Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

When Zhao Zhenwu was awake again, his wife had already left, and the hut was cleaned up, leaving no trace of her and her son.

Zhao Zhenwu sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, somehow, touched the gun with his waist.

The medals and the swords were all taken away. This general is not required to be equipped with a gun. About this gun is as much as the general of the imperial capital. It is worth nothing.

Zhao Zhenwu pulled out the miniature squirt gun and put it on the roots of the thighs. The muzzle burst into a crystal clear brilliance. Somehow, full of strange appeal, he couldn’t help but open his mouth. muzzle……

"Hey!"

Someone has a trick.

Zhao Zhenwu was a spur of the spirit, and he lost the gun with a far-reaching electric shock. He fixed his mind and said: "Who?"

"Old Zhao, it is me."

The familiar voice is dull outside.

Opening the door, he is a classmate in the school class, He Peng.

When the spring blessings are proud of the horseshoe disease, they have absolute confidence in their own strengths. Naturally, they are intriguing, and they are intriguing and indiscriminate.

However, on the battlefield, in a planet or even a trench, you will occasionally make a living relationship.

In particular, everyone has been blasted to the realm and fell into the fire pit of the school class. Nothing can be counted and used. Under the same illness, friendship is quite pure!

The immortal is also a human being. At some point, he will also talk about loyalty. The "He Peng Lieutenant" encounter is almost the same as Zhao Zhenwu. The two have a good temper, and they have a good relationship on the battlefield. Now they are the same people. It is even more important.

Seeing that He Peng came to the door, Zhao Zhenwu still had some uneasiness in his heart. He thought that he knew the contradiction between himself and his wife and only came to comfort.

However, optimistic about the look of the brothers, but not very similar, the current frowning: "What is going on?"

He Peng sighed heavily and shook his head: "Zhou Lifu is dead, he died so badly, hehe!"

"what!"

Zhao Zhenwu was shocked.

They said that Zhou Lifu was also a classmate of the school class. The head of the Lieutenant General of the Imperial Army was a fierce monk in the outer world of the first quadrant decades ago.

This monarch is a gladiator, and his heart is hot and sturdy. He is said to have a triumphant record of thirty-fifth games. He was trained in the peak period of the Yuan Ying period and is known as the "Ghost Butcher"!

In the school class, Zhou Lifu is also a very famous student. This public character is bold and has a wide range of contacts. The faintness is also the core figure among many students.

Unexpectedly, I died silently.

"Old Zhou is different from you and me. I am not worried about a person. You are a wife and a son. The burden is not too heavy. Lao Zhou has a full five sons, and each has a cultivation talent. Take a lot of resources to support."

He Peng walked into the house, sat down and patted the thigh. "Half-sized, eating poor Laozi, five strong young people waiting to be fed at home, waiting for the subsidies and subsidies of the old week?"

"The future of the child is tight. There is no way. I have to re-do the old business. I don't know how to contact a dark arena in the underground world of the Imperial Capital, and go to play.

"Hey, he thought that he was still a 'ghost butcher' decades ago. On the battlefield, he has been beaten up for so many years. The eggs have been destroyed by the sacred people. What are the ghosts, what are the slaughters? Stimulating, barely won two games, met a tricky character last night, and eager to make a lot of bonuses, it seems to say that more than one round, even if you lose, you can get more money, the result is on the stage to give people... live to play died!

"His mother, when he led the Eighth Gladiator's 'blood slaughter group', he was overbearing, multi-powerful, and more tyrannical. In the frontline, the bullets and the swordsmanship, so many years, did not call the sacred people to kill, but back to the emperor is It’s so dead!”

Zhao Zhenwu’s heart is full of mischief, and there is quite a feeling of sadness in the rabbit’s death. He can’t help but move his true feelings, and he laments.

"This is not counting"

He Peng wiped his eyes and said, "The corpse was transported home. The old Zhou family’s mouth was wrong on the spot, and it didn’t cry or make trouble. He also said thank you to the staff of the arena. When everyone left, When it’s dawn, I’m going to take my five sons and go with Lao Zhou!”

"what?"

Zhao Zhenwu was shocked and forgot that he had just put a gun in his mouth. "How do you do such a stupid thing, don't you save it?"

"Fortunately, there is a family who wants to pay for it. When it is not bright, he goes to his house and finds it in time. It is all right."

He Pengdao, "How can I just save it? The old pillar of this week is gone. This home is also awkward. How should the five little guys go in the future? There are not enough resources to spend a lifetime. Land as 'original person'?

"Now the students in the school class have gone to the old Zhou family. It’s not bad to be with everyone before the old Zhou. Everyone is negotiating. I have to work together to help, and to deal with the situation behind him. We can’t live without it. It’s so awkward, right?”

"Correct!"

Zhao Zhenwu smashed the railway. "Go, go, go, go, I don't believe it. So how many will, the lieutenant will get together, can't bury a comrade-in-arms!"

The two Imperial Army lieutenants wrapped their arms around the waist, sticking to the root of the wall, and a shallow foot, walking toward the shack of Zhou Lifu in the depths of the 36th district.

He Peng naturally also noticed Zhao Zhenwu's strangeness and asked him what he thought.

Zhao Zhenwu was embarrassed to say that his wife ran with people. When he thought about it, he said that the family knife was smashed.

