Meng Lao's whispering is a pity that no one can hear it, just like what most people say will not fall into the ears of others, and will not be remembered in the hearts of others, most of them are just chatting about themselves.

In this humble house, who can hear the muttering of Meng Lao, who is alone

It was his wife who had passed away, and his only youngest son was drifting away on that avenue.

Home country, home country.

The farther away from home, the closer you are to the country.

On the avenue, Ji Ge, who was following behind Meng Wanhu, also looked back at the dilapidated mansion with the door closed.

Ji Ge pursed his lips and said, "Don't you just leave like this, don't you wait for the old man to wake up and say something?"

I couldn't see the expression of Meng Wanhu who was walking in front, I only heard him say angrily: "No need, every time I go home, my father always asks me to accompany him to drink a few cups, my father can't drink enough, he always gets drunk and falls asleep on the bed." ”

"Every time I watched my father go to sleep, he would clean up the things in the house, and then chop the firewood that he would need in the future, pick up the water in the tank, and then close the courtyard door and leave. ”

Ji Ge and Wen Zhili glanced at each other, and they both saw complicated expressions in each other's eyes.

"Brother Wan Hu, have you ever thought that maybe the old man is not drunk" Wen Zhili reminded in a cold voice.

"Maybe the countless times before were the old man watching your return through the gap in the window paper and through the gap in the courtyard door. ”

"Maybe..."Ji Ge shook his head at her, motioning for her to stop talking.

Because Meng Wanhu, who had been striding forward, had stopped at this time.

Although he was trying his best to suppress it, the burly figure still couldn't help but tremble.

The seven-foot-tall man covered his face with his hands and crouched down.

Ji Ge and Wen Zhili got out of the way with a very tacit understanding.

Wen Zhili stood on the side of the avenue and looked at the lush mountains and forests surging like surging waves in the distance, could his parents also be watching him in the dark like this old man of the human race.

Ji Ge squatted on the side of the road, pulled out the core of a weed that was still blue and not yet yellow, chewed it in his mouth, closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

Meng Wanhu turned to look at the mansion that had gradually drifted away and was now only faintly visible, knelt down, and slammed his forehead on the ground.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

"Please forgive the child for being unfilial. Meng Wanhu said in a choked voice.

Immediately he stood up, and with red eyes in his eyes, he said to the two of them, "Let's go." ”

Ji Ge opened his eyes, hummed and stood up.

Wen Zhili retracted his gaze and nodded slightly.

...

Three streamers of light swept through the canopy of the garrison town leading to the gateway to the Great Wall, and when they approached the gate, the three streamers slowed down and descended from the void.

It was Meng Wanhu, Ji Ge and Wen Zhili who left the village together.

After landing on the ground, Meng Wanhu looked at Chen Ge behind him who was dusting off his clothes.

They had been walking in the sky for several hours, and even he, the head of the Condensation Realm, felt a little tired at this time, and his spiritual power was faintly showing signs of exhaustion.

Wen Zhili is just that, after all, he is a child of the family who came out, and he is also in the Condensing Realm, so he must be stronger than himself in spiritual power cultivation.

Why is Ke Chenge still a relaxed appearance with a face that is not red and his heart is not beating, and he has been flying in the sky for several hours in a row, even if he is a child of the Gathering Spirit Realm who came out of the family, the spiritual power in the spiritual sea is also exhausted at this time

Wen Zhili noticed Meng Wanhu's strange eyes looking at Ji Ge and coughed lightly.

Immediately understood Wen Zhi

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The spiritual power in Ji Ge's body was dormant at this time, and his face became a little pale in an instant.

The figure fell forward and almost fell to the ground, but Meng Wanhu, who had been paying attention to Ji Ge, reached out to catch him.

"Brother Meng, I'm really tired. Ji Ge said weakly.

Meng Wanhu's expression became natural at this time, and he said with a smile: "I know that I am tired and still hold on." ”

"Aren't I afraid of dragging down Brother Meng's schedule," Ji Ge said with a smile.

Looking at the Chen Ge, who was almost struggling, Meng Wanhu said softly: "Okay, anyway, it is forbidden to fly in the air in the town, only cars and horses are allowed in the city gate, and pedestrians are allowed to pass, you two are waiting here, I will hire a carriage." ”

Seeing Meng Wanhu, who was bargaining with the carriage vendor in the distance, Ji Ge's face turned a little bloody, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "I was okay just now, right?"

Wen Zhili looked up at the tall city gate not far away and said, "So-so." ”

"Ji Ge, you remember, never expose your means here, even if your Gathering Spirit Realm at this time can compete with the Condensing Realm without falling behind, but in this army town, that Great Wall, there are many capable people, as long as you have a little unusual behavior, you may not care about yourself, but it will attract the attention of people with a heart, and if you explore your family history a little, you may be involved in the identity of your Xuanyuan lineage. ”

"At that time, even if I protect you, I am afraid that I will not be able to escape from this Great Wall for half a step. ”

Wen Zhili looked at this army town with a jealous expression, and the few faint aura lurking in the shadows that she could perceive alone were a little stronger than herself.

Not to mention the Great Wall, which is magnificent and majestic.

It is not without the Wu clan that there have been no strong emperors in the past thousand years, and even from that piece of jade, I learned that there was a period of age in which the twelve ancestors and witches came out together.

