is news that the anti-thief Qingbiao has fled south, and he has not yet left Nanping Mansion."

The words revenge, parents, new wife, murderer, and impunity are like fishing hooks, pulling back Nanshan who fell into the endless abyss.

On the bed, Nanshan's hands slowly moved, and the light in his eyes bloomed.

On the second day, Xu is heart knot was untied, or because of the young man, Nanshan's spirit quickly recovered, and he had already gotten out of bed and walked around in the barracks.

At noon, Nanshan also attended a military meeting to discuss how to exterminate the rebellious mountain bandits hiding in the mountains.

When the meeting ended, coach Wu Sen looked at Nanshan who walked out, and there was an inexplicable fear in his heart.

Because Nanshan at the meeting, the suggestions and strategies put forward were basically the kind of strategy to kill them all.

"There are schemes, methods, and ruthlessness, maybe I shouldn't let this son come to his senses."

After a long time, coach Wu Sen sighed again.

"It's a good thing to be ruthless!!"

……

Half a year later, Nanshan accompanied the Zhennan Army to suppress bandits and anti-thieves, and cleaned up the imperial capital Bianliang, Yingchuan Mansion, Jingchuan Mansion, and Youzhou Mansion, and returned half of the world to peace.

The army passed through Pingyang County, and Nanshan passed through the door without entering, so Yu immediately did not say a word.

A year later, the Zhennan army swept away all the way with strong soldiers and horses, sufficient food and grass, and the support of the people, and the help of officials from all over the country, turning Nanping Mansion, the origin of the disaster, upside down, and killing the sky red.

Nam Binh Province, the southernmost one.

The Zhennan army swept away the rebellion of the ghost clan overnight, and killed and chopped the entire clan of the ghost clan, including Tusi.

"Give you a chance, abandon the darkness and turn to the light, and tell the whereabouts of the anti-thieves Qingbei and Qingbiao, otherwise there will be no forgiveness!!"

On the school field, Nanshan saw that no one responded to him, and with a wave of his hand, the heads fell, and the entire clan of the ghost clan was killed, and the clan was wiped out.

After exterminating the Japanese ghost clan, Nanshan continued to lead his troops south, and those who did not surrender were all killed to genocide in the places they passed.

Since arriving in Nanping Mansion, Coach Wu Sen decided to sit in Nanping Mansion to stabilize the situation and protect the peace of the people.

And Nanshan, the killing star, was directly designated by the coach Wu Sen as the general of the expedition to the south, and arranged for Nanshan to exterminate the thieves and natives hiding in the southern mountains and forests.

Coach Wu Sen's arrangement is a little out of sight and out of mind.

Nanshan started from Yingchuan Mansion, and the decisiveness of killing and the thickness of the murderous intent were simply miserable.

The name of killing stars gradually spread, and Nanshan killed people who did many evils in several major state capitals, trembling and trembling.

Of course, arranging Nanshan to be the general of the expedition to the south also has the meaning of using Nanshan to expand the territory and suppress the anti-thieves.

Three years later, the southernmost rainforest on the mainland.

Nanshan came all the way to conquer, and finally caught the big enemy Qing Biao.

On this night, on the beach to the south, the screams resounded for a day and a night, and never stopped.

In the early hours of the morning, in the woods near the sea, in the ranks of the army to conquer the south, there were soldiers talking in a low voice.

"The voice is getting quieter and quieter, I'm afraid that person can't stand it!"

"You say, isn't our general too cruel?"

"Is this called cruelty? What are our dead brothers all the way south? ”

"That is, in this world of the jungle, only a person like the general can lead us all the way to victory."

"It's not cruel, the general can't go this far, and the laws and territory of the imperial court can't reach here."

"What about benefiting the country and the people, benefiting the people and benefiting themselves, and being cruel?"

"This ......"

And so, another ten years passed.

After reaching the southernmost side, Nanshan turned from east to west and continued to move forward.

On this day, Nanshan met the anti-thief Qingbei on the edge of a river called the Crocodile River.

However, at this time, Qingbei had a sharp arrow in his chest, and the sharp arrow was poisonous, and Qingbei's whole body was paralyzed and he couldn't move.

Nanshan walked in front of Qingbei and looked at the latter quietly.

Qingbei also stared at Nanshan, who had white temples, fierce eyes, and black armor, making Nanshan's whole person look like a Shura killing god.

Qingbei was in a trance, was the person in front of him the scholar that Xiao Engong was thinking about?

What a big gap!

Nanshan pulled out his long sword, looked at Qingbei, his face was expressionless, and he said a word indifferently.

"Let's hit the road!"

Poof!

