"When I was drunk, I read the sword with the light on, and I dreamed about the trumpet blowing company camp.

Eight hundred miles away, the soldiers under the command are burning, the sound of fifty-stringed strings is heard outside the Great Wall, and the troops are ordered in autumn on the battlefield.

The horse moves so fast, the bow is like a thunderbolt.

To end the affairs of the king and the world, to gain fame both in life and in death, all misfortunes happen in vain."

This poem "Broken Array" by Xin Qiji, a bold poet of the Southern Song Dynasty, comes to life in cursive script on the page.

Calligraphy pays attention to form, but also to meaning.

Calligraphy can only express the magnanimity of one's mind in a single stroke, and the inner state of the mind is called calligraphy.

Wu Tingbai stood in this quaint study room with his hands clasped behind his hands. What he was looking at were the poems on the wall, but what he was thinking about was what happened in recent years.

After a while, a person came walking outside the door.

Wu Tingbai turned around and saw that it was the elegant man who played chess with him that day.

Wu Tingbai immediately bowed respectfully and said: "Student has met Mr."

The elegant man smiled and raised his hand and asked, "Have you read the writing on the wall?"

"The students watched it."

"how?"

Wu Tingbai originally planned to praise a few words, but when the words came to his lips, he said seriously: "It's very messy."

The man who was called sir by Wu Tingbai smiled slightly: "The review is good."

Wu Tingbai smiled bitterly. He had no way of guessing what the person in front of him was thinking.

Just like today.

Originally, according to their previous plan, they would make a surprise attack on the Mars base camp of the Asia-Star Republic after the second fleet of the Asia-Star Republic returned to port. If there were no accidents, the second fleet could basically lose more than half of the first fleet.

But his husband called him back to earth and asked him to stand for a whole morning in the room where he listened and wrote when he was a child.

The soreness and numbness in my legs and feet is secondary, but the unwillingness and annoyance in my heart are what kill me.

Wu Tingbai took a deep breath and asked: "Sir, why do you want to terminate the action?"

The elegant man walked into the room, sat down at the desk and said, "Help me grind the ink."

Wu Tingbai had no choice but to obediently enter the room and start helping his husband to study ink. In the process, the elegant man said softly: "Rereading the ancient poems, I sighed in my heart, but the ancients will always be the ancients, but we can no longer be us. This

What does it mean? Am I clear about what I said?"

Wu Tingbai was puzzled when he heard it at first and only nodded slightly.

It seems that he saw the forbearance in Wu Tingbai's silence.

The elegant man took down a pen and said: "It's been two weeks since Girl Han woke up, and I still don't see you bringing her to see me."

Wu Tingbai said: "Su Su... feels guilty and is now undergoing a comprehensive transformation."

The elegant man was startled when he heard this, then he looked up with a smile and asked, "Reform for what?"

Wu Tingbo did not say anything.

The elegant man understood. He put down his pen and was not in the mood to write any poems anymore, so he stood up and said, "Come, sit down, I will grind the ink for you, and you will write."

Wu Tingbo was a little surprised. You must know that this table is only available to people in this courtyard who can be called sir.

How could a student like him dare to sit down in front of his teacher? And ask him to grind ink for him?

But seeing the elegant man's resolute attitude, Wu Tingbai had no choice but to sit down and lean forward.

The ink was polished, but Wu Tingbo, holding the pen, didn't know what to write.

The elegant man did not give any prompting. He walked back to the main hall, looked at the song "Broken Array" on the wall, which Wu Tingbai criticized as "chaos", and said: "How can winning or losing be achieved in one battle? If this is true, what will happen in this literary garden?"

What is the need for it to exist? So just write and write out all the words in your heart."

Wu Tingbo suddenly woke up when he heard this. For a moment, his hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and his face turned pale with fear, and he was sweating coldly.

After a while, Wu Tingbo finally put pen to paper.

He has been studying and practicing calligraphy in this academy since he was a child, and he can write in one go naturally.

Wait until he stops writing.

There was a lot written on the rice paper.

When I look closely, I don't understand it.

The elegant man saw Wu Tingbai writing and getting up before walking back to the desk.

He raised his hand to pick up the piece of paper and looked at it, only to see a bit of timidity and confusion scrawled in the mess. Therefore, rather than saying that it was Wu Tingbo's handwriting, it was the graffiti of a naughty boy.

But instead of blaming Wu Tingbai, the elegant man put the rice paper flatly back on the table and said, "You don't have to go to Mars. We can rest and recuperate for many years to come."

