Just at the same time when the canyon battlefield was reopened again.

Outside Jingzhou City, the Shu** Group Base Camp.

In the central army's tent, the sight of the eyes was filled with ancient books and books like hills, and there were also a low cough sounds in the middle from time to time.

Zhuge Liang, whose eyes were covered with bloodshot, sat upright in the hand, covering his mouth with the back of his hand and coughing lightly, while constantly flipping through an old book on the table, every word was gems and gauge, carefully judging.

Here, time seems to have lost its meaning, and only blue and white figures are flipping through a large number of ancient books day and night.

Finally, the emperor pays off. After lasting for a long time, Zhuge Liang finally found a trace of the clues he had hoped to find in the vast sea of ​​books.

but

When the answer came before me, Zhuge Liang suddenly widened his eyes. For the first time in his life, this man who had never feared in his life showed a look of fear and horror!

He pushed everything off the table and picked up the old book with his hands trembling.

"In 153, the following are the military records from an unknown soldier a long time ago and the entire process of obtaining mysterious weapons."

"...The evil demon king was finally wiped out, wandering among the endless ruins. I can even imagine how majestic and magnificent this former royal palace would be. When the army of attacks left, this land would completely become a border ruin where the demons lived..."

"Among the remnant walls, a beautiful light spot like the stars in the night sky suddenly attracted my attention. I seemed to be guided, and I turned over the bricks and tiles covering it, and found that it was a hammer-shaped weapon?"

"It's incredible! The moment I held the hammer handle, a strange heat suddenly spread through the hammer handle to the meridians throughout my body, and I got extraordinary terrifying power! People in the world would not believe in this magical feeling!"

"A white-haired veteran in the army told me that he had seen similar weapons on the Demon King. Could this be the magic weapon left by the Demon King on the border battlefield? I used the fur of the Demon species to cover its light and carried it on my body forever. This is my treasure that belongs only to me, and my descendants will always be loyal to it..."

"I easily killed that cruel and indifferent commander, the guy who was always above the top, can't even catch me with a punch. In the horrified eyes of my companions, only I knew that this was the effect of the Bone-Broken Hammer. Could this be the reason why the demon king, who is a flesh and blood, can fight against the gods with his own strength? I seem to understand something..."

Seeing this, Zhuge Liang could no longer sit still!

At that moment, countless scenes flashed quickly from his mind like a lantern. He suddenly stood up, had lost his past calmness, and was about to leave the tent in a hurry.

But at this moment, Zhuge Liang suddenly stopped his body as if he felt something. He was immersed in horror just now and didn't notice it. It was not until this time that he discovered that there was a secret breath in the big tent.

"Senior brother, this is the first time I have seen you so panicked and lose your composure. What happened?"

In the sound that was so plain that there was almost no emotion, a black shadow appeared vaguely from the shadow of the big tent; it was a young man with white shoulder-length curly hair and a very beautiful and gentle face.

"The teleportation matrix has been opened, why are you still staying here? You must know that the middle lane is the key to our army's throat, and there is no need to be missed." Zhuge Liang said lightly, with no waves between his eyebrows. The panic just now seemed to be just an illusion that never existed.

"Not to be misunderstood? Senior brother, I don't understand what you said. Who will eventually belong to thirds of the land? What should we do?" The curly-haired man glanced at Zhuge Liang deeply, but his tone was still emotional: "We all studied under the sages of Jixia and shouldered a great and sacred mission. In contrast, the victory, loss, right and wrong in this world are too small. Senior brother, you have over-emphasized in this country."

Zhuge Liang was silent, with bloodshot blue eyes, just staring at his young junior brother.

The curly haired man understood it, so he said, "The reason I came here specifically was to ask my senior brother about something. A few months ago, a precious culture medium was missing inexplicably in the academy. I think it shouldn't be the senior brother who took it?"

"no."

"That's good." The curly-haired man stared at Zhuge Liang's eyes and said intentionally or unintentionally: "The culture medium is a necessity for promoting a hero, and its price is immeasurable. The Master has been thoroughly investigating this matter. If the senior brother has any questions, please be sure to repay the Master in time."

Zhuge Liang remained silent. Their fellows and brothers understood each other, and they could understand the meaning of the words even without having to say them clearly.

After intentional or unintentional reminder, the curly-haired man was about to leave, but before leaving, he added: "By the way, senior brother should not have too much involvement with the soldier named Wang Yao in the legion in the near future. Although I don't understand why senior brother valued this soldier so much, the master seems to have been paying attention to him for a long time. A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Senior brother, you should understand your position very well, right?"

After Yinming said that, he walked out of the big tent.

But just as the curly-haired man was about to walk out of the military tent, Zhuge Liang's voice came coldly in the dim tent.

"No matter what you want to do, I advise you not to attack Wang Yao. I understand people like him. The so-called extreme things will turn back. The most evil people are often transformed from the kindest group of people."

The curly-haired man did not respond to this and left the camp directly. After being silent for a long time, Zhuge Liang sat back on his original position with a expressionless face.

......

......

Meanwhile, on the other hand.

A distant place on the other side of the King's Continent.

At Jixia Academy, the old man with white hair with braids and beards put down the old books in his hand with a serious look on his face.

He narrowed his turbid old eyes, carefully measured a mysterious golden sword on the table in front of him, and a strange silver long bow, and gently grasped the handle of the mysterious golden sword.

Then, the face of the great sage gradually became extremely ugly; his eyes were filled with hellish coldness and heavy rocks, and he was even more determined to sacrifice everything!

Click, click, click

As the sound of the boots stepping on the floor, the tall and plump Zhong Wuyan walked in.

"Teacher, Junior Brother Yuange sent a letter from the Three Kingdoms a month ago." She respectfully placed a letter on the table in front of the old man, and asked carefully: "Teacher, has something happened?"

The old man didn't say anything, but just had a gloomy face and opened the letter. It took only ten seconds.

Bang!

As the thunder bloomed in spring, the white-haired old man suddenly slapped the table in front of him, and the huge desk was suddenly overwhelmed and split the ground.

"This evil disciple!!"

The entire palace trembled slightly because of this angrily shout!

"Old...teacher?" Zhong Wuyan was so scared by the old man's sudden rage that she turned pale. This was the first time she had seen the old man get so angry.

No, it is not just as simple as anger. In the old man's sharp eyes that seemed to be able to penetrate the soul, there was a trace of extremely heavy grief mixed in it...
Chapter completed!