The army entered the pass, and it was already midnight. The city changed its defenses and arranged the troops brought out of the Lishui Pass. At the same time, in order to stabilize the people, notices were posted overnight in the city to avoid panic.

Bai Jian was guarding the battlefield. The souls of Lei Zhenzi, Wei Hu, Huang Tianhua and Tu Xingsun were only collected by the Ghost White Bone Banner. As the Ghost White Bone Banner was broken, the soul was released again, but Bai Jian was watched tightly.

At this time, someone just needed to call them back to Niwan Palace. After Jiang Xinshang arranged other things, he took his soul from Bai Jian and saved the four people.

After everything was settled, it was already ten days later. Jiang Xinshang walked to the yard where I lived. I was having fun with Daji and Wu Geng!

When I saw Jiang Xinshang from afar, I knew that this was something. He wouldn't come if he had nothing to do, but I don't think there would be any big deal. Judging from his leisurely appearance, it shouldn't be a bad thing.

When Daji saw Jiang Xinshang coming, he smiled and shook his head, said hello, and led Wu Geng out.

"I said you can't make our family quiet?" I gave Jiang Xinshang a blank look, "I have tea, I want to drink it myself!"

Jiang Xinshang was not polite either. Anyway, his face had been trained for thousands of years. "The first batch of food and grass has been out of the Sishui Pass. I'm here to reassure you!"

"This is not like your style. If you report the food and grass are locked out of the water, you will report it. In the past, you only reported it after the result is a result. You kid are so speechless!" I didn't even put Jiang Xinshang's words in my heart.

"Stop talking about this matter. How many names have you counted on the "Fengshen List"?" I'm idle, just chat.

"Dragon Ring is the latest one on the list, ranking 234th." Jiang Xinshang took a sip of tea and said.

"There are still 137 people... more than one-third of the number." I also turned my head to Jiang Xinshang. "What kind of state do you think Huang Feihu is in now?"

"There are only Chaoge and three passes left in your hand. How can he feel?" Jiang Xinshang continued to say calmly, "Do you still remember what I said to you before?"

"Remember, you said you would give him a heart-boosting injection, it's not that right now, right?" This is a big deal, the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation!

"It's almost the same, spring is warm and flowers are blooming, and war comes." Jiang Xinshang slowly spit out a sip of the fragrance of tea, as if he was used to war, and he still said so poetic.

"It's bloody and storm again, but ordinary people can't participate in this kind of thing. It's all your gods and ancestors who set the stage, and the great gods and little gods sing operas. For you, the names on "The Investiture of the Gods" are just added to you." Tell me, the ultimate disaster of your gods is our world on earth, and it makes Emperor Xin's reputation so unbearable. It's really irresponsible.

"I'm afraid you will have to go to the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation this time. You will basically be able to survive the tribulation smoothly. If you are killed, you will also be named a god! Not only you, but my old bones are the same!" Jiang Xinshang said in a word.

"Didn't you say that I'm sanctified? Why do I have a share?" You can't do this, right? What you said must count. What's going on with your back?

"I just protect you and make your body sanctify you, just like protecting the disciples of the twelve immortals. As long as the body is not destroyed, I cannot let Bai Jian take them away." Jiang Xinshang looked at me like he was looking at something.

"Then I thank you for your protection. Do you have to go through the back door for you?" It's so helpless to arrange fate so much. I'm sorry, this is not a lyric, it's a feeling.

"This time, the most people are going to be on the list, which can be said to be the most concentrated time in the entire process of the Gods. At about one hundred people, the rest is the finishing work. It is the same step as you regaining Chaoge."

"Of course, history only records this as a battle. As for the records in "The Romance of the Gods", it will become superstition."

Yes, how could gods write these things into the history of the world? It seems that the fire in Chaoge was not the destiny of the destiny, but history. No wonder the history of the Shang Dynasty did not have a complete record. It turned out that there was one, but it was just burned. Fortunately, the things I wrote secretly did not tell you.

"What you mean is that in these few short months, we have to get along well. It is very likely that we will be separated from one's life and death in these few months?" I only felt the taste after hearing this.

"Isn't it? Just chat with Wen Zhong as much as you should, and you should have good things with the children as you should. We can also benefit from holding more family banquets if you have nothing to do. After all, it's not long..." Jiang Xinshang said jokingly and meaningfully.

After hearing this, I didn't say anything. I suddenly felt that life was really short, many people and many things, and we always felt that the future was long, but we didn't know that before we knew it, we had reached the end of our lives. We wanted to cherish it but had no time, and we wanted to start over but had no chance.