Wu Tingbo didn't fully understand what his husband meant, but he was ready to do it one by one.

It is indeed discouraging for a plan that has been planned for decades to come to an end without any news. However, after expressing his feelings like "graffiti" just now, Wu Tingbo suddenly realized that he was still a mortal sinking in a confused and troubled world.

.

If you can't transcend the constraints of your own realm, what if you can recapture Mars in one fell swoop and turn the tide of the war?

"Yes, sir."

The elegant man took a deep breath, turned around and said, "I'm tired. If there is no news about New Year greetings in the future, you don't have to come over. I want to have a good rest."

Wu Tingbai was shocked when he heard this, and felt very reluctant to give up. However, he could only lower his head and said with red eyes, "Yes, students must keep it in mind."

Hearing this, the elegant man suddenly turned around and glanced at Wu Tingbai with some surprise, but in the end he remained silent.

…

On the way back from Earth to Mercury.

Han Linsu accompanied Wu Tingbai. This personal guard seemed to have changed since he was sneak-attacked by Jiu'er on Mars last time and followed the girl who was nailed to death in the ruins by Su Yao and rescued a life from the gate of hell.

Before meeting Su Yao, she always felt that even if she was not the top of the third generation super warriors, she would never lose to the vast majority of her kind.

But that day, Su Yao, who had just killed two guards, completely crushed her confidence.

So after the girl woke up, she tried every means to make herself stronger, but... the methods for upgrading humans of the third type of super warriors are nothing more than those.

What's more, she has already been inoculated with the "seed of the sub-god", so it is impossible for her to undergo "animal transformation", which is technically not allowed.

Unable to make himself stronger, Han Linsu had no choice but to find ways to change his equipment.

In the past, she despised the third type of super warriors who relied on auxiliary equipment, but now, she can't wait to arm herself to the teeth.

The entire series of embodied fit-fitting armors can only stay with the body for 24 hours a day. Now Han Linsu has even implanted a killer weapon in his body that can kill his enemies together.

Wu Tingbai knew about this, but he did not stop Han Linsu.

Perhaps in his opinion, as long as Han Linsu can regain his confidence, he will support him no matter what he does.

But after returning from Earth this time, Wu Tingbo's mind changed.

Looking at Han Linsu, who was sitting opposite him and was still tinkering with new equipment, Wu Tingbai suddenly asked: "Su Su, have you ever thought about where you will go after all this is over?"

Han Linsu was stunned when he heard this, obviously not understanding Wu Tingbai's unreasonable question.

"What?"

Wu Tingbo smiled: "I want to say that being a guard by my side always has a beginning and an end. Even if it may be many years later, when I no longer need a guard, where are you going to go?

What to do?”

Han Linsu understood this time, but she didn't know how to answer.

Han Linsu, who had been trained as a human weapon since childhood, was an abandoned child picked up from the army by Wu Tingbai.

Han Linsu, who single-handedly resisted three thousand enemies in the battle to defend Mercury's Ozma Dome, was the god of death feared by everyone on the battlefield. But the god of death was no match for the mighty steel lion. Han Linsu was finally defeated, and his body was even more damaged.

Torn into countless pieces.

Wu Tingbo also later obtained Han Linsu's intelligence sample chip from a gambler, and that was how he came to be, Han Linsu, who had lost his identity as a vanguard infantryman of the Asia Star Republic and served as Wu Tingbo's personal guard.

And it was precisely because of this incident that Han Linsu always believed that she was not the same person as she was in the past. She had been reborn, so she was even more devoted to Wu Tingbai.

"I...I never thought about leaving you..." Han Linsu's words came from the heart.

Wu Tingbai knew, but he sighed softly: "Su Su, I am not doubting you, but I sincerely hope that you can have your own life, and you are the third generation super soldier, and your life span is far longer than that of ordinary people.

, so... more than ten years, decades are nothing to you. When one day our goal is achieved, I will no longer need to protect you. You should also consider your own life and go

The world beyond having you as my guardian."

Han Linsu was not grateful at all when she heard this. Instead, she felt that Wu Tingbai's words were telling her that one day she would lose value and be abandoned.

So she hurriedly explained: "No, foster father, I was defeated by someone last time because I was attacked by someone. If you give me another chance, I will definitely beat him! You don't have to worry! I

It can be done!”

Wu Tingbo was stunned, and then smiled bitterly, knowing that Han Linsu had misunderstood what he meant.

But he didn't want to explain any more, because that would only make things darker.
To be continued...