A group of black people gathered together, staring at somewhere intently. Someone suddenly shouted first: "Okay!

The shouts suddenly aroused people's emotions. Everyone suddenly shouted with excitement, accompanied by loud applause, mixed with cheers of cheers.

"Okay, it's so good, it's so good."

"That's not. They are in the pear blossom class and are very famous. If the magistrate had not sent someone to invite him, we would have such a good fortune..."

"You don't know. I heard that the magistrate invited the opera troupe and doctor to recruit soldiers for the marquis. The more people there were, the more lively, and there were more talents to join the army. This is the reason!"

A group of actors dressed in colorful clothes performed on the stage, with their voices being sad, affectionate, or majestic performances fascinating.

The crowds of people in the audience gathered together and shouted from time to time. Perhaps the opera troupe of the Lihua Class was really good, and there were even those drama fans who were so immersed in the play that they were attracted to cry or laugh.

Tang Xinyun was mixed in the crowd and watched as she entered the show, her eyes turned red. Zhou Dapeng and Wang Tie next to her were not old, especially a little bit of a teenager's greedy and lively nature. At this moment, she looked dazzled and even applauded happily.

Even the little swan Yan Duwu, who was not very sociable, stared at the stage with bright eyes, staring at the stage without turning around, with curiosity and joy in his eyes.

After waiting for a play to sing, everyone became more intense and felt lost. They couldn't help but send out even more intense applause, which was so passionate that they were about to lift the top of the sky.

"It's so good, so wonderful." Tang Xinyun and others smacked their lips. The monks didn't have much entertainment. They looked at each other and couldn't help but hesitate: "Or why don't we just stop leaving, just watch here?"

Zhou Dapeng was very interesting to watch, and thought about it and suggested: "It's rare that the local area is so lively today. Let's take a look at if there is anything else. The youngest person, he will come when he says he will go, why haven't he come yet?"

Tang Xinyun looked around and found Tan Weiran not far away, and said nodded to pass. After thinking about it, he called Yan Duwu in the crowd, thinking that it was her business that Yan Duwu was not in the same place. As long as she did nothing wrong, we should not keep people from thousands of miles away.

Tang Xinyun is a senior sister after all, and although she was a little disliked by Yan Duwu because of past events, she could still take care of it.

When everyone came over, they all found that Tan Weiran's face was not very good, so they opened their mouths and asked. Tan Weiran let out a breath of turbid air, as if they were about to spit out all the breath and strength in their hearts, and calmed down their voice: "The Three Life Dao has begun to attack."

Tang Xinyun and his friends were stunned except Yan Duwu, and then their bodies shook and showed a ray of pain.

The North Sea Wasteland Realm falls into the hands of the Three Life Dao. When talking about the Three Life Dao, you cannot avoid thinking about your hometown, the hometown that was once beautiful but now it is unknown what it looks like. It is her hometown of Tang Xinyun, the hometown of Tan Weiran Zhou Dapeng Wang Tie, and the hometown of Su Yimingkong...

It is the hometown of most disciples of Xingtian Sect. That unforgettable place.

I handed the paper obtained in the black building to Tang Xinyun and others to read it in turn. The people were in a heavy mood, as if they were pressing a big stone in their hearts. They were a group of wanderers wandering in the foreign land and could not return home for a day. They even had the longing that they could not give up for.

Tang Xinyun and others did not understand the danger after all, but Tan Weiran understood it. Perhaps no one knew better than him. The three-life Taoist supporter arrived and had officially launched a major offensive on the Sanqian Desert Realm. This was the beginning.

Huangquan Dao occupied another vast world. It was far away from the North Sea Wilderness Realm, and the Sansheng Dao sharpened his sword. Huangquan Dao would definitely not be willing to let it go, and would soon or have started a war.

The smoke of wolf is everywhere, and the world is in chaos, which is by no means exaggeration.

The information I bought from the Heilou was a briefing on major events that happened within a year. Not only did there be news of the Sanshengdao attack, but there was also news of Guangmingdao's rebellion again. The information was called the "Battle of the River Blocking".

"Battle of the River" is a shocking battle between Guangmingdao and the killing of a powerful Duhe and a number of powerful people from the Gods and the Break the Void. While shocking the world, the result of the "Battle of the River" in Tan Weiran's memory is completely different.

The world is in chaos, and I don’t know how many people will suffer. The monks will suffer even more.

"Dad, my mother said you are going to join the army. Is it fun to join the army? Is it okay for my dad to take Niu'er with me?"

A pale young woman and a strong man were holding the little hand of a jumping little boy. The little boy was eating maltose, curiously looking left and right, and then looking up at the tall strong man.

The strong man squatted down, tidied up the little boy's clothes, and whispered: "Niu'er, joining the army is not a play. When my father comes back, will I take Niu'er and your sister to play?" As he said that, he glanced at his wife's slightly raised abdomen, hoping that it was a girl.

"Well, Dad, I promise you." The little boy looked majestic, but found that this method that always makes his parents laugh seems to have no effect this time.

While packing the already-tied luggage for the strong man, the pale young woman obviously smiled and looked at the recruiting station in the distance, crying a little: "We might as well stop joining the army, as An Ansheng is good at home."

