A hundred miles away from the east gate of the city, there are no less than 100,000 people, some of them have lost their teeth and bald, some have white hair like snow, some are not good at walking, some are old and dizzy, it is difficult to see, but they are a hundred miles away......

Some of them are waiting to be fed, some are babbling, some are toddlers, they are all not very sensible children, but they have been taken out of a hundred miles......

They were men and women, old and young, and they were ten miles away, but they went forward and forward, and now they have traveled a hundred miles, but they still have to go east, because their sons have returned, because their husbands have returned, and their brothers have returned......

Thousands of miles away, a firework was lit, illuminating half of the sky, and the fireworks kept burning, they sent a simple signal, they were back, and all the shadows in the world were dispatched, just to convey a message. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Fire, fire, flame!" the child pointed to the sky.

"Flames?" the old man rubbed his eyes.

"That's right, it's the flame ......"

"You're back...... It's back......"

The old woman on crutches, trembling, wiping the corners of her eyes that had dried up, tears had long since dried, thirty-two years, countless days and nights, too long, so long that many people did not hold on, fell, and they passed away with endless regrets.

"Auntie, it's back! It's back!" The young man next to her responded to the words of the eldest lady, they have nothing to do with each other, the eldest lady is lonely and widowed, her husband and son have participated in the battle of the two realms thirty-two years ago, thirty-two years, she is alone, green silk turns gray hair, guarding, waiting......

At the front of the team, a hundred old people were dressed in sackcloth, their faces were flushed, their faces were excited, they stood behind the three young people at the head, and there were more than a thousand old people standing behind them, they were waiting eagerly, looking at the east, they had been waiting for this moment for too long, and the Ning family had been waiting for this moment for too long.

"Yan'er, I'm back!"

"Well, I'm back!" the serious young man nodded, no one knew, he was more anxious than anyone else, worried about his father's comfort, he knew that something was wrong, but he was helpless, he still had to wait indifferently, he did not show a trace of anxiety in front of everyone.

Dao Palace appeared in the sky, a black dot, from small to large, from far and near, Dao Palace stopped in the sky, slowly fell, lightly touched the ground, in the eyes of everyone, the two gates were opened by two giants, they walked out of the Dao Palace like an iron tower, and then stood solemnly on both sides.

A white-haired old man dressed in armor, he walked out of the Dao Palace step by step with a sword in his hand, followed by a white-haired veteran, their battle armor was shiny, the blade was in hand, and they followed the old man in a military formation, they were the division of a hundred battles, and they walked out of the hall solemnly step by step.

They are back, and they are still the same sergeants who fought for their country and their families thirty-two years ago.

This is everything to them, dignity, persistence, sustenance, their souls, they have been slaves and servants for thirty years, but they have not changed, they have always adhered to this free heart, they are a group of disciplined and family slaves, so they are not inferior, not numb.

"Meet the old master! My heroes of the Ning clan! You are home!"

The three young men led by looked at the veterans in front of the formation, and before they knew it, they had burst into tears, and they bowed down to the ground and shouted loudly.

"Meet the old master! My heroes of the Ning clan! You are home!"

The hundreds of elders and thousands of elders of the Ning family, they were wearing the old clothes that symbolized glory, and they were full of tears, they looked at the children and nephews in front of them all aged like this, and their hearts were sour and uncontrollable, they looked at the old family with a face of vicissitudes, and they cried sadly.

They have experienced his era, the elegant and majestic Ninghou era, that is also their era, it is a different era of glory, the era of Dayu Ningjia.

In their hearts, Ning Hou is still the head of the family, their head of the house, and the eternal head of the family, so they pay a big salute to the head of the family who is for the country and the family, and has worked hard for half his life.

"I'm waiting to meet the old master, my hero of the Ning clan!

Countless cries, relatives all shouted out their irrepressible joy and sadness, heroes, they are heroes.

"Woooooooooo......oo Woowoo woo ......"

The veterans wept silently, the young left home and the eldest returned, the hometown accent did not change and the sideburns declined, before they left, some were newly married, some were just weak, and they were all old for a while......

The old man at the head wiped away his tears, it was enough! They were ashamed of being a hero, and they needed this title, which made them feel that their thirty years of suffering were meaningful, their youth had no regrets, and their lives were meaningful.

The old man glanced back at the figure that followed from afar, he didn't come out, he refused to walk in front, he didn't show up, now he understood, once he appeared, he would take the glory of everyone, he would be the hero who saved the people, and they would be the sufferers who were saved, he didn't do it, he gave them a glorious return.

