Call of the Deer

Chapter 483 God of War Storm, Kyushu Moves Together

At the moment when Beizhou God of War Bei Mingleng fell, the heaven and the earth wept together, the whole country mourned together, the situation changed suddenly, lightning flashed and thundered;
At this time, there are many visions in Kyushu. In the land of Jiangzhou in Nanzhou, Nangong Wentian, the god of war in Nanzhou, was sitting on the table writing a book, but suddenly the brush in his hand broke, and his brows frowned slightly;

Nangong Wentian was silent for a long time, then got up and walked out of the study, looking at the dark clouded sky, looking to the north, his face was full of loneliness and helplessness, and there was a trace of pity.

"Hey, you've finally fallen, old opponent, it's a good journey!"

In the land of Dongzhou, Dongfang Lingyu and Ji Wushuang were fishing in Mount Ji. The fish was about to take the bait, and suddenly trembled, and the fish ran away in fright. However, Dongfang Lingyu remained motionless for a long time, with a trace of sadness in his eyes ;
"Old guy, what's wrong with you? The fish is gone!"

Ji Wushuang looked at Dongfang Lingyu with a strange expression, and instinctively felt that something was wrong with Dongfang Lingyu.

"He has fallen!"

"Ah? Fallen? Who fell? How do you know?"

Ji Wushuang was startled when he heard the words, and then he was puzzled. Dongfang Lingyu's nonsensical words made him quite unhappy.

"He finally made a choice, alas, one less confidant!"

After a long time, Dongfang Lingyu sighed and said such a nonsensical remark, which surprised and puzzled Ji Wushuang;
"Old guy, who has fallen, you tell me, I'm so anxious!"

Ji Wushuang was so angry that she hated this guy for being a fool, and glared at Dongfang Lingyu fiercely!
"Beizhou God of War, Beiming Leng!"

Dongfang Lingyu glanced at Ji Wushuang angrily, and said in a low voice, not in the mood to entangle with Ji Wushuang at this moment.

"Ah? Who? You said Beiming Leng, the God of War in Beizhou? How is this possible? He"

Speaking of this, Ji Wushuang also paused, and then smiled bitterly, hanging his outstretched hand to the side, and his face became serious.

"Hey, as a military commander, he devoted his whole life in military service, always winning every battle, and never failed; as a subject, he did things openly, loyally and faithfully, and he should be a role model for our generation;"

"As a father, he would not hesitate to sacrifice his life for the sake of his children; as a patriarch, he dared to go back to Beizhou alone for the sake of his own people. His courage, loyalty, and love are beyond my reach!"

Ji Wushuang showed admiration on his face, and in his words, he admired Bei Mingleng extremely, and every word of it, Dao Ming Beizhou God of War's loyalty, kindness, and courage!

"Yes, I hope his hard work will be rewarded. I hope that Beiming boy can cheer up and live up to brother Beiming's high expectations. This is also worthy of brother Beiming sacrificing himself for this."

Dongfang Lingyu also sighed and smiled wryly, feeling quite emotional and worried!
"Hehe, isn't your kid and apprentice both working under Beiming kid? Do you have confidence in them?"

Ji Wushuang rolled his eyes and said quite speechlessly!

"Hehe, isn't your guy's apprentice the same?"

"You idiot, I have confidence."

"When did I say I had no confidence?"

"Then what are you talking about?"

"You're going to duel with me, aren't you?"

"I'm afraid that a god of war is falling today!"

"Hmph, that depends on whether you are capable or not!"

In Xizhou, surrounded by mountains, in a valley, there is a temple. Inside the temple is a tall tower. Inside the tower, a majestic monk knocked on a fish and chanted scriptures. Suddenly, the wooden fish in his hand broke in two.

The monk paused, looking at the broken wooden fish in his hand, the monk remained silent for a long time!

"Hey, you finally fell. I advised you to retreat bravely. It's a pity that you have shown your sharpness. You have a good journey. I will send you a ride."

