Chapter 683: When Flowers Bloom Again, People Are No Longer Young
The consciousness struggles in the "true self", and the later it gets, the stronger and crazier it becomes.
"Let me go, let me go..."
He roared, and the sound was transmitted from the "true self" and echoed in the chaotic world.
A ferocious beast with a bull's head, deer horns, and a frog body, as big as a mountain, was about to go out to hunt for food. When it heard the sound, it turned around and hid in the depths of chaos.
A colorful deer was jumping happily. Every time it stepped on its feet, a five-colored light flashed under its feet. When it heard the roar of the Fifth Mystery, it immediately turned into a five-colored rainbow and hid far away.
In the chaos, countless powerful beings were disturbed by his roar and hid.
Gradually, the roar of the Fifth Xuan began to get smaller, and finally, there was no sound at all.
After roaring for a while, the Fifth Xuan finally calmed down, and his mind became much calmer.
Still afraid... The Fifth Xuan couldn't help thinking.
The reason why he was so irritable was naturally not only because he was trapped by the "true self", the most important reason was that the previous pressure was too great.
After roaring for a while, his mood improved a lot, and the Fifth Xuan also began to slowly feel the power of the "true self".
After careful perception, he soon realized that the "true self" was not trapping him, but was just merging with him to create a body for him.
This change was completely beyond the Fifth Xuan's expectations. The power of the "true self" was actually actively helping him to shape his body?
Looking at the jade disc that was also wrapped in the power of the true self, the Fifth Xuan secretly had a guess in his heart.
I think the source of all these changes should be on the jade disc.
This Tao... is more powerful than I thought.
Retracting his gaze, the Fifth Xuan began to actively merge with the "true self", which greatly accelerated the speed of fusion.
Soon, the Fifth Xuan gradually merged with the "true self" chaos and fell into a deep sleep unknowingly.
Years are unknown in the mountains, but spring and autumn have already passed outside the sky.
Soon, three months had passed since the Fifth Xuan entered the chaotic world.
In the three months, there were not many changes in the alliance. The two most eye-catching things were one, the gods' town, and the other, the abdication of the marshal.
The position of the marshal was finally given to a member of the wolf tribe, Jinlang, who was not particularly famous.
Jin Lang became the marshal because he was appointed by Marshal Li. This was indeed unexpected because he was not among the candidates for the promotion to marshal.
But Li overcame all objections and appointed him. He also went to the fairyland to plead for him, and finally decided that Jin Lang would be the marshal. At the edge of the
East China Sea, Li, with an old face and a staggering gait, sat on a wooden wheelchair with a dragon-headed staff across his knees.
A few months ago, he still looked middle-aged, but in a few months, he had aged to this point.
His cloudy eyes could no longer see the faces in the distance, but he still tried to open his eyes wide to take a last look at his hometown.
He was born in Donghai City. His family background was ordinary. His parents died early. The tribe he was born in was the Deer Tribe.
The Stag Tribe is not a big tribe in the alliance. Even though it has controlled Donghai City for many years, it has not formed any cliques or factions, nor has it managed to gain power here.
This tribe is like their totem, always silent and always obeying orders.
A few years ago, there was an opportunity to become a god, and Taichu wanted the Stag Totem to become a god, but the Stag Totem refused without any specific reason.
When Taichu persuaded him, he said that he was not good at fighting and was not very smart, and that the opportunity would be left to others, and he would become a god when the power of divine faith was sufficient.
Just like this, the Stag Totem, which had the opportunity to become a god, did not become a god, just like the Stag Tribe, which had the opportunity to take root in Donghai City, did not take root here.
Taichu once said that the Buck Totem and the Buck Tribe are the best bricks and tiles of the Alliance. They go wherever they are needed. They are the best tribesmen.
Taichu's praise for the Buck Deer lineage is not small, but the Buck Deer Tribe's contribution is also not small.
Donghai City was built by the Buck Deer Tribe, and the Alliance Marshal and the witch can be regarded as from the Buck Deer Tribe.
Their lineage has a far-reaching influence on the Alliance, but they do not take credit for themselves, which is rare.
Now, he has stepped down, and he is the first senior official to step down while still alive. For this, the fourth generation of ancestor witches specially commended him.
The fourth generation of ancestor witches once said that this is a step across the ages, and it is a step to let the power truly return to the tribe.
The more open-minded the Alliance members are, of course, aware of what this means.
Many tribesmen also praised him privately. When Mang became the witch, Marshal Li did not abdicate because of the father-son relationship. Now that he abdicated, he did not stay in office because of the alliance tradition. He was really dedicated to the public.
No one thought it was wrong to praise Marshal Li with the phrase "dedicated to the public".
He served for more than 50 years and assisted three generations of witches. He never had a bad record during his tenure and devoted his whole life to his work.
The military reform of the entire alliance can be said to be promoted by Li.
The current military system and military law can be said to be created by Li.
In terms of reputation in the army, Marshal Li is far higher than other generals, even Mang witch or chieftain.
Marshal Li is leaving office and will travel east. In addition to the generals of various tribes, countless people are also chasing him on the shore to see him off.