The little beggar from Pingyang County has settled down.

After sending Qingbei away, Nanshan stood by the Kacrocole River all night.

After that, Nanshan stopped his pace, and from the south to the north, continued to crusade against those who did not surrender, and set off a sea of blood.

However, this time there was much less blood than the one from north to south.

Ten years later, Nanshan entered the imperial capital, was awarded the title of Nanhou, and the fief Pingyang.

Nanshan is in the imperial capital, ignoring the affairs of the court, staying away from the struggle for power, and cultivating a book in the house all day long, called "Zhengnanlu", which is a detailed description of what Nanshan has seen and heard from north to south.

Of course, in order to improve the ideological significance of the "Zhengnanlu", Nanshan also added some of his own suggestions for the governance and overall planning of the southern region.

After that, after another ten years, Nanshan returned to his hometown, and finally returned to the two houses next to the two Nanlin families.

Nanshan pushed open the courtyard door, and what caught his eye was the osmanthus tree that was thicker than the mouth of the bowl, and in an instant, the picture of digging a bird's nest under the tree with Lin Xiaomei as a child came into view and memories.

"Tomorrow after tomorrow, tomorrow is so much."

"I'm waiting for tomorrow, and everything will come to an end."

"If the world is tired of tomorrow, spring will go and autumn will come."

“……”

At the same time, two crisp children's voices came into the ears, which was the scene of Nanshan and Lin Xiaomei sitting on the swing and reciting children's songs.

Gradually, the picture of the young Nanshan wearing a tiger hat, riding a bamboo horse, and running to the backyard also appeared in Nanshan's eyes one by one.

After a long time, the single Nanshan old man burst into tears, and the old and longing low voice continued to echo in the small courtyard.

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost. ”

"I came back to my hometown in a dream, Xiaoxuan window, and I was dressing up. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ”

I don't know, young Lin Xiaomei, can she still know the dusty old man in front of her.

That night, in the garden of the Lin family's backyard, I don't know when Lin Xiaomei planted a row of red beans, and they bloomed.

The red bean blossom blooms, the flower is five-petaled, and the light fragrance lingers in the two houses of Nanlin.

The familiar fragrance of flowers woke up Nanshan and Wushan.

……

Qinghe City, Qinglian Lake.

Standing in the pavilion on the island in the middle of the lake, Wushan slowly opened his eyes, tears and tears.

Yun Mengli and Wen Ren, who had already woken up, looked at Wushan with wide eyes.

Because the Wushan that is crying at this moment is the Wushan they have never seen before.

Wen Ren sweated with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were bright, as if he had discovered the little secret of Wushan, surprised and proud.

As for Yun Mengli, after a brief shock at the beginning, he gradually looked at Wushan with a light smile, and a pair of moving fox eyes smiled happily.

"Haha...... Wu Zangyuan, why don't you tell me what you gained from the book? ”

Wen Ren Han Qing grinned, wanting to find out the secret of Wushan.

It was Yun Mengli, who was very knowledgeable and did not speak.

Wu Shan stretched out his hand, picked up the sake that Yun Mengli had refilled on the desk at some point, and drank it all.

When the wine was in his stomach, the tears in Wushan's eyes also flowed back.

Putting down the wine glass, Wu Shan's face was clear, and he opened his mouth to be bold.

"In the memory of a certain family, there is a burst of flowers!"

Wu Shan glanced at Yun Mengli deeply, and after staring at the familiar fox eyes for a moment, he turned his head and smiled at Wen Ren's sweat and green.

Wushan didn't lie, because he woke up in the burst of flowers.

However, at the moment when Wushan's words just fell, from Wushan's chest, a brilliant light emerged, dazzling.

In the bright light, Wu Shan quickly contemplated his body, and found that the fourth realm of Wendao in his chest was actually accumulating his literary qi at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It wasn't until the Wen Qi in the Wen Qi Da Dou continued to a little more than eighty percent that it slowly stopped.

Just when Wushan thought that the vision would end here, he didn't expect that the next moment, the cultural space in Wushan's chest, a group of flowers flying, flowers blooming, falling and nirvana, eternal and unchanged.

I don't know how long it took, the flowers in the sky condensed, and they condensed into a flower pen in Wushan's chest.

With the literary tone as the pen barrel and the Lingyun text as the carving, a closed flower at the tip of the pen is naturally natural, sending out bursts of literary rhyme and floral fragrance.

"It's ...... Wenmei? ”

"Dream Pen Flowers?"

Wu Shan is not the ignorant Han Han before, just for a moment, he knows what is happening.

Wushan awakened the [Dream Pen Flower], one of the talents of this life.

Literary talent, magical and mysterious, infinite use.

