After Ji Jiu returned to the mansion, he ordered someone to pack his bags, bid farewell to his family, and set off on the road again. Although this journey is not far, it takes half a month to ride the horse without stopping, and he is accompanied by two guards, but Ji Jiu is not too anxious to hurry. The children walk together on foot. Although the journey is not slow, it is not fast. Going all the way down, the scenery is gradually desolate, the lonely mountain is lonely, the human voice is gradually weakened, and there are more birds and beasts. Among them, the ape is the loudest, sharp and high. Ji Jiu reined in the reins of the horse, listening to the sound of the ape, without knowing where a trace of melancholy slipped out, he sighed softly. The haze in my heart will never go away.

He couldn't help but looked down at his hand holding the reins of the horse. The brown snake kiss mark on his wrist was still there, like a flaw that was missed in the creation of heaven. Ji Jiu felt more and more that this was not an ordinary birthmark. Perhaps, the imprints on everyone's body that last for years are all related to past lives. He thought so, and thought he was ridiculous. People who didn't believe in gods and demons originally believed in ghosts and ghosts, but these things did happen, although they were absurd, but they happened to themselves, no matter how absurd they were, they had to recognize them.

Ji Jiu agreed. Agreed, but not the same as admitting fate. He had a revenge with the monster, even though he knew that this revenge was brought by his previous life, it was understandable that he came to seek revenge, but the method was too filthy, and Ji Jiu disdained it!

He despised him.

If he went to the door to seek revenge, even if he lost his life, Ji Jiu would admit it. As long as this is what you deserve, you will suffer. But the monster is not. The demon used such a method and such humiliation, Ji Jiu hated him from the bottom of his heart.

The ape sound is still screaming, resounding throughout the world. Ji Jiu came back to his senses, put on a smile on his face, greeted the two guards, continued to whip the horse, and rushed back to the barracks.

Along the way, the smile on his face never let go.

People around him have long been accustomed to his smile and don't take it seriously. Everyone knows that General Ji has a good temper and a good temperament. The gentle smile makes people feel close at first sight.

But he didn't know that he was riding a horse at this time, but what he was thinking about was the Taoist priest he asked shrewd people to visit the city unannounced before leaving home, and he didn't know when he would get the news. That Taoist He Fa Tong Yan, think he must have mana, if he can find it, maybe he can figure out a lot of the strangeness. Even... shot down that monster, it is not impossible.

Some hatred, only blood can wash away.

I thought about it all the way, and after a few more days, returned to the ar.

In the camp, the yellow sand filled the sky, the hoofs of horses galloped, and the drums of war were blaring loudly. The soldiers were training on the school grounds. The scorching sun was shining overhead, and the raised dust covered his cheeks, and was washed out of the ravines by sweat, and everyone looked unrecognizable. On the face of every faceless person, there is a pair of proud eyes of a man's stern character. Ji Jiu rolled over and dismounted, walked past them, and the soldiers behind him greeted in a low voice: The general is back. Ji Jiu responded and waved them to continue the practice, but a sincere smile appeared on his face, his eyes were curved into crescents, and there were a few fine lines at the corners of his eyes, adding a sense of maturity.

Returning to the central army tent, General Ji was wearing armor and was writing a memorial before the case. Ji Jiu walked in in a light robe and casual clothes and called his father.

"Xiao Jiu," the old general raised his face, his beard and hair were all white, and he put down his pen and asked, "How is your family?"

"Everything is fine." Ji Jiu replied, "Is there nothing in the army? Do you want to send troops after training so intensely?"

"Just two days ago, a small group of Xiongnu soldiers came and were driven back." The old general said, "What do you think?"

Ji Jiu frowned slightly: "It seems that the internal disputes in the Xiongnu court have been resolved. I don't know how many prisoners are coming, but can you capture the prisoners?"

"You've caught two people, go and interrogate them." The old general got up and walked to the side, and said, "There's a letter here, look at it too." He took out a letter from his arms.

Ji Jiu took it, but it was a confidential document with a few words in it, saying that since he left the capital, Long Wei was furious when the emperor was in the early court, implying that someone slandered the generals of the court. In the bloody battle, someone in the court killed him. His heart was ill-predicted, and the country was also a silverfish!

