Starting from the Dragon Tribe

Under the dark night, the torch illuminated the post road in the wilderness, and also illuminated the faces of the secret blood warriors.

The commander inserted the knife into the scabbard, raised his hand and said, "I just said it was an order from a superior, but that's not what I meant."

The commander had a stern look on his face and ordered: "Get out of the way and send off Commander Xue and Instructor Lu respectfully!"

It can be seen that he is very prestigious in this army, and no secret blood warrior disobeys his orders, even if they may be subject to military law later.

In the silent night, a secret blood warrior controlled the horse on his crotch and retreated to both sides of the post road. The torch in his hand was like a spark, lighting up the way forward.

One by one, they got off their horses and stood on both sides of the road, inserting the swords and scabbards at their waists into the muddy ground.

Lu Qiu was shocked when he saw this scene, "Xiao Lin, you are crazy. When you go back, you will..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Lin interrupted and emphasized what he just said again, "Congratulations to Commander Xue and Instructor Lu!"

At this time, taking advantage of the light of the torch, Lu Qiu could clearly see the resolute faces in the night. More than one-third of them he knew, and they were children he had taken care of in the Secret Blood Warriors' military camp.

This is a newly formed legion from Beidaying. Most of them are young people, no more than fourteen years old. The young faces of the secret blood warriors look solemn like statues against the firelight.

You can see the admiration and respect in these people's eyes. These are people he has trained.

Xue Zhiyu also saw many familiar faces who had fought with her on the battlefield. This was a legion composed almost entirely of their acquaintances!

Lu Qiu understood immediately. It wasn't that the military was ruthless. The people above had already released them. Otherwise, Xiao Lin wouldn't have led the team to round them up.

After he came to his senses, he grinned and pulled his wife down, "Let's go."

When passing by the commander, Lu Qiu and the commander looked at each other, paused for half a second, and then passed by.

The couple quickly crossed the road and made a grand escape, while the troops who rounded them up stood on both sides and paid attention.

They were going faster and faster, kicking up strong winds on the road and picking up the fallen winter leaves.

Fallen leaves were ignited on the torch and flew high into the sky, like sparks rising.

The secret blood warriors on both sides of the road performed standard military salutes one after another and said in unison: "Farewell to Commander Xue and Instructor Lu!"

The corners of Lu Qiu's eyes illuminated by the firelight in the night were sparkling, but he did not look back. He pulled his wife forward, crossing the broad road watched by his comrades, and submerged into the night.

It wasn't until Lu Qiu and Xue Zhiyu's figures disappeared that the commander slowly turned around, his broken hair dancing in the air, and the redness and torch in his deep eyes complemented each other, "Be happy..."

Lu Chen looked at this scene in a dream-like scene and was filled with emotion. He was not unfamiliar with this commander, but he was not familiar with it either.

Because he had only seen the other person in portraits. He was Instructor Lin Jiang’s brother.

"They are indeed the two strongest secret blood warriors, let's chase them!"

Commander Lin picked up his sword and mounted his horse, and ordered.

He rode his horse and rushed straight towards the place where Lu Qiu and Xue Zhiyu were completely opposite. The team behind him followed up without saying a word, and flowed away in the dark night.

You don't need to think about it to know that although this is a tacit agreement among the superiors, Commander Lin, who is responsible for this round-up mission, will definitely be severely punished.

Lu Chen remembered that Lin Jiang once said that his brother was placed in a death squad and fought on the most dangerous battlefields all year round. He was killed in a mission when he was seventeen years old.

He never thought that there was such a causal relationship with his family. If Commander Lin had not let his parents go today, would the outcome have been different?

Instructor Lin Jiang obviously knew the reason why his brother was demoted to wear small shoes and eventually died on the battlefield, but he never mentioned it to himself and was always very kind to him.

Perhaps Lu Chen was thinking too much, but Qianxue pulled him out of the Samsara Lake again. When he came to his senses, he was already outside.

He adjusted his physical condition and stabilized his injuries with Zhizi secrets. Regardless of Qianxue's dissuasion, he continued to the Samsara Lake to see what happened next.

But when he looked at the center of the lake again this time, there was no continuous scene. When the dream faded away, what he saw was another scene.

It was a place he had little impression of in his memory. It was in the mountains and forests, next to a small stream.