After a while, Wu Shan's whole body was full of brilliance, and a pattern in the shape of a dream brush and a flower was condensed at the center of his forehead and eyebrows, and the pattern flashed and disappeared into the divine court.

"Wenmei!"

"Wenmei!"

The vision in front of Wushan's forehead, of course, did not hide Yun Mengli and Wen Ren's sweaty eyes.

Therefore, what followed was the exclamation of Yun Mengli and Wen Ren.

Wu Shan opened his eyes, and the divine light in his eyes exploded, and the edge of this moment made Yun Mengli and Wen Ren Hanqing dare not look at him.

In the gazebo, there was a sudden silence.

It wasn't until the light of the white book on the desk in front of Wenren Hanqing was dim that Wenren Hanqing said with a wry smile.

"You Wu Zangyuan is really talented, and you have awakened your life!"

After a short pause, Wen Ren put away his frivolity and contempt, and asked seriously.

"Wu Zangyuan, can you tell me what Wenming is waiting for you to awaken?"

Wu Shan glanced at Wen Ren Khan Qing and did not speak.

However, when Wushan turned his head and saw Yun Mengli, who had been staring at him with a light smile, the expectation in the eyes of the fox made Wushan think of Lin Xiaomei in the world in the book.

Wu Shan did not refuse, and said lightly.

"Wenming, Dream Pen Flowers!"

As for the wonderful use of the dream pen and flowers, Wushan did not say, and he couldn't say it clearly.

There are some things that you will naturally understand, and those who don't understand will not understand how to say it.

Traveling around the world of white books, Yun Mengli and Wen Ren Khan Qing naturally have a harvest, but they have to wake up and turn around before Wushan, and the harvest is not as huge as Wushan.

Hearing that people were a little excited, they sat in place and drank stuffy wine.

Wu Shan looked at Yun Mengli and said softly.

"Can the Holy Maiden lead me to the island lake?"

Yun Mengli didn't speak, and after nodding, she waved her hand to remove the enchantment.

After greeting Wenren Khan Qing, Yun Mengli led Wushan to the place where the Furong in the heart of the island was located.

The beautiful woman in front leads the way, and her graceful posture makes Wushan have many memories.

In the depths of his love, Wushan couldn't help but shout 'little sister'.

Yun Mengli turned her head and looked at Wushan with a rather surprised gaze, her eyes inquiring.

At just one glance, Wu Shan knew that Lin Xiaomei in the world in the book was not Yun Mengli in front of him, they were just somewhat similar.

Wu Shan guessed correctly, he entered the world of Youyou Baishu with Yun Mengli and Wen Ren Hanqing, and the three of them were causally related, and each had a projection reflected into the world they entered.

Wu Shan didn't respond to Yun Mengli, and after sighing, he opened the topic.

"Can the Holy Maiden tell me how long it has been since I woke up?"

"Three days!"

When Wu Shan heard this, he was surprised.

It's a book, a world, and a dream for decades.

"Just now, Childe recognized Mengli as someone else?"

Wu Shan was silent for a long time before he hummed softly.

"Hmmm......"

However, it was Nanshan's light sentence that made Yun Mengli, who was leading the way in front, smile, and flowers bloomed everywhere.

The atmosphere fell into awkwardness, and the two of them were silent, as if they were thinking about their own things.

It didn't take long for Nanshan to come to the edge of the lake in the center of the island, only to see a dreamlike painting boat sailing from the center of the lake, splitting the waves and opening the fog, and it was so beautiful that it was suffocating.

On the painting boat, Furong's giggling laughter came, which made Wushan's depressed mind finally relax.

"Wushan, Wushan, come up and play!"

The petite Fleur stretched out her little head from a window on the second floor of the painting boat, stretched out her little hand holding the paper windmill, and kept waving to Wushan to come on the boat to play with her.

Wu Shan saw it and smiled toothily.

After bowing to Yun Mengli beside him, Wushan tapped his toes, and his feet were full of energy, and he tread the water all the way to the lake and swept away.

Looking at the picture of Wushan getting into the painting boat and lifting the hibiscus on her shoulder, the cloud dream glass on the shore gradually became trance-like.

In the world of Youyou Baishu that Yun Mengli entered, she and Wushan gave birth to a son and a daughter, and the picture in her memory is so similar to the picture at this time that it makes people unwilling.

PS: I took a look at the backstage today, and there are more than 30 book friends who are still reading this book, all of them are some uncles possessed by Shennong, and I admire the lanterns!! Hua Lantern wants to ask these thirty masters, are you satisfied with this plot that has no literary atmosphere, fights, and removes fantasy?

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.