Chapter 82

Ming Huai city is in chaos.

The friars were flustered and flew to their homes.

At the same time, some mortals have packed up their baggage. They want to leave the carrier array and go far away.

"When the war starts, the land where the two great divine dynasties are handed over will fall into war." the warrior sighs.

The baby cried and the woman hurried to comfort.

His family has packed up their bags and is ready to leave minghuai city overnight.

The silence of the night broke and the city became chaotic.

"I won't go."

A child is noisy. He doesn't understand why he suddenly wants to move.

The child was persuaded by his father.

It's just that the child is still young. How can he understand the meaning of all this.

Parents sigh, they do not want to leave their homes, but they have to. No one knows how long the war will last.

The three of Fang Xuan walked outside the city.

They didn't mean to sit in the transmission array again. When the war broke out, all inbound transmissions would be closed. If they wanted to go to the Qin emperor, they could only go to the border.

Without leaving, Fang Xuan walked in the street.

It was late at night, but the streets were noisy. Countless people woke up from their sleep and walked out of the door in jackets.

All the way.

Every face is full of panic, fear and surprise.

They are all walking outside the city, or towards the transmission array.

Passers by were in a hurry and walked past Fang Xuan. Without the look of the past, the order was broken. Someone began to take the opportunity to make a mess.

"Let's go."

There was an old man choking and trembling on the road. He looked at home and around.

He is not willing to give up his home.

"Let's go," he said again, but he didn't take a step every time. He felt a little nervous.

Finally, the old man cried bitterly.

"I'll never come back after I leave."

He knew that the two great shenchao wars would last a long time. He might not wait for the war to stop.

Even if he can, will he still be home when he comes back?

This land will turn into a battlefield.

Wolf smoke billows, bones pile up, blood flow into a river

Yan Wu sees it in his eyes.

"I don't hate the idea of Daqin," he said suddenly.

"Some people think so like you, but some people don't. two different ideas are doomed to be incompatible." Fang Xuan's voice sounded.

His voice was calm and out of tune with the chaotic city.

Yan Wu only sighed when he heard what he said.

Suddenly.

He asked Fang Xuan a question.

"Will the people in Xiaohuai city be ok?"

Fang Xuan pondered.

Immediately, he shook his head slightly.

"Xiaohuai city will be fine, for a period of time."

The cry of the little snake spirit was heard by many people.

The two divine Dynasties will not provoke strong enemies indiscriminately.

However, the people in Xiaohuai city will also move, which is doomed and can not be avoided.

Without any more words, Fang Xuan left the city.

On the way to the border pass, we can see some practitioners flying into the air, mastering magic weapons and taking care of their families.

Only half a day's walk.

Fang Xuan and they came to another pass.

This Xiongguan is not a place of war, but another border city.

After confirming Fang Xuan's identity, the three men set foot on the transmission array to the imperial capital of the Qin Dynasty.

Different from the border land, the imperial city is as peaceful and prosperous as before.

"Deceive people too much!"

At the moment of entering the hospitable Inn, there was a roar.

It was a warrior. He patted the table and glared.

"Nandou and Feixian are not things. What do they think of us as Daqin, soft persimmons?"

"One night has changed a lot of things."

"Before tiantianqiao pass, the invincible people of the Qin Dynasty killed ten invincible people in white. They dared to send troops. Why?"

"Isn't it just finished?"

"Hey..."

There were voices, and each table talked about similar topics.

Everyone's topic was the border war last night.

Nandou and Feixian sent troops at the same time, with a total of 3 million troops, launching raids on three border passes.

Xia Chunqiu strategized.

He seems to be a master of heaven's secrets and has the ability to predict.

Tianxian pass, tianmeng pass and Tianying pass had already been waiting for a long time. The enemy's idea of being caught off guard failed, and the startling war broke out.

"Young master, are you back?"

The fat waiter, still smiling, came over and said.

Fang Xuan said with a smile, "I'm back, but I'm leaving soon. Please tell steward Zhang and shopkeeper Liu for me and settle the room fee."

"Huh?"

Fat little two blinks small eyes.

"Young master, are you leaving?"

There was an undisguised surprise color on his face, as if he wanted Fang Xuan to go.

Fang Xuan chuckled, "you don't look like a waiter."

"Cough."

Fat little two coughed a few times. When he was going to pretend, Fang Xuan had gone to the hospital.

Close the gate.

Fang Xuan took out a stone with a dark red surface, as if soaked in blood for a long time.

"Resent the dark stone." Yan Wu recognized it.

It's the ghost stone of resentment. After Fang Xuan got it, Fang Xuan kept throwing it in the ring.

Yan Wu's face was full of curiosity.

Xia you was just as surprised.

"The complaining dark stone has many functions." Fang Xuan said aloud. He was telling Yan Wu and Xia you about the complaining dark stone.

"It can be used to resist the enemy, kill the enemy, cultivate and sense danger..."

In words.

Fang Xuan's aura radiated and half propped the complaining dark stone in the air.

He has a pen in his hand.

Wutong is not a regular brush. The hair is a kind of plant made by God. It is made of pens by itself. The pens are made of the God tung tree. The God is a transformation of Chinese parasol tree. Legend is that phoenix tree will fall on the Wutong tree.

As for the origin of this pen, it is simply a "relic" of Su Qingmu.

"The Tao always does nothing without doing nothing." Fang xuannian said, "complaining about the essence of the Ming is evil, and there is no need to suppress it."

The pen in his hand turns symbols and traces textures on the stone of resentment.

Every stroke and stroke has the charm of Avenue.

"Again!"

Xia you feels familiar. These Fangxuan have shown similar.

Yan wusheng untied Xia you's doubt, "whose is the destiny pattern..."

His eyes widened and he didn't want to miss a stroke.

It's a pity that this thing can't be seen if you want to.

The pattern of destiny belongs to the emperor alone.

It belongs to each emperor and emperor, and each emperor and emperor also has its own destiny pattern.

While Fang Xuan was complaining about the Ming stone depicting the pattern of destiny.

The fat waiter in the hospitable Inn looked surprised.

"Did that guy take the wrong medicine?" he wondered why Fang Xuan suddenly checked out.

Ordinary roll your eyes.

"Why, he's leaving. You're not satisfied and can't let go?"

Fat waiter doesn't bother to pay attention to him.

He looked at the keeper who kept the account.

Steward Zhang looked up. "When he left the inn, he should go to the border."

Listen to this sentence, fat waiter and ordinary nod.

They also thought of this point.

"Good thing!" ordinary voice, "I don't believe he can hide his identity if he participates in this great war."

"Oh? Ordinary, you haven't found out his identity?" Hua Zhengqing's voice sounded.

"How can it be so easy to disappear in the holy land of big families in the years? Do you know how many? But I have some ideas."

"What is it?"

This sentence is the common words of many people in the Inn and spoke at the same time.

"The descendants of pessimism and the Styx people in ancient times are very consistent."

Ordinary words spread

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