Eastern Regions, the northern border of the Chu State.

"Didn't the teacher find anything interesting?" Shadow said.

"What?" The one-armed old man didn't seem to know anything, but he actually had the answer in his heart, but he was waiting for his disciple's answer.

"During King Wu's war, the key to King Wu's victory was to borrow the luck of the Northern Regions, and after sweeping Liuhe, he returned the luck of the Northern Regions."

"And then?" The one-armed old man seemed to be careless, but in fact, he took advantage of the effort to adjust his posture and secretly glanced to the northeast.

"The 'Kyushu Plan' and King Wu's War, two things that span nearly seven hundred years, actually involve a key person." The shadow said word by word, and his voice grew colder and colder.

……

Three days later.

Eastern Regions, Northern Territory.

A ruin.

A wreckage.

Silence, deathly silence.

The wooden bars of the hut slid and then collapsed a little, revealing a hole in which a dirty child escaped.

But before he could take two steps, he collapsed to the ground.

He stretched his hands forward, and his body squirmed forward little by little, as if trying to open his bloodshot eyes, and find something suitable in the blurred field of vision to fill his belly, which had long since been deflated.

He was so hungry that he didn't know how long he was going.

Finally he ran out of strength and stopped. Faintly hearing something fluttering, he barely opened his eyes and saw a black fowl pecking at something.

The child burst out with all the strength he could use these days, and grabbed the black bird at once.

As a result, he had been hungry for too long after all, and his strength really didn't have much, and the stinky bird broke free after two flutters. Okay, let it go. As a result, the stinky bird in turn slapped him twice with its wings.

The stinky bird is gone, and the food of the bird can still be eaten. The child gasped twice and squinted in that direction.

An arm was amputated, and the blood on the arm was black.

The child saw the abrupt arm, and he didn't panic or be afraid, he just fell down again.

I'm so tired.

The child blinked twice, and before he fell asleep, the emotionless eyes finally revealed a hint of disappointment in his heart.

……

"Can you do it?" A man holds his companion by his arms.

"Don't worry, save people! Save...... Vomit! But his companion couldn't hold back and vomited.

The companion did not let the man help him, but went to the side to rest.

"Sir, this ......," asked a student dressed in a bachelor's gown like everyone around him.

"It's too late." Mr. Yin said.

"It's not too late." Mr. Ji shook his head, "Even if you don't stop spitting this, if you really want to go to the battlefield, I'm afraid it will only add to the chaos!" ”

"Don't talk about it." The priest interrupted the argument between the two, "Let's send the students down to rescue first, I hope there are still people alive." ”

"Someone! Still alive! The disciple who was resting under the tree pointed in one direction.

"Where? Don't vomit! The companion asked.

"Really, that's right! I have a child! The vomiting student repeated.

"Let's go down first!" "A small number of people are here to watch and watch, and the rest are going down with me to find the living." ”

The sacrificial wine was casually swiped and the people were divided into groups.

"Mr. Yin, I'll leave it to you here. Mr. Ji, would you like to go down with me? The priest asked.

"I'm happy to accompany you." Mr. Ji replied.

Walking down the border city from a high place, the ruins and cliffs are already a commonplace sight, but the biggest shock to the students is not the ruins, but the visual stimulation of the corpses all over the field, and the feeling that the air is wrapped in blood and fills the nose.

"Vomit-" I don't know if this kind of thing is common, one student really couldn't help it, vomited, and the others vomited one after another.

Originally, some people had just gotten used to the smell of blood, but now it was mixed with the smell of vomit, and they couldn't hold back at all, and they vomited together.

"The dead bodies are frosty." Mr. Ji's tone revealed a heaviness that could not be concealed, "It's too tragic, this is just the alleyway, the city wall is ......"

Mr. Ji couldn't go on.

"It will take a while for them to recover." "I'll go and see the city wall." ”

After receiving Mr. Ji's response, the wine walked to the city wall alone.

Next to the city walls.

The city wall had long since collapsed, and it had not been able to withstand the torrent of southern conquest in the northern region after all. At least as the first line of defense, it is glorious.

The sacrificial wine looked at Roshan in front of him and was speechless.

The corpses of various costumes were arched in a haphazard heap, and God showed his attitude of treating them equally at this moment—dyeing them white with a brush.

Many of the corpses bled a lot before and after they died, and then they were frozen, and now several corpses are frozen together.

In addition, the sacrificial wine went against the wind and snow, and walked towards Roshan like a walking corpse.

"Dangchang!" It looks like something has been kicked in the foot.

The sound woke him up, and he bent down and picked up the cold stick.

Pat off the ice that has condensed on it, look at the patterns on it, and feel the feel.

This truncated stick is a little familiar......

Maybe it was because it was too cold, and the idea of the sacrificial wine was frozen, and it took him a long time to react - this was the Thousand Pillars of the Ink Sacrificial Wine, but the one in his hand was only half cut.

"Mo Qianji." He remembered the name of the colleague who had worked together for a short time but had faced many things together.

"Mo Qianji?" He looked around, hoping to find the owner of the stick in this messy scene.