There is infinite gratitude and pride in the eyes of the old man, this is my son, the sage of the world, he knows what they need, especially the soldiers behind him, they need this too much, they need the recognition of the family, the recognition of the world, and the need for a glorious home, not a character who is sympathetic and pitiful.

Ning Ze nodded lightly to the old man, he understood what his father meant, and this was also the reason why he notified the Shingon Ju clan to come to greet him, it had been too long, so long that many people thought they were dead, and many people were put on a well-dressed grave, but they came back, they needed an identity to awaken people's memories, they were living people, they were heroes.

They were originally heroes, but time has covered up all their fame, and all the old feats will be covered by new glory, thirty years ago they were the country and their home, but how many people will remember and care after thirty years, because the Ning family is already the first in the world, except for Ning Ze and the clan elders, the new generation of Ning family children will not take anyone in their eyes.

These people who return suddenly, in their hearts are like a poor relative who is outcast, they will return suddenly, they will inevitably be discriminated against, cold-eyed, and even bullied, people's hearts are realistic, they always like to be superior, always like to climb high and step low, if that scene happens to these sufferers, they will be sad, they will be sad, they will despair!

So he wants to remind everyone and tell the people of the world that they are the heroes of the Ning family, and their return is glory, the glory of the Ning family, and he wants to give them a name.

"Get up, get up!" said the old man, wiping away tears as he walked towards his people.

The man in front of him said in black linen, he looked at the old man with teary eyes, he was comparing it carefully, compared with the majestic man in his memory, the more he looked at it, the more sad he became, and the man suddenly couldn't control his crying: "Father...... Father ......"

"You...... You...... Are you Yu'er, Yu'er!"

"Father!" Ning Yu hugged the old man and cried, he didn't care about his image as the head of the family at all, at this moment he was just a son who found his father, Ning Yu was a more favored child, and his relationship with Ning Hou was much deeper than Ning Ze.

The old man didn't know if he had cried enough, or if reason and majesty had returned, he gently patted Ning Yu's back and let go of his son.

"Okay, okay, they're all the heads of the family, and they're still crying like this, what kind of system is it," Ning Yu was trained by the old man, standing upright and not daring to speak.

The mantra in a green robe and Ning Yu, the lord of the mortal city, glanced at each other and smiled.

The mantra kowtowed to the old man: "Grandson mantra greets grandfather!"

He also had tears on his face, but it was not for the old man, he was moved by all the veterans, he began to understand, why his father, who had always advocated thrift and low-key, acted in such a high-profile manner, at this moment, he understood everything, heroes should not be nameless, heroes should not be wronged, heroes should enjoy glory.

"My Ning family's Qilin son, the palace master of the Northern Netherworld Dao Palace, and my Ning Cheng's grandson, hahaha...... Get up...... Get up...... Let my grandfather take a good look at ......" The old man laughed heartily, praising his own children, he had never praised Ning Ze, but it was different for his grandson.

"Hehehe......" Mantra scratched his head, speechless for a while, praising people like this, so that he didn't know what to say.

"Old master!"

"Old master!"

One by one, the old men respectfully stepped forward to salute.

"Okay, good, everyone's here, okay!" the old man was moved.

A group of middle-aged people, teenagers, and children lined up and walked forward, and they kowtowed to the old man: "Father...... Grandfather...... Great-grandfather ......"

"Are you...... Qian'er ......" The old man's face changed slightly, nodded, and looked at a tall man again, "Ning Lei, Lei'er ......"

"Father, it's me, it's me!"

"You're Yi'er!"

"Father's ......"

The old man has seen familiar and unfamiliar faces, looking for that hazy memory, there are too many people, only his heirs can't be identified, not to mention a large number of grandchildren and great-grandchildren......

"Old Lady ......"

The old man looked at the simple old people, children, men, and women, and he bowed and saluted, "Fellow clansmen, Ningcheng is ashamed!"

"Don't dare, don't dare......!"

The old man saluted for a long time, he bent down and grabbed a handful of loess with trembling hands, he raised it vigorously, and shouted to the sky: "Old brothers, we are back!

All the veterans grabbed handfuls of dirt and raised their tears as they shouted, "Brothers, we are back!"

They are telling their brothers, who have not returned, that we are back, that we are back, that we are coming back with you, and that we are returning to our homeland......