But he could feel the burning vitality of the man named Qianqian behind him on this road.

He respects the strong.

He will respect with fists.

…

…

In the alley outside the Grand Marshal's Mansion, a man with meticulously tied hair was sitting on a wooden wheelchair, calmly watching the sunset.

The setting sun slowly slid into the distance, still selflessly giving away the last bit of spring beauty.

Of course he didn't just watch the sunset.

There were two very important battles today, and he wanted to know the results as soon as possible.

Of course, he could only wait for the first battle, but he had to watch the next battle.

The two people who are also standing at the top of Shenlin, and are also standing outside Dongzhen Gate, if they want to truly determine the winner, there is no possibility for anyone to hold back.

Of course he has great confidence in his junior brother, but his confidence cannot be buried in worries.

He knew that his junior brother was arrogant, so he just waited here silently.

It would be best if he didn't have to show up.

At a certain moment, he raised his eyes and saw an elegant figure condensed in the dusk light.

His handsome appearance is extraordinary, like a fairy dragon.

The immortal dragon statue stands on the high wall, its clothes are fluttering, as if it is about to ride away in the wind.

Thousands of rays of light fall on this body, and it flies freely like a bird.

Those who should see him must see him. Those who cannot see him will never be able to see him.

There are forbidden dharma at the head and end of the alley, but this dharma image appeared silently.

Of course, the sealing technique he studied when sealing the human form was indispensable, but the perspective from the top is the key here.

"I was wondering if Prince Bowang was coming, but I didn't expect Jiang Zhenjun to come in person." Chen Zeqing said calmly.

Just like Wang Yiwu has people who care about him, walking forward in the world is not alone.

Xiang Fengqi was once an invincible Dongzhen, and of course he made some friends, but none of them were qualified to intervene in his Taoist disputes.

Today's forward is different.

The friend he made in his humble beginnings has grown into the pinnacle figure in the world. He is qualified to protect him in any battle in this world.

Immortal Dragon Dharma Minister smiled lightly: "It would be rude to come quietly, so I made a little noise - what, I'm here to watch the battle. You continue."

Chen Zeqing smiled: "Watching whose fight?"

"It's hard to choose... I didn't expect that besides this main meal, there would be a gluttonous banquet." The Immortal Dragon Master crossed his arms and said with a little pity: "I'd better watch the sunset with Brother Chen."

Chen Zeqing looked at him standing on the edge of the wall. The setting sun was hanging behind him, reflecting him brilliantly.

What an enviable gesture.

"Your Taoist body dare not move lightly in Yun Kingdom. Are you still worried about Yan Chun's return?" Chen Zeqing asked.

Chen Zeqing is basically responsible for Qi's external intelligence. His well-informed information is beyond the reach of many people.

Immortal Dragon Dharma Minister did not deny it: "Although we have signed a contract, but..."

He shook his head: "Maybe I am also a suspicious person."

"You yourself are true to your word, but you can't bet that Yan Chunhui will keep his word, and you can't bet that Yan Chunhui will always remain rational." Chen Zeqing said: "We all have people we cherish. I can understand."

Jiang Wang inexplicably remembered the person he met in the demon world that year and that stunning shot.

"I kept forgetting to ask." Jiang Wang looked at his legs: "Is there anything you can do about your legs?"

If it can help, it can be considered a kind of repayment.

Chen Zeqing lifted up the old blanket on his knees, as if he had lifted up a dusty night, exposing his legs to the dusk. You could see densely packed bloody ants crawling on them. No flesh and blood could be seen at all, only flesh and blood could be seen.

Accidental bone color. These legs... were completely eaten into ant nests.

"It can't be helped."

He smiled calmly: "These are called blood soul ants. The sky demon is planted with life blood. They are already connected to my life soul. Killing them is suicide."

"Do you mind if I come and take a look?" Jiang Wang asked.

"Why not?" Chen Zeqing said with a smile: "When I am not busy with military affairs, I often observe them."

On countless lonely nights, I don’t count the stars, I look at the ants.

Immortal Dragon Master came down and helped Chen Zeqing push the wheelchair.

The endless light of knowledge shuttles through the "ant nest", and then condenses into a beam, all returning to the eyes of the fairy dragon.

These lights made Jiang Wang's eyes very complicated, and he said slowly: "You have worked really hard these years."

Chen Zeqing smiled and shook his head: "I won't die. It just hurts a little."

There are of course many ways to relieve pain, and it is not difficult to cut off the pain.

But he couldn't help but feel pain.

Not feeling the actions of these blood soul ants is tantamount to giving up on yourself.

"It involves the source of life and soul, and it all returns to the sea of ​​origin. Manpower is not enough. Maybe there is a way to transcend." Jiang Wang finally said.

"Who knows?" Chen Zeqing smiled, pulled up the old blanket and covered it again. "I have gotten used to it over the years. There are only three small problems that prevent me from fully adapting. Pain is one of them.

"

Jiang Wang listened to him quietly.

"The second thing is..." Chen Zeqing said: "If these blood soul ants are not dealt with, I will not be able to develop the Dao for the rest of my life."

He was destined to be unable to spread the Tao, but he still inherited the Spring Death Army - after Cao Du took charge of the Military Hall, the commander of this army was almost defaulted to be the core of the next Military Hall - which shows his military strategy.

Jiang Wang asked: "What about the third question?"

Chen Zeqing said: "These blood soul ants can only be suppressed in this world. Therefore, I cannot enter the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons again in my life."

He gently stroked the texture of the old blanket and let out a subtle sigh, as if this question was the only thing that was causing him pain. "I really want to go there."

"The demon world is not a place you must go to. And everyone has their own battlefield." Jiang Wang asked: "Why do you want to go so much?"
Chapter completed!