"Mo Qianji!" He began to panic, pinning his stick to his waist and began to pull at the surrounding piles of corpses that had been frozen to pieces.

The corpse was frozen together, and he searched for it over and over again, for fear of finding the familiar face.

After tossing for a while, he didn't have that mind, and found a place that was still clean and sat down.

Time slipped away quietly with the fluttering of snowflakes.

"Sacrifice wine. What about sacrificial wine? When he saw something dangling in front of him, he fixed his eyes and saw that it was a hand.

The sacrificial wine looked down his arm, and Mr. Ji was looking at him with a worried face, and there were some students behind him, who also looked at him.

The sacrificial wine smiled slightly. "I'm fine!" Said the sacrificial wine. He didn't tell them about the discovery of the Thousand Machine Pillars, but quietly pulled his robe and covered it with a short stick.

"Let's go first, we've already searched this area. This wall was the last to come, and you've been here for so long! Mr. Ji led the team back and said to the situation on the side.

"Really?" Besides, the sacrificial wine looked at the sky, and the sun wanted to go home and hug the kang head, but he actually sat alone from midday to dusk?

"Don't think I'm going to drop it as I do it." In addition, the sacrificial wine did not cover up, but simply blackened itself. "How can I say that I am also a literati, and I don't see much of this thing as a soldier."

"It's all like that." Mr. Ji said, "I almost couldn't hold back. ”

Besides, the sacrificial wine saw that Mr. Ji's face was indeed not very good, so he didn't tease him much. He looked back at the students behind him and asked Mr. Ji, "Why are there so many fewer people?" ”

Mr. Ji didn't know what he was talking about, he looked at the student with the eyes of the wine, understood what the other party was asking, and replied, "If you find a living person, you will take it away." Later, Mr. Yin was short of people to build a house, so he went back to a batch. ”

They returned to the camp, which was now very large. In addition to felt tents and carriages, there are also old houses that have just been rebuilt. Many people sat in a circle around the fire to keep warm.

"Coming back?" Mr. Yin, who was taking the lead in building the camp, saw a team of people coming back, greeted him and said, "Are you so curious about what happened here?" ”

"What's wrong?" It's too cold.

"Babble!" Mr. Yin looked at the boss in front of him strangely, "Aren't you curious where those cubs in the Northern Regions went?" Yan Wang, did they win? ”

"Oh."

A gust of wind blew, and the sacrificial wine couldn't help but shiver.

"Where?"

"Southside!" Mr. Yin said.

"Southside?" Mr. Saijiu and Mr. Ji were stunned when they heard this answer. This is the border city of the North! Isn't the south just going deep into the Yan Kingdom?

"How can this be fake?" Mr. Yin pointed to several survivors, "I have asked them all, and although everyone says something different, the answer is the same." ”

"Didn't we come from the south?" The sacrificial wine opened the map and pointed to a northwest-southeast avenue.

"Aren't there a lot of masters?" Mr. Yin took the map and pointed to a path. "If it's really the ink sacrifice wine, they can't beat it when they arrive in advance, but they don't lose, they must be using the geographical advantage to fight against the group of cubs in the Northern Regions."

When the sacrificial wine heard this, he thought of the other half of the stick on his waist, and secretly responded to Mr. Yin's words in his heart: There is also a possibility that the ink sacrificial wine is dead, and the corpse cannot be found.

"High Priest, that's the High Priest!" Mr. Ji questioned Mr. Yin's statement, "Legend has it that with the strength of the high priest, even a saint has to weigh one or two. ”

"Saint-level battles, it will inevitably shake the earth." Mr. Yin explained, "But we have not felt the movement with our strength along the way, but it has not reached that level. ”

"So you want to say?"

"I want to say, even if that high priest is a saint, even if he is heaven. As long as people are united, they will be able to conquer the sky! ”

"Hopefully, as you say." The sacrificial wine spoke.

"What do you mean, I don't believe in the sacrificial wine?" Mr. Yin was very direct about his displeasure.

"No, I naturally really hope that what Mr. Yin said can be realized." He raised a finger, "But Mr. Yin still has one thing to remember - the disparity in strength is by no means something that can be made up by ordinary stacking." ”

"In that case, if the wise saint does not make a move. Then the four words 'man will conquer the sky' can only be a good wish after all, and it is just a wish after all. ”

After speaking, the sacrificial wine rolled up the map, and after asking the students, he confirmed his room, left the two of them on his own, and walked in.

When he entered the house, he slammed the door shut with his backhand. He sat on the edge of the couch, put the map aside, closed his eyes, and thought about what he had done today.

"The sage has a saying: the three times a day save one's body. So I wonder how long the gentleman who has been in the corner for an unknown amount of time plans to introspect himself? ”

In the corner, a dark figure stood up.

"I've seen the sacrificial wine." The black shadow saluted the wine.

"You're welcome, please!" The sacrificial wine stood up and saluted the black shadow in return.

"Introduce yourself first." The Shadow Man deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was afraid that the wall had ears. After making sure that the surroundings were safe, he continued.

"You can call me Yin Wen."