Although Wang Suosheng did not kneel down, he clasped his hands and looked respectful.
Lu Xiu Ming will always be his most respected general.
"Wang Suosheng, the Qinggu Kingdom's military is becoming more and more disappointing... This is not a good sign."
Lu Xiu Ming paused, then shook his head.
"By the way... Mr. General Zuo, although you are so superior that you may not remember these poor and insignificant people, I still have a merciless request... Three months later, when I prove that I am Zhao Chu, I hope that it will be done by you personally.
Give me the death-free medal!"
Zhao Chu looked at Wang Suosheng coldly, feeling disappointed and a little angry, but more determined.
"Also, I once made a wrong decision... I found that I was wrong after all, and being soft-hearted is a disease..."
Zhao Chu laughed at himself, turned and left.
…
Looking at that thin back, Wang Suosheng felt inexplicably sad.
Even if he had to chop off his head, it would not be as uncomfortable as today... He had seen that disappointed look so many times in the past few years, and it became more and more frightening every time.
"Give me the order and drive... back to the imperial capital!"
Wang Suosheng made a decision in his mind.
This time when I return to the military aircraft office, I must meet with you and have a good discussion about the placement of disabled veterans.
"Got the order!"
The imperial guard of honor shouted and solemnly raised the chariot of glory.
According to the practices and laws of the Qinggu Kingdom, the three death-free gold medals can only be temporarily placed in the Xiangfeng Martial Academy.
Feng Zhanchen and others knelt down to see them off... As for the seriously injured Feng Haoyan and those geniuses, they were sent to the hospital early for emergency treatment.
The whole city cheered, and the unprecedented grand commendation of heroes ended in a farcical situation.
The people all over the city felt unhappy.
They believed that the young man with scars on his face was the hero of Xiangfeng City... the Forty Thousand Demon Zhao Chu.
But there is nothing we can do!
…
"A bad decision?"
Wang Suosheng chewed Zhao Chu's last words and stared blankly at the backs of the three people leaving, his mind in confusion.
The thin back!
Jet black robe!
In his pupils, there was a calm silence like spring water from ten thousand years ago.
Mask!
right!
It’s a mask!
If another mask is added, it is obviously the king of Wuhui City who used his mighty cannon to turn into the thunder of heaven's punishment and blasted through Juxian Villa...the King of Society.
"That's right... I always feel like I've seen you somewhere, you are the king of society... That's right!"
At this moment, Wang Suosheng's heart was beating wildly.
But he was confused again.
Why did the King of Society only display his terrifying talisman talent in Xiangfeng City this time, but did not let the mighty cannon be born?
Could it be that the giant cannon... really has nothing to do with him?
…
Boom!
Just when Wang Suosheng was thinking rapidly, there was a loud noise, deafening.
Behind him, the glorious chariot surrounded by a guard of honor... the flames were blazing into the sky.
Click!
At this moment, there was a muffled thunder in the sky, followed by a drizzle of rain... Within a few seconds, the rain was pouring down, and wherever the eyes looked, Xiangfeng City fell into the gray rainstorm.
The chariot that represented the imperial court and was awarded no less than 100,000 honorary badges... slowly disintegrated in the blazing flames.
In the middle of the heavy rain all over the world, a cluster of flames burned miserably.
No matter how hard the rain pours, you can't extinguish this flame... In the flames, there seems to be the blood of hundreds of thousands of soldiers roaring, the humiliation of hundreds of thousands of veterans who died in vain, and the high-ranking officials who care about human lives are laughing evilly.
silence!
The whole world was silent except for the alarming sound of the rainstorm.
The Chariot of Glory... was destroyed.
Among the crowd, some former veterans couldn't help but kneel in the mud and howl.
Who failed whom?
What are we...?
…
After the loud noise, Lu Xiuming trembled all over and stopped.
Liu Lao's old palm directly crushed the crutch in half.
Turning around... there was a blazing flame.
In the flames, the chariot that they had been so proud of... lay down with a crash and finally... died.
In the midst of water and fire, there is no possibility of repairing it.
…
"Senior Brother Lu, I sacrificed myself back then to save sixteen cities in the Niaohua Sect's realm...I wasted my youth and let myself down...what did I gain?"
Looking at the collapsed faith, Liu Lao remembered that after decades of obscurity, only one person remembered her... her junior sister in the Niao Hua Sect.
But it's not condolences, it's humiliation.
"I have no idea."
