"Do you understand?"

Ang Qin's helpless eyes trembled, as if he wanted to tell Jiaohe the horror he had seen.

Burigood wanted to step forward and push him away, but Jiaohe raised his hand to stop him.

The water bladder pours sweet fresh water in the sand, and the soaked sand is as warm as a jewel, just like the eyes of Jiaohe at this moment.

He said calmly, "I haven't seen the monster you're talking about, and I don't know what you're going through in Echo Valley. But have you ever wondered why your samurai saved you?"

Ang Qin's hands trembled, and his words were full of guilt, saying, "Because of my blood, I am the prince of the desert atrium."

"Nope."

These words made Ang Qin raise his head, and Jiao He continued, "You brought all the warriors in the atrium with you in your first battle, so what is left in the atrium?"

Angqin thought of the atrium, the land full of tents, the singing and dancing of young girls, the night of bonfires, the juicy dinner, the samurai sitting on the ground with their wines in their hands, listening to the wolf howls in the desert until dawn.

His face was pale, and he tensed the green tendons on his brow bones and said, "Women, old people, children."

"The samurai sacrificed themselves to save you in order to get you back to the atrium." Jiaohe raised his hand and held Angqin's hand, "Their parents, wives, and children are still in the atrium, and the enemy will continue to attack and kill their families. And if you're still alive, you'll be able to lead the people of the Atrium out of there and find a new home."

Ang Qin's eyes glared at him when he heard this, and he said fiercely, "Give me a chance, I will never run away!" That's what slaves do."

Burigood sneered and said, "Time will not go back, your decisive battle has already been lost."

"You don't understand." Ang Qin clenched Jiaohe's collar tightly, and the depth of his force made his fists white, "I can't accept my defeat, I am the prince of the desert atrium, but the warriors who follow me will all die in the decisive battle. If I am the only one alive, then I am a disgrace! The Holy Talaton will not let an incompetent warrior enter His temple! My only destination is to die in the desert, and my soul will be imprisoned in the desert forever and weeping, like a wolf howling in the middle of the night."

Burigood just wanted to speak, but he saw Jiaohe suddenly raise his hand suddenly!

Syllable!

The weight of this hand directly knocked Ang Qin down!

"Cowardice is not a reason to give up on oneself." Jiaohe stared at Ang Qin, "You can sit here and wait for death, whether it's a wolf, a call from Taratten, or your most hated enemy to take your head. But your death is worthless, and the same is true of the samurai."

Angqin's eyes widened, and he staggered to his feet in anger, roaring in heartbreak, "You're not there! You don't see what those monsters are like, they run faster than wolves, jump higher than eagles, and can kill powerful samurai with just their bare hands!" He glared at Jiaohe and said, "I said it was never a fair battle, they were a curse from the evil gods, and in order to clean up the desert, let us disappear into the desert completely!"

"Then you're going to put down your scimitar? Aren't you a samurai? Don't you understand what it costs to put down your scimitar?" Jiaohe's words are cold, "Putting down the scimitar is a slave, and a slave is not qualified to pity himself in the desert. The decisive battle in Echo Valley is only for the samurai who grips the scimitar to live! Even if they die in battle, it is so that their families can live well. Angqin, are you going to let down those dead warriors?!"

Ang Qin clenched his fists and retorted angrily, "What about you, where are these warriors who follow you going? Going to an unfair showdown? Do you want to send you to death senselessly?!"

Jiaohe stared at the angry Angqin for a long time, then calmed down and said, "There is never a fair decisive battle in this world, only the courage to die generously. I fight for the living, and I fight for the dead. If you don't fight, the desert will fall, fight! There's still a glimmer of life."

Ang Qin spat on the ground with disdain, saying, "Stupid."

Jiaohe threw the water bladder at Angqin's feet and said, "It is foolish not to die for anything, the Canadians must be driven out of the desert, no matter what monster is ahead, at least them."

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"Still holding a scimitar in your hand."

Scold.

The dazzling golden scimitar was barbed into the sand, and Burigood looked at Anqin and said, "This is the knife you held when you were unconscious, and you may regret in your sleep that you didn't brave those monsters in Echo Valley. But you do have a second chance, just pick up the scimitar and join the team. As a slave, win back your role as a samurai in a decisive battle! The temple of Natalateng will surely accept your soul."

Jiaohe turned over and got on his horse, and as he grasped the reins, he tilted his head and said, "Angqin, the wolf howl of the desert is never the cry of the soul. It was an angry roar, and it was also a warning to the predators and a warning to oneself that only by constantly advancing and biting could one be qualified to survive in the desert, which was the rule of the desert. Angqin, are you a wolf? Drive!"

The horses neighed and ran after the team.

Turning the horse's head, Burigood said, "Choose one of the water and the sword."

He followed Jiaohe and rode away, leaving Angqin alone to stand in the sand in a daze.

The desert was hot and stuffy without wind, and Ang Qin looked at the water bladder and licked his lips, but after a while he grabbed a handful of sand from the ground and poured it over his head.

Syllable.

The water bladder was trampled on the soles of his feet, and Ang Qin pulled out the golden scimitar from the sand, and the fine sand fell down the sharp blade of the knife, and was immediately put into the sheath.

