From the city gate to the Ten Miles Pavilion, more than a hundred thousand people had gathered along the short distance of ten miles. There were all kinds of races. They wanted to see how mighty the iron-blooded army that had been piled up among the corpses and bones for several years was. They wanted to see how famous the Hell Angel that was admired by countless men and worshipped by countless women looked like.
Longyi sat upright on the horse and stared at the black line that appeared in the distance. He felt the earth start to tremble rhythmically, and his heart involuntarily became excited.
Among so many women, the one that made Longyi feel the most grateful was none other than Beitang Yu. For several years, she had fought in the north and south for him as a woman. In her world, there seemed to be no other entertainment other than arranging troops and setting up battle formations. Longyi saw all of this and remembered it in his heart. At this moment, in his mind, the little girl that clenched her silver teeth, raised her head, and a stubborn expression flashed in her beautiful eyes.
In the distance, the black line continued to advance, gradually forming an unstoppable black wave. From afar, they could already see the flag of the vanguard troops waving high in the air. It was a black flag with gold edges, with the words' Peerless' written in flamboyant calligraphy. It was actually the famous Peerless Battalion, the Peerless Battalion that struck fear into the hearts of all enemies.
"Father, Wu Shuang Battalion, it's Wu Shuang Battalion." Among the crowd, a fourteen or fifteen year old boy excitedly pulled his father's sleeve. His eyes revealed a fanatical expression. As the saying goes, if a soldier doesn't enter the Wu Shuang Battalion, becoming a general is also in vain. Everyone was clear that the best soldiers came from the Wu Shuang Battalion, and the best generals also came from the Wu Shuang Battalion. In the allied forces of the two countries, most of the generals who became famous because of this expedition had climbed step by step from the bottom of the Wu Shuang Battalion. Among them, the most famous one was Nangong Nu, except for Beitang Yu and Tyrant Bear. He was already the third soul figure of the allied forces of the two countries.
"Child. You can go to the recruitment in two days. " That father used his big hand which only had three fingers to rub the head of his son. He was a veteran soldier who had retired from the battlefield of Proud Moon Empire due to injuries. He had personally witnessed the iron-blooded strength of Wu Shuang Battalion. In this life, his greatest wish was that one day his son could become one of them.
The army came closer and closer, Wu Shuang's camp of over ten thousand people were dressed in black light armour, riding on black unicorns, every horse's pace was uniform. Before he even arrived, that bloody and heavy aura rushed over, causing one's heart to tremble with emotion.
Wu Shuang's battalion was not divided into cavalry and infantry. They were an all-rounded unit trained by Longyi. The cavalry could charge like a whirlwind, and the infantry could form an iron bucket defensive formation. Of course. Their main role was to ambush and assassinate, and it was not difficult for them to carry out small scale attacks.
One of them was dressed in general armor with a blood-red cloak draped around his neck. He was actually Longyi's brother-in-law, Nangong Nu. The current Nangong Nu was no longer the same as before. The wimpy kid who was only as tall as Longyi's chest was now tall and strong. He had the waist of a bear and the back of a tiger, and his black eyes flickered with an unstoppable sharpness.
The other one was a frightening Tyrant Bear with black fur all over his body. The one in the middle was dressed in a purple commander's robe. She was ice-cold and indifferent, Beitang Yu.
Long Yi's heart trembled as he stared at that beautiful face. When their eyes met, they felt as if a lifetime had passed. Both of them had missed each other for far too long.
Beitang Yu followed the gaze of Longyi, and slowly, her ice-cold and indifferent expression began to melt, and a trace of a breathtaking smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
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The room was filled with a faint fragrance. Beitang Yu had already changed into a set of plain clothes. The former all-powerful Hell Angel was like a woman happily and peacefully curled up in the bosom of her sweetheart. The sunlight through the window sprinkled on both of them, giving them a layer of brilliant golden splendor.
"If this is a dream, I hope that I will never wake up." Beitang Yu sighed and muttered. Her long eyelashes lightly trembled. She was very lovable. At this moment, Beitang Yu was no longer a general. Now, she was just a woman, a pure woman.
"This is a real dream. We are living in it, but we won't wake up from this dream. It will only disappear, and then welcome the next reincarnation." Longyi lightly patted Beitang Yu's back and softly said. He seemed to be summing up his two lives.
"In the next reincarnation, I hope to also dream of you." The corner of Beitang Yu's mouth curled up as she softly said.
"You will, you definitely will." The deep black eyes of Longyi flashed, and he suddenly thought of the previous incarnation's Xiao Qi. That blurred image, only that pair of gentle spring like eyes was still clear. If this life was a reincarnation, then which world did Xiao Qi reincarnate to?
"Peng peng peng." The sound of knocking on the door resounded. It was unknown who was being tactless and came to disturb them at this time.
