Eastern Region, the northern border of Chu State.
"Didn't the teacher find anything interesting?" Shadow said.
"What?" The one-armed old man seemed to know nothing. In fact, he already had the answer in his heart. He was just waiting for his disciple's answer.
"During King Wu's campaign against Zhou, the key to King Wu's victory was that he borrowed the luck from the Northern Territory. After sweeping across Liuhe, he returned the luck from the Northern Territory."
"Then what?" The one-armed old man seemed careless, but in fact, he secretly glanced to the northeast while adjusting his posture.
"The 'Kyushu Plan' and King Wu's conquest of Zhou, two events that spanned nearly seven hundred years, actually involved a key figure." Shadow said word by word, his voice getting colder and colder.
…
Three days later.
Eastern region, northern border.
A ruin.
A place of debris.
Silence, deathly silence.
The wooden slats of the wooden house slid, and then collapsed a little, revealing a hole and a dirty child ran out.
But before he took two steps, he fell limply to the ground.
He stretched his hands forward and squirmed forward little by little, as if he wanted to open his bloodshot eyes and find something suitable to fill his long-deflated stomach from the blurred vision.
He was so hungry that he didn't know how long it would take, so he groped forward bit by bit.
Finally he ran out of strength and stopped. He vaguely heard something flapping. He reluctantly opened his eyes and saw a black bird pecking at something.
The child burst out with the greatest strength he could muster these days and caught the black bird in one fell swoop.
As a result, he had been hungry for too long and his strength was really low. The smelly bird fluttered away twice. Okay, let it go. As a result, the smelly bird slapped him twice with its wings.
Now that the smelly bird is gone, people can still eat the bird's food. The child took a few breaths and squinted his eyes to look in that direction.
A piece of arm, the blood on the arm was black.
When the child saw the abrupt arm, he didn't panic or be afraid. He just lay down again.
so tired.
The child blinked twice, and before he fell asleep, his emotionless eyes finally revealed a trace of disappointment in his heart.
…
"Can you do it?" A man helped his companion.
"It doesn't matter, save people! Save... vomit! vomit -" However, his companion couldn't hold it back and vomited.
The companion did not let the man help him, but went to the side to rest.
"Sir, this..." asked a student who was wearing a bachelor's uniform like everyone around him.
"It's too late after all." Mr. Yin said.
"It's not too late." Mr. Ji shook his head, "If you keep vomiting like this, if you really want to go to the battlefield, I'm afraid it will only cause chaos!"
"Stop talking." Kuang Jijiu interrupted the argument between the two, "Let's send the students down for rescue first. I hope there are still people alive."
"There's someone! He's still alive!" The disciple who was resting under the tree pointed in one direction and said.
"Where is it? Don't get confused!" asked my companion.
"Really, you read that right! There is a child!" the vomiting student repeated.
"Go down first!" Kuang Jijiu said, "A small group of people are here to watch and be on guard. The rest will follow me down to look for the living people."
Kuangjiujiu casually divided the people into groups.
"Mr. Yin, I'll leave this place to you. Mr. Ji, would you like to follow me down?" Kuang Jijiu asked.
"I'm happy to accompany you." Mr. Ji replied.
Walking down from a high place to the border town, ruins and cliffs are already a common sight, but what shocked the students the most was not the ruins, but the visual stimulation of the corpses strewn in the fields, and the smell of blood in the air that filled the nostrils. Feel.
"Vomit-" I don't know if these things are common. One student couldn't bear it anymore and vomited, and the others followed suit one after another.
Some people had just gotten used to the smell of blood, but now it was mixed with the smell of vomit. They couldn't hold it back and all vomited.
"The dead bodies are all covered in frost." Mr. Ji's tone revealed a heavy weight that could not be concealed. "It's too tragic. This is just the alleyway, and that side of the city wall..."
Mr. Ji couldn't speak any more.
"It will probably take them a while to recover." Kuang Jijiu said, "I'll go take a look at the city wall."
After receiving Mr. Ji's response, Kuang Jijiu walked to the city wall alone.
Beside the city wall.
The city wall collapsed long ago, and after all, it could not withstand the torrent of southern conquests in the Northern Territory. At least as the first line of defense, it's honorable.
Kuang Jijiu looked at the mountain of meat in front of him, speechless.
Corpses in various costumes were piled up in a mess, and God showed his equal attitude at this moment - dyeing them all white.
Many corpses bled a lot before and after they died, and then they were frozen, and now there are several corpses frozen together.
Kuang Jijiu walked against the wind and snow, like a zombie walking towards the meat mountain.
"Clang!" Something seemed to be kicked on his feet.
The sound woke up Kuang Jijiu. He bent down and picked up the cold short stick.
I patted off the ice that had condensed on it, looked at the patterns on it, and felt the feel.
This short stick looks familiar...
Maybe it was because it was too cold, which froze Kuang Jijiu's thoughts. It took him a long time to realize that this was Mo Jijiu's Qianji Pillar, but the one in his hand was only half of it.
"Mo Qianji." Kuang Jijiu recalled the name of this colleague who had not been working together for a long time but had faced many things together.
"Mo Qianji?" He looked around, hoping to find the owner of the stick in this messy scene.