"Will Wu Geng travel back with us in the future?" Wu Geng was born three thousand years ago by Daji and I. It was the first time I tried to be a father, the first time I felt family affection, and the first time I gave my father's love. I really wanted to take him away and couldn't bear to leave him.

"He does not belong to any era." Jiang Xinshang did not answer me positively. "Do you remember what Wen Zhong happened?" Jiang Xinshang said here, changing the topic.

"Don't he go back with us?" Actually, I knew it, I asked knowingly.

Jiang Xinshang nodded and said, "But he is afraid he can't participate in the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation. Haven't you given me a copy of "The Romance of the Gods"? Do you still remember how Wen Zhong died in it?"

"I can't see the word 'jue' for life?" At this time, I also remembered the plot mentioned in the book. At this time, I remembered that Wen Zhong said in a hurry that there was a word that could not be said, but in a hurry, I didn't think of that word. "But didn't Wen Zhong say that as long as you don't hear it within twelve hours, will it be fine?"

"Maybe he lied to you by himself. Didn't you see him going to the decisive decision when he attacked the ghost white bone banner? He was afraid that Bian Ji would understand this matter, so he refused to play by himself. In the end, he had to force him. Fortunately, Bian Ji didn't seem to know about this matter."

It seems that Jiang Xin Shangxin is very meticulous, and the things he observes can be combined with imagination and imagination. Unlike me, he is sometimes very sensitive and sometimes very dull.

"Of course, it is also possible that the Holy Mother of Jinling deceived him, and we don't know this. It's just that it's strange that you didn't show up? Wen Zhong has come to you once since he captured the Xiajie Pai Pass?" Jiang Xinshang continued, and he didn't drink tea again. The tea was already cold - people were about to leave, and the tea was cold.

"Then I will now order to eliminate all the words "公公" in this city. All the people in the city and all the soldiers in the camp cannot talk about the word "公公"..." Before I finished speaking, Jiang Xinshang waved his hand.

"Defending the people is better than defending against Sichuan. You don't understand this principle. The only way at present is to cherish the rest of the days." Jiang Xinshang interrupted me with this sentence.

"How do you know these?" Jiang Xinshang suddenly said this. Is there any sign of this? But by the way, Wen Zhong hasn't seen him for some days.

"There has been a layer of black air wrapped around his head these days, and it has become more and more serious in the past two days." Jiang Xinshang had already stood up after saying this.

"Let's go!" He waved his hand and had already left the door, leaving me alone in the room.

Life is short, but I didn't expect it to be so short.

After Jiang Xinshang left, Daji and I also talked about Wen Zhong's situation. Daji was also worried and wanted to go to see Wen Zhong with Wu Geng. Since that's the case, our whole family will go.

Wen Zhong was sitting alone in the room reading a book. They were open. Although the sun was not too warm, it still shone into the door.

"Garcia Inca." I entered the room, called him all over, and then I didn't know what to say.

"Brother." Wen Zhong stood up when he saw me. I looked at the top of his head, and it was indeed entangled with black air.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I said complainingly, then sat down on the chair opposite him, and Daji also sat next to me, hugging Wu Geng in his arms.

"I don't want you to worry too much for me. You can't hide these things." Wen Zhong looked very calm at this time, not looking like he was pretending.

"You are so open-minded?" I asked in confusion.

"We came out of the Grand Canyon of the Andes, entered the modern world of America, and then rode the wind and waves to return to China. After traveling from Mount Everest back to these three thousand years, too many people have died along the way."

"Besides, since Huang Feihu's blood flooded the court, and now he has recovered the seventh level, how many people have died? Why can Wen Zhong die if others die? What's more, death is not necessarily the worst place to go. Without this body of skin, you might be more comfortable." Wen Zhong sat down and put the book in his hand on the table.

"Yes, everyone is afraid of birth, old age, sickness and death, but no one hides it because of fear." To be honest, I don't know how to comfort Wen Zhong, it's not right, as if I don't comfort others very much.

"But, our brothers should always stay together more now. I owe you too much in the past." I used to be the Inca king, but now I am the emperor of the Shang Dynasty, but I have never been a brother.

"Brother, we must all learn to respect death. Death may be a real liberation for a person, and this sacrificial sacrificial shackles are the real shackles of man. What's more, the destiny after death is only a different form of existence. Three thousand years later, when the heavens are in war, our brothers may meet again."

Wen Zhong's eyes looked at me were full of calmness, determination and peace, as if this death was an old friend who welcomed his rebirth.

(End of this chapter)
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