Ji Jiu put down the letter, took out the fire stick, and burned it in the copper pot without saying a word.

The old general watched the flames turn the letterhead into a pile of ashes, and sighed: "I wanted you to suppress the deduction of military salaries, but you insisted on mentioning it. Now that the fire is burning, Zhang Lang is behind the support of the country..."

"Dad afraid?" Ji Jiu raised her face and asked back.

"I am old, and I don't know when I will die. You are still young, and there are a few more wolves around me. How can I feel at ease?"

"Nothing." Ji Jiu said in a light tone, "The emperor still needs the generals of the Ji family to fight for him on the battlefield. The Huns are not at peace, and the Ji family can still be safe."

"What if the emperor wants you to pacify the Xiongnu for him?" the old general asked back.

"As a minister, of course I serve the emperor." Ji Jiu stood up, clapped the dust on his hands, and said, "This is the fate of the descendants of the Ji family. If there is a chance in the future, they will die with the Huns, and the emperor will not be saved. Don't worry. On that day, all the people at home and abroad will submit to the emperor's feet, and the Ji family who holds military power will also retreat. The general will die in battle, leaving only the youngest son.

When Old General Ji heard the words, he stood there in a daze, as if holding his breath, only looking at his son, the young face was light and calm, with a kind of flattery and humiliation. My heart was relieved a little, but I felt sad again.

Also nothing to say. It's just that don't know when the pure and innocent child started to become the man of today.

It seems that it started from entering the palace and reading, getting along with the fallen prince at that time, the honor of the ninety-five at this time, and gradually seeing the world through.

But back then, it was his Ji Jiu who forcibly involved the entire family's honor and disgrace in the battle for the throne with his hot-blooded enthusiasm! It was he who disregarded the teachings of his ancestors and his life, fought for power for the fallen prince, and even concealed his father's eyes and ears. In the end, the incident happened, which almost killed the Ji family. If it weren't for the Ji family's deep roots, such a catastrophe would have been chopped off by the whole family.

General Ji recalled the past and couldn't help but sigh. At that time, he was a young man with a weak crown, so he did this cruelly, dragging the Ji family into it by hundreds of mouths, determined to support the prince who accompanied him to be the emperor. When asked why, he only said that this would be a good emperor.

With just such a sentence, it almost ruined the reputation of the three generations of Ji family's famous generals.

He wants the fourth prince to be the emperor. The emperor was ruthless. One year after he ascended the throne, he set fire to the emperor who burned his former prince and his brother alive!

General Ji looked at his son for a long time, and finally couldn't help it, and asked softly: "You insisted on supporting him back then, have you ever thought about today?"

Ji Jiu didn't expect his father to ask such a question.

"Then... why?"

Ji Jiu didn't answer, just looked at the military map spread out on the case. After looking at it for a long time, he lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "I am the son of a general. They will all be good emperors...but only the fourth prince makes me think...I can become a general who is famous all over the world and manages the country and the country." Ludun added: "Among the princes, only he can fulfill me." And the rest of the princes , you just want to sit in the world in front of you, without that ambition.

General Ji understood. Yes, which general doesn't want to be famous through the ages? Which emperor does not want to sweep the world? They are just, sympathetic to each other.

So Ji Jiu, who was not as good as the weak crown, was willing to lay down his life for him. Therefore, the current emperor is willing to fulfill his ideal. This is their common ideal.

Even if they know that once the ideal becomes reality, what awaits them will be the fates that are commonplace in history. Also without hesitation.

The old general sat back in his chair, looked at the map again, and finally said: "I only hope that your wish will be fulfilled. In the future, if you die with the Huns on the battlefield, you can still protect the family's peace."

"Father, don't worry," Ji Jiu smiled slightly: "The Xiongnu is swept away, the child should die."

Word by word, word by word.

It seems that you have already planned the territory of this world, just waiting for the time to come, and the wind will rise!

