Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

When Zhao Zhenwu woke up again, his wife had left, and the cabin had been cleaned up, leaving no breath for her and her son.

Zhao Zhenwu sat on the edge of the bed for half a day, somehow touching the gun between his waist.

The medals and the knife were taken away. The general was unavailable with a gun. About the same as the general of the Emperor today. It's like cow hair, isn't it worth it?

Zhao Zhenwu pulled out the miniature arrow blast gun, rubbed it on the root of his thigh, the gun mouth revealed a crystal clear glow, somehow, full of strange attraction, he couldn't help but open his mouth, to put the gun mouth...

“Whoa, whoa! ”

Someone broke the door.

Zhao Zhenwu, a spiritual spirit, like electric shock, threw the gun far away, fixed his mind, "Who is it? ”

“Zhao, it's me. ”

Familiar sounds are boring outside.

At first glance, he was his classmate He Peng in the general's class.

When the fairies are proud of their horseshoe disease in the spring wind, they have absolute confidence in their strength. Naturally, they are fighting each other's corners. They threaten me with fraud, and they fight in secret.

On the battlefield, however, climbing and beating in a planet or even a trench occasionally leads to a lifeless affair.

Especially since everyone has been blown up and fallen into the fire pit of the general's class, there is nothing left to calculate and exploit. In pity for the same disease, friendship is also quite pure!

Huixiang is also a human being. At some times, he will also speak of morality. The encounter of this “Lieutenant General He Peng” is no different from that of Zhao Zhenwu. The two men have a splendid temper, and they have a good relationship on the battlefield. Now they are fallen into the heavens, and they are irreversible.

It was He Peng who came to the door. Zhao Zhenwu still had some anxiety in his heart. He thought he knew the contradiction between himself and his wife before coming to the door to comfort him.

But keep an eye on the brothers. It doesn't look like much. "What's going on? ”

He Peng sighed heavily and shook his head: “Zhou Lifu is dead, he is so miserable. Alas! ”

“What!”

Zhao Zhenwu was shocked.

What they call Zhou Lifu is also a classmate of the general's class, the Lieutenant General of the Imperial Army, a notorious fierce man in the world outside the first quadrant a few decades ago.

This gentleman is a gladiator, harsh-hearted, cultivated to the extreme. He is said to have won 35 consecutive brilliant battles, cultivated to the early stages of Yuan Baby, known as the "Ghost Butcher” during the peak period!

Zhou Lifu is also a very famous student in the general's class. This public character is exhilarating, the interaction is vast, and hidden is also a core figure among many students.

I didn't expect to die so silently.

“Unlike you and me, my strip is not involved at all. You are a wife and a son, and the burden is not heavy. Zhou has five sons, and each one looks to have a cultivation talent, and needs to lay down a lot of resources to provide for them. ”

He Peng walked into the house and sat down on his ass, patting his thighway, “Half-sized, eating poor old man, five awkward young men waiting to be nursed at home. How can Old Zhou's allowance and subsidy be enough?

“The child's future was so important that he had to go back to his old business, somehow connected to a dark arena in the underworld of Tidu, and went to play again.

“Alas, does he think he is still a 'ghost butcher' decades ago? After all these years of crawling and beating on the battlefield, the eggs were beaten down by the Allies, what the hell, what butcher? Relying on drug stimulation, he barely won two games. Last night he encountered a difficult character and greedy enough to win a lot of rewards. He seemed to say that even if he lost another round, he could take an extra amount of money. He ended up on stage... beating people alive!

“Damn, when he led 800 gladiators to form the 'Blood Slaughter Regiment', he was so overbearing, so powerful, so powerful, so many years in the front line gun rain, sword shadow, didn't ask the Allies to kill him, but back to the Emperor is so dead! ”

Zhao Zhenwu's heart is very delicate, quite sad about the rabbit's death. He couldn't help but move his true feelings and mourn.

“That's not counting--”

He Peng rubbed his eyes and said, "The body was brought home. Old Zhou's mouth wasn't right on the spot, and he didn't cry. He also said thank you to the stadium staff. When everyone left, he had to take his five sons with him soon before dawn. He went with Zhou! ”

“Ah?”

Zhao Zhenwu was surprised, but forgot that he had just put his gun in his mouth. "How can you do such a stupid thing? Did you get it back? ”

“Fortunately, there was a family member who wanted to pay the bill. He went to his house to kick the door before dawn. He found it timely, but he was fine. ”

He Peng said, "But what if we get it back? If Zhou's top beam pillar is gone, this family will also collapse. How can the five little guys go back? Without enough resources, they will spend the rest of their lives nesting as‘ original people '?

“Now all the students in the school class went to Old Zhou's house, before Old Zhou's birth and everyone else got along pretty well. Everyone talked about it. We have to work together to help him deal with the past - we can't live and die like this, right? ”

“Yes!”

Zhao Zhenwu cut off the railroad, “Go, go, go, go, go with me, I don't believe it. So many generals and lieutenants can get together and not bury a comrade! ”

The two Imperial Army lieutenant generals clamped the package and bowed their waists, clinging to the roots of the walls, one foot deep and one shallow, and walked towards Zhou Liv's den deep in the thirty-sixth district.

He Peng naturally also noticed Zhao Zhenwu's abnormality and asked him what his heart was about.

Zhao Zhenwu was ashamed to say that his wife had run away with someone. After thinking about it, he said that the family heirloom knife had been pitted away.

