Leaving behind many blessings, the dustless old man staggered away, and he needed to rush back to his Mingyu Kingdom as soon as possible, because he was the hope of the millions of civilians to continue their struggle. Qi Lang should probably leave, return to his own land, and return to the ancient eastern country with beautiful mountains and rivers.

After resting in Yuanping Town for about two weeks, the Tiger Cavalry of the Otto Empire has not come to find trouble again, and at the same time, the ears and eyes of Ji Meng's subordinates have also heard some news, the rangers have been attacking everywhere for a while, and the occupying army has hit a wall everywhere, and it is estimated that their lives will be peaceful forever, so naturally they will not be able to take the initiative to kill and take revenge.

What made Qi Lang even happier was that his mistake of letting Lanse go in vain was also made up. Although the warrior of the Giant Clan took a big step to return home, there was a clear lack of direction. He was lost, thanks to a halfway encounter with the Dustless Old Man, who, after a friendly and earth-shattering hand-to-hand, had a hundred boards on his wide ass. According to Mi Rong's letter, the 100 boards were personally made by the dustless old man, and he was so tired that he suffered from back pain. And after his old man returned to Yunyang City, he specially asked someone to build a very large house in the bamboo forest.

Qi Lang's envy for Lansai now has been transformed into jealousy, because after the end of the family leave, that big fool will be the companion of the dustless old man for a long time, receive education, tame the wild, and perhaps also get a considerable degree of mental development. He lived a carefree life, which was exactly the life that Qi Lang longed for.

The situation in Yuanping Town has become a mess. Recalling the old and young townspeople who had been evacuated urgently, repairing the damaged city wall fortifications in the battle, and contacting the surrounding Holy Sect rudders, Ji Meng was very busy. Qi Lang had hoped that the brave man would follow him east, but now it seemed that he had no skills—the burden on his shoulders was too heavy to get the Holy Sect back on track.

Qi Lang handed over the token left by the Wenchang Grand Mage to Ji Meng, because Qi Lang knew that Ji Meng was the best candidate. Archmage Wenchang just made a forced choice at that time, and he only reluctantly took over that burden. But now this arrangement is probably the most satisfactory decision of the Grand Master of Wenchang.

The soldiers of the Hope Legion have not been idle for the past two weeks. Gira's arm injuries were completely healed, as were archers Steve and Trini, stormtroopers Fischer and Renard, and everyone was back in top shape...... Except for Gulf. The pockmarked face hurt in his heart, and he felt that he had been neglected, because Mr. Wuchen had found many key people to lecture him that day, and he thought he was the most indispensable one in the Hope Legion, but he didn't get that honor.

Gulf seemed a little depressed in those days, and even took it upon himself to ask for a bottle of liquor from Ji Meng's house, wanting to borrow wine to drown his sorrows - just one glass, and he was unconscious.

Qingguo should be the busiest one in the Hope Legion for a while. Just as the dustless old man had requested, she began to make up for the brutes. Since the main battlefield of the Zong Hao Kingdom was about to begin, and Qi Lang had decided to delegate more responsibilities to himself, everyone would face more and more complex tasks, and they should master some commonly used Middle-earth languages as soon as possible.

Of course, the two little fat men, Atsa and Wang, also share the tasks of some language teachers, but they tend to start messing around halfway through teaching, and their students master the most abusive language, such as "asshole", "fuck", etc...... Now even the raccoon head is accustomed to saying "It's nice weather today!" when he greets people!"

In contrast, Owu has been the most well-behaved during this period. He was almost imprisoned by the Qingguo girl, and if he didn't learn Middle-earth for three hours a day, even his swordsmanship training would not be able to go smoothly. Ou Wu dared to be angry at this but did not dare to speak, who had caused him trouble before, and had to take it upon himself to give the little guy who had not yet been born a strange name. Now the names of the ninety-six male soldiers of the entire regiment have been arranged in it, and if he needs to sign the full names in some case in the future, it is estimated that it will take at least an hour to write.

Qi Lang was idle. That was the greatest benefit he had gotten from the old man's lesson: he had to give the task and keep the lads motivated, and he himself didn't have to interfere too much until something big was coming. Of course, he also hoped that great things would never come, and that such a peaceful day was what he liked best, because if the calm continued, he could sit quietly on the little hillside east of the town, as he did now in this afternoon, and sink his mind down, think about something, or think nothing, and just be silent for a while.

