The yellowed paper pages are ordinary and simple, with a different charm.
The action of opening the paper was simple, but Xu Sheng felt extremely solemn in his heart, and his hands were trembling.
He was convinced that it contained important information about his destiny.
Paper.
was fully unfolded.
It turned out to be one big and three small, a total of four.
Xu Sheng only glanced at the small piece of paper and was confused.
What kind of ghostly drawing is it? It’s completely incomprehensible to humans. It’s just like a child drawing it for fun.
"Put it away first. It can't really be a joke." Xu Sheng muttered to himself, balled up the three small rolls and put them in his pocket.
There was only a piece of paper left in his hand, and his eyes naturally moved towards it.
He concentrated, and lines of beautiful small characters came into his eyes clearly:
My little friend, how are you soon? After two years of separation, I miss you so much, but the destiny has not yet come true, so I can’t see you again. I still remember that two years ago, we first met in Zhongzhou. It was raining, but my little friend did not abandon me and invited me to take shelter in the car for a while. Waiting for the rain.
Rest, something is urgent, and my little friend is in a deep sleep again. I can't bear to disturb you, so I won't say goodbye.
In the past two years, my little friend's encounters are by no means ordinary. I have experienced the ups and downs, the joys and sorrows, but I only know it myself. I can also imagine all the tastes.
My friend, I am probably confused about the road ahead. After all, the world is huge, with hundreds of millions of people, a long history, and many planners. My friend and I are both in the game.
However, I entered the game earlier and have experienced a lot. I have a few words that I can give to my friends.
The so-called fate, although it is in the hands of heaven, can be contested by humans!
Please believe that the future may not be bleak, there is a "mystery" to protect us.
"this..."
Seeing this, Xu Sheng felt completely indescribable in his heart, and his image of a seasoned Taoist was sketched out bit by bit.
"Is he the same as me? Or...are we on the same side?"
Xu Sheng murmured, his mind was full of thoughts, but they were all confusing and unclear.
The old Taoist priest is obviously in the same situation as Xu Sheng, and he knows the truth (at least part of the truth); but what role does he play? What are the similarities and differences with Xu Sheng's positioning?
"Damn it!"
Maybe he thought too deeply, and Xu Sheng's head hurt. He lightly hit his head with his fist, cheered up, and continued reading.
Further down, there is a small poem.
The west wind gathers and condenses into evil spirits,
The place is scorched and defiled, and human lives have been transformed.
The heroes who died tragically should not be scattered,
Cast into a flower on the other side.
Drifting in the wind outside the city,
It's your choice whether to kill or pick.
The road ahead may be bumpy,
Heaven's behavior always measures itself.
This poem is really not outstanding, not neat, and has no charm; but it clearly illustrates a fact - outside Zhiyang City, there is a flower of the other side!
Its fate will be decided by Xu Sheng.
"What is the flower of the other side? Are the souls of those who died reunited in some way?"
Xu Sheng murmured thoughtfully. He turned his head and looked around. Even though he used the "invisible secret power" to bless his eyes, he could only see the sun shining like a tide outside the temple.
He couldn't see anything outside the city, and he knew he had to take a walk.
"Alas, wait for me. Immortal, please change me back."
As soon as Xu Sheng raised his leg, the tramp panicked and he quickly followed, chattering non-stop.
Ignoring his noises, Xu Sheng walked alone, uncontrollably arousing many speculations in his heart.
In short, one thing is certain, this Flower of the Other Side is very unusual. Its survival will be decided by Xu Sheng, and it also has a great influence on Xu Sheng's fate.
"I can't find Chen Xiaofang, he should have left."
In the gap between the rocks and the turbid current, Yan Danzhi looked into the distance and said to the gloomy-looking general beside him.
"He doesn't believe us."
The general looked at Yan Danzhi with him, thoughtfully, and spoke softly.
"No, it's not." Yan Danzhi shook his head, turned to face the general, and said solemnly: "This time in Zhiyang, we encountered an unimaginable existence, the destruction of more than 80,000 sergeants, the death of Yan Shaoguang
Death, Chen Xiaoyun's capture, and...the loss of Jinghong Sword. These things have crushed his self-confidence. Now, the only thing that can make him feel at ease is his mountain-like master!"
"Your losses are really heavy." The general turned his head away, pointed back, and said in a cold voice: "This Zhiyang City was founded nearly seven hundred years ago, and only a few people know about it, but it has become a shame to you and me.
land."
"I'm guilty!"
Yan Danzhi knelt down, raised his head, and said sternly: "I did not stop Yan Shaoguang, causing 80,000 warriors to fall on the battlefield. Please general punish me according to military law."
"You..." The general looked down at Yan Danzhi. Although his face was gloomy, there was kindness in his eyes. He stared at it for a while, smiled bitterly, and said softly: "I also suffered defeats in the front. If you want to criticize me, I am guilty."
"What!?"
Although he had already made a guess, Yan Danzhi was still shocked when he heard the exact answer.
Who is a great general!? He has rarely suffered a defeat in his life, and the few times he has lost are all helpless in the face of several times more military strength. Even if he loses, he will definitely make the enemy pay a more painful price.
Yan Danzhi still remembers that ten years ago, when he was just nineteen years old, he was just a small scout. Faced with the siege of eight thousand people from the Beiyouhuang tribe, their team of four hundred people seemed to have no chance of winning.
At that time, he even thought about death. Among the "foreign races" that have fallen into the hands of deserters since ancient times, no one can survive, and they don't even have the chance to surrender.
It is better to die than to suffer humiliation.
That was the truest portrayal of his heart at that time. He took out the knife and was ready to do it; but the moment the blade was pointed at his stomach, he heard "charge"!
Some people decide to accept their fate, while others say: Never!
The general, who was only a reserve commander at that time, led the breakthrough at the critical moment.
Logically speaking, this could not be successful, but inspired by him, everyone decided to try.
The result of the attempt was beyond everyone's expectations...
After the war, the dozen or so people who survived finally realized that the tall officer who accompanied them day and night and could joke around at will was actually powerful enough to rival the world's top masters.
It was also at that time that Yan Danzhi shed tears when he saw the blood seeping out of him and the dozens of arrow wounds he suffered while blocking his companions. He regarded the dying man in front of him as his lifelong pursuit and belief.
.
But now, the general's words undoubtedly dealt a heavy blow to Yan Danzhi's heart, making him a little dazed...a little shaken.
Kanto, a war-torn and exhausted place, shouldn't it be pushed aside? If he lost, it was no big deal, maybe it was accidental; but the general also lost, was it a destined defeat?
"what's on your mind?"
Seeing Yan Danzhi lost in thought, the general frowned. He gently patted Yan Danzhi on the shoulder and raised his hand to signal him to stand up.
"Are you scared?"
The general asked casually, but in his heart he was eagerly looking forward to a firm answer.
"I...I'm not afraid."
"Okay, I'm very pleased that you can say that." The general smiled and continued: "If you are scared, you can ask me for advice. I will let you return to Tianjing and guarantee that you will never be responsible for this war.
Even a little bit of responsibility.”
"I said, I'm not afraid." Yan Danzhi didn't hesitate this time, his chest straightened out and his eyes sparkled!
"Okay!" The general patted him hard on the shoulder, not to comfort, but to encourage. He said: "In this case, the two of us will make atonement for our sins together. We have not lost this war yet.
The war will put the national system and our dignity at stake!"