It was summer, and the man was wearing light clothes and was standing in the stream catching fish. With his quick hands and quick eyes, he didn't need any tools at all, and the fat girl's big fish were thrown into the fish basket on the shore.

At this time, there was a two-year-old boy by the river, lying on a pebble, counting several small crabs in the sand with his young hands.

"Wow--"

The little boy suddenly shouted. It turned out that his hand was pinched while playing with crabs, but he did not cry, he just waved his hands and shouted to his father.

Lu Qiu came to Lu Chen's side and reached out to break off the crab.

He pinched his son's cheek and said, "Do you want dad to teach you how to teach him a lesson?"

"Want... to eat——"

The little boy pointed at the crabs with a sweet voice, which immediately amused Lu Qiu, "Okay, okay, go back tonight and ask your mother to make them for you."

Unexpectedly, the little boy shook his head repeatedly, "I don't want my mother to do it, I want my father to do it."

Lu Qiu picked up his son and asked with a smile, "Why?"

The little man wrinkled his nose and said, "Mom's cooking tastes terrible..."

"You brat, don't eat it if you like."

At this time, another voice came. It was Xue Zhiyu who came with some fruits in the basket behind her. She walked up and picked up little Lu Chen by the back collar and said, "Why, you are still picky about food at such a young age?"

"What Chenchen said is true..."

Lu Qiu was suppressing a laugh at the side. Before he finished speaking, his wife glared back and said, "No, no, no, your cooking is quite delicious."

Lu Chen looked at this scene in a paradise with mixed emotions. He had forgotten that his family had ever had such a happy time.

He has very vague memories about his father. He only remembers that one day his father was gone and his mother said to herself that his father had gone to a far away place.

Not long after, her mother took her to that small town.

When he was four years old, his mother fell asleep on the bed and never woke up.

The picture flies around like a dream, no longer complete, only scattered fragments.

Lu Chen saw his father coughing up blood at the dinner table one night, and his mother asked little Lu Chen to go back to his room and go to bed early.

"It seems that my time has come. I thought I could live to be twenty years old."

Lu Qiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled. Invisible wrinkles had begun to appear in the corners of his eyes.

Once this happens to a mystical blood warrior, he usually doesn't survive for five days.

"Didn't you always brag about the longevity of your old Lu family? Why are you like this?"

Although Xue Zhiyu mocked, the sadness in her eyes could not be concealed.

Lu Qiu waved his hand, "I've thought about it and am ready to go out."

Xue Zhiyu frowned, "No."

She knew what her husband wanted to do. He had mentioned it when they first settled down, and she also maintained secret contact with old people in the military.

Lu Qiu sat on the chair and looked at the flickering candlelight. He usually obeyed his wife, but he was surprisingly firm on this matter, "Zhiyu... I don't want to die in bed."

"What about Chenchen? He can't even pay homage to his father's grave?"

Lu Qiu stared into her husband's eyes.

"Chenchen..."

Lu Qiu looked into the room. His excellent hearing allowed him to hear the steady breathing of the child who had fallen asleep. He smiled and said, "My son, why do you have to be so pretentious? It's fate. If he can grow up healthily, I will be very happy." ."

"Growing up healthy..."

Xue Zhiyu said quietly that the couple had always thought this way. When they left the army, they were full of beautiful fantasies about the future.

But fantasies are always fantasies, and now they realize the most fundamental problem, that is, no one can take care of this child after they pass away.

Lu Chen's consciousness traveled through this scene, and fragments of information continued to pour into his consciousness. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but he couldn't even form it.

In the end, the man left and returned to the battlefield. He was born on the battlefield and died on the battlefield, but with no name.

Because he was not included in the weave at all, even the list of the dead did not have his name.

Xue Zhiyu held her young son in her arms, left her home by the stream, and took her son to a small town.

She wants to help her son find a reliable, ordinary family before her death comes.

In Lu Chen's memory, his mother was a gentle and strong person, and he had never seen his mother cry.

But when he left the hut by the stream, he was still crying when he saw little Lu Chen lying on his mother's back, and he couldn't see his mother's expression at all.

The scene turned again, and Lu Chen looked at the familiar house with a feeling of sadness.

The candlelight beside the bed illuminated the woman's pale face. The young Lu Chen sat in front of the stool at the head of the bed, holding his mother's hand and listening to what he didn't know were his last instructions.

