The yellowed pages are ordinary and quaint, with a different charm.

The action of opening the paper was simple, but in Xu Sheng's heart, it was extremely solemn, and his hands were trembling.

He was convinced that it contained important information about his fate.

Paper.

It was completely expanded.

It turned out to be one large and three small, a total of four.

A small piece of paper, Xu Sheng only glanced at it, and he was stunned.

What the hell is the glyph? It's not humanly understandable at all, it's like a child drawing and playing.

"Let's take it first, it can't really be a joke." Xu Sheng muttered to himself, held the three small rolls into a ball, and put them into the placket.

In his hand, there was only a piece of paper left, and his gaze naturally flowed towards it.

He stared, and lines of beautiful small words clearly came into his eyes:

Little friends near An? After two years of separation, I miss it very much, but the opportunity has not come to pass, and I can't see it. I still remember the first time I met in Zhongzhou, when it rained, the little friend did not give up, and invited the inner compartment to take refuge. When the rain rests, things are urgent, and the little friend falls asleep deeply, I can't bear to disturb, so I don't give up.

In the past two years, the occasion of the little friend is unusual, the ups and downs should be tasted, the joys and sorrows, but I know that all kinds of tastes, I can also imagine.

Xiaoyou should be confused about the road ahead, after all, the world is big, there are hundreds of millions of people, the history is long, and there are many planners.

However, I entered the game earlier, and I have experienced a lot, and I have a word that I can give to my friends.

The so-called fate, although it is in the hands of heaven, people can also fight!

Please believe that the future may not be bleak, and there is its own "mystery", which is protecting us.

"This..."

Seeing this, Xu Sheng's heart was completely indescribable, and the image of the old way was sketched out little by little.

"He's the same as me? Or is it... Are we in the same camp? ”

Xu Sheng muttered, his heart was full of thoughts, but he was confused and unclear.

The old Taoist priest is obviously in the same game as Xu Sheng, and he still knows the truth (at least part of the truth); But what role does he play? What are the similarities and differences with Xu Sheng's positioning?

"Damn it!"

Xu is thinking deeply, Xu Sheng's head hurts, he lightly smashed his head with his fist, cheered up, and continued to look down.

Further down is a small poem.

The west wind gathers and condenses,

A place is scorched and human lives are destroyed.

The tragic death of the heroic soul should not be dispersed,

Cast into a flower on the other side.

Fluttering with the wind outside the city,

It's a chopping or a choice.

Mo Dao has a bumpy road ahead,

Tianxing has always self-measured.

This poem is really not outstanding, not neat, and has no charm; But it clearly illustrates the fact that outside Zhiyang City, there is a flower on the other side!

Its stay will be decided by Xu Sheng.

"What do you call the flower of the other side? Is it the souls of those who have died that have somehow been re-condensed? ”

Xu Sheng muttered in contemplation, he turned his head to look, even if he blessed his eyes with the "invisible secret power", he only saw the sun outside the temple swaying wantonly.

He couldn't see what was outside the city, and he knew he had to go.

"Alas, wait for me. Immortals, please turn me back. ”

As soon as Xu Sheng raised his legs, the homeless man panicked, and he hurriedly followed, chattering non-stop.

Ignoring his noise, Xu Sheng walked on his own, uncontrollably setting off many speculations in his heart.

In short, one thing is certain, this other side flower is very unusual, its survival will be decided by Xu Sheng, and it will also have a great deal to do with Xu Sheng's fate.

"I can't find Chen Xiaofang, he should have left."

In the gap of the turbid flow of rocks, Yan Yanzhi looked into the distance and said to the general with a gloomy face beside him.

"He doesn't believe us."

The general looked at Yan Yan with one of them, thoughtfully, and spoke softly.

"No, it's not." Yan Yanzhi shook his head, turned to face the general, and said solemnly: "This time in Zhiyang, we encountered unimaginable existences, the destruction of more than 80,000 soldiers, the death of Yan Shaoguang, the capture of Chen Xiaoyun, and... The loss of the Thrilling Sword. These things crushed his self-confidence, and now, the only thing that can reassure him is his mountain-like master! ”

.“ Your losses have been terrible. The general turned his head away, pointed back, and said in a cold voice: "This Zhiyang City, which has been founded for nearly seven hundred years, has few people who know it, but it has become a place of shame for you and me. ”

"I'm guilty!"

Yan Yanzhi knelt down, raised his head, and said sharply: "I didn't stop Yan Shaoguang, causing 80,000 warriors to fall on the battlefield, please follow the military law." ”

"You..." The general looked down at Yan Yanzhi, although his face was gloomy, there was kindness in his eyes. He stared at it for a while, smiled bitterly, and said softly: "I also suffered defeat in the front, and if you want to be guilty, I also have it." ”

"What!?"

Although he had already guessed, Yan Yanzhi was still taken aback when he heard the exact answer at this moment.

General, who is it!? There are few defeats in his life, and the only few losses are helpless in the face of several times the military strength. Even if he loses, he will definitely make the enemy pay an even more painful price.

Yan Yanzhi still remembers that ten years ago, he was just nineteen years old, and he was just a scout soldier, facing the siege of 8,000 people from the Northern Desolation Clan, and their team of 400 people seemed to have no chance of winning.

At that time, he even thought about death. Since ancient times, the "alien race" that has fallen into the hands of the desolate people has no one who can survive, and there is no chance to even bow down.

It is better to die than to be humiliated.

That was the truest portrayal of his heart at that time, he took out his knife and was ready to do it; But, at the moment when the blade was aimed at his stomach, he heard the "charge"!

Some people decide to accept their fate, while others say: never!

The general, who was only a reserve commander at that time, was led by him at a critical moment to launch a breakthrough.

Logically, this could not be successful, but he was inspired, and everyone decided to give it a try.

And the result of the attempt was beyond everyone's expectations...

After the war, the dozen or so survivors realized that the tall commander who accompanied them day and night, and could joke at will, was so powerful that he could match the world's first-class masters.

It was also at that time, looking at the blood that he couldn't stop seeping and the dozens of arrow wounds he suffered for his companions to block, Yan Yanzhi left tears, and regarded the dying person in front of him as a lifelong pursuit and faith...

And now, the general's words undoubtedly hit Yan Yanzhi's heart hard, making him a little trance... Somewhat shaken.

Shouldn't Kanto, a war-torn and tired place, be pushed sideways? He lost, it wasn't a big deal, maybe by accident; However, the general also lost, is it a doomed defeat?

"What are you thinking?"

Seeing Yan Yanzhi's distraction, the general frowned, he gently patted Yan Yanzhi's shoulder, and raised his hand to signal him to stand up.

"Are you scared?"

The general asked casually, but his heart was eagerly awaiting a firm answer.

"I... I'm not afraid. ”

"Well, I'm glad you said that." The general smiled and continued, "If you are afraid, you can ask me, and I will let you go back to Tianjing, and promise that you will never bear even the slightest responsibility for this war. ”

"I said, I'm not afraid." This time, Yan Yanzhi did not hesitate, his chest was straight, and his eyes were shining!

"Good!" The general slapped him on the shoulder, not comforting, but encouraging. He said, "In that case, let the two of us atone for our sins together." We have not lost this war, and this war will bet on the national body and our dignity! ”