A ray of red appeared in the circle of the strong man's eyes, and he held the young woman's hand and whispered: "Stop talking. We don't plan for ourselves, but we have to plan for Niu'er's future. It is a bit dangerous to join the army, and we can also earn martial arts and spirit stones to save for Niu'er's future to practice."

"No matter how poor we are, we cannot continue to be poor for generations. We cannot enjoy the blessings, and we cannot let Niu die with us. No matter how incompetent we are, we must make up our son's future..."

After talking for a while, the young woman held the little boy's hand with tears in her eyes, followed a few steps tightly to the recruiting station. Seeing the strong man signing up, she immediately cried like tears, and walked back with a staggering pace.

As he walked, the little boy suddenly shook his mother's hand and said crisply: "Mom, why not join the army too..." The innocent and childlike words caused a burst of tears to be the mother.

Two big and small backs stagger away, but in the noise and bustle around, they seemed particularly lonely and desolate.

Standing by the roadside, watching scenes quietly, from Tang Xinyun to Zhou Dapeng and Wang Tie, his eyes were red, or he turned his head over. Maybe he was escaping from that misery, or maybe he was enjoying that touch.

Perhaps it was because the magistrate's method was useful, or perhaps it was because the Dongwu Hou was more popular. Today's recruitment station was quite lively, with many people coming and going, some came alone, and some came with their families. Similar to the situation of the three family before, there were many noises, cries and arguments.

A young man who was eager to persuade his parents was confident and shouted: "Dad, mom, don't worry, now the Dongwu Hou is at the moment of hiring people. It's this moment when I make a contribution. I will definitely make a bright future when I join the army."

The parents pulled their son and refused to let go, and burst into tears: "My son, the Marquis is a good person, but there is no reason for the war, and what is the good thing? What if there is something? Teach me and your father how to live. We don't ask you to make achievements and make a living peacefully."

The boy struggled to get rid of his parents' hands and rushed out, while turning back and shouting confidently: "Dad! Mom! If I continue to stay at home, I will be abandoned for the rest of my life. Why not join the army and make a breakthrough? I will definitely return home in glory and let you live a good life that you have never had."

When the figure of his parents was about to disappear from his eyes, the boy suddenly felt a strong palpitations and reluctance. He waved his hand hard to his parents. Tears flowed down involuntarily and could not be wiped dry.

It can be foreseeable that these people who joined the army may be eliminated, may become qualified soldiers, and then experience one after another. Some people will die on the battlefield, and some will retire and return home.

The scenes that happened in front of the recruiting station fell into your eyes, and then fell quietly into your heart, making you feel dazed.

Tan Weiran looked at the sky with his head raised, thinking of the people who were destroyed by the Yellow Springs War, those cities, and the vast world...

Why do we fight and why do we fight?

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Sometimes, early spring is even more unbearable than winter. The cold wind blows the breath of spring, and the mixed with it is cold and moist, which can easily make people feel cold.

Yuncheng is different. It is built on the mountain halfway up the mountain. It is surrounded by mountains on all sides. The peaks of the south and southwest are relatively shorter, forming a perfect terrain, which makes the cold and moisture unable to remain above Yuncheng and will be taken away soon.

When winter goes and spring comes, new green buds can be seen everywhere in Yuncheng, exuding a fresh and tender smell, making people feel that the laziness accumulated in one winter has been driven away from the bone marrow.

Lu'er laughed and ran back and forth in the garden. Tan Weiran stared at the energetic Lu'er, thinking that although the garden in Hou'er was big and wide, it was too narrow than the wilderness, and it was not enough to run around.

After practicing the Feng Jian in the "Jiangshan Fengyue Sword" along the way, Tan Weiran closed his eyes and settled down his experience. Suddenly, he felt that Lu'er laughed at all, and said in a low voice: "I'm going to see the Marquis." There is also a pleasant voice in Chu Rou.

Talk about chasing and waved his hand to signal. Lu'er stuck out her tongue and retreated with Chu Rou: "Xiaoran, your mother and I have been thinking about it for a long time. I wonder if those questions are what you want to ask, or if there is someone else..."

With age and experience, the last few questions did not look like Tan Weiran itself. No wonder Tan Zhuihe Xu Ruosu felt that there was someone else and mistakenly thought it was a problem of several elders of Xingtian Sect. That was normal.

Seeing Tan Weiran open his mouth and said, Tan Zhui waved his hand and laughed it off: "Who asked, it doesn't matter."

“The important thing is the reply.”

Tan Zhui's words intermittently had an inexplicable aura, which made Tan Weiran open his mouth several times and was suppressed by this unique temperament. When Tan Zhui finished speaking, Tan Weiran let out a long sigh.

At this moment, looking at his father with a noble temperament, he understood his parents' answer, and a light sigh came from Tan Weiran: "Dad, I understand."

Close your eyes and calm down for a while, Tan Weiran quietly flipped his hands and took a black seal and a booklet and handed it to Tan Zhui.

Today, the Emperor of Destiny and the Crow Cavalry finally have a new home and finally a place to use it.

The clouds filled with moisture drifted, bringing a vast and vast color that seemed to make everything appear and disappear.

Where is the direction? What is the way forward? (To be continued)
Chapter completed!