Igru was also a quiet snow wolf, and though he hated to admit it, he now sat unusually similar to a Samoyed, except that his tail was too heavy to wag happily.

"You say, is it possible for us to live leisurely like this, and never care about any more battles and revenge?" Qi Lang was stunned for a moment, as if he was talking to himself.

Of course he wasn't talking to himself, Iglu could already hear the vague worry that was hiding behind his question. He yawned and lazily replied in his pretended deep voice, "You can do that as long as you like...... But I'm afraid that it won't be long before your sense of responsibility jumps out in protest. ”

Qi Lang smiled and turned his head to look at Igru's pale blue eyes, which he felt as if there was a prophet's soul hidden in them, and he knew everything.

The red glow of the setting sun sprinkled up from behind. Iglu's snow-white seemed to turn golden, but it didn't change the temperature of his hair. He's still that cold. Of course, Qi Lang knew that that was just the feeling that Igru gave people on the surface. In fact, he also had a warm-hearted heart.

Probably remembering something, a smile suddenly hung on the corner of Qi Lang's eyes, he patted Igru on the back, and asked with some malice, "I've always wondered, how did you convince that big white bear that day?"

Igro shook his head, as if he wanted to refuse to answer the embarrassing question, but he only sighed and laughed self-deprecatingly, "I cheated on her feelings, it's as simple as that." I said to her, "Look, we have the same hair, how beautiful white." We are close relatives, and once upon a time we lived on snow-capped glaciers, so maybe your grandmother and my grandmother were neighbors. So she believed me. ”

Of course, Qi Lang didn't believe Iglu's nonsense, and teased him again, saying, "How is her embrace? ”

Igru craned his neck and snorted, his voice desolate, somewhat similar to the cry of a resentful woman. But Qi Lang's laughter rang out.

"Are you talking?" Joanna's voice came from behind her. She had probably just learned how to make a big pot of radish soup from Aunt Li, and seeing that the time was almost up, she should have come here to inform that dinner had been prepared. However, she didn't seem to be in a hurry to rush back, because she actually sat down next to Qi Lang.

Qi Lang didn't give up a safe distance this time, he knew that Joanna had been acting honestly in front of Igro. "Just sit down for a while. He smiled and replied, "The scenery here is beautiful, and the grass is like a green blanket, which makes people feel relaxed." When the faint mist in the valley in front of him cleared, you could still see the big river on the edge of the Zong Hao Kingdom...... Look, there it is, like a light blue band. ”

With a faint aroma, Joanna rested on Qi Lang's shoulder. Qi Lang didn't resist, because it wasn't an over-the-top move, and of course Qi Lang didn't open his arms and wrap his arms around her shoulders - that would be a bit too much.

"I've never heard you talk about the Zong Hao Kingdom. "I thought you had complete amnesia and forgot what it was like." ”

"I thought I was going to forget about her. Qi Lang's voice was also full of emotion, "But how is that possible." ”

He raised his arm, pointing his finger all the way through the valley in front of him. The faint mist in the valley dissipated, and the scenery opposite became clear—the clear river flowed quietly, three or five tall willow trees stood quietly, and the vast grassland sprouted quietly......

"Do you see it? It's exactly the same as the scenery in my dreams. Qi Lang's tone turned out to be a little excited.

"Tell me more, is it as beautiful as Shachitown?" asked Joanna, sitting up straight, tilting her head earnestly.

She mentioned the town of Shachi, a western town full of black stones and black woods, which of course couldn't be compared!

Qi Lang withdrew his arm and propped up his chin, as if trying to recall some of the world-famous scenery of Zong Hao's kingdom, but he couldn't succeed, all he could remember was some ordinary places.

"There's a river there, and it's very wide, and it goes around and around for a long distance. Qi Lang described the scene in his memory as much as possible, "There are many big trees by the river, poplars, willows, and peach trees...... There are also many kind people there, who live there, farming and vegetables, carrying water and laundry. In the evening, the old people would sit in the yard and drink tea, while the little ones would run to the willow trees to dig for birds' eggs......"

Qi Lang didn't seem to be quite satisfied with his description, he took another deep breath and summed it up briefly: "The most important thing is that there, we call home. ”

(End of Volume IV)