Longevity starts with learning

Death is not the end.

When it opened its eyes again, it was another reincarnation.

It had experienced countless reincarnations.

It was still young, and the boy in front of it was still carefree and playing on the street...

It could probably understand what was going on, but the reason and how to break the situation were still too difficult for it to understand.

It only knew that as long as it could find him, its real master, its master would definitely take it out of this strange cycle.

Just like every time it encountered danger and disaster, its master would take it through.

And the boy in front of him, although everything was the same as his master, he... was not his master.

Who... was he?

The limited wisdom could not figure out the reason for this question.

The poor qualifications and imperfect wisdom of the secular dog also meant that without the help of external forces, it could only rely on instinctive memory to barely absorb the pitiful and scarce spiritual energy.

It was a blessing to be able to live a little longer than ordinary dogs. As for the rest, it could do nothing.

Time passed by little by little, as if the scene was replayed, the boy played carefree, until that day, when the bad news came.

On this day, in front of it, the boy was knocked down by the bad news and fainted on the ground again.

This time, the puppy, who was originally dead, seemed to have noticed something and stood up subconsciously. It stared at the boy who collapsed on the ground, and its lifeless eyes showed a spirit and unspeakable willfulness.

"Woo woo woo..."

The puppy rushed forward, whimpering, and kept rubbing against the boy, as if trying to wake up the boy, the master it had been waiting for.

I don't know when the boy woke up slowly, his eyes were still dull, as if he had not yet woken up from the pain of losing his father.

The puppy raised his head, circled around the boy, and wagged his tail happily.

The boy was still in a daze. In the next few days, the scene was repeated again, and it was also in front of it. The boy was in a daze, and the funeral was barely completed.

Nanshan was full of white banners, and everyone was in mourning.

The funeral and burial were almost on the same day.

The boy dragged his tired body back to the room and collapsed on the bed, his eyes were dull and he looked sluggish.

The puppy lay on the side of the bed, looking at the boy with his head raised, obviously puzzled.

It was very sure that the boy now was the master it had been waiting for.

But its master... didn't seem to recognize it?

Wangcai raised his head and looked around the room, his smart eyes flickered slightly, and after a moment, he suddenly got up, jumped up, took down the patrol sword hanging on the wall, held the sword in his mouth and rushed to the bedside, raised his head and handed the sword to the boy.

At this moment, the boy seemed to have just come back to his senses. He turned his head to look at the puppy holding the saber, with a puzzled look on his face, but he still got up from the bed.

The moment he took the saber, the boy seemed to be a little absent-minded. The long sword was unsheathed, and the rusty blade still had a little chill.

After a long time, the boy seemed to have just come back to his senses. After looking at the puppy with expectation in his eyes, he sat down in front of the door with the long sword.

A whetstone, a bucket of clear water, and a long sword.

It seemed like time had reappeared, but the boy was still the same boy.

The puppy still raised his head and looked at the boy, his eyes full of expectation.

But in the end, this expectation slowly faded.

The three-foot blade was cold and sharp, but the boy was bored. After the blade was sheathed, he collapsed on the bed again, full of sorrow.

A few days passed, and just like every reincarnation before, the boy took over his father's legacy and once again took on the post of inspector.

Wearing a patrol armor and a patrol sword.

The boy entered the mine day after day.

But this time, the cycle that was almost repeated in the past had an unprecedented change after the boy took on the post of inspector.

The peace of Nanshan Town, which should have continued to be peaceful, was also completely broken.

With the same order, Qinghe County, which had just lost all the corvée inspectors in the county town and was almost full of white flags, was also in turmoil because of this Nanshan mine.

Large numbers of inspectors went to various villages and towns, and in just over a month, thousands of corvées were conscripted.

It was undoubtedly that the people of Qinghe County, who were already overwhelmed, were once again burdened with heavy corvée.

The so-called officials forcing the people to rebel has once again become a reality.

That village hidden in the mountains rebelled.

The county inspectors gathered, and the boy was in charge of the inspection duties, so he was naturally among the assembled ranks.

Hundreds of inspectors marched to the mountain village in a mighty manner. Before entering the mountain, they were caught off guard by the mountain people who had been working in the mountains for many years.

The boy was no exception. He fled in panic and was at a loss in this chaotic crowd.

When the team regrouped and entered the mountain again, it was like a nightmare for the boy, which was opened again.

The dense forest was dark, the snow was all over the sky, and every place in the mountain was full of dangers.

He didn't know where there would be fatal dangers, and he didn't know where there might be fatal traps. He didn't know when he would lose his life in these endless mountains.

The young man followed his fellow inspectors carefully forward. The three-foot blade could not give him any psychological comfort. The elusive figure and the powerful martial arts were simply not something that ordinary people could resist.

Their existence was cannon fodder, a bait to attract those elusive beings to attack, and then the martial arts masters among the inspectors would attack and kill them.

In the dense forest, a man in black flew down from the sky, and the cold knife light bloomed in the dense forest. A trace of blood gushed out one after another. The dazzling scarlet color was extremely conspicuous even in this darkness, falling on the snow.

The dog cub jumped up and knocked the dying boy away.

The young man was still in shock, and he saw the dog cub who saved his life fall under the blade. Before he could react, the blade followed closely, and a trace of knife light sank into the boy's neck with almost no hindrance.

The boy's eyes went dark, and he completely lost consciousness.

When the boy died, this world was like a broken mirror, shattered in the blink of an eye, but the next moment, it returned to its original state.

The town under Nanshan was still peaceful.

The streets were still noisy with people coming and going, and the gate was pushed open again, and the middle-aged man in patrol armor walked out.

In the yard, the boy smiled carefreely, and the puppy lay quietly under the eaves, his eyes were smart, but a little confused...

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