As the sky darkened, some bonfires were lit in the open space of the military camp. The sergeants sat cross-legged around the bonfire, holding large bowls of coarse porcelain to feed their stomachs. Ji Jiu came out of the dungeon. The air above the dungeon was fragrant with the smell of food, mixed with the smell of soil and the sweat of the soldiers, and in the stables not far away, the stinky smell of livestock, these chaotic breaths were mixed together. , enveloped the sky above the barracks.

There is a feeling of being at home.

Ji Jiu also took a large thick porcelain bowl, filled it with some soup and water, took two more dead noodles, and sat beside the soldiers.

The soldier was also used to it, and when he saw him coming, he consciously moved out of the way, and when Ji Jiu sat down, the people in the circle bowed their heads and ate and drank endlessly. After eating and drinking, the soldiers who had been tired all day went back to their camps to rest, while the ones on duty came back to their posts with their long guns, and replaced their former brothers to rest.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly and tacit understanding. Life in the barracks has always been like this, there is no fun, no leisure, and the vigilant string in the mind is always tightened, and weapons are raised at any time to meet the enemy.

Although there was no war for three years, the commander-in-chief ruled the army harshly, and the team has never been scattered. There is no such thing as gatherings for drinking or gathering to gamble. Some people secretly rumored that there was another member of this team, named Ji Jiajun.

Not delirium either. The commander-in-chief of the army was the old general Ji, and most of the other generals, except Ji Jiu, were guests of Ji's family. It's just that the three generations of Ji family's famous generals have deep roots, and no one dares to say more. Some people in the court speculated that the emperor was supported by the Ji family, and I was afraid that the Ji family would become bigger and bigger, and it would become a big problem for the court in the future. Such rumors have never stopped for a day. Ji's family had to be more conscientious and dare not slack off in military affairs. Ji Jiu once said with a smile, I'm afraid the more you walk on thin ice, the faster the ice will crack.

Although this was said with a smile, it was definitely not a joke. The two generals of the Ji family now know that the ice under their feet will shatter sooner or later. They also thought that this day was the day when the Huns were pacified.

But no one expected that Ji Jiu had already made a decision in his heart - to use this unparalleled time to change the peace and joy of Ji's family for decades to come.

Therefore, Ji Jiu's eldest son, read only poetry and books since childhood, and did not teach martial arts.

Ji Jiu sometimes thinks of his son and thinks that it is too far away. He is just an ordinary person, and paving the way for his children and grandchildren can only take decades. He can't control how he goes in the future, and he doesn't want to care anymore. . He was gone by then - after I was dead, what a flood!

After dinner, Ji Jiu went back to the tent to rest, but laying on the bed could not sleep, so he had to put on a robe, light up the oil lamp and get up to read a book, just finished reading a page, the candle on the desk shook a bit, and then went out.

Ji Jiu froze in her heart, maintaining her previous posture, motionless. The candle went out and never came on again. Opposite the table, there is a shadowy figure. The figure was so familiar that it was only for one night, but Ji Jiu remembered him unforgettable, and his whole body became cold, like falling into an ice cave.

Ji Jiu wanted to speak, but opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Ji Jiu tried to stand up, but found that his hands and feet were no longer under his control, and he couldn't move.

Even though the light was so dark, Ji Jiu saw a pair of eyes, like a beast lurking in the depths of the jungle, with a light that could not be ignored. The feeling of being stared at like a prey.

The man approached and leaned in front of him in the dark night, leaning down slightly, his icy cold and scorching gaze darted across his face, as if he was inspecting his own territory. The man looked at it for a long time, then approached his ear, and whispered: "You are afraid of me."

The man said: You are afraid of me. The voice line is hoarse, and the tone has a cold metallic quality, hiding a helpless sadness. Ji Jiu couldn't hear it.

Ji Jiu only heard the man say: You are afraid of me. He said it simply, as if provocative. Ji Jiu snorted coldly in her heart, knowing that she couldn't speak, so she simply shouldn't. To be afraid or not, to admit it or not, it made no difference to him. He is now detained by this monster, unable to move, and even has no chance to call someone. Sitting still, is about describing the present.

Ji Jiu didn't answer, and the man maintained such a leaning posture, and the two sides remained silent.

