The ancestral shrine of the soul is always bright, and the oil lamp is always bright.

Durian sat solemnly on the futon, silently looking at the large soul nameplate on the wall of the shrine that had been dimmed, and the swaying lights reflected in the peach blossom eyes, full of sadness that had nowhere to be discharged.

After thinking carefully about the Jiangxia War, he thought about it countless times, but after thinking about it, he sadly felt that the soul of the town had no chance of winning at all.

The first battle of Jiangxia has passed for three days.

In this battle, the most important functional county was lost!

In this battle, Zhen Soul lost five ninth-level martial artists: Hui Camel, Killing God, Pang Wushuang, Cunai and Furen, as well as more than thirty intermediate-level martial artists. The merciful elders who stayed in Chengdu heard that their friends Hui Camel and Pang Wushuang were killed in battle, and almost madness caused Zhenyuan to retrograde, hurting all internal organs.

When retreating, five of the six teams transporting the nine-story tower grass were completely annihilated by Huluo Longtao, and more than forty middle-level martial artists were lost.

Each piece made Durian blame herself, and the fall of the five ninth-level martial artists, especially her friends, made Durian's heart hurt even more. After escaping back to Chengdu, he dug out the old year's files as soon as possible, and finally understood that the "Yin Soul" that Wu Jue said was involved in several murders that had been sealed for fifteen years.

It's just a rough archival record, and there is no conclusion either.

Zhijie and Tiantianxia, who stayed at the headquarters, were both law enforcers who investigated the murder back then, but they knew very little about the situation.

Wu Jue, who was also a member of the homicide investigation law enforcement team that year, sobered up, and said with certainty that the situation after the death of Tianlong Huwei was exactly the same as fifteen years ago: only the clothes left behind were not properly dressed, and all the corpses turned to ashes and disappeared. According to Wu Jue's recollection, the dean of Feidu believed that the martial spirits of the victims disappeared when they were alive, and according to the proposal of the Hui Camel, he gave these victimized warriors a name: Yin Soul.

Durian has always thought that "martial spirit" is an empty word, and has never thought about what kind of state its real existence will be. After discussing with Zhijie and Lian Sheyou, he reported all these situations to the two major tribes of Canghaixiao and Helan Mountain in the Blue Bird Transmission, and did not hide it at all.

Soon received a reply from the leaders of the two major tribes:

Star-Lord, the leader of Canghai Laughter, replied that he would personally go to Chengdu to discuss within seven days;

Helan Mountain, the leader of Helan Mountain, replied with a letter of thanks, but could not get out due to the tightening of the fighting, and sent a message to the Pakatan Alliance to increase the frequency of news exchanges and work closely together to fight against the approaching Tiger Alliance.

At this time, someone pushed the door in, and Durian did not look back, still silent.

I only heard a woman whispering: "Durian, the star-lord who laughs in the sea is here! There are also three high-ranking martial artists, the Overlord of Western Chu, Temujin and Chengying......

Only then did Durian get up, tidy up her clothes, and turned to a pair of green eyes that were as clear as ice springs, "I'll rush now!"

The woman's delicate and attractive facial features, a pair of apricot eyes are the most agile, and it is the soul suppression Jinguan Xiaomaruko.

Seeing that Durian looked haggard, Xiao Maruki felt a faint pain in her heart, but she didn't know how to persuade her.

Many times, words are pale and weak, and some wounds can only be erased by time.

She silently followed behind Durian, only picking up some irrelevant words and saying: "The guests who laughed in the sea moved over, and I waited at the mountain gate early and drank a bottle of purple red Huaying for each of the four of them. Now, they are in the council hall. ”

Durian nodded, "Take four more bottles of Zihong Huaying and give them to me for backup, in case the discussion runs out, the guests will not be ejected from the big array." ”

"Okay!" Maruko meekly responded.

Zihong Huaying is a special light liquor, which is made of grapes and mountain spring water as the main ingredients, and carefully brewed with dozens of precious medicinal materials unique to Qingcheng Mountain. The recipe is known only to the three clan leaders of the Soul Suppression and the Jinguan, and is personally brewed, managed, and distributed according to the needs of the Jinguan himself.

Although this light wine is sweet and refreshing to drink, its real purpose is not to satisfy the appetite, but to prepare it for guests visiting the headquarters of the town soul.

Drink a bottle of purple red Huaying, and the martial artist whose soul nameplate is not enshrined in the Soul Suppression Ancestral Temple can enter the Qingcheng Mountain Great Array, and will not be ejected from Qingcheng Mountain by the Great Array within two hours.

On Qingcheng Mountain, although it is already lush, but just after the beginning of spring, the temperature is not high.

The arrival of spring did not make Maruko's mood excited, and this year's beginning of spring seems to be exceptionally cold.

She gazed at the back of the durian from behind, and her back, which used to be straight, was a little bent for some reason. Xiao Maruko couldn't hold back after all, and said softly: "I think, Anger was born in Jiangxia and grew up in Jiangxia, Jiangxia is the place he cherishes the most! At that moment, he was willing, he shouldn't want us to be so sad!"

Durian's footsteps paused slightly, and the road ahead became blurred in his vision, but he didn't stop.

Someone is singing in the distance, it is a widely spread ballad, "The great river east goes to the waves, and the heroes are embraced." Haoran was angry and woke up Xingdou Shining. The waves are rushing and tactful, and the wind and clouds are lingering!"

The lyrics and songs are quiet and quiet, sometimes tactfully whispering, sometimes reverberating.

Xiao Maruko tilted her head sideways, and listened a little stupid: Yes, how can Da Jiangdong go to the waves, how can she describe the hero's embrace? Being worthy of her heart is the hero's home! Thinking of the fallen soul suppression soldiers, her soft heart was suddenly clenched, and tears could not stop pouring out.

In the blur of tears, he was pleased to see that the durian finally straightened his waist again.