When he was five years old, Qin Ke's favorite thing to do was to run wildly in the fields, catching dragonflies or birds, at that time his parents were still alive at home, and his brother would often weave grass grasshoppers for him, although his sister was always crying in swaddling clothes, but when he grimaced, she would smile very cooperatively.

At that time, he felt that the sky was bluer than ever, and the rivers were so clear that he could see small fish swimming, and the fields, despite the harsh annual taxes, caused the family to often go up the mountain hungry to cut wild vegetables, but he especially liked this time, every time he found a few delicate mushrooms from under the thick fallen leaves, he always made him happy.

Until the war began.

The fields had been turned into a wasteland by the raging war, and the clear water of the river flowed with a bright red, ominous liquid because of the troops fighting upstream. His brother was forcibly requisitioned as a soldier, and within a few months the bad news came.

The family really couldn't open the pot, so his parents could only carry his sister on their backs and pull him all the way to escape, and the homeless bandits on the road coaxed their few remaining breads, and before they walked thirty miles, their mother could no longer squeeze out even a little milk.

To this day, Qin Ke can still recall that night, when he was so hungry that he could barely open his eyes that he was woken up by his father, and a small bowl of meat was placed in front of him like this. He devoured almost like a completely irrational dog, unaware that his mother was no longer holding his sister in her arms.

But despite this, his parents still fell on the third day's journey, and he wanted to guard his parents, so he fell asleep and died.

But an old man with abscesses on his body took his hand at this time and said that he would take him to continue his escape. Although Qin Ke was only five years old, he immediately saw a glimmer of fierce light in the old man's wolf-like red eyes.

He ran away, all the way into the tide of wandering spirits, he seemed to be tireless, his shoes were long gone, the stones on the ground wore out his young feet, but he still walked on, as if stubbornly trying to escape the wasteland full of dead bodies, and even did not want to look back in the direction where his parents had fallen.

It's not that I don't want to, but I don't dare.

He remembered the words his father had spoken to him intermittently when he was dying.

"Live, keep walking, live ......"

He survived after all.

He was leaning against the back of a crumbling earthen wall, surrounded by a few bony wild dogs, which, after a brief scrutiny, showed their sharp tooth peaks.

There was a figure from far and near.

Seeing that figure, the wild dogs seemed to sense something for a moment, whimpered and fled with their tails between their legs, and the figure finally stood in front of him, at this time he didn't even have the strength to speak, and his eyes blurred into a phantom.

The man held out his hand to him, "Come with me." ”

After that, he followed the man all the way to escape the fighting, wandering and looking for shelter until they came to Daoxiang Village, a small mountain village formed by the homeless people themselves, and lived for ten years.

Sometimes, Qin Ke felt that all this was like a dream, that person was obviously only thirty years old, how could he suddenly die of illness?

His father let him live, and he lived very well, and even deliberately wanted to regard Master as his "second father", and he was ready to provide for Master in his old age.

But he lost it again.

The grave where the memory was buried was suddenly opened, and the phrase "Mr. Zhuge " pierced deep into his skull like a steel cone, causing him to suffer violently.

Lying on the rock, he stared at the man in green shirt with only one pair of eyes exposed, completely unaware that his fingernails had sunk into the cracks in the rocks due to the exertion.

In response to Wang Xuanwei's question, the man in green shirt just smiled slightly, looked at the black horsemen of the Mo family holding torches around him, and asked, "Mr. Wang, what a big battle." My friends and I just couldn't sleep at night, and when we went out for a walk, we never thought that Mr. Wang and his subordinates would be so leisurely and elegant?"

Wang Xuan snorted slightly, and said in a non-yin and non-yang manner: "Come out for a walk?" one is the prime minister of Jingwu's affairs, the other is the general who commands thousands of troops, and the other is ......" He looked at Abu, although in the dark, he couldn't see it really, but after thinking for a moment, he was sure that he didn't have this young man in his memory, just as he was the entourage of the people in green shirts, and continued, "Just because they couldn't sleep, the three of them were able to walk here from Jianye City, the capital of Jingwu Kingdom, which spanned nearly three hundred miles, and the three of them walked really fast?"

