Ding Xiaoyi felt that his throat was extremely dry. The veteran actually knew that he was a reincarnator.
Moreover, he was once a member of the Dayongjiazi camp, but he could not remember anything. His memory was blurry.
The candlelight in the low house was like the burning soul fire. Ding Xiaoyi looked at the weak candlelight, and he seemed to feel his soul tremble inexplicably.
This feeling was so subtle that it made the blood in his body boil again. Could it be that his life experience was in this low-rise house? He couldn't help but wonder secretly.
The carriage moved slowly along this long and narrow street. This long and narrow street seemed to have no end.
But Ding Xiaoyi had a lot of thoughts, and he already had speculations in his mind. The veteran brought himself to this place where the soul fire burned, did he want to awaken his memory.
There seems to be an obsession deep in the memory, but this obsession makes Ding Xiaoyi tremble all over. He doesn't know if this obsession really exists.
The enemies outside the territory are mysterious and unpredictable. He doesn't know what happened in Dayongjiazi Camp a hundred years ago. He just felt that the obsession deep in his memory did not appear in his mind, and who was he and where did he come from?
Life eventually ends, and the long and narrow streets finally end. Ding Xiaoyi looked at the end of the long and narrow street, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
Wandering on this long and narrow street, he felt like a kind of torture, a kind of torture that made him physically and mentally exhausted.
He didn't know if this kind of suffering was a responsibility, and he didn't know what his previous life was like.
But after seeing the veteran with a forlorn figure, he knew that he should trust the veteran. Veterans of Dayongjiazi Camp, this is a kind of belief, the belief of veterans of Dayongjia.
"What do you feel?" The veteran stood up on horseback. The carriage slowly stopped at the end of the long street. Behind him were the rows of low houses. In each house, there was a fragile and swaying flower. candlelight.
Every candle is like the burning soul fire, strange and tragic.
"My blood is boiling," Ding Xiaoyi answered honestly to the veteran, but the veteran nodded and said, "It should be so."
All this seemed to be expected by the veteran, but it also seemed unexpected. This was how Ding Xiaoyi really felt. He felt like his blood was boiling. This feeling hadn't happened in a long time.
The million-strong army of the Great Yongjia Camp fought in the void, burning the soul into eternal calamity. How could he not make his blood boil?
"You have to find your own life experience by yourself. No one can help you." The veteran picked up the reins and the carriage moved slowly.
The low houses behind him seemed to be covered with a layer of white fog, becoming increasingly blurry under Ding Xiaoyi's eyes.
Finally, the low house disappeared, as if it had never been there.
"This is the soul tomb, the million-person soul tomb of Camp A. Only members of Camp A can see it, and if you can see it, it means you were once a member of Camp A." The veteran's voice was very soft. It was also very low, but Ding Xiaoyi listened to every word.
"Burn with millions of soul fires to defend against enemies outside the territory. The sky can tell you how to die without regrets." The veteran said quietly, but Ding Xiaoyi felt an inexplicable tremor in his heart. He felt that his soul was about to fly out of his body. , flying towards the vast night, he wanted to fly beyond the void.
Ding Xiaoyi doesn't understand what is beyond the sky and what is above the void. He only knows that a kind of inheritance seems to be imprinted in his bones.
This is the inheritance of responsibility. The veteran took himself on this narrow street, just to imprint the inheritance of the A-shaped Camp into his bones.
"Senior, how high was the cultivation level of the soldiers of the A-Zi Camp back then?" Ding Xiaoyi asked this question that had been in his heart for a long time.
He felt that the cultivation level of the soldiers of Dayongjiazi camp should not be very high, but they died outside the void, which made him very confused.
"They are all ordinary soldiers without any cultivation. The cultivation of the highest general of the A-shaped battalion is only the super-grade destiny realm." Ding Xiaoyi was greatly surprised by the veteran's answer.
The enemies outside the territory fought them in the void, but the cultivation level of the soldiers of Dayongjiaziying was pitifully low.
"They are a group of respectable people. Even though their cultivation is low, none of them flinched. They burned their soul fire and came to the void. They died a worthy death, but they died worthless. "The veteran's contradictory words made Ding Xiaoyi slightly stunned, but he understood immediately.
