Leaving the Misty Valley and returning to his residence where he had lived for hundreds of years, he did not see Princess Jinglu, but saw the twelve generals and less than a hundred people in the Yanzhou camp. In the Battle of the Heavens, the Yanzhou camp, as the vanguard, suffered heavy casualties, and only less than a hundred people were left behind in woven 10,000 people.

In the early years, Yang Fanhai wanted to rebuild the Yanzhou camp, but the twelve generals could not recover from the Battle of Conquest and could not enter the state. Considering that the Nine Provinces were unified and there was no need for too many wars, Yang Fanhai put it aside.

"General! The last general is guilty and apologizes for guilt."

Seeing Yang Fanhai coming back, the twelve generals led the Yanzhou camp to kneel on the ground, looking ashamed. Gongsun Xuanyuan sent them to Huoyun Cave for decades, but they couldn't figure it out. Now that he has returned from Huoyun Cave and sees the situation in the world, he doesn't know what happened.

Yang Fanhai shook his head: "No wonder you guys, let's rest first!"

After saying that, he walked in on his own. He was still used as a chess piece in this game of heaven and earth, let alone them. At this moment, his heart was in a mess and just wanted to be quiet.

The twelve generals dared not speak any longer, so they could only wait outside.

Lying down on the bed, looking up at the top. The darkness in the cave could not affect Yang Fanhai's vision. Everything on the stone wall could be seen clearly, and the gaps above were also visible. The eyes walked along the cracks of the rocks, and their thoughts were dispersed everywhere.

He recalled what he had experienced in his life, from the first time he met Master Feng, then to the accident at home, leaving Panshan, like Yanzhou, and surrendering to Xuanyuan, he walked all the way until he became famous and became the God of War of the human race.

I once thought I had achieved success, but now I realized how sad it was. In the Battle of the Lu, I killed my brothers and achieved fame, the Battle of the Heavens, and the Uncle, and became the God of War. Now, it has indirectly caused wars in the world, and together with all the past, it can be said to be a serious sin.

At this moment, he finally understood what Emperor Haotian said before his death in the Nine Heavens that day.

"We all lost this war."

Indeed, I can't do it like Gongsun Xuanyuan and Qianhuang. After doing it, I will leave and hide my merits and fame. I have too much reluctance to give up this land and the tribesmen on this land, and it is difficult to let go. I can't tell whether this is good or bad. I can only say that it is my personality and my persistence.

I thought about it a lot and thought for a long time, and it seemed that I had figured it out a lot, but I felt confused again.

He cannot become a gamer, but he will never be a chess piece, or he will never be an obedient piece. He wants to resist, resist all this, and resist these fates imposed on the tribe members.

As day by day, more than two months later, Yang Fanhai finally came out of the cave. He didn't know what he could do to resist all this, but he knew that if he continued to cry in the cave, he would not be able to do anything.

"General!"

The twelve generals shouted together and knelt on the ground and waited for the order.

"You guys are all waiting here, I'm going home!"

After giving up this, Yang Fanhai flew directly to his home. The news of Princess Longji's death had a great impact on him, making him suddenly realize that even a god could become a thing of the past even if he had the so-called noble bloodline.

He still didn't know how to face his mother, but he knew that he could no longer escape, otherwise he might never see his relatives if he was not careful.

When I returned home, everything was now, my father was reading, my mother was spinning, and Princess Jinglu was serving me. It was pastoral affairs, but my younger brothers and sisters were missing. Now one of the two men was in the Palace of Wa and the other was in the Zhou Dynasty army.

He was still extremely timid inside, but Yang Fanhai still walked in with a tough bullet.

Feeling someone coming in, Yang's mother looked over and saw that it was Yang Fanhai. She suddenly felt stiff and the shuttle in her hand fell to the ground.

"What's wrong?"

On the other side, Yang's father heard the sound, put down the book in his hand and walked over. When he saw Yang Fanhai, he was shocked.

"Dad, mom, the child is unfilial!" Yang Fanhai knelt on both knees and leaned on the ground.

"Dalang!"

Yang's mother was surprised and got up and wanted to help her, but Yang's father shouted: "Don't help her, let him kneel down for me!"

Although Yang's mother was the princess of the Heavenly Court in the past, she always used her husband as her husband when she was with her father, so she dared not to contradict her. At this time, Princess Jinglu also came over and heard the sound. She was delighted when she saw Yang Fanhai coming back, but when she heard Yang's father got angry, she did not dare to step forward.