"Chenchen, if mom falls asleep and doesn't wake up, go to the town to find Aunt Wang, the one you met a few days ago. She will take care of you."

Xue Zhiyu took her son's hand and told him. She had said this sentence four or five times.

Yes, of course her mother did not suddenly become unconscious, but Xue Zhiyu's Five Decays of Heaven and Humanity were more special than all the secret blood warriors Lu Chen had ever seen. There were no signs of aging, but her soul was drying up.

Before Xue Zhiyu fell asleep, she had made arrangements for her son, but Xue Zhiyu and Lu Chen didn't know yet.

Aunt Wang's family in the town encountered robbers on the way back from the market on the day Xue Zhiyu fell asleep completely. All four members of the family died violently.

Perhaps this incident was related to Lu Chen. He also saw the scene on the road in the wilderness.

The robbers killed the kind family and took away a bracelet, which was the most valuable thing on Xue Zhiyu's body. They gave it to Aunt Wang's family as Lu Chen's support.

When Lu Chen saw this scene, he didn't know whether to be angry or sad. As fate dictated, if Aunt Wang hadn't taken a high-value bracelet and wandered around in the market, she might not have been killed.

He would also be thinking, could he be the legendary evil star?

Lu Chen's emotions were ups and downs, and he was pulled out of the Samsara Lake by Qianxue. This time, he did not rush to the lakeside, but sat cross-legged there to heal and meditate.

Is this Samsara Lake's prediction of the afterlife too accurate?

Even the details are presented so clearly?

He felt something was wrong, and essentially, what was shown in the picture was not his afterlife, but only some scenes in the future, or what he had experienced in the past.

Is this Samsara Lake really predicting? Manifesting people’s afterlife?

"Something's wrong."

Lu Chen said to himself.

"What's wrong Captain?"

Qianxue thought Lu Chen's injury had worsened and expressed concern.

Lu Chen shook his head, "My body is fine and I won't die for the time being. I just think this Samsara Lake is a bit demonic."

At this time, the Kunpeng Divine Medicine next to him interjected: "That's right, Immortal, the Samsara Lake cannot be seen, let alone whether the afterlife really exists. Even if you can see it, what can you do? Whether it is good or bad, it is bad for humanity. Heart."

Lu Chen frowned and thought deeply. He originally believed in the power of Samsara Lake because he saw the "ancient version" of Lu Chen.

But if you think about it carefully, this is all about one person and his own life. What is the principle of the Reincarnation Lake?

Is it tracing history or predicting the future?

In other words, the Reincarnation Lake is about a person's aura and bloodline, which can connect the world and trace certain traces in time?

"Brother Chu, I'm in a bit of trouble here, please come and help me."

Lu Chen said in the team channel that when he had a question he couldn't figure out, he would ask Chu Zihang. This was a habit he had developed over the years.

After Chu Zihang heard Lu Chen explain the general situation, he stopped what he was doing and said, "Brother Lu, there are two possibilities at the moment. I think the first one is the most likely."

"Brother Chu, please speak and listen attentively."

Lu Chen relaxed and played with the little golden dragon by throwing inheritance crystals. He couldn't be too emotionally affected by the scene in Samsara Lake, as it would be detrimental to the stability of Daoji.

"The first situation is that the effect of Samsara Lake that Brother Lu saw is not what the rumors say. It is just an illusion gathering place that can read people's memories and present scenes related to you. Samsara Lake is based on the experience of those who watch the lake. The situation presents different scenes and makes people get lost in them.”

Chu Zihang analyzed.

"But I also saw things that happened before I could remember, and some things that I wasn't present for. What's going on?"

Lu Chen was puzzled. Even if he was a child prodigy, he had no memory before he was two years old.

"Brother Lu, the human brain is very magical. Things you think you don't remember may not really be remembered. They are all hidden deep in the subconscious mind. Even if we are now supermen, the deepest memory of our souls is still there. I dare not say that it is completely under control. As for Samsara Lake, as long as you have a vague memory, it can completely restore it, or perform reasonable processing and reproduce some scenes to make you feel like what really happened."

Chu Zihang said, "Whether it's your afterlife or not, Brother Lu will always be moved when he sees those things, because the people in the picture look exactly like you."