"Someone in Xinglou took action, right?" Ding Xiaoyi looked solemnly, and then asked the veteran. The veteran's hunched back trembled slightly. He pondered for a moment, but finally sighed and did not answer.
Regarding the veteran's actions, Ding Xiaoyi felt inexplicably sad. Millions of soul fires were burned out just to defend against enemies from outside the territory.
And they were just a group of ordinary soldiers, but these millions of ordinary soldiers rushed into the void without hesitation.
They are the most respectable people, and the fire of their military soul will not be extinguished. It no longer mattered what the truth was. Ding Xiaoyi knew that Emperor Yong would not let the veteran lead him to this remote street without any purpose.
It doesn't matter who he is, he knows what he should do. The night was vast and the stars were bright, but Ding Xiaoyi's mood was extremely heavy.
What role Xinglou played made him very confused and confused.
With a "swish" sound, a slight sound of stepping on the air reached Ding Xiaoyi's ears. His face turned cold, and the carriage suddenly stopped.
The veteran's stooped back straightened slightly, and his cloudy eyes held a chilling light.
The carriage was surrounded by several men in black, and their hands glowed with a cold light. The bodies of these men in black are not too tall, and are a head shorter than ordinary people.
Ding Xiaoyi knew the identities of these men in black, but he did not expect that these men in black were so bold.
There are always some people who do impulsive things at the feet of the emperor in the imperial capital. Ding Xiaoyi slowly stepped out of the carriage. The veteran's back was hunched, but his face was extremely calm, without any fear.
This is not because of his advanced cultivation, but because of the pride of a veteran.
"Kill him," a cold voice sounded, and several men in black turned into afterimages and rushed towards Ding Xiaoyi.
I saw the cold light tearing through the night, and murderous intent suddenly emerged. Several men in black rushed toward Ding Xiaoyi with lightning speed, and every gleam of cold light was filled with murderous intent.
"Zheng...", a high-pitched sword chant resounded through the night sky, and Ding Xiaoyi moved... Even though his spiritual sea was completely destroyed, he was not a lamb left to be slaughtered.
His body swayed, and the long sword in his hand moved away like a god or a pen, and a bloody light like the setting sun shot into the sky.
A sword swept up blood that shot up into the sky, and a man in black fell silently. The long sword in Ding Xiaoyi's hand seemed to have returned to its original nature. There was no brilliant sword light, only the layers of sword shadows spread out overwhelmingly.
A series of sword shadows harvested the lives of the men in black. After a few breaths, Ding Xiaoyi put away his sword and stood up.
Beside the carriage, several people in black clothes had fallen down. In just a few breaths, this group of men in black were all killed by Ding Xiaoyi.
The veteran had no expression on his face, as if he had everything under his control. The veteran didn't take action. He just sat firmly on the shaft of the cart and didn't let go of the reins in his hands.
His expression was calm and his eyes were as cloudy as ever. He didn't even look at the men in black who fell to the ground dead.
The carriage continued to move forward, heading towards the Liehou Mansion in the north of the inner city. Ding Xiaoyi said nothing. He felt as if he was caught in a storm when he came to Yinning, the imperial capital.
His arrival has attracted the attention of all forces. Is he so popular? Late at night, the carriage appeared in front of the gate of Bei Liehou's Mansion. At this moment, standing in front of the gate of Bei Liehou's Mansion was a young man wearing a Confucian robe.
When Ding Xiaoyi saw the man, a bright smile appeared on his face. The man looked at Ding Xiaoyi with a clear and clean smile on his face.
"Junior brother Ding, you're fine," the man said to Ding Xiaoyi in a friendly manner.
"Senior Brother Ziyu," Ding Xiaoyi jumped out of the carriage and patted the young man in Confucian robes on the shoulder. The visitor was none other than Ziyu from Shushan. Ding Xiaoyi was also surprised and delighted by Ziyu's arrival.
In Liangzhou, they fought side by side against the Northern Demon Army, and they joined hands to defeat the masters of the first hall of the Heavenly Demon Temple. This friendship made him feel warm in his heart.
