Seeing Li Qiang standing there as if he was nothing, just gasping slightly, these people finally became frightened.

They threw all the weapons in their hands on the ground and knelt down towards Li Qiang.

These villages are more or less superstitious, and Li Qiang's performance naturally makes them feel that what they are standing in front of them is a real god of war!

"Brothers, we have won!"

Countless men and women from Yujia Village rushed out, threw Li Qiang high, and caught it, at the same time as this scene happened, Li Qiang's eyes looked at the vast sky, and there were some doubts in his eyes.

"Why, it doesn't feel right, like someone is watching me, where the hell did I come from?"

Li Qiang was puzzled again, but, somehow, he had already appeared in a room full of red cloth, and there was a faint fragrance around him, and a girl wearing a red hijab was sitting on the edge of his bed.

There was a stir in his heart, he slowly walked over, lifted the red hijab, and a small face that was so delicate that people couldn't bear to touch it appeared in front of his eyes, Yu Luo'er's eyes were as clear and beautiful as they were back then.

"Xianggong, am I beautiful?"

After Yu Luo'er said this, her little face was already like the red veil on her body, Li Qiang shook his head, and drove those inexplicable illusions out of his mind.

"Those are all illusions, I am the person here, this is my wife, my name is Yu Pojun......"

He couldn't help but say slowly.

"Lady, I'm here. ”

He gently took off Yu Luo'er's delicate cloth shoes, and played with those clear and lovely feet, Yu Luo'er let out a sigh~, and put his little face on his hot chest.

"Xianggong, you have to be gentle. ”

The lights went dark, and the room was filled with a gentle spring color.

After expelling the invaders, the three words of Yu Pojun have become the faith of everyone in Yujia Village.

Ten years later, the old village man died and handed over the village chief's scepter to him.

"I want to take everyone and live well. ”

After the old village chief saw Yu Pojun's firm eyes, he slowly closed his eyes, Yu Pojun took the scepter and looked back, but saw the villagers of Yujia Village, bending down one by one, so he raised the scepter.

He can no longer remember his original name, he can only remember that he is Yu Pojun, Yu Luo'er's husband, and the hope of the entire village, and several surrounding villages, with his help, have gradually become stronger.

Of course, these villages were incorporated into the scope of Yujia Village, and the villagers began to move deep into the mountains.

Who am I, he doesn't think about it anymore, because he thinks it's simply the most ridiculous question.

Only occasionally, when night came and the smoke rose, would he smoke a cigarette and sit in a corner of the village, thinking about something deep in his mind.

If you don't understand, don't think about it anymore, so as not to have more worries and troubles out of thin air.

It was still an annual snowstorm, and two years later, Zhao Mao also died, standing in front of Zhao Mao's hospital bed, Zhao Mao looked at the young man who appeared more than ten years ago.

If it weren't for him, maybe he would have died more than ten years ago, at this time, Yu Pojun's face was already covered with stubble, and he was no longer the young man he was back then.

It turns out that he is not an immortal, he will also be born, old, sick and die, Zhao Mao smiled slightly, but in his heart, this person is equivalent to his own immortal.

"Lad......."

Seeing that person leaning over and leaning towards his ear, just like he had put on his coat more than ten years ago, Zhao Mao smiled.

"Don't forget your original name, Li Qiang......"

Seeing that the young man in his eyes suddenly froze in place, his eyes flashing with surprise and shock, Zhao Mao closed his eyes with peace of mind.

On this day of winter, the wind and snow were blowing, there was no bonfire, and there was no familiar sheep calling, but there was a familiar name.

"Li Qiang, who is that?"

Yu Pojun sat at the door of the snowy courtyard, which had been turned into a white snowman by the snowflakes, and Yu Luo'er, who had a big belly, walked to the door and said in a reproachful and distressed tone.

"You're about to be a father, and you don't pay attention to your body? You forgot that you're no longer a young man!"

Touching the stubble on the side of his mouth, and seeing the cheekbones that had risen in the bronze mirror, Yu Pojun felt in a trance, yes, he is no longer young, there are already more young and strong people in the village, and when hunting, he can no longer rush to the front.

I am an ordinary person, why do I feel that I will get stronger and stronger, and I will not get hurt.

"The soup is ready, come and drink it. ”

This night, holding Yu Luo'er, he had insomnia, and the question buried in his mind resurfaced again, and he felt very annoyed.

"Who am I, I am Yu Pojun, the village chief of Yujia Village, but, it's strange, why do they think I'm not this person?"

He felt that he should look for answers.

So, after the child was born, he went into the mountains, wanting to see what the world outside the mountains was like, and maybe he could find the answers he wanted.

.............................

A round crystal, constantly rotating, the picture inside, switching at high speed, Li Qiang from young to middle-aged, and then to gradual aging, saw him from the snowy house, to Yujia Village, and saw the birth, old age, sickness and death around him.

"Do you know what is the cruelest thing in the human world?"

An indifferent and old voice came, and behind the old man, there stood a one-man tall black-winged Dapeng bird, its eyes were like a lone eagle, very sharp.

"People say that fate can be changed, but after the change, it is still fate, do you still think that fate can be changed?"

"The happiest thing for cultivators is that they have a longer life, and to think about what kind of change is what they want, however, they are actually no different from mortals, and the most cruel thing is to watch their birth, old age, sickness and death. ”

"In the face of life and death, everything is false. ”

"Without a heart that sees through, he'll be trapped here forever. ”

After the voice of the East China Sea Ancestor sounded, two tears flowed from the eyes of the Black-Winged Dapeng Bird, and he screamed, but the East China Sea Ancestor had already drifted away.

"A flower is a world, a leaf is a withered glory. ”

His voice was distant and vast, but the black-winged Dapeng bird was stunned, he began to slowly close his eyes, and his heart was quiet, and he saw that the feathers on his body began to gradually disperse, like a little demonic energy, this demonic energy did not dissipate, but was inhaled into his body.

(End of chapter)