"Hundreds of years or thousands of years, you... you guys, don't even come back to your home once!" Yang's father returned to the inner room and walked out with a rattan bar, cursing as he walked.

"I taught you how to read the books of sages and rituals and morals, but what did you learn from me? Is this the way to be a Son of Man if I haven't come back for hundreds of years? What's the use of having you with a son like you?"

As he spoke, the rattan in his hand was already sucking towards Yang Fanhai.

Yang Fanhai did not dare to resist, and even took off his upper body clothes honestly. He lived in seclusion in the winding mountains in the past. When he was a child, he was naughty and always made mistakes, his father punished him like this.

I have never been beaten like this by my father for many years. At this moment, Yang Fanhai is so eager to be beaten.

Although he was already the body of an immortal king, and even such whipping would not leave any traces, he felt much better. He had done so many wrong things over the years, and no one blamed him. It seemed that he could make up for some wrong things by letting his father beat him like this, and he felt better.

After a long time of fighting, Yang's father felt weak and stopped and pointed at Yang Fanhai and asked, "Do you know your mistake?"

"The boy knows his mistake!" Yang Fanhai hurriedly knelt down and whispered to admit his mistake.

"Then where are you wrong?" Yang's father asked.

Yang Fanhai was silent for a moment, his eyes turned red, and he cried loudly, "The child's fault is that he is indecisive. If he is constantly interrupted, he will affect others."

"The child's mistake is that he doesn't find out clearly when encountering things, and just judge others' good or bad by his own understanding."

"The child was wrong to be a chess piece and was completely unaware of it. He acted on his own initiative and implicated the people of the Jiuzhou tribe."

"The child was wrong to take revenge on his own, and because his own selfishness caused everything to fall into dire straits.

"The child is wrong..."

After crying, he expressed all the resentment and pain in his heart. This was what he had thought about over the past two months.

If he had dared to face it directly and spend more time mediating the middle, the witch clan and the human race might have been able to make a comeback. Chiyou would not have to die in the rushing Lu, and the witch clan would not have any subsequent disasters, and Jiufeng would not have to escape from the underworld.

If he had not forcibly rushed into the Ninth Heaven because of his own selfishness, Emperor Haotian would not die, and the saint would be restrained in doing things, and even Master Feng would have a lot of difficulty in making plans.

Perhaps Emperor Haotian will complete his plan, separate the tribes, separate the strong from the weak, and improve the order of heaven and earth. Although it is impossible to completely eliminate war, today's situation will never occur.

Master Feng may have regarded himself as a pawn, but one thing is right. He has other ways to choose every thing, but he chose the path he should not choose because of his personal thoughts, which led to today's bitter fruit.

He was wrong, his sins were so serious that everything was wrong. He had nowhere to vent, and he didn't even know how to vent.

At this moment in this hut, in front of his parents, he was no longer the General of the Heavenly Conquest, no longer the God of War in the human race, nor the guardian of the Shang Dynasty.

He is just Yang Fanhai, the Dalang of the Yang family, and the child of this family. He has joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, and he also has pain and melancholy. He needs to cry here and lick the wounds in his heart.

Because no matter how big the world is, only this is his home.

The pain in his heart was touched, and Yang Fanhai cried hysterically. The sad look scared his parents. After a moment of stammering, Yang's mother rushed up to support Yang Fanhai who was kneeling and said softly: "Dalang, what's wrong with you?"

"Mom..." The familiar palm held his shoulder, and Yang Fanhai howled loudly: "I killed my uncle, I killed my uncle!"

Yang's mother trembled slightly, then shook her head: "That's your uncle's own choice, and I can't blame others. I don't know what happened in the Ninth Heaven that day, but I know that my Dalang is not a bad person."

"My elder brother, your uncle told me a long time ago that when he opened the Nine Heavens and sat in that position, he was ready to die, because what he wanted to challenge was the constructor of this world order."

"Your uncle dies. No matter how he dies, he is a hero. I don't want to say that you are a hero like him, but if you dare not come back to see your mother because of this, I can only tell you... I don't blame you, my mother's son is not a child who can do evil!"

Something was dissolved in his heart, and Yang Fanhai was crying and trembling all over, unable to control himself.

After Yang's father recovered from his senses, he seemed to remember something. He pulled Yang's mother away and scolded: "You... are you wrong?"

