Chapter 103 The Tribulation of Gonggong

Gonggong's tribulation, due to the last desperate counterattack of the god who supported the heavens, and the methods of the Kai Ming beast, became exceptionally troublesome and produced many twists and turns. However, in the end, through everyone's efforts, the destructiveness of the entire disaster was controlled within a tolerable range.

The post-disaster reconstruction work and similar handling began to proceed in an orderly manner.

As time passed day by day.

The torn roads returned to normal.

However, due to the previous intersection of the power of the Water God and the god who supported the heavens, a large number of pure water essence demons were transformed, which still left a lot of trouble. This battle ultimately led to a more direct and widespread popularization of the extraordinary, and with the previous accumulation, the battle was a success.

"Three fried dough sticks, two bowls of tofu brains, two servings of tea eggs."

The crisp and melodious voice, even without seeing her face, could tell that she must be a great beauty.

The breakfast shop owner reluctantly stopped bragging to the stall owner next door about how he cultivated the Five Tiger Broken Door Saber, and how he directly chopped up a water monster he encountered using the most ruthless move. He quickly prepared breakfast.

A slightly accented voice replied, "No, ten sticks."

He looked up and saw a heroic young man, probably a high school student, but with muscular lines, sharp eyebrows, and a ponytail. The woman next to him, well, looked very ordinary, wearing large black-rimmed glasses.

The girl adjusted her glasses and said, "Three sticks."

The heroic young man was about to speak.

The girl held out a finger: "I'll give you mine."

"Okay!"

He replied immediately.

Huo Qubing and Su Yu'er sat at the stall. Huo Qubing had good talent and learned things quickly. He had barely mastered modern language, especially liking modern food and novelties, eating heartily, and said, "But, aren't you eating?"

"Losing weight."

Su Yu'er was concise.

"Losing what weight... you're good enough as you are, right?"

The young man replied casually, but he wasn't shy about eating, and he ate very quickly. The stall owner didn't know that when he was scared and his legs were shaking, and he fainted from the water monster, it was the passing young general who decisively ended the monster with a single slash.

Even though he couldn't accept his current situation in a short period of time.

However, when faced with the obvious appearance of demons, Huo Qubing still chose to draw his sword and fight. He was once a top general in history, and he lived in the era immediately following the Age of Gods. His individual strength certainly couldn't compare to a nuclear warhead like Overlord Xiang Yu, but he was definitely not weak.

He had also fought his way out.

Su Yu'er leaned on her chin and watched the satisfied young man gobbling down food. For some reason, her mind was a little dazed. Before her eyes, there seemed to be desert wind and sand, a grand view of the grassland, the flash of blades, blood, the magnificent sky, and a young general wearing Han Dynasty armor, reaching out his hand to her.

His mouth carried a smile, and a domineering composure that seemed to level everything.

Suddenly, a flash of blade light appeared behind the young general.

Clang, clang, clang. When Su Yu'er came back to her senses, she saw Huo Qubing tapping her bowl with chopsticks and saying, "You're staring at me." The young general was concise.

Su Yu'er twirled the black hair at her temples with her fingers: "Am I?"

Huo Qubing said, "So you were hungry after all, right?"

The nine-tailed fox's voice came to an abrupt halt, her tone as calm as usual, and said, "No, I was indeed looking at you, and I also thought of some legends, legends about you..."

"Hm? About me?"

"Yes."

Su Yu'er looked at the young man in front of her and said, "I just don't understand. You don't seem like the type who likes luxury and enjoyment, so why were you so bad to your soldiers in history... always keeping your living standards high, unlike other famous generals who cared for their soldiers?"

"Hm? Just that?"

Huo Qubing wolfed down the tofu brains, then slowly peeled an egg, and said in the language of the Han Dynasty, "That's simple, Miss Su Yu'er. What do you think an army is? And what is a military general?"

The fox girl had never thought about this question.

Huo Qubing held out a finger and said, "An army is a weapon for countries to fight against each other, and a military general is the person who wields this sword. One must join the army at a young age. If you lose the battle, it's better to die, just falling on the battlefield and being trampled into the mud. But if you live..."

"Then your soldiers will hate you, the relatives of the dead will curse you, the ruler will punish you, and your own relatives will pay the price for you, even being诛killed; and if you win, you will wait for the next battle, unless there are no more countries in the world, then the war will not stop."

"It will only change the form of war."

"And does this kind of violent power that maintains the dignity of the country need peace and love? No, that's not right. What it needs is戾qi, a kind of morale, and the general is the core that determines whether all soldiers have the courage to step onto the battlefield!"

"I've heard such a story: Wu Qi personally sucked the pus and blood from his soldier's wounds, but the mother of the soldier who received such special treatment cried for it. Others asked her why she was so sad, and she replied that her husband had also been treated like this by Wu Qi, so he fought bravely for Wu Qi and died on the battlefield, and now her son is also going to die on the battlefield."

Huo Qubing took a sip of soup and said, "I don't need my soldiers to die for me."

"Stepping onto the battlefield is for the country, or for status, either is fine. What they need is for the commander to lead them to victory after victory; in that era, the commander's confidence was the source of the army's morale. Many soldiers in our era were uneducated and didn't understand much."

"So you have to give them a visual image."

"No matter when and where, when they see that their commander is still full of confidence and pride, and even in encirclement and desperation, he still has the same domineering aura as usual, instead of confiding in them, then they can at least know one thing."

Huo Qubing said, "I will never abandon them like Wu Qi did."

