Saint Ancestor of All Demons

"Xi Niang, I'm sorry, I didn't protect Qingyun well either. I made him the deputy commander of the Zhanlong Tianqi Corps -" Xiang Chen knelt in front of Xiyue and clenched his fists.

"If it wasn't my decision, maybe Qingyun wouldn't-"

Xiang Xiaoyu also knelt in front of Xiyue, with red eyes and said, "Aunt Xiyue, I'm sorry, Qingyun did not avoid the enemy's attack to protect me——"

Xiyue took a deep breath, reached out and hugged Xiang Chen and Xiang Xiaoyu's heads, and rubbed their hair, "Generals will inevitably die in battle. Qingyun has always longed to fight side by side with you. It's no wonder you, I I think even if he knew he would die in this battle, he would go out without hesitation."

"They all fought and died for the people of Honghuangtian and Honghuang Alliance, and for the future of Honghuangtian. Other people's children can die fighting for Honghuangtian. There is no reason why my son, Xiyue, cannot die on the battlefield for Honghuangtian. .”

"Jun Yi, Xiaoyu, don't have any psychological burden. Qingyun loves you, and I know that you also love Qingyun. Jun Yi has suffered nine reincarnations for Qingyun, and now he should be treated as if he has paid and endured it for his third brother. Bar--"

Speaking of this, Xiyue and everyone couldn't help but shed tears. Mu Qinghe even choked up and cried loudly, and came over to hug Xiyue.

Mu Feng looked at his son's tombstone alone and lonely.

"Brother Feng——" Bai Zi jumped over and patted Mu Feng on the shoulder distressedly, not knowing what to say. .??.

Yun Qingwan came over and hugged Mu Feng. Mu Feng did not speak or shed tears. He gently hugged his wife. He held an Eternal Dao Seal of Heaven and Earth in his hand. He held it tightly and stabbed it into the palm of his hand. Blood flowed out of it.

There is no eternal winner in war!

Seven days later, everyone else left, and only Mu Feng, Xiyue, and Xiang Chen were left in front of Mu Qingyun's grave.

"You can scold me."

Mu Feng looked at his son's tombstone and said to Xiyue next to him.

"Why am I scolding you? He is not your son. Doesn't your heart hurt? You are more miserable than me. Why am I scolding you?" Xiyue's eyes were also focused on her son's tombstone.

Xiang Chen took out three bottles of wine and opened them. One was placed in front of Mu Qingyun's grave, and the other was handed to Mu Feng.

Mu Feng said, "Sometimes I feel that I am really unqualified to be a father. Of my three sons, one died, one rebelled, and one is often walking on the edge of the enemy's rear. Our empire is getting bigger and bigger, but I am losing more and more." More and more are coming.”

"In just a few hundred thousand, Fatty, Xiao Kuang, and now even Qingyun -" Mu Feng stopped talking, sniffed, raised his head and took a sip of wine.

Xiang Chen also took a sip of wine and said nothing.

Xiyue snatched Mu Feng's wine, took a big sip, and then smashed the bottle: "Mu Feng, now is not the time for you to feel sad about the spring and autumn. Don't be so sad when you are older. What were you like back then?" Don’t look like an old lion now.”

"You will always be the hero in Qingyun's heart who can swallow up thousands of miles like a tiger!"

"The men, women, women and children of my Mu family can die, their souls can be extinguished, but they cannot lose their temper!"

Mu Feng smiled bitterly and hugged Xiyue. Xiyue's strength suddenly disappeared, and she could no longer hold back and sobbed silently.

Xiang Chen realized what was going on and left, leaving the old couple to digest their grief.

He came to another newly added tomb, with a line of characters engraved on the tombstone, Tomb of Yaoyuanshan.

In front of the tomb, there was a young and beautiful woman with a three-year-old child paying homage.

There were many people paying homage in front of the tomb before, but now only the mother and son are left.

Xiang Chen came over, squatted down, took out the Ming coins and burned them. The young woman glanced at Xiang Chen and didn't recognize him, but she bowed slightly to show her gratitude.

"Uncle, do you have any relatives sleeping here?" The boy asked Xiang Chen curiously.

Xiang Chen forced a smile and nodded, "Yes, uncle's brother sleeps here."

"Oh, my dad also sleeps here, so my dad can keep company with his uncle's brother." The child said immaturely. In his cognition, he still didn't know what death was and thought it was just his father's brief departure. a period of time.

Xiang Chen ruffled his hair, looked at the tombstone, and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Yao Siyuan, you can call me Yuan Yuan."

"It's so far away. It's so cute. Uncle, there is candy here, do you want to eat it?" Xiang Chen took out the candy. The child did not pick it up immediately, but looked at his mother with questioning eyes.

The young woman nodded and said, "Quickly say thank you, uncle."

"Thank you, uncle." Xiao took the candy from a distance, opened it and started eating. His eyes suddenly lit up and he said in surprise, "It's delicious——"

Xiang Chen looked at the young woman and asked, "Madam, I see your husband's family name is Yao, and his ancestor is -"

The young woman said humanely, "The ancestor is the ancestor of Yaochuan, the founder of Medicine City."

Xiang Chen felt sad because he turned out to be the descendant of his master.

"It turns out he is a descendant of Huitian Medicine Saint. I'm sorry. How did Xiaoyuan's father die?"

The young woman's eyes were a little darker and she said, "His father was a military doctor and died in the battle."

Hearing this, Xiang Chen looked at the tombstone and said sadly, "Well done. Without these people who went out to fight in the ancient world, the war would have been burning inside. My brother, too, they are all good, heroes!"

The young woman laughed at herself, "Yes, he is a hero in the eyes of others, but how long can people remember him? This child will never have a father."

Xiang Chen was silent when he heard this and said nothing.

"No, I will always remember that dad is a hero!!" Yao Siyuan said crisply.

Xiang Chen's eyes couldn't help but turn red, and he stretched out his hand to rub his head, "I will always remember that your father is a hero!"

The young woman wiped her tears and said, "I understand them very well. Without them, countless people would lose their parents and their children. I just cannot accept such a result——"

Xiang Chen looked at her and said, "I promise you, one day there will be no more wars in the wilderness!"

After speaking, Xiang Chen saluted her, then kissed Xiao Yuan's face, turned and left.

Yao Siyuan tilted his head and looked at Xiang Chen's back, "Mom, this uncle looks so familiar. I seem to have seen it in the books of our small class -"

The young woman also felt that this man was familiar. After thinking about it carefully, her eyes showed disbelief, "It's the Emperor of Heaven!"

After walking out of Nanling Cemetery, Xiang Chen walked with his hands in his trousers pockets in the small world where his father was born, thinking about his next plan.

Those who sacrificed their lives for the great wilderness have left, but the living will continue to move forward, but their footsteps will be a little heavier, because there is a little more responsibility on the shoulders, not only the responsibility of the living, but also the responsibility of the dead. person’s share of responsibility.