"The princess has been with you for so many years, she has lost her reputation and status, and has no regrets. She has treated me and your mother and I as biological parents for so many years, and it is better than you, a rebellious son."

"If you need her, she will accompany you. If you don't need her, you will throw it to us directly. She has never complained about anything. You really think she is in the air, and you really think she is in the air. You really think she is in the air and is in the lingering thing."

"Have you ever been a bastard like you in my Yang family? Since you are back today, your mother and I will make the decision and get the marriage done."

When Princess Jinglu heard her father say this, she blushed and hurriedly stepped out.

If it were the past, Yang Fanhai would never say anything more, but now... he could only shake his head.

"You don't want to?" Yang's father was stunned, then waved his vine and hit him: "You little brat, you really think you are a big shot. You don't listen to your parents' orders, and you still want to be this unfaithful man. I want to kill you today."

He had a deep relationship with Yang's mother, and he was also a person who valued feelings and hated unfaithful people the most. Now, seeing that his son actually wanted to be such a person, how could he not be angry?

After a while of thrusting, Yang Fanhai did not dare to resist or refute, but just stood there motionless. He felt very guilty about Princess Jinglu, but today, he really couldn't agree to anything.

After Yang's father beat him for a long time, he saw that he had no choice but to take Yang Fanhai. Finally, he threw the vine in anger and sat beside him and sulked.

Seeing that her husband was not whipping her son, Yang's mother hurried forward to help Yang Fanhai up. Yang Fanhai shook her head and kept kowtowing to the two of them, one after another. He felt that he had a lot of things he had not had time to do for his parents, but now it was too late. Only in this way could he make up for it.

It would be fine for Yang's father. After all, Yang's mother was the princess of the Heavenly Court. Seeing Yang Fanhai's appearance, she felt something was wrong and hurriedly asked, "Dalang, what's wrong with you."

Yang Fanhai kowtowed several times before saying, "The child is unfilial. I don't know when I will come back when I have to go out for a long trip. I'd like to forgive my parents."

Before he finished speaking, he heard his father scolding Yang: "I'm going out again, a far-distance home, and I don't know when I will come back. You might as well not come back in the future. Don't you understand the reason why your parents are not traveling far away? Is it a rebellious son."

"What are you scolding!" Yang's mother finally couldn't help but stand up for her son: "You are also a person who has eaten the elixir. You don't know how long your life span is. You will never die for the rest of your life. Can your son stay in the mountains all your life? Is it easy for your son? You run around and don't even dare to go back to your home. You can't see it, so you go back to the inner room to stay."

"I...I..." Yang's father muttered a few words and said weakly: "Don't I want him to leave, stay at home for more time? None of the three children have ever come back. I really don't know what's good about cultivating immortals. It seems like my wife and children are separated."

Yang's mother glared at him: "You only talk too much, stay there!"

Yang Fanhai kowtowed to the two of them three times and said slowly: "Dad, mom, take care of yourself."

After saying that, he got up, turned around and went out.

"General!"

The twelve generals outside the gate and Yanzhou Camp arrived and knelt on the ground in unison. Zhang Zhu said loudly: "General, please take us with you. If there is no general, Yanzhou Camp is meaningless, so it is better to die in battle."

Yang Fanhai didn't say anything. Princess Jinglu stepped forward and grabbed his clothes, whispered: "Is it going to fight again?"

Yang Fanhai nodded and said nothing.

Princess Jinglu looked worried and hesitated for a while, but still said softly: "Do you have to fight? Can you not fight?"

Yang Fanhai turned his head to look at her, a little surprised. He had gone on the battle once or twice, and Princess Jinglu had never dissuaded her like this.

Princess Jinglu smiled faintly, feeling sad: "I was worried, but I was not afraid when you went to the battle before. Because although you were confused for a while before going to the battle, your eyes were very firm when you actually went to the battle, so I always believed that you could come back."

"But this time it's different. Although you were not confused before going to war, your eyes were full of confusion at this moment. If you don't have confidence, you may not be able to come back. That's what you think in your heart, so you will come back today."

"I am no longer a princess, and I don't want to be a great person. I just want you to live. Let's live together, just like my uncle and aunt. Yang Fanhai... can you... not go?"

Tears were wandering in her eyes, trying hard to endure it. She knew that such words were not suitable for a person who was about to go to war, but she couldn't help it. Apart from the halo of the princess, she was just an ordinary woman, hoping to live a long life with the person she loved and be happy and worry-free.
To be continued...