Lu Xiu, a powerful Jindan expert, seemed to have aged ten years at this moment.
Back then, he slaughtered four demonic cities and gained the title of God of Killing in all directions. His appearance was completely destroyed and he narrowly escaped death. The moment he returned to the imperial court, he received an unprecedented honor, but he was also forced to take off the military uniform of the love of his life.
His cultivation was greatly damaged and he was no longer qualified to take command again.
The moment the Overlord removed his armor, Lu Xiu Ming got the badge of glory... At that time, he felt as if he had been pierced by thousands of arrows and almost suffocated.
This is also the fundamental reason why he was unwilling to take command again after breaking through the Golden Core.
…
"Protect our homeland and defend our country, even to the death. This is the bounden duty of a soldier and is understandable!"
"But the ending of a hero should be a respectable old age, rather than holding a shiny golden badge and kneeling down because of half a steamed bun!"
"To die for one's beliefs is worthy of respect... but to be fooled by one's beliefs is not worthy."
Zhao Chu didn't even look back.
The seeds for the destruction of the Chariot of Glory had already been planted. He didn't do anything deliberately... He just redeemed the mistake he had made.
This chariot should not exist, at least...in this era of turmoil, it should not continue to exist.
…
The next day!
Lingluo Villa.
Zhao Chu had a deep sleep... In his dream, he and Ze Yan were incomparable, with eighteen kinds of martial arts, taking turns in battle, the sky was dark and the earth was dark, the sun and the moon were dim... Hey, why did Huang Lingling appear, those breasts...
Junior sister, respect yourself.
Don't!
No...NO...Don't...
No, stop...
Don't stop...
This is too messy...
One person is digging the tunnel, and the other is pushing the train... This... don't stop yet...
Zhao Chu drooled from the corner of his mouth and rolled back and forth on the big bed.
Sudden!
He sat up like a spring.
After pondering for three seconds...a gust of wind flashed by, and he rushed to the back room like a mad dog to take a shower...wash his pants...
First time since time travel!
I, the dignified person who has awakened the ten meridians, actually... race a horse.
It's simply inexcusable and absolutely embarrassing.
I can only blame the dream for being too real.
"Mr. Zhao, have you gotten up? Mr. Liu and Mr. Lu are waiting for you in the hall!"
After taking a bath for a while, someone knocked on the door. Zhao Chu blushed, quickly dressed and walked towards the front hall.
Just now, I was still thinking about it.
That taste is bone-crushing and soul-crushing.
…
"What are your next plans? Do you really want to reject the nine major sects?"
When they came to the hall, the three of them were drinking tea, and Lu Xiuming asked.
“Once a word is spoken, it’s hard to chase it back!”
Zhao Chu put down the teacup and smiled.
The faces of the envoys from the nine major sects are vivid in my mind... Moreover, after Wuhui came out of the battlefield and found out that he was worthless, each of them ran faster than a rabbit, as if they were afraid that he would fall on him, which was disgusting.
"Zhao Chu, actually you were impulsive. I can ask the elders of the Niaohua Sect to apologize in person. You can't delay your future because of your anger."
Liu Lao sighed and quickly advised.
"Theoretically speaking, in the entire Qinggu Kingdom, except for the Imperial Court, the disciples of the nine major sects have the highest chance of breaking through the golden elixir... The other second-rate sects have not had a golden elixir for a hundred years, and their techniques are flawed."
"Huang Gongyi's granddaughter is also in the blood refining camp. In fact, you can enter the sect first, even for the purpose of cultivating the classics... Unfortunately, Junior Sister Liu and I both swore an oath with the Taoist heart back then, and the core skills of the two sects cannot be used.
Side story!"
Lu Xiuming nodded, with a solemn look on his face.
"There has been no golden elixir in a hundred years... So what about a hundred years ago? Which second-rate sect had a golden elixir appear?"
Zhao Chu's pupils moved.
As long as he has the skills and the demon mirror in his hand, and the mirror reflects Sumeru's soul, all kinds of great gods and supreme beings are emerging one after another, and it is only a matter of time before he becomes a golden elixir.
"Well, strictly speaking, it should be two hundred years ago."
"It's not a second-rate sect... This golden elixir was actually an accident... In fact, that person had a similar experience to yours. He was originally a Nine Meridian Awakener, but he was seriously injured and abandoned by the nine major sects!"