The reason why he was recognized by the people was that whenever there were natural disasters or man-made disasters, Marshal Li would lead the army to support them. How could the people not respect such a Marshal?
Now, he is old and is leaving. Who can not come to see
him off? "Old General, let me take care of the Wild Witch and the Golden Wolf."
Chief Zhao came to Marshal Li's wheelchair, squatted down and adjusted the blanket covering his legs for him.
The old Marshal withdrew his cloudy eyes from afar, looked at Zhao beside him, nodded, and said, "Didn't I forbid you to come?"
There was a strong complaint and dissatisfaction in his words.
He really didn't want these people to come. Leaving when Shao Wu needed him has always been a pain in his heart.
It is impossible to say that he has no regrets, but if he were to do it again, he would still come once, because if he didn't chase Xin Xiangdong, he would regret it even more.
"Old Marshal, I am here because of some official business. The God of Agriculture is doing a big farm here, and the higher-ups are a little worried, so I came to take a look and send you off." Zhao Ke
didn't dare to say that he was here to send you off and to see the God of Agriculture, otherwise the old marshal might stand up from his chair and beat him.
You must know that before leaving the capital, the old marshal gave a death order that the witch, the chief, and the marshal were not allowed to send him off.
The old marshal glanced at him with dissatisfaction with his cloudy eyes, and then looked at Donghai City.
In his cloudy eyes, Donghai City has changed. It is not the Donghai City of his childhood.
At that time, the city wall was not so high, and the city was not so big.
After more than sixty years away, the changes here are too great, so great that he can hardly recognize it.
Fortunately, he is also old, and he no longer needs to recognize these things. He is old enough to leave this land and find her.
"Old Marshal, do you have anything else to say?"
Zhao asked in a low voice, holding the armrest
of the wheelchair. The old marshal shook his head and tightened the blanket wrapped around his body. He felt a little cold, just like the morning when he sent his beloved girl here that year.
"Let's go, let's not see anymore."
The old marshal was a little impatient and asked someone to push him onto the boat.
"Pa."
The generals and soldiers who were seeing him off not far away saluted in unison.
He turned his head to take a look, and did not respond with a military salute, but just smiled widely.
This smile was just like the smile he showed to the soldiers guarding the cities when he was walking between the cities.
At that time, he would put Black Water in the book box he carried every day, and then he would walk through the city gate with Black Water with such a wide smile.
Thinking of what happened at that time, he laughed even more happily.
The guards pushed him onto the boat and were about to push him into the cabin.
The sea breeze was blowing, and the old marshal gave most of his totem power to the golden wolf. His body was too weak to withstand the sea breeze.
But just as they were about to push the old marshal into the cabin, he stretched out his hand and bowed, asking the people pushing him to stop.
"Take a look, let me take another look."
The old marshal's voice was not loud, and his voice was torn apart by the sea breeze, but the guards who were concentrating their attention still heard it.
"Marshal, your body..."
The military doctor who followed wanted to persuade him, but was stopped by the old marshal's pleading tone.
"Take a look, let me take another look."
So, the old marshal was pushed to the railing of the ship again, facing Donghai City and the mainland.
The old marshal's cloudy eyes looked towards Donghai City again. He thought of his childhood when his father took him to see the fish pond.
At that time, it was still the ice age, and the ground was covered with ice. He fell down, and his father helped him up with a smile, and kicked him lightly, saying that he was stupid.
Thinking of this, he laughed, and laughed happily, laughing like a child.
At that time, he was carefree. At that time, he looked like a teenager.
His chaotic eyes seemed too tired. He saw a phantom on the shore, as if it was his young self, looking at the frozen sea and bidding farewell to his lover.
At that time, he only had her in his heart.
"We are about to meet, we are about to meet..."
the old marshal murmured, his eyes finally swept to the distant land, and the wheelchair he sat on began to move. The guards felt that he could not let him be blown by the sea breeze anymore.
He did not stop it, but just looked into the distance again.
In a trance, he saw a giant wolf, the one he rode all year round, but when he looked carefully, it disappeared again.
His old eyes were blurry, maybe this is what he meant... He thought, his body slowly slumped in the wheelchair, and fell asleep.
In his dream, he saw Tai, holding the Human King Sword and slashing at him with all his might. He laughed loudly and raised his turtle shell to meet it.
The sharpest sword of the human tribe slashed on the heaviest shield of the alliance, and a loud sound echoed in his ears.
In the buzzing sound, there were all images of him running in the ice and snow as a teenager, chasing her in his youth, being dashing and vigorous in his prime, and being as steady as a mountain in his old age.
The big ship went into the sea, and people on the shore watched it leave, reluctant to leave for a long time.
Until the big ship was about to disappear in front of everyone, just when everyone was about to disperse, the big ship slowly turned around and walked back.
Everyone's heart sank, and then they saw the alliance flag on the bow slowly lowered halfway.
The old marshal was dead.
Until his death, he never saw his beloved.
He only saw his youthful appearance through his dim old eyes.
Flowers may bloom again, but people will never be young again.