"Mo Qianji!" He began to panic, put a short stick on his waist and began to pull at the piles of corpses around him that had been frozen into one piece.
The bodies were frozen together, and he searched over and over again, fearing that he would find the familiar face.
After struggling for a while, he didn't have the idea anymore and found a relatively clean place to sit down.
Time slipped away quietly with the dancing of snowflakes.
"Kang Jijiu. Kuang Jijiu?" Kuang Jijiu saw something dangling in front of his eyes. He looked closely and saw that it was a hand.
Kuang Jijiu looked along his arm. Mr. Ji was looking at him with a worried expression. There were some students behind him who were also looking at him.
Kuang Jijiu showed a slight smile. "I'm fine!" Kuang Jijiu said. He did not tell them about the discovery of Qian Ji Zhu. Instead, he quietly pulled up his robe to cover the short stick.
"If you have nothing to do, let's go first. We have already searched this place. This city wall was the last one to arrive. Kuang Jijiu, you have stayed here for so long!" Mr. Ji led the team back, Said to Kuang Jijiu on the side.
"Really?" Kuang Jijiu looked at the sky. Taiyang almost wanted to go home and hug the kang. He actually sat there alone from noon to dusk?
"Don't think that I just drink it as a sacrificial wine." Kuang Jijiu didn't cover up, and simply made a fool of himself. "I'm just a scholar after all. I don't see many military strategists."
"It's all like this." Mr. Ji said, "I almost couldn't hold it back."
Kuang Jijiu saw that Mr. Ji's face was indeed not very good, so he stopped teasing him. He turned back to look at the students behind him and asked Mr. Ji, "Why are there so few people?"
Mr. Ji didn't know what Kuang Jijiu was talking about specifically. He followed Kuang Jijiu's eyes and looked at the student, understood what the other person was asking, and answered: "When I found a living person, I took him away. Yin went to the back The husband's side is short of people to build houses, so another group of people have returned."
Kuang Jijiu and the others returned to the camp, which was now quite large. In addition to felt tents and carriages, there are also old houses that have just been rebuilt. Many people sat in a circle around the fire to keep warm.
"You're back?" Mr. Yin, who was taking the lead in building the camp, saw a group of people coming back. He went up to greet them and said, "Are you curious about what happened here in the end?"
"What's wrong?" It's too cold.
"Hey!" Mr. Yin looked at the boss in front of him strangely, "Aren't you curious where those brats from the Northern Territory have gone? Did King Yan and the others win?"
"oh."
A strong wind blew by, and Kuang Jijiu couldn't help but shiver.
"Where are you going?"
"South!" Mr. Yin said.
"South?" Kuang Jijiu and Mr. Ji were stunned when they heard the answer. This is a border town in the north! Doesn’t the south go deep into the Yan Kingdom?
"Can this be true?" Mr. Yin pointed to several survivors. "I have asked them all. Although everyone said different things, the answer is the same."
"Aren't we just from the south?" Kuang Jijiu opened the map and pointed to a northwest-southeast avenue.
"Aren't there many masters?" Mr. Yin took the map and pointed to a trail. "If it's true that Mo Jijiu and the others arrived early and couldn't beat them, but they didn't lose, they must have taken advantage of the geographical advantage to fight with those brats from the Northern Territory."
When Kuang Jijiu heard this, he thought of the half stick at his waist, and secretly responded to Mr. Yin's words in his heart: There is another possibility, that Mo Jijiu is dead and the body cannot be found. .
"High priest, that's the high priest!" Mr. Ji questioned Mr. Yin's statement, "It is said that with the strength of the high priest, even a saint has to weigh it."
"A fight at the saint level would definitely cause the earth to shake." Mr. Yin explained, "But along the way, the movement we felt based on our strength has not reached that level."
"So you want to say that?"
"I want to say, even if that high priest is a saint, it doesn't matter if he is God. As long as people unite, they will definitely defeat God!"
"I hope it's as you said." Kuang Jijiu spoke.
"What do you mean, Kuang Jijiu doesn't believe it?" Mr. Yin expressed his dissatisfaction directly.
"No, of course I sincerely hope that what Mr. Yin said can be realized." Kuang Jijiu raised a finger, "But Mr. Yin has one more thing to remember - the disparity in strength cannot be made up by ordinary stacking. "
"In such a situation, if the wise saint does not take action, then the four words 'man can conquer heaven' can only be good wishes after all. They are just wishes after all."
After saying that, Kuang Jijiu rolled up the map, asked the student, confirmed his room, left the two of them, and walked in.
After entering the house, Kuang Jijiu locked the door behind his back. He sat on the edge of the couch, put the map aside, closed his eyes, and thought about what he had done today.
"The sage has a saying: Examine yourself three times a day. So I wonder how long the gentleman who has been in the corner for who knows how long plans to examine himself?"
In the corner, a dark figure stood up.
"I've seen Kuang Jijiu." The black shadow saluted Kuang Jijiu.
"You're welcome, please speak!" Kuang Jijiu stood up and returned the greeting to the black shadow.
"Let me introduce myself first." The shadow man lowered his voice deliberately, as if he was afraid that the walls had ears. After confirming that the surroundings were safe, he continued.
"Kang Jijiu, you can call me - Yin Wen."