"Where, there. The man in the green shirt still smiled, "Mr. Wang came here from the capital of the Mojia family, isn't the distance similar to ours?"

"Zhuge Wanling!" Wang Xuan said in a cold voice, "Don't fight with me, you should know that since I am here, it is impossible for you to be allowed to do anything wrong in my Mo family." You'd better be up to date!"

Zhuge Wanling didn't speak, but the man next to him spoke lazily: "That, this uncle, hmm...... No, your hair is gray, this old man, obviously you greeted us first, we have to be polite to you when we take care of your face. After all, although this is your Mo family's land, there is no requirement that we have to collect taxes when we walk on it, right?"

"Chang Gong. "The people in green shirts are a little helpless, their own general is good at everything, but it's not always the right time to interrupt," Mr. Wang is a highly respected predecessor of the Mo family, and we should respect him. ”

The man waved his hand, and the steel spear in his hand shook with his movements, I don't know if the spear was too light or the man's strength was too great, in his hand, the spear seemed to be as light as a feather: "That's none of my business, I'm just a reckless man, and I don't understand the etiquette of your literati." ”

"Poof", Abu covered his mouth hard, but laughter still flowed out from between his fingers, he knew that his brother was born in the Shi clan, and his ancestors even had royal blood, and he could memorize the Four Books and Five Classics upside down when he was a teenager, where can he be a "reckless man in the rivers and lakes"?

Wang Xuan sneered and looked at the man, he also knew Gao Changgong very well, and knew that Gao Changgong was just messing around: "I didn't know before, I didn't expect General Gao Changgong to have such eloquence." ”

said that he was a debater, but in fact, the subtext was naturally quibble, and even, to understand it in depth, this sentence was not intended to mock Gao Changgong for being such a scoundrel as a general. It's just that Gao Changgong didn't care, just shrugged: "Thank you for the compliment." ”

This time, even Qin Ke, who was mourning on the stone for the man in green clothes named Zhuge Wanling, couldn't help but want to laugh. Just looking at Zhuge Wanling's figure, he was still a little uncomfortable, since it was called Zhuge Wanling, he just thought wrong?

But no matter what, since his surname is Zhuge and he has so many similarities with his master, he must have the same background, and even, they are a family.

But Wang Xuanwei's next words made him shrink back sharply and bury his whole person in the darkness as much as possible.

I saw Wang Xuanwei raise his head and look at the rock wall, although it could not be illuminated by the light of the torches, he could feel that "Xuanweizi" was calling him. He sneered, only felt that his estimation was indeed not wrong, and said loudly: "This hidden friend, since he is here, don't you come down and talk about it?"

Qin Ke was covered in a cold sweat, where did the flaws appear? The exercises he practiced were already good at concealment, and this boundless darkness made him feel like a tiger, if he was afraid, the only person he was afraid of was Gao Changgong, who had obviously cultivated martial arts to the bones.

In this world, most of the cultivators are divided into two kinds, one is the Taoist path, clear mind, although the body is not necessarily very strong, but the communication with heaven and earth, so that they can have more special power than ordinary people, such as hurting people with mental power or sharp weapons from a distance of ten zhang, when sending wine and meat, Qin Ke secretly observed Wang Xuanwei, although he does not have a strong qi and blood, but he has an invisible power, I think it should be like this.

And the other kind is people like him and Gao Changgong who consolidate their foundations, boil menstrual blood, temper their muscles and bones, and practice to the extreme.

Such a person is often terrifyingly sensitive to the senses of his body, if it weren't for Qin Ke's deliberate suppression of his qi and blood speed with exercises, he was afraid that Gao Changgong would be able to react immediately below.

It's just that Wang Xuanwei didn't follow this path, so how could he be aware of himself? Could it be that his peculiarity lies in perception?

I don't know if it's because I'm afraid or I don't believe that Wang Xuanwei can really catch himself, Qin Ke shrank inside again, and the whole person was like a gecko clinging to the rock wall, quietly restraining his breath.

"Looks like I'm going to ask you out?" Wang Xuanwei said.

As he spoke, he gently flicked his sleeves.

Fluorescent light floated out of his sleeve, weaving into a shimmering ribbon around his body.

The humming sound gradually amplified through the cavern until it filled every space.