After finishing speaking, he continued to chant sutras, but he didn't knock on the wooden fish. The wooden fish was already stained with the monk's blood.
In the land of Central Continent, in Jixia Academy Palace, in a hall, there are more than a dozen old people who are dying;

Nine of them were sitting on the right, all of them were tough, like clanking iron bones, like generals who were about to erupt;

Suddenly, these people opened their eyes one after another, looked at each other, and finally all of them looked sad;
"Little Five is gone!"

One of them showed a trace of sadness on his face, and said in a mournful voice!
"Alas, a new generation of war gods will appear. They are old and should abdicate to make way for the virtuous. It's a pity that Xiao Wu has shown his sharpness and doesn't know how to retreat bravely. Alas, time is fate!"

The first person sighed, with a mournful face, and a trace of helplessness.

In the land of Mengzhou, in Tianming City, Murong Xuehu was practicing swordsmanship in a valley, not far away was a middle-aged man with a ruddy complexion, sitting on the side, quietly watching Murong Xuehu;

Suddenly, the weather changed rapidly, the clouds were dense, the thunder was rolling, and a sense of sadness lingered.

The old man stood up suddenly, looked towards the west, and remained silent for a long time.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Murong Xuehu didn't know why the master reacted so suddenly, so he asked softly.

"Don't talk, follow me to see off an old friend!"

The old man's tone was sad, and he just stood there quietly, looking towards the west, letting the rain wet his body.

On the border between Qiongzhou and Beizhou, Xiang Yu, the king of Western Chu, and Ran Min, king of the Northern Wei Dynasty, marched side by side, leading the army in front, heading towards Qiongzhou;

Suddenly the sky and the earth turned pale, and the wind and rain suddenly changed. Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, pulled the horse's reins suddenly, stopped, turned the horse's head, and looked to the northeast, which was Tianyin City, the king's city of Great Yin.

"Brother Xiang, what's the matter with you? There's nothing to see there. I'll find a place to hide from the rain. The weather can change at will, without any warning!"

Ran Min was quite surprised by Xiang Yu's reaction, suspiciously looked in the direction Xiang Yu was looking at, but didn't see anything, and cursed the devil in his mouth!
"The whole army rests in place, no orders, no rash actions, and those who violate the military law will be dealt with!"

Xiang Yu didn't care about Ran Min, and sternly shouted, his words could not be questioned;
And he himself drew out the sword in his waist, the long sword was unsheathed, and a silver light flashed. Behind him, the blood-colored cloak flew in the wind, dancing in the wind, and drifted towards the northeast!

"Brother Xiang, what do you mean?"

Ran Min instinctively saw that something was wrong with Xiang Yu, and asked with a solemn face!

"Not for anything else, just to send off an elder, a legend, and an opponent!"

Xiang Yu stood quietly, without turning his head, and said this sentence;

Ran Min seemed to have thought of something when he heard the words, and immediately gave the same order, following Xiang Yu to stand upright in the rain.

In the south of Mengzhou, following Bei Minghao's fainting, the team was in chaos. Fortunately, there were several generals who maintained it, and nothing went wrong.

In the tent, Beiming Haohao was lying on the bed, his eyes glazed over, as if he had lost his soul.

"My lord, what's wrong with you?"

Guo Jia and Jia Xu were companions, looking at the pale Bei Minghao with concern.

"The lonely king is fine, tell the lonely king honestly, has my father fallen?"

Bei Minghao looked at Guo Jia seriously, as if he was mentally prepared.

"My lord, in fact, you fainted because you were too tired."

"Tell me, has my father gone? Tell me."

Bei Minghao roared, his expression became extremely ferocious, like a beast, his eyes were blood red!
"My lord, my condolences, I'm afraid the Grand Duke has already fallen."

Guo Jia didn't know how to comfort her, so she could only bite the bullet and say it!
"Lord."

"The lonely king is tired, you go down, order the whole army, no troops are allowed within seven days, and order Yanhuang City, under the leadership of the lonely king, mourn for the father for seven days, within seven days, everything will be stopped."

After getting the answer, Bei Minghao's eyes darkened, and he remained silent for a long time, then gave an order in a low voice.

"Brother Zhan came to see the lonely king"

After finishing speaking, Bei Minghao never looked at Guo Jia again, and stared straight ahead blankly!

(End of this chapter)