Old state

The place where the two armies fought was set in Changzhou Prefecture, one of the nine states. This was the result of discussions between the two parties. Although the Great Xia and Jin Dynasty could only stick to one Shengjing, after Shengjing, they were all fanatics of the Xuanyuan clan. In this area, the rebels dared not ask for it, but also could not afford it.That was Tiandao's last hole card. If one day the battle situation was so dangerous, perhaps Tiandao would be defeated.

But it's too early to say that.

Yang Zigui followed Zihui to Changzhou.There is a wartime tense atmosphere here, the two armies are facing each other, and the common people spontaneously do what they can for the rebel army - the Great Xia and Jin Dynasty are not popular at all, and the reason why they can survive until now is the blessing of their ancestors.

Unlike when several states were at war, the current commander's tent is set up in the center of the city, or it can be said that it is the messenger of God, surrounded by everyone in the middle of the city.

Yang Zigui followed Zihui all the way to the City Lord's Mansion, feeling worried and nervous.

He wasn't afraid that he would be cheated, he was just afraid that something bad happened to the patriarch.

He didn't even care about raising his fan normally, he held the fan handle tightly and walked silently through the streets and alleys full of common people's quilts.

Zihui suddenly talked to him: "Will you change your mind to help the rebels when you see the miserable lives of the people?"

It is indeed miserable.

They have no food to eat and no clothes to cover their bodies, but they all have hopeful smiles on their faces. Even if their limbs are broken and their wounds are not treated in time and the wounds get worse and pus, they still stand up tremblingly and do what they can for the rebel army .

Seeing this, Yang Zigui felt something in his heart.The era in which he lived was an era of peace.Although there were disputes, the disputes in the martial arts world involved no more than a few people, and the most tragic battle was no more than a hundred people.But now, after a battle, more than ten thousand brothers died.The two sides have reached the point where they will never stop, no strategy or tactics can play a decisive role now.The soldiers of both sides wished they could phlegm their flesh, and it was as if they were desperate to fight, and the casualties were extremely heavy.

However, Yang Zigui pulled the corners of his mouth and didn't smile, he could only say as relaxed as possible: "For me, nothing in this world is as important as him."

But his life and death are uncertain.Yang Zigui was really not in the mood to chat with Zihui tentatively.

The closer he got, the more disturbed he became, as if something very bad had happened.

Of course Zihui knew who this "he" was referring to, and he also fell silent, or it could be said that he fell silent with confidence.

As long as Guixu is still in their hands, neither Yang Zigui nor Ping Yi behind him can escape.

The City Lord's Mansion is in sight.

The weather was very bad that day, the sky was gloomy, it seemed to bear a heavy weight, and it was pressed down heavily. The big clouds were stained with a sad gray, floating in the sky that seemed to be close at hand.

The wind blew fiercely, like small knives one by one, it hurt people, not only the body, but also the heart.

That kind of helpless heart is the most painful.

Guixu was lying quietly on the bed, his beautiful face was pale, and he looked like he was dying.

Yang Zigui watched him at the door, unable to take a step.

That child who was originally arrogant and fierce, now lay pale and pale on the bed, he didn't even dare to try to see if he was still breathing.

Zihui next to him disappeared at some point. He stood alone at the door for half an hour before waking up as if from a dream. He squeezed the fan in his hand and walked in slowly, wanting to see the child he owed , is still alive.

However, when he was five steps away from the bed, he stopped.

For some reason, he felt something was wrong.

Maybe it's because he trusts his own child too much. He always feels that the person on the bed has a too delicate face and no imposing manner. He looks like a delicate and lovely boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, who needs the careful care of others.

And the little bastard raised by him should be ruthless at all times, with overly sharp eyes, people dare not take a closer look at his original flawless facial features, even if he closes his eyes, his whole face is always full of affection The feeling of love, only in those few times, when he looked at himself, his face was soft.

The person on the bed is definitely not his patriarch.

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