Yuan Shen: After the emperor abdicates, I will be in charge of Liyue

The protagonist couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Fuck you, I have to shuttle back and forth in various war zones, is it the most dangerous thing? What do you know, a striker who only knows how to charge?"

"Hey, what's wrong with the striker? I really have to talk to you today..."

The sound gradually moved away, and the picture gradually became blurred. First it was a mixed color, then suddenly it was bloody, and finally it turned into white.

No one would have thought that the joke-like words would come true.

The herald refocused his sight and found that it was a strange ceiling.

"Where is this?"

"You are awake, this is the rear medical center."

"..."

After a while, the herald continued: "Didn't I die on the battlefield?"

"To be precise, you almost died. When the reinforcements found you, you had already been cut into two halves. It was Lord Xianjun who saved you." The doctor said and paused, "Master Xianjun has come, you go by yourself Just ask."

A handsome young man in a black robe appeared in front of him. Without greeting, he opened his mouth and asked:

"How many big demon gods are there? What do they look like?"

The herald replied, "There are three of them, two golden birds and one giant with four legs and eight arms."

"I see, you have a good rest."

After the man in black robe finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait, Lord Xianjun."

The man in black stopped in his tracks: "You don't need to ask, the Taishan Army has 6000 troops, and you are the only one left."

The words of the man in black made the herald almost stop breathing, and he lay powerlessly on the spot. After a long while, he choked up and spoke again: "Then...we...have won?"

"We won. Except for the Taishan Army, only three civilians were killed."

The picture was blurred for a while, as if there were water droplets on the screen.

After a while, the back of a hand wiped the screen.

"Master Xianjun, I want to go back to the Taishan resident."

The herald's voice was a little hoarse, but it was no longer choking.

Tears are a natural reaction of the human body, not Qianyanjun's.

The way the Qianyan Army expresses its grief is to let the enemy bleed.

"why?"

"The brothers' letters are still there."

"Wait until the war is over, there is now a battlefield."

As he said that, the man in black threw a broken token: "Or if you can't wait, reorganize the Taishan Army."

Everyone is familiar with that token, it is the voice transmission order.

The herald picked up the token, got up silently and left.

The doctor couldn't help but said: "Your injury is not completely healed yet, you need to rest for a while."

The herald said without turning his head, "It's okay, just kill a monster and drink his blood."

At the end of the picture, the herald stands on a hilltop, looking at Tianheng Mountain from a distance.

The straight mountain has tilted, and a huge red horn dripping with blood is supporting the mountain so that it cannot fall down, spreading to the village at the foot of the mountain.

The picture in memory reappeared, Yixiao guide Tianzhenjun asked his companion to cut off his horn, and supported Tianheng Mountain that was pushed down by the demon god.

The blood of the immortals poured down like a rainstorm, Yixiao Daotian Zhenjun used his life to explain to future generations why immortals are loved.

Chapter 138 Candid

The context of the story is finally clear at this moment. A herald officer of the Qianyan Army belonging to the Taishan Army survived on the battlefield by luck.

But he failed in the end, because the garrison had been swept away by the flames of war. When the war was over, the box storing the letters had been buried in the ground [-] meters below the building together with the building.

Paimon raised a question: "So that's the case, but why didn't the immortals help them find it then?"

Mandrill replied with a complex expression: "Because Liyue was not as clean as it is now, it was because of the war, a large number of demon gods and monsters were killed by the Qianyan Army, and their blood polluted the land. The Lord Xianjun spent several A hundred years will completely restore the environment."

"So when the immortal came to investigate, there was a high probability that nothing would be found, and when the investigation was possible...the herald should have passed away, and no one remembered that the Taishan Army soldiers had family letters left here."

There was another dim light around him, which was a sign that another memory was about to be played.

The following plot is much simpler. The Taishan Army was placed under Ai Yi's command and fought from the south of the sky to the north of the earth.

The demon god who once caused the death of Yixiao Dao Tianzhenjun was also caught by Ai Yi, literally.

The eight-armed giant was beaten violently in the sky. The gentle-spoken Lord Xianjun in front of the Liyue people transformed into sixteen arms behind him at this moment. Twelve arms grabbed the eight-armed giant's eight-handed four Feet, two arms grabbed the giant's neck, and placed it in the air in a big font.

