It appeared here.
Guan Shier, the old Siming, seed as if he’d seen a ghost.
No, this was indeed an old ghost from five hundred years ago!
Truly, if you walk the night road too much, you’ll open a ghost eye. After this battle, where both sides paid a sufficient price, it briefly drew to a close. After Yuwen Lie and others retreated dozens of miles, they thought of what Jiang Wanxiang last said at that mont, and all were silent.
Unexpectedly, it turned out just as Jiang Wanxiang said. This expedition would likely struggle to succeed, and the three Divine Generals also knew that failing to achieve their goal in this campaign would likely result in Ying Country falling into a disadvantageous position.
After only two days of rest, urgent intelligence suddenly arrived.
From the intelligence, it was known that Dou De, leading nurous bandits, had pierced straight into Ying Country like a sharp blade. Under ordinary circumstances, if Jiang Wanxiang were still here, he might have chosen to continue the fight.
But at this mont, Jiang Wanxiang had already passed away.
Because this man, while alive, was practically a symbol of the entire Ying Country, his death had an extrely profound impact and shock on this army.
At this ti, they could not let both of Jiang Wanxiang’s sons die.
Dou De, he was the fla left by the Wolf King.
He was the hero of the Eighth Layer Heaven’s Martial World, having gathered the rangers of the Martial World with the Wolf King’s tactics. Finally, Yuwen Lie, He Ruoqinhu, and Qin Yulong had no choice but to retreat, but it was at this mont that He Ruoqinhu suddenly understood the problems on the battlefield previously.
Where did we fail?
Was it failing to see the Martial World’s Sword Madman, or failing to see the Qilin’s resolve?
No, Your Majesty...
The old general looked at the intelligence in his hands, sighed softly, and said:
"We failed because we underestimated the people of the world."
The great army withdrew, the Qilin Army stationed, and after the intense conflict, the world finally gradually returned to a brief calm. After the end in Jiangnan, the war outside Zhenbei City also gradually drew to a close.
After the army below failed strategically.
Jiang Su’s continued death battle beca aningless.
In Jiangnan, there was a city.
Inside the city once lived an old man.
An old swordsman.
Now there was only a zither and a woman.
Under the big tree, Murong Qiushui embraced the zither. She wasn’t that sorrowful, yes, her heart was quiet because she had long known the nature of her grandfather and what kind of swordsman he was.
For Murong Longtu, death was not the end.
To die in bed would be a regret.
Murong Qiushui had learned to respect her grandfather’s choice, and because of these years spent together, she knew that Murong Longtu had already experienced his most cherished leisure years. She, too, gradually let go of so of her attachnts; it was heartache, it was sorrow, but it was also a blessing, a firm tranquility.
In truth, many worried about her, but they saw this extraordinary woman still maintaining composure, showing no trace of grief, only saying: "Is it sorrowful?"
"Grandfather got what he wished for, in the family of swordsn, it’s not a sorrowful thing."
"How could the children of the Murong Family show tears like little children?"
"It would only make others laugh."
Thus, all admired her.
But she was still worried about that child.
She knew that the strategy here in Jiangnan, ever since Yue Pengwu returned, had already been settled, but Yue Pengwu’s return ant that the most dangerous part of the battlefield was left to one person.
The only absolute, irreplaceable spirit of the Qilin Army.
The only core of the Heavenly Strategy Mansion.
Prince Qin still blocks the most dangerous place as ever.
As the sharp edge, when the front line at Zhenbei City paused, Murong Qiushui felt very happy, relieved. She was not one to believe in God Buddha, but on that day, she clasped her hands and thanked all the gods and Buddhas she knew.
Today, as the troops stationed in Zhenbei City rotate back, Prince Qin returns.
Murong Qiushui felt she was calm.
But when she knew that Li Guanyi was returning and had already returned, the woman who could calmly face Murong Longtu’s departure suddenly felt her heart crack open.
It was as if the previous calm was just spring ice floating.
Only in front of strangers, in front of the overall situation, she couldn’t show her own grief and sorrow; she only remained calm, freezing her sorrow inside.
So emotions can only be seen by the closest relatives.
The zither sound did not play the zither string’s sound. She knew Qin Wang was back, she went to welco him, but just as the door opened, Murong Qiushui’s mouth opened slightly, she instinctively raised her hand to cover her lips, and then her eyes blurred.
The scarlet Qilin Pattern battle robe swayed in the wind, and the armored young man walked over, his brows serene, but Murong Qiushui’s tears fell. Trembling, she reached out her hand and placed it on Li Guanyi’s cheek, on his sideburns.
A Martial Arts Legend, unparalleled through the ages.
But the young man’s temples were already frosted with white hair.
That was the military god, controlling the army situation and half of the world for three hundred years of national destiny; to engage in single combat, to gain a chance for Jiangnan, must pay enough price and awareness.
To bear the two words ’Taiping.’
It’s not sothing that can be accomplished with words alone.
Understanding responsibility and price is growth, even knowing the price to be paid, yet still charging forward without hesitation, that’s a hero.
After Zhang Ziyong single-handedly annihilated three thousand of the Iron Futu, even with the Immortal Body, his hair turned completely white; today, Prince Qin is the sa.
Murong Qiushui reached out to touch Li Guanyi’s white hair.
Li Guanyi pressed Murong Qiushui’s hand, placing it against his cheek, and softly said:
"Li Nu’er is back, Aunty."
He was the Qin King who dispatched all Divine Generals to Jiangnan, gave the possibility of peace and victory to comrades, locked himself outside of Zhenbei Pass, and remained at the forefront.
He said to be comrades in arms.
He said to fight together!
He said, I will be the spearhead, he said, we must have peace.
In the battle outside Zhenbei City with the military god, swapping injury for injury, Li Guanyi, who did not retreat a step, showed a gentle smile and softly said:
"Aunty."
"Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid."
He smiled warmly, winked his right eye, and proudly said:
"I have eaten the Elixir of Immortality."
Murong Qiushui wept uncontrollably.
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