"do not go!"
Lu Chen almost blurted out, because he knew how cruel this war was. For ordinary people, setting foot on the battlefield was no different from committing suicide.
"Brother-in-law, if I advise you not to join the war, will you come back?"
"You don't know how, so you don't have to persuade me."
"Don't worry, we'll take care of our own."
"Then...see you on the battlefield."
Lu Chen felt a little distracted when he heard the busy signal from his cell phone. His biggest dream was to have enough strength to protect his family and seven sisters from the wind and rain.
But he felt that the stronger he became, the further away from this day he became.
He sighed deeply and left the capital with Bai Xian'er.
"Let's go to Beihai."
…
Magic City.
Chinese Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Hu Shuang put down his phone and started packing his things. They were going to report to the War Department tonight.
But at this moment, someone suddenly called her at the door.
"Hu Shuang."
Hu Shuang looked up and saw an old woman standing at the door. She was wearing a black robe, with a stooped back, a cane, and a wrinkled face. She looked like a black magic witch.
"You're looking for me?"
Hu Shuang pointed at himself and asked curiously.
"I'm your father's friend. Can we talk alone?" The ghost woman pointed outside.
"Of course." Hu Shuang's eyes lit up, he followed the ghost woman to the rooftop of the office building, and asked excitedly: "Do you know where my father is?"
"I haven't seen you for a long time."
The old woman put down her crutches and sat on the edge of the rooftop. Seeing her putting her feet outside, Hu Shuang couldn't help but remind her: "Grandma, be careful."
At this time, a gust of wind blew open the black robe's hat, and the hag's silver hair was rustled by the wind.
"I saw you packing your things just now. Where are you going?"
"When you go to the battlefield, members of the Chinese Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine will disperse to various battlefields to rescue the wounded." Hu Shuang explained while curiously looking at the strange mother-in-law in front of him.
"You are just a helpless girl. Aren't you afraid of dying on the battlefield?" asked the ghost woman.
"Of course I'm afraid, but you have to go even if you're afraid. We are attacked from all sides now, and the soldiers will definitely be seriously injured. With one more medic, they have more hope of survival." Hu Shuang's voice was firm.
The ghost woman looked back and their eyes met. She saw her former self on Hu Shuang's face, fearful and bold, immature but determined.
"I'm old and want to choose a successor. You come with me. I will teach you the skills so that you can travel across the world like your eldest sister."
After saying that, she stood up.
"Do you know my eldest sister?" Hu Shuang asked in surprise.
"We just met a few days ago." The ghost woman turned around and stretched out a hand to Hu Shuang: "Do you want to come?"
Hu Shuang hesitated for a few seconds, then took a few steps forward and grabbed the ghost woman's hand.
"You won't regret your choice today."
The ghost woman smiled and jumped off the building of the Chinese Medical Association. The terrifying feeling of falling made Hu Shuang's face turn pale and he couldn't help but let out a scream.
"ah!!"
But soon, she found that she was no longer falling, but began to rise, and finally flew over the Magic City like a bird.
She saw the Huangpu River dyed red with blood, the ruins of the Feng family, the Oriental Pearl Tower, and the gathering army.
"Are we flying?"
Although she knew there were warlocks, she had never actually seen them. Flying in the sky now had a huge mental impact on her.
"Flying is just the most insignificant ability of a warlock. I will teach you more."
…
Sea of clouds.
In the martial arts hall.
Meng Yutong was wearing a white martial arts uniform, holding a Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his right hand, with a solemn and menacing expression.
In front of her, there were more than 300 people standing, all of whom were students who had recently joined their martial arts school.
"I have been practicing martial arts for a lifetime, and today I finally have a use for it."
"Everyone, are you ready?"
"Ready!"
More than three hundred people roared in unison with great momentum.
"Okay, you are worthy of being my student, Meng Yutong, let's set off."
Meng Yutong walked in front carrying the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, which was slightly taller than her, followed by three hundred disciples holding either swords or knives.
"Ding~"
At this moment, the elevator stopped at this floor, the elevator door opened, and a middle-aged man with a rough appearance and strange clothes walked down.
"Closed."
Meng Yutong pointed to the notice at the door and said.
The middle-aged man looked up and saw a notice saying: The enemy invaded China. Director Meng Yutong led the members of the martial arts gym, Li Dong, Meng Hai, Bai Xiao... to the battlefield. If they can come back alive, the martial arts gym will continue to operate. .
"Are you Meng Yutong?"
The middle-aged man looked Meng Yutong up and down. His naked eyes seemed to see through Meng Yutong. The student behind him immediately yelled angrily: "What kind of look are you looking at? Show some respect."
"Um?"
The middle-aged man turned to look at the man. The moment they looked at each other, the man felt as if he was being targeted by a tiger. The huge pressure caused cold sweat to flow from his forehead.
"Who are you?"
Meng Yutong moved a step to block the middle-aged man's gaze.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Ao Jiuzhou. I am you... your brother-in-law Lu Chen's uncle. I am currently short of an apprentice. I think you are good. Are you interested in following me?"
"Are you Beihai Canglong Ao Jiuzhou?"
Meng Yutong's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously looked at Ao Jiuzhou's waist, where three knives hung, a horizontal knife, a scimitar, and a dental knife.
"Have you heard my name?" Ao Jiuzhou was a little surprised. This shouldn't be the case. Except for Zhao Yuhan and Zhou Zhiruo, the other five sisters should not know any of them.
"Where is my dad?" Meng Yutong asked directly.
"I don't know, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years." Ao Jiuzhou said lightly.
"What's the matter with your injuries?" Meng Yutong asked again.
"The injury on my body is..." Ao Jiuzhou was mid-sentence, and suddenly realized that he was the one being questioned. He coughed and returned to his elder posture: "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. Just answer me." , just be willing to be my apprentice."
"So... the main force in this war is you warlocks, right?"
Meng Yutong was a little distracted, but then his eyes became firmer: "I want to bring my students with me. They also want to fight for the country."
Ao Jiuzhou glanced at the students behind her: "I'm getting older, and my achievements in cultivation won't be very high now. If I go to the battlefield, I can only be used as cannon fodder."
"Cannon fodder is cannon fodder, we are not afraid!"
"Don't underestimate us!"
"We would rather die on the battlefield than live hiding here!"
In modern warfare, if they dare to go to the battlefield with swords, it means that they are already prepared to die in battle. Although they don't know what Ao Jiuzhou's background is, from Meng Yutong's words, he should be a peerless master.
Beihai Canglong sounds awesome!
"Okay, okay, for the sake of my precious disciple, I will take you all in and follow me back to Beihai."