Time passed slowly, Ji Jiu's mind gradually calmed down, looking directly into the man's eyes, showing a kind of rigid uncompromising. The worst he had experienced was nothing but humiliation and pain. There was no difference between once and twice. Ji Jiu knew this very well. He was powerless to change the status quo, at least not at this time. He is a sober Ji Jiu, who can distinguish the pros and cons, and never let himself fall into chaos, so if he can't turn the game over, then he can bear it. There is no escape from such a thing, so I have to endure it in humiliation, but don't let him compromise. He will never compromise!

Ji Jiu's eyes were angry, with undisguised hatred, and the flames of resentment rose in his eyes, burning the eyes of the other person.

The man stretched out his hand and stroked his face, and there was a slight trembling unknown when his fingers rubbed coldly over that face.

Ji Jiu couldn't bear the humiliation, she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. Don't see him again. In his past life, he would only look at him infatuatedly, but in his present life, he would not even give him a look.

The reason is that Shen Qingxuan, who was willing to give up everything in his previous life, became Ji Jiu, who was ambitious in this life.

A rich and noble person in the mortal world, Yimo thought, he gave up everything for himself in his previous life, and did not seek fame and future, but only lived in Xiaoxiaoyong City to take care of his family business and accompany him. The harmony of this world should be General Ji who gave up his love and pursued only ambition. He couldn't help but think, if Shen Qingxuan in his previous life hadn't been obsessed with him, would he be able to stay by his side in this life? Imo didn't know.

Those fates are too mysterious. He has only practiced for a thousand years, and he can see through them.

Yimo stopped his stroking hand.

Ji Jiu opened his eyes again after waiting for a while.

The candle lighted up again.

The man had already retracted his body and stood in front of him. Ji Jiu remained motionless and waited for the change.

Yimo looked down at him for a long time before saying: "Killing is too heavy, life is expensive and life is short."

Ji Jiu didn't expect him to suddenly say such words, stunned for a moment, and then sneered. He naturally knew that his life was short, and if he had a long life, he would really ruin the Ji family. In order to protect his descendants, he should be short-lived. Yimo saw his disdain and knew what he was thinking. He couldn't help but think of the search for more than 150 years. In this life, even if he looked at it from a distance, how long would he be able to look at it? But only ten years. When the time limit is up, this person's killing karma is so heavy, who knows if he will be reincarnated as an adult, maybe not a beast. At that time, where will he go to find him, and where can he be found? He was silent for a moment and said, "I want to hug you."

Ji Jiu was even more disdainful, still silent. He didn't know the spell had been solved, but he didn't want to say a word to him.

Then he was picked up and walked to the bed.

His face was white, and his body was stiff like a puppet.

Yimo hugged the stiff body tightly in his arms, as if he was still in the arms of Shen Qingxuan, who loved him but dared not say it out; Shen Qingxuan, who knew that human beings and monsters had different paths, had to keep them; Shen Qingxuan, who is reluctant to let go; Shen Qingxuan, who hides even a word of his love until he dares to say it...for fear that he will find him in the next life, for fear that he really likes it and suffers in the search.

Some things can only be seen clearly after a hundred years have passed. Gradually understand how Shen Qingxuan lived every day with fear and fear in those years.

Yimo hugged Ji Jiu tightly in his arms, the breathing of the person in his arms was heavy with patience, and his limbs were stiff and stiff.

Late at night.

Ji Jiu lay on the couch without a wisp of cotton, and the man beside him hugged him, equally naked. The limbs in the thin quilt were forced to entangle, and Ji Jiu's forehead was wet with large drops of sweat.

From the beginning to the end, Yimo locked him tightly in his arms with his arms, as if he was holding a rare treasure in his arms, carefully but tightly bound, as if he was afraid of being robbed. Occasionally, he lowered his head and licked on the wet forehead, and the sweat he tasted had a salty taste, so salty that it made the base of his tongue bitter. In the movement, the loose strands of hair brushed over his lips, and Yimo kissed it gently, with a gesture of devotion that neither he nor Ji Jiu could see.

Ji Jiu's eyes were always closed, so he couldn't see him, and he couldn't see himself in his eyes. He has only experienced this kind of thing twice tonight.

But he didn't know that the man on his body moved carefully and gently from beginning to end, like a tiger sniffing roses.