"I am still full of confidence in victory!"

"There are mediocre generals who pretend to be close to soldiers to win people's hearts in every generation."

"But there is only one Huo Qubing."

"I will buy their loyalty with something they all crave."

"That is the victory and military rank pursued by military strategists."

Huo Qubing had gradually begun to recover some memories, and he had also played Cuju (ancient Chinese football) in the camp as the commander when military rations were in short supply, in order to maintain the morale of the army. Su Yu'er also realized that in ancient China, there were actually only two among the famous generals of each generation who did not follow the ancient military strategies.

That is to say, besides the four sages of military strategy, there are two peak generals who walked alone.

The Han Dynasty, Huo Qubing.

And, Yue Fei, Yue Wumu.

"So that's how it is..."

Su Yu'er replied.

Huo Qubing held the porcelain bowl in his hand, feeling the delicacy of the touch, and looked at the bustling morning market. His expression softened for some reason and said, "It's really wonderful. This is clearly not my hometown. Whether it's the people coming and going, or the words they say, or the clothes they wear, they're all different. But at this time, I think this place is actually a corner of Chang'an."

"It's like the West Market in Chang'an, with the smoke of the market rising."

Su Yu'er replied, "Maybe it's because the炎黄(Yan Huang - Chinese civilization) may never have changed."

"Perhaps..."

The young general smiled, "But I will see it with my own eyes."

"Since that so-called 武侯(Wu Hou - reference to Zhuge Liang) summoned me back, I'm afraid he needs my spear, but whether this land is worthy of my Han Dynasty's battle flag, I still have to see it with my own eyes."

Su Yu'er felt that Huo Qubing might really be Huo Qubing. Some people are always destined to establish great achievements. Even after experiencing initial hesitation, they can so quickly find their goals and direction. People like this will not fail no matter where they are...

At this moment, Su Yu'er suddenly felt a familiar palpitation.

This is... Lady Daji?!

She suddenly turned her head.

On this morning market, people came and went. That fleeting aura seemed to be just her imagination.

…………………

And this girl's abnormal reaction was hardly noticed by anyone. Rather, in the gradually recovering human world at this moment, such things were too simple and ordinary to see. Huo Qubing looked at the human world at this moment, thinking about the combat level he had seen before.

Before being sealed into the huge Jiuding (Nine Tripod Cauldrons) in the East Sea.

Wu Zhiqi with white hair and golden eyes stood quietly. As the highest manifestation of the concept of炎黄(Yan Huang) of the human race, it was not a sword symbolizing the king, but nine large cauldrons gathering the luck of the people of九州(Jiuzhou - ancient China), in a sense, this was the highest level object for the concept of the human race, surpassing the Xuanyuan Sword and the Imperial Jade Seal.

Under the huge bronze cauldron, a calm voice came.

"Wu Zhiqi?"

As the existence corresponding to the concept of water flow, Gonggong cannot be killed. Even if he dies in extreme circumstances, he will be reborn with the flow of water, so sealing him is the best solution. Gonggong said, "What are you doing here?"

Wu Zhiqi with white hair and golden eyes sat down cross-legged and said:

"Nothing."

"Just chatting with you, that's all."

"Heh..." Gonggong was noncommittal.

However, the voice was suppressed and could not be transmitted.

Wu Zhiqi raised his hand and shook the machine in his hand: "So, since you're suppressed anyway."

"There should be a lot of time."

"Want to play a game?"

He said: "Civilization."

……………………

The cold smile of Kai Ming, the torn Yueying Sword.

And countless lonely times.

Qi suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils contracted sharply, his face faintly distorted for a moment, but he quickly realized that he was not in that place filled with pain. His expression slightly condensed, the spring breeze blew across the grass, he sat on the lawn, the scenery in front of him familiar and strange.

"Only sleeping for a while?"

A familiar and strange voice, the potter whose hair had turned white leaned against the tree next to him, smiling and looking at him, and said, "Don't worry, I'll wake you up when it's time for dinner, so you can sleep slowly."

The voice of Nu Jiao could still be heard in the distance.

So Qi nodded and closed his eyes again peacefully, putting his arms behind his head.

The wind blew by, and the hair at his temples fluttered slightly.

In a city in the human world, a black car drove through the land repaired by earth-element magic and came to the entrance of an elementary school. Then the car door opened, and Tang Nuan Nuan, carrying her schoolbag and holding her mother's hand, walked out of the elementary school gate, talking to her mother about her life at school today. Suddenly, she noticed that her mother's voice stopped speaking, and her palm was trembling.

"Hm? Mom..."

She turned her head curiously and saw the young researcher walking out of the car, seeing that familiar face who, although he looked injured and was leaning on crutches, was smiling and looking at her. She was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes quickly filled with tears.

"Dad!"

She rushed over quickly, almost flying into her father's arms.

Tang Hongzhe subconsciously let go of his crutches, staggered back, and tried hard to maintain his balance, leaning against the car body and hugging his daughter.

He rubbed his daughter's hair with his chin and whispered:

"Nuan Nuan, be good, Dad is back."

The Daoist Zhang Hao, who was driving, turned on the car stereo and listened to music leisurely.

The meaning of every parting lies in reunion.

He thought.

Has it always been like this?

It has always been like this.

ps: Today's second update... three thousand six hundred words, what a pity, if this book was also written volume by volume like before, then I should write a "End of this Volume" at this time, and then take a day off tomorrow. I miscalculated.

Thanks to Bu Yuan for the ten thousand reward~