After that, he sighed and hated: "After ten years ago, the defensive guards, I hit them eight in one hand!"

"Unfortunately, you and I were seriously injured on the front line. Now it is the turn of the people to hit us eight."

He Peng smiled bitterly. "The tiger fell to Pingyang and was bullied by the dog. The world is so cold that it is so cold that his mother's God doesn't open her eyes!"

The two men sighed and sighed, and said some familiar classmates and friends, but they said that they are all sad and miserable, and they are all inspiring.

He also said that "God of War" Lei Chenghu, Zhao Zhenwu reluctantly cheered up, saying that he heard a message that Liao Hai Hou Leicheng Tiger could not see the horrors of the generals and the light pole commander, and it is very likely to appeal to the Senate to improve their situation. If it is really good, He Peng smiled and shook his head. The news of your brother is out of date. The latest news is that General Lei’s mud bodhisattva is difficult to protect himself. Even the military power must be cut off. How can you manage them?

Zhao Zhenwu "Oh", shook his head and stopped talking. The two men walked muffled all the way. After a while, they came to the lane of Zhou Lifu's house.

At this moment, this street, which is less than three meters wide, has been crowded with the generals and the light pole commanders.

A piece of black, gray and tan, the school uniform, covered a ghost of no one, no ghosts, and the atmosphere was solemn and solemn, and suppressed to the extreme.

In the depths of the alley, there seems to be a woman crying like a ghost singing, crying Zhao Zhenwu upset, I do not know how to think of my wife.

Shaking his head hard, looking up, are familiar or unfamiliar classmates who are sympathetic to each other, most people are like him, squatting under the word "distress", some people sigh, some people gnash their teeth, some people The eyebrows were glaring, some people were whispering with their mouths, and some people nodded to Zhao Zhenwu and He Peng, as if they had secretly concluded a secret covenant with each other.

Zhao Zhenwu and He Peng squeezed into the crowd. Suddenly, in addition to crying, there were people screaming and screaming, calling a poem and not knowing anything like a suicide note. The shadows heard such a few words:

"The athletes who died in the battlefield, the souls of the wandering in the stars, look at your eyes and see the **** giants piled up with your tired bones!"

"You are dying in the front line, and the family is hungry in the rear. Those corrupt officials and powerful gatekeepers use your flesh and blood, in exchange for sings and dances, feasting, extravagant and extravagant!"

"Who can pity you, who will remember you, who can protect your innocent family? Let this hurricane come a little harder, cover up your screams!"

Zhao Zhenwu clenched his fist and whispered, "What kind of poem or song is this, who wrote it?"

"do not know."

He Peng shook his head. "Which is the most boring student. I have been editing these two days. I am singing, how can I?"

The two of them finally squeezed into the hall, and they saw that Zhou Lifu’s widow was plain and white, and he was lying on the ground, and there were five little guys who were overwhelmed by the big guys. These "generals" who should be pretentious.

A female officer is whispering to Zhou Lifu’s widow. I don’t know what touched the sad place. Zhou Lifu’s widow suddenly cried and “wowed”: “I don’t want to die, I want to live, I want to live well. Go on! But big sister, how to live, how can we live?"

After some words, poked everyone's pain, the female officer stunned for a long time, and even cried with the will.

Cries are transmitted like viruses. The strange things that may have never happened in the history of the human empire have been staged. In the streets of the poor streets, hundreds of thousands of immortals have touched the scenes and wept one after another.

The atmosphere was rendered in place, and even Zhao Zhenwu and He Peng had lost a few real tears.

Everyone was crying to the sad place. In the depths of the crowd, there were suddenly officers screaming: "Everyone is an imperially imperial soldier. The empire has fallen to such an extent. Can we just sneak and cry here twice?"

The head is swaying, the lights are swaying, and it is impossible to see who is talking.

Some people retorted: "Now we have no soldiers and no guns. Most of them are wounded and wounded. The realm has plummeted. Even if we have the heart to report to the country, but what about the secret tears?"

The first official officer of the opening said: "Even if you can only cry and scream, you shouldn’t sneak a cry here. No one knows when you cry to death. If you want to cry, you will go to the door of the Senate, and you will cry loudly and shocked. Let all the people in the empire know about our experiences!"

The second officer continued to refute: "Who doesn't know that the emperor is now in martial law, and the elites of the four electorate families will be surrounded by the Senate, even if they are not close to the Senate, they will be discovered, one by one. After arresting, where can I be 'shocking'?"

"Everyone"

The first officer finally came forward and stood up high. The indignation filled the road. "Dear friends, classmates, brothers who were born and died together, the highest authorities unloading and killing, crossing the river to the bridge, we can't bear it!" General Zhou’s experience today is that all of us will end tomorrow, and everyone really wants to accept it, sit still and wait for it to die.

"Yes, we are unarmed, and we don't have to make a mess. But everyone has no livelihood, nowhere to go, get together and cry, show to the highest authorities, and swear to the hundreds of millions of people. Isn't there any guts?" ?

"The Senate is heavily guarded, naturally it is impossible to go, then... Yes, the Imperial Tomb, we went to the Imperial Tomb, facing the real human empire for thousands of years, facing the "Ancestral Immortal's Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi The mausoleum, crying and crying, telling us about our sensation, please ask the Black Star Emperor in the Spirit of Heaven, to be the master of these grievous future generations!"