He walked slowly at the end of the procession, his eyes looking at Jiaohe's back turned from confusion to determination, at this moment he was no longer a poor lost person in the desert.

He found his way.

Autumn leaves falling head-on from the trees as you look up at the sky.

The red leaves in the eyes are like fallen fireworks, and colorful and purple and red are falling one after another.

Motoyoshi opened his mouth wide and smiled stupidly.

He waved his hand in the air to grab the maple leaf, bouncing like a happy child.

"If you decide to go, I won't stop you." Qi Zhou Zhenren was short and could only sit on a small bench, he put his elbows against his knees to look at Yuanji who was jumping under the big tree outside the house, "But I thought, this kid is actually very good like this, why do you bother to let him change back?"

Jiang Guo looked at Yuan Ji with one hand hanging and elbow in the other, her eyes were full of sorrow, but when Yuan Ji looked over, she squeezed out a forced smile on her face.

"The sword pool of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate is worth a try, wash his demonic nature, and maybe he will be able to recover to his original state." Jiang Guo looked at Yuan Ji holding the maple leaf and throwing it high into the sky, "You can't let him be stupid like this for the rest of his life, right?"

Qi Zhou Zhenren looked at Yuan Ji's eyes with kindness, and he was amused by this stupid appearance.

"Fruit." Qi Zhou Zhenren leaned over and pressed his knees, "When Yuan Ji never worshipped the old man as a teacher, do you remember what he looked like at the beginning?"

Jiang Guo remembered that day four years ago, Yuanji, who was in a coma, was covered in blood, and all he shouted in his dreams was "Miss...... Miss ......", at that time, he stepped into the ghost gate, but what he remembered in his heart was Zhen Kexiao.

"He was a dead man." Jiang Guo smiled but pursed his lips, "I don't care about anything for Zhen Kexiao, let alone my own life and death."

Qi Zhou Zhenren patted his knee with a smile, and then changed his hand to support it, and said, "Who says it's not. I have been suffering for half my life, not to mention the life of the master, and I have followed Lu Bupin to learn the vicious murderous swordsmanship since I was a child. How often did you see him smiling so happily after he came to my door?" He grinned and watched Motoyoshi frolicking under the tree, "I like him a lot, how happy is he for the rest of his life?"

Jiang Guo's smile gradually dissipated, and she said resolutely, "This is not him."

"You're stubborn." Qi Zhou Zhenren sighed and got up, he stood in front of the threshold with his hands behind his back, "Before, Ting'er, Lu Hanxiao and the others went to Damo and investigated the four spirit blood arrays of the Demon Dao. Immediately following the birth of Suzaku, the four spirits are in the world, and the demon path will inevitably search for the whereabouts of the rest of the holy spirits. The Ten Thousand Swords Gate is now the first place to bear the risk."

Qi Zhou Zhenren sighed helplessly.

"The Sword Pool is the forbidden place of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, and even the disciples of this sect can't enter it on weekdays, let alone a disciple of Kaiyuan Valley." Jiang Guo narrowed his eyes and stared at Yuan Ji, "Taking advantage of this Spirit Casting Conference, I can find an opportunity to wash away his demonic nature, maybe him."

I will regain my memory and change back to the Yuan Ji we are familiar with."

Among the four major sects of cultivation, the sword-forging skills of tens of thousands of sword sects are the most outstanding. And "Casting Spirit" is to introduce spiritual power into the newly cast immortal soldiers, giving them spiritual power, which can be controlled by cultivators.

There are not many cultivators in the world, and the weapons they use are also different. And a very small number of immortal soldiers have developed spiritual wisdom in the process of being endowed with spirit casting due to the caster's precise casting skills.

Among the Xiuzhen sects, the sword pool of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate has been passed down from ancient times to the present, and it is the most desirable holy place for the casters who cast immortal soldiers.

Qi Zhou Zhenren raised his neck and smacked his lips, he pondered for a moment, and said, "The sword pool cleanses the demons well, but if you want to recover your memory, I'm afraid the problem lies in the sword he used to match."

At this time, Motoyoshi was twisting a fiery red maple leaf to cover his eyes, and curiously looked through the sunlight to see the part of the maple leaf that connected to the rhizome.

The clear and distinct meridians are connected like a perfect fit between flesh and bones.

He grabbed the maple leaf in two pieces and gently tore it open.

"You said on the day you saved him." Jiang Guo withdrew her gaze from Yuan Ji, and she turned to Qi Zhou Zhenren, "His sword is in line with his spirit."

Qi Zhou Zhenren bowed his head and said, "There is a strong killing intent in his dantian, and the blood array set up by Emperor Jingcheng is supposed to be absolutely inescapable. He may still be alive because the sword has already given birth to the Spiritual Protector, which keeps him alive."

Jiang Guo hesitated and said, "If I find that sword, can you restore his memory?"

"Perhaps." Qi Zhou replied with a mutter, "Maybe you can, maybe you can't." But if that were the case, he wouldn't be as interesting as he is now." He looked at Jiang Guo with a deep gaze, "You should ask yourself if you want him to change back to the way he used to be."

Jiang Guo hesitated to pause, and at this time, Yuan Ji suddenly ran back, and he shouted happily, "Master, Master! Look!"

Qi Zhou Zhenren smiled kindly, and he asked curiously like a child, "What treasure did Yuanji find again?"