"After he returned home, he was extremely depressed. In the end, he could only join a small sect with more than a dozen people. It was not even a third-rate sect... To be honest, this kind of sect could only serve as escorts and run errands for the rich.
To eke out a living."
"But this man was so lucky that he accidentally got the secret treasure of the old monster who built the foundation... He was also really cold-hearted. He stayed silent for thirty years without losing his edge. The day he was born, he directly set foot on the nine major sects, and continuously
Kill nine envoys who failed him back then... Even the heads of the nine major sects couldn't stop him, and even the imperial court didn't come forward."
Lu Xiu Ming always smiled bitterly when he mentioned this person.
When Jin Dan is angry, the color of heaven and earth changes... This is no joke.
"He is the head of the Tianci Sect. May Shen be promoted!"
"I have also heard about this strange man... It is said that he spent a whole year playing in the gymnasium to challenge, and even asked the imperial court for a spot in the tenth largest sect... but nine was the ultimate number, and the imperial court would not allow it... He actually planned to assassinate the Wulong Sect.
The leader tried to replace him."
"Of course, this was a disastrous defeat. The nine major sects and the Tianci Sect were bleeding like rivers... In the end, the imperial court came forward to stop this catastrophe... Shen Fusheng was seriously injured and went into seclusion. Although the Tianci Sect was known as a second-rate sect, it was
Total collapse.”
"Now that 200 years have passed, it is unknown whether Shen Fusheng is alive or dead. The Tianci Sect has long since disappeared."
Liu Lao responded.
"The Tianci Sect has not disappeared. The two direct disciples of Shen Fusheng still have great prestige."
"By the way, speaking of Tianci Sect, the secret master that Shen Fusheng obtained back then was an old Yuanying monster who entered the Tao through elixirs... So the Tianci Sect is also the Holy Land of Alchemy... My scars are also
I broke into the space passage and was disfigured... I was more serious than you back then, but under the treatment of Duan Xuehan, the imperial alchemist, the scars have been reduced a lot now. I want to prove that my appearance is enough."
Lu Xiu Ming touched his face and gave Zhao Chu a reassuring smile.
"It turns out that Alchemist Duan Xuehan is from the Tianci Sect? No wonder he is so hostile to the nine major sects!"
Liu Lao's eyes moved.
"That's of course. When the Tianci Sect suffered a catastrophe, the nine major sects were severely injured. At the same time, they also plundered many of the Tianci Sect's alchemy secrets... Compared to Duan Xuehan, his junior brother Duan Xuelin has a gentler personality.
"
"It's a pity that one of the two brothers is sitting in the imperial court and the other is in the army. They are Qinggu Shield... Duan Xuelin and Hu Nanyang embezzled the spoils together, and were whipped by Qing Xuanle together, and finally resigned with Hu Nanyang
Position, what a pity.”
Thinking of Hu Nanyang, Lu Xiu Ming felt a little sad.
Among the group of partial generals back then, he admired this person the most, and Duan Xuelin felt even more regretful... Generals are easy to come by, but alchemists are hard to find.
"If you have time, I will write a letter. You can go to the imperial court and ask Master Duan Xuehan to give you a pill. You should be able to restore about 60% of your appearance... A teacher can still have such a thin face."
Lu Xiuming patted Zhao Chu on the shoulder.
"I can also ask Master Duan Xuehan to take action in the name of the hero of the imperial court. This way, I will be more confident!"
Liu Lao also smiled.
"Why not 100 percent?"
Zhao Chu frowned and asked suddenly.
"Haha, you are still too young... The more precious the elixir, the more affinity it needs... No matter how powerful the alchemy master is, he is still someone else, and it is impossible to refine it specifically according to your situation... If you want to recover 100%,
I can only make the elixir myself, haha!"
Lu Xiu Ming smiled.
"No wonder Duan Wuya didn't let me take the elixir to restore my appearance... The elixirs in this world really have a certain affinity... A elixir that can absorb 50% of the efficacy is already of the highest quality."
Zhao Chu frowned and pondered for a while.
"Master...where is the Tianci Sect?"
Suddenly, Zhao Chu put down the water glass and asked solemnly.
"No...it's impossible...the two masters of the Tianci Sect have already been born, regardless of the sect's affairs...the life and death of the headmaster Shen Fusheng is unknown. The current Tianci Sect should only be maintained by a few people, so it might as well be
Third-rate sect...you will gain nothing if you go there."
Lu Xiu Ming frowned and objected without thinking.