"My husband, patriarch wants you to go over now.
Xiangyun's voice resounded from outside.
Longyi got up and opened the door, and he saw Nangong Xiangyun sticking out her tongue towards him. She seemed to be quite embarrassed.
"Xiangyun, bring Beitang Yu and the sisters to familiarize themselves with each other. When my husband returns, I will reward you." Long Yi said while pinching Nangong Xiangyun's little face. Thinking of those orioles and swallows, he kept thinking in his heart when he would sleep together with them and fight for three days and three nights. That would be called true happiness ah.
Longyi walked to the study room of Ximen Nu, then pushed open the door and entered. He saw his father and mother were present, and his little sister Simon Wuhen was chatting intimately with Sword God Aunt Ou.
"Father, has grandpa woken up?" Longyi asked. Before this, Aunt Ou had always been in seclusion in the secret room to wake up his grandpa. Now that she came out of seclusion, he asked.
"Soon, your Aunt Ou said your grandpa will wake up soon." Ximen Nu nodded his head and said. He was in high spirits, making him look a lot younger.
Aunt Ou? Longyi looked at Aunt Ou with a strange expression. He really wasn't used to this form of address. Even his little sister called her Aunt Ou.
"It's almost time, let's go in." Aunt Ou held Simon Wuhen's hand and opened the secret room with ease.
A group of people stood in front of the stone bed, and only Aunt Ou was sitting on the edge of the bed. She warmly looked at Ximen Kuang who was quietly lying on the bed, and she sighed with emotion in her heart. In the blink of an eye, more than twenty years had passed, and they were all old.
At that time, the eyelids of Ximen Kuang who was lying on the stone bed slightly trembled, and he struggled to open his eyelids. Everyone's heart involuntarily tightened.
Ximen Kuang's eyes were half-squinted as he blinked. His slack pupils gradually focused, and the figure in his eyes became clear.
"Yan 'er?" Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for a long time, Ximen Kuang's voice was extremely hoarse. He turned a blind eye to everyone else, and he excitedly looked at Aunt Ou in front of him.
Aunt Ou's body trembled. Yan 'er was her nickname, and other than her master, only this white-bearded old man in front of her was qualified to call her that. For a moment, hundreds and thousands of thoughts ran through her mind, and she actually shed tears.
"Father." Ximen Nu and Dongfang Wan took two steps forward and excitedly called out.
Ximen Kuang's eyes turned, and he looked at the excited Ximen Nu. His gaze slightly flickered, and he unexpectedly had a somewhat complicated expression. Was this his son? That arrogant and sharp-witted boy had white hair on his temples at this moment, and he looked like a wise man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life.
"Grandson Ximen Yu greets grandfather. Let grandson help grandfather massage your meridians and circulate your blood." Longyi stepped forward and greeted. Without waiting for Ximen Kuang to react, he grabbed his hand and slowly poured his true qi into Ximen Kuang's body. At this moment, Longyi's AoTianJue had already reached the seventh layer, and the purity of his true qi had reached a new height.
Not long after, Longyi withdrew his hand, and Ximen Kuang's shoulders moved, and he actually jumped off the bed. He didn't care about his bare feet, and he began to stretch his waist and legs in the stone room.
"Hahaha, so you are my grandson. Good, good, look at your strength. Even your ancestor Ximen JingLei can't compare to you." Ximen Kuang became lively and his hoarse voice also became full of energy after being moved by Longyi.
Longyi mischievously laughed, and it was well deserved. With his current strength, he could already wear the lightning god armor for a while. Although he hadn't tested the might of the lightning god hammer, it was a weapon of a Master God. As for how powerful it was, he didn't know. He still wanted to find a time to test it.
"Eh, is this my granddaughter?" Ximen Kuang looked at Simon Wuhen who was indifferently standing at the side. That cold and otherworldly temperament made him quite surprised.
"Granddaughter Simon Wuhen greets grandfather." Simon Wuhen took a step forward and bowed.
"Simon Wuhen!" Ximen Kuang's white beard trembled, and he glanced at Ximen Nu before turning his head to look at Aunt Ou who was somewhat unnatural.
Simon Wuhen was somewhat stunned. He didn't understand why his grandfather had such a big reaction after hearing her name.
Aunt Ou walked to the side of Ximen Kuang and softly sighed, "It has been more than 20 years, there are some things that should be made clear."
At this moment, Dongfang Wan recalled that her son had told her before that Simon Wuhen wasn't the bloodline of Ximen Clan, and she couldn't help but feel nervous. If this matter was known by her husband, what would he think? This was related to the dignity of a man.
Dongfang Wan uneasily pulled the sleeve of Ximen Nu. Ximen Nu stretched out his big hand and held his wife's little hand tightly to comfort her. Looking at his expression, he seemed to know something.
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