One of the remaining two hands exuded a black light, and each punch could break the giant's defense, bringing a piece of flesh down fiercely.

The other radiated green light, and each punch could heal the giant's wounds before being smashed by the black hand.

This Lingchi-like fighting method went on for three hours, until the demon god's physical recovery power was completely exhausted, and Ai Yicai tore him into pieces all over the place with all his strength.

After the war, the heralds repeatedly searched for the former Taishan army station, but to no avail.

It's just that the war changed the terrain, making it difficult for the herald to find familiar scenery.

But he didn't give up until he died, and he couldn't let go of this obsession. He turned into a rootless wandering soul and wandered on the earth. From birth to death, he has been searching for thousands of years.

During this process, the surrounding images gradually blurred.

The first thing to blur is the surrounding environment, then the appearance of the immediate descendants, then the memory of the past, and finally himself.

This is the wear and tear of the soul, not the punishment of heaven, it's just simple, it's been too long, he forgot.

Thousands of years have passed, and he has forgotten what his name is and what he looks like, but he still remembers one thing.

Find the letter.

The herald held the wooden box and muttered to himself, speaking an ancient tone that the people of Liyue could no longer understand, his face gradually calmed down.

The sound transmission order lighted up slightly again, but this time no new memory phantom emerged.

It was a continuation of the first scene.

The forward general holding a wine gourd, the clerk who is receiving letters, the strong man with a giant sword, and the alchemist girl smiling sweetly next to the strong man.

There is also the young general who pushed the door and entered to discuss with the immortals on behalf of the Taishan Army.

"The immortal agrees, the target is Tianheng Mountain, ready to march!"

Everyone stood up to answer, but the striker was still chattering, arguing over who would survive.

The herald finally conceded defeat: "Okay, if I am alive, I will help you bring the letter back home."

The striker general laughed with satisfaction: "Then it's settled, fast man!"

……

"I did it……"

The herald hugged the wooden box, slowly closed his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

The aura on his body slowly faded, turning into a harmless aura for humans and animals.

Since then, Liyue has no more Taishan Army.

After a period of silence, everyone.

"That's it... it's over?"

Paimon spoke in disbelief.

Hu Tao cast a curious look: "What? Can't it end?"

"Uh... But according to our previous adventure experience, some extra monsters and villains should appear at this time as the final trial for a long time, and then he suddenly woke up and told us his story."

Hu Tao shook his head: "I don't understand your adventure experience, but this story does end like this."

"As for telling you stories... In fact, with the degree of solidification of his soul and body just now, he can do it, but he certainly wouldn't do it, and I wouldn't do it in my place."

"Because his era has long passed, and what he can pass on to future generations has long been passed on. If he continues, it will only add to the hearts of future generations and increase troubles."

Hu Tao's eyes showed nostalgia: "When you are born, you die when you die. Follow your own heart and do what others do."

"If you have to say it, this frank way of life is the last thing they pass down."

"As long as their lives are upright and there are no regrets behind them, why should they regard their departure as a regret?"

"Okay, this matter is over, let's go back to the village to deal with business."

"Oh, by the way, there is one more thing. Although he walked in an open and honest way, as a descendant, he still has to do the ceremonies that should be done. When his brothers died in battle, the Future Church had not yet been born, but today the Future Church knows You can’t leave it alone.”

"I will organize the ceremony later, if you are free, please come and help~"

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The film came to an end with Walnut's lovely smile, and the fairy screen turned dark again.

After watching the short half-hour video, everyone was silent for a long time.

First, they were shocked by this novel performance method, and second, the content of the story made them feel uncomfortable.

"I didn't expect that little girl in Xiangsheng Hall to live such a transparent life. Compared with her, we... oh..."

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"I didn't expect that legendary story to be true. Yixiao Dao Tianzhenjun really..."

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"This Immortal Screen is quite interesting, much better than storytelling..."

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"I remember that the theme of this year's Mingxiao Lantern is Yixiao Daotianzhenjun. Alas, I hope he can receive our incense..."

Chapter 139