Finished, sighed and resented: “Ten years ago, such a false watch guard, I hit eight of them with one hand! ”

“Unfortunately, you and I have been badly injured on the front line. It is now our turn to beat the eight of us with one hand. ”

He Peng grinned bitterly, "Tiger falling Pingyang has been bullied by the dog, the world is so cold, what a fucking blind eye! ”

The two sighed briefly, saying familiar classmates and Taoists recently, only to say that they were all tragic, awesome and without half the exciting news.

Speaking of “god of war" Lei Chenghu, Zhao Zhenwu reluctantly cheered up, said that he heard a news, Liaohai Hou Lei Chenghu could not see the misery of General Miscellaneous and Commander Optical Rod, most likely to appeal to the Senate to improve their situation, if it were true; He Peng grinned and shook his head, brother, this news is outdated, the latest news is that General Lei is all mud and bodhisattva over the river himself, even his military rights will be cut off, how can he care about them?

Zhao Zhenwu shouted, shrunk his head and stopped talking. The two walked all the way to Zhou Lifu's rugged alley.

At this moment, this poor alley, less than three meters wide, is already crammed with Miscellaneous General and Optical Commanders.

A black, grey, and yellowbrown woolen coat of the general covered an inhuman, ghostless ghost, roasting the atmosphere to solemnity and depression to the extreme.

Deep in the alley, it seemed like a woman was crying like a ghost. She cried like Zhao Zhenwu was upset. Somehow she remembered her wife.

He shook his head hard and looked up at his familiar or unfamiliar classmates - poor brothers and brothers in need, most of them, like him, filled with the word "embarrassment”, others sighed, others bit their teeth cut, others frowned angrily, others were closing their mouths to steal whispers, others nodded softly to Zhao Zhenwu and He Peng, as if they had entered into some secret covenant with each other.

Zhao Zhenwu and He Peng crowded into the crowd and suddenly heard that in addition to the crying, there were people screaming and screaming, screaming a poem and not knowing the suicide note and other things. Shadow heard enough words:

“Dead Ken on the battlefield, drifting souls in the stars, open your eyes and look at these bloody doors behind you stacked with tired white bones!

“You die in vain on the front line, your families starve in the back, those corrupt officials and valves of power, but in exchange for your flesh and blood for a light Gorman dance, green lights, wine and luxury!

“Who can pity you, who will remember you, and who can protect your innocent families? Let this terrible rain come even harder and hide your terrific cry! ”

Zhao Zhenwu clenched his fist and whispered: “What poem or song is this? Who wrote it? ”

“Don't know.”

He Peng shook his head, “Always made it up by one of the most bitter cadets. A lot of people have been making it up these past two days, singing it —— otherwise, what else can we do? ”

The two men finally squeezed into the spiritual hall, and saw Zhou Liv's widow, silly and demented, kneeling on the ground. There were also five little guys beside him who were a little overwhelmed, staring at the big eyes that dripped away, and looking around at these “generals” who should be mighty windy.

A woman officer was whispering to comfort Zhou Lifu's widow. I didn't know what touched the sadness. Zhou Lifu's widow suddenly cried out, "I don't want to die, I want to live, I want to live! But how can we live? ”

In a word, she stabbed everyone's pain. The woman officer stood still for half a day and cried with the widow.

Crying is as infectious as a virus, and aggressive things may never have happened in the history of the real human empire. Hundreds of immortals in poor street alleys have touched the scene and sobbed one after another.

Even Zhao Zhenwu and He Peng followed several tears of sincerity.

Everyone was crying to sadness, and suddenly there was an officer in the deep end of the crowd shouting: “Everyone is a decent imperial soldier. The empire has fallen to such a degree. Are we just going to sneak in here and cry for a second? ”

The head is buoyant, the shadow is shaking, and it is impossible to see exactly who is speaking.

"Now that we are all unarmed and without guns, most of us are wounded and sick, and the situation has plummeted. Even though we have a heart to report to the country, what can we do but weep? ”

The first officer who spoke said: "Even though we can only cry and weep, we shouldn't cry here in secret. No one knows until we cry. If we want to cry, go to the Senate door and cry brightly and shockingly, so that all the people of the Empire know what happened to us! ”

The second officer continued to argue: “Who doesn't know that the emperors are under martial law right now, and the elite of the family of four elected emperors surrounded the Senate with water, just because we were not close to the Senate 180 miles before we were discovered, once dispersed and captured, where can we be ‘astonished'? ”

“Ladies and gentlemen...”

The first officer finally stood up, stood high, angry, "Dear friends, classmates, brothers who were born and died together, the highest authorities unloaded the donkey, crossed the river to dismantle the bridge to such an extent, we couldn't bear it! What happened to General Zhou today is what happens to all of us tomorrow. Do you really want to turn around and wait for him to die?

“Yes, we are unarmed, let alone trying to make a mess, but we have no livelihood, no way to go, we gather to cry, we demonstrate to the highest authorities, we yell at hundreds of millions of people - don't you have the guts to do that?

“The Senate is heavily guarded, and naturally it is impossible to go, so... By the way, the Imperial Mausoleum, let's go to the Imperial Mausoleum, to sleep with His Majesty the Real Human Empire for millennia, against the mausoleum of ‘Ancestor of the Fixes' Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi, cry with joy, tell our grievances, ask the Black Star Emperor in the Spirit of Heaven to preside over our grieved future generations of fairies! ”