He has practiced for five lifetimes, and every time he is reincarnated, he forgets the memories of his previous life, and only when he opens his wisdom at a certain node can he open the information stored in the primordial gods.

But as soon as a person with this kind of destiny lands, he is a lonely fate.

All the details of the experience in life are controlled by the destiny of heaven, and they are pushed to the path of cultivation.

Therefore, the fifth generation of Lonely Life has never had a wife or concubine, or a partner.

He was even thinking about how he would be willing to cultivate half of his life into her body when he saw her dying.

At that moment, Xue Zhen didn't think about it. There is no idea, as if this is what should be done.

"Maybe that's what she said, she has a lot of spiritual ginseng, and she will make up for it if she wastes it." Xue Zhen muttered to himself, shook his head and laughed self-deprecatingly.

The problem of Meng Jiu'er going out of the city was not a problem at all.

Xue Zhen looked at the person who had regained his sanity in front of him and knew that she could completely treat this puppet disease.

What's more, the defenders of the city happen to be the "ghost soldiers" under these Qi Wang soldiers.

The people on the haystack must have at least two pillars of incense in the world before they slowly begin to have feelings, and at this moment, they are hiding their faces and sobbing.

"Cuihua, San'er and my son, where are you...... Mother, the son is not filial. ”

Xue Zhen watched coldly.

When the man was completely awake, he saw Xue Zhen standing in front of him, and pounced on him and kowtowed repeatedly:

"Childe, bother to tell me, where am I and how am I now? Is it still a big drought? What's going on with Lanming County? ”

His head slammed into the ground, and in an instant, his head bled out.

Xue Zhen looked at him with a calm face: "It's gone, it's a big drought, it's gone." ”

Lanming County has become the place where the two armies of King Chujiang and King Qi Ming fought last year, and it is long gone, and the battle is fought at night, and the people rarely escape.

As he spoke, he was about to leave, when the man hugged Xue Zhen's leg and cried: "Childe, Childe, stay here, can you tell me who saved me just now?" ”

Xue Zhen put away the folding fan and kicked it open:

"Find it yourself, I don't know her."

The man was shaken away by the true qi on his feet a few meters away, and when he got up with a disgraced face, Xue Zhen was already in this flower hall in the front hall that had been abandoned for many years.

It's obviously a three-entry courtyard, but it's overgrown with weeds and unpopular.

Xue Zhen was slightly twilighted, his way was really wrong.

"Xue Gongzi, the child you brought when you escorted my daughter has grown up, and I see that my time is short, so you can accept him."

The old woman standing under the flower hall had tears on her face:

"In order to feed me, he went out all day to fight with those people, and grabbed some official food, after a long time, things really can't be covered, it doesn't matter if I die, but the child is only in his early twenties, and there is no way to live outside, what do you say I should do."

Xue Zhen bowed lightly.

Seeing that he had agreed, the old woman hurriedly knelt down:

"Thank you, Master Xue, the old slave knows, I'm just a country woman, it's better for you to have a row in front of King Qi, if the child follows you, you will not be wronged."

The three heads knocked back with tears.

Although it was the adopted son brought by her daughter, she also pulled it up, and it was worth it for her to simply go to the three-foot white silk when she thought of leaving.

Xue Zhen asked in a deep voice, "Do you know who he is?" ”

The old woman looked up at Xue Zhen suddenly, and her head hesitated for a long time before slowly shaking her head.

"You raised the eldest son of the Meng family, Meng Jue."

The voice is not high, but the words are sound.

At that time, the Meng Jiajun could be described as thunderous.

If there is a war, when I hear that it is the Mengjia army, how many foreign enemies, including the powerful Mobei, have been frightened when they hear this name, and most of their morale has been lost.

The rivers and mountains of Huachang Country were defeated by the Mengjia army, and they were loyal ministers of five generations.

In the end, the family was ruined, and the people were killed.

Even the old woman who didn't know a few big characters knew it, and suddenly her body shook.

People all over the country actually know the fate of the Meng family.

It's just that the year is too old, and today's young people have regarded it as a piece of history, and some have forgotten it.

I remember that year, it was the autumn queen, and after hearing the news that the Meng family army had violated the imperial power and beheaded the family, many people went to see them off.

Presumably, most of the people who rushed to Bianjing all the way are now in their old age.

She knelt on the ground with a lonely look in her eyes, and murmured: "I don't know, I never knew that there was an orphan in the Meng family, he is my son, his name is Ning Yan, yes, his name is Ning Yan." ”

If he had known, his adopted son would not have survived.

After saying this, the old woman hit her head against the pillar and lost her breath on the spot.

Xue Zhen's expression was not moved at all, just thinking of Meng Jiu'er's words, he couldn't help but squint his eyes and look at the corpse on the ground.

But this is the way of the emperor.