Twelve Great Emperors came to the city, but they still failed to break through the Great Wall.

Naturally, there is a reason why it cannot be attacked.

Ji Ge nodded solemnly, powerful in his eyes as Wen Zhili said so, then he naturally had to keep an extra eye.

"Besides, the Great Wall has always been a place of training for the children of various wealthy clans. ”

"There are many children of families who go out to train, and maybe you can see the younger generation of the holy lands of the major wealthy families. ”

"Then you will know that your Gathering Spirit Realm is not worth mentioning in their eyes. ”

Wen Zhili never seems to miss any opportunity to hit Ji Ge.

And Ji Ge is now accustomed to her sarcasm, the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, his hands are pillowing the back of his head, and he says nonchalantly: "He took their Yangguan Road, and I crossed my own single-plank bridge, which is the well water and does not interfere with the river water." ”

"What are you talking about" Meng Wanhu, who came over with the carriage, looked at the two sisters and brothers and asked with a smile.

"It's nothing, Brother Meng, don't you know that I don't go out of the door on weekdays, and this is also the reason why the elders in the family let me out to practice, just now my cousin was talking to me about the things on the ancient land. Ji Ge looked at Meng Wanhu who was standing beside him and said with some embarrassment.

"Oh, I see. Meng Wanhu patted him on the shoulder and said, "Get in the car, you don't need your cousin to go out for this little thing, your brother Meng will tell you." ”

"That's a good idea. Ji Ge scratched his head and said.

When the three of them drove the carriage slowly into the city gate, which would be strictly checked to prevent Wu clan spies from sneaking into it and stealing secrets, a streamer from the ground in the city smashed down at the entrance of the city gate.

Attracting a long line of people who were about to enter the town.

It is well known that the army is forbidden to act in the air, but there is no absolute, outside this order

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There is also the unchanging law of the Great Wall gateway on the ancient land, and it seems that the latter is a little heavier.

What's more, people with a little experience recognized that this middle-aged man who fell from the sky and caused a burst of smoke and dust to cause a little dissatisfaction in the crowd was one of the four commanders of the Suppression Division of this military town.

"Your Excellency. When the soldier defending the city saw the sudden arrival of the commander, he ran forward and said respectfully.

In the town of the undertaker, there is a town pacification division under the city lord's mansion of the deputy city lord, and it is known that there are four more town pacification commanders in the town pacification division.

The city lord was born in a famous clan in the line of the Yan Emperor of the Human Race, and I heard that it was already the sixth turn of the Futu Realm, as for the deputy city lord, I heard that it was from the immortal clan, but I heard that it was just a false position, in short, he had never seen the deputy city lord on an errand at the city gate for so many years.

And the four commanders are from the demon clan, the ghost clan, the demon clan, and one is the god clan.

I heard that the four commanders had different temperaments and factions.

The four commanders are all strong cultivators in the Creation Realm.

The middle-aged man in the green robe in front of him was Man Tianjun from the Dragon Clan, one of the four spirits of the Demon Clan.

In the past 100 years, there have been a few groups that have quietly crossed the Great Wall and entered the town or the surrounding villages, burning and looting, most of the people in the Wu clan were killed by this person himself.

It can be said that the prestige of the man in front of him in the army town is the first among the four commanders.

Man Tianjun stood with his hands in his hands, and nodded slightly to the soldiers guarding the city next to him.

He sniffed lightly, frowned slightly, and muttered, "Although it's only for a moment, it's still true, it's the smell of people in the dragon clan." ”

"It's just that it's still some time before that kid comes here to practice, and it's hard to sneak out of the family again."

"Or, maybe it's someone from the other dragon clan who has sneaked into the town. ”

It stands to reason that all the children of the four spirits of the demon clan must report to the commander in advance to prevent accidents from happening in the family as long as they enter the Great Wall through the gathering of troops and towns.

Although there is no written rule, it has naturally become a rule for people to pass down this kind of thing, which has been passed down for thousands of years.

The most important thing for the famous families among the wealthy families is these two words.

"My lord," the defender whispered.

Among the four commanders, the Manchu in front of him had the most easy-going temperament, and he had not heard any soldiers he felt sorry for.

"Hmm. Man Tianjun nodded, but his mind was still immersed in the smell of the dragon.

"Check passers-by. Man Tianjun patted him on the shoulder and said loudly.

Then he rose from the ground again, turned into a rainbow light, and flew towards the town of Fusi.

The soldier grinned, tilted his head over his shoulder, and then looked at the sergeant at the gate of the city, and smiled proudly, this was photographed by the commander, and this must not make the few of them envious to death.

The carriage driven by Meng Wanhu drove safely into the streets of the town.

Ji Ge looked at the bustling crowd of pedestrians around the carriage, and said in surprise: "I didn't expect it to be so lively in the town of Jibing. ”

"There are many merchants in the towns who have made a lot of money from wars and dead people. Meng Wanhu, who was sitting outside the carriage, said in an unkind tone.

Wen Zhili said absentmindedly: "Since ancient times, businessmen have pursued profits, which is the natural meaning of their merchants. ”

"But the proliferation of war money is indeed disgusting. ”

When she saw the rainbow rays flying over the sky, she faintly had a bad premonition.

I don't know if it's because the qi machine he just now was targeted, or because the luck on Ji Ge, who was full of fresh eyes next to him, attracted the prying eyes of the strong people in the mortuary town

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