Dongjiang!

Tan Weiran, dressed in a blue shirt, looks like a young man. Tang Xinyun is wearing a blue and white long skirt, which looks particularly charming. When they look at it alone, they must be outstanding people. Unfortunately, I don’t know if their temperaments are in conflict. They stand together like siblings, or even like siblings, but not like couples.

It's very strange, and people can tell at a glance.

“It’s really good to feel down-to-earth.”

After getting ashore, Tan Weiran sighed with guilt. Tang Xinyun, who was beside him, knew the youngest's problem and laughed all the way.

Tan Weiran blushed and made a statement that he was not afraid of water. Tang Xinyun was so happy that he was not afraid of water, but he couldn't swim, so he couldn't learn anything.

Besides, is it worth pride for not being afraid of water? She is not afraid of food yet. If she doesn’t believe it, she will bring her a bowl of rice and see if she is afraid.

Tan Weiran aimed at the opportunity and smiled and asked her senior sister that she was definitely not afraid of fish bones. Tang Xinyun's aura disappeared. This was a blow to the head. Who told her to like eating fish, but she thought fish bones were very annoying.

The desolate Dongjiang River is beyond words, but it is inevitable that it is deserted.

It was much deserted than one or two months ago. At that time, the Dongwu Army was in a tide of offensives, and there were always some businessmen who were willing to take the risk for business for the sake of profit. With the rumors of the Dongwu Army's defeat, the risks increased dramatically, and the number of people who dared to come up to do business suddenly decreased.

After careful inquiries, I understood. Several locals who were asked to do so kindly reminded the two good-looking people, "It is better for you to leave early. The Dongwu Army retreated here. The Dongjiang River is probably going to fight back soon."

Recovering the lost land? Tang Xinyun was surprised. She heard that Dongwu Hou had a good reputation and was quite popular. Why did the people here seem to be indifferent? She thought to herself and asked just this question.

The old man pounded his pipe, his turbid eyes were a bit extraordinary cunning: "No matter how hard he hits, everyone has to eat and live..."

Tan Weiran and Tang Xinyun couldn't help but laugh, "No, people have to have a meal to live. Even if they have cultivated into the realm of tragic disaster, some things will not change." With thoughtfulness, they each have some gains to keep moving forward.

Occasionally, the tired and difficult faces of the warriors of the East Wu Army gave people the feeling of being almost crushed by pressure. Even Tang Xinyun could see at a glance that something was wrong in the East Wu Army.

Even outside a restaurant, you can see two gangs of monks who were obviously from the Dongwuhou power quarreling and scolding each other, blushing and thick necks.

Depressed, disappointed, frustrated, weakened... Everything you can find in failure seems shocking.

Tang Xinyun was shocked. Finally, she understood why Master said that what the disciples lacked was more understanding of failure.

Xu Daoning’s meaning is not that he really wants his disciples to deliberately experience failure and die prematurely, but that he hopes that his disciples can understand what failure is in the future.

For Tang Xinyun and Zhou Dapeng and others, the demise of the sect is a huge failure that everyone has experienced together. Without the tempering of that experience, Tang Xinyun would not know what real pressure is, what failure is, and what strength is.

Tan Weiran's brows gradually became deeper. Judging from the situation along the way, the Dongwu Army was in a very bad situation. Almost most people believed that the Dongwu Army would probably return in a big defeat.

It should be noted that two months ago, the Eastern Wu Army was still in power. It was more than 8,000 miles into the territory of the Batian King. As a result, it was turned over by the Batian King in just two months.

Compared with his previous life, at least the situation in the Dongwuhuang Realm has become unrecognizable. Tan Weiran remembers it very clearly that before this point in his previous life, the King of Heaven was defeated by his parents. Unexpectedly, for some reason, the King of Heaven struggled tenaciously until now.

Obviously, this change was caused indirectly by Tan Weiran himself, although he was not clear about it.

If you can't even deal with the situation, you can't help but talk about unifying the world. If you can't unify the world, then everything will be done.

For an ambitious king and prince, unifying the homeland is one of the most important things. In fact, one sentence is enough: Throughout history, all kings and princes across the world have started with unifying the homeland.

The main premise of a cross-world expedition is that there must be a stable rear.

“Huh…”

Tang Xinyun's surprise woke Tan Weiran up from his thoughts. When he calmed down, he saw a large number of soldiers who always seemed weak, dragging their eyebrows and slightly scattered, scattered at the intersection of the street into teams and shouting doors from door to door:

"The Marquis of Dongwu has an order that the Batian Army is about to attack the city. This place will become a dangerous war zone. Please bring your family and move out of the city as soon as possible."

"The Marquis of Dongwu has an order..."

A large number of soldiers were divided into groups of people according to each street and every market, shouting and posting notices from street to street, and persuaded locals to leave the city from door to door.

The shouts of men and women, and the crying of children suddenly rang over the city. Some people scolded Dongwu Hou and Batian Wang not anything, and some people asked loudly whether the soldiers could not leave!

The soldiers' answer was very simple: "If you don't leave, you deserve it if you die, don't blame me for not giving up the notification."

Some people ran around and anxiously asked when they would come back, what should they do if the house items at home were lost and damaged, etc. The soldiers' answers were still simple. If the war was over, they could come back when they were safe. When it was safe, you would know when it was safe.

The people and soldiers in the city were entangled and noisy, as if there were crying and shouting at their parents everywhere.

Even wealthy families who are reserved to think that "so what if the Dongwu Hou occupied this city, the old man will still live a happy life" must not be afraid of robbery. The Dongwu Army is well-known here, and the Batian Army is not bad either. The key is that once the battle starts, it will be no more serious and no one can care about it.

The Dongwu Hou ordered the evacuation of the people in the city, which was clearly determined to fight the cruel battle to defend the city.

The quick-thinking person quickly thought of this and left quickly. Tan Weiran and Tang Xinyun exchanged a look and immediately accelerated their pace.

When he arrived at the temporary garrison of the Dongwu Army, he handed the letter of worship given by his mother Xu Ruosu to the guards. Tan Weiran suddenly felt something. When he looked back, his eyes suddenly froze on the face of a man among the group.

A group of people surrounded a man in black robe. The man was wearing a robe that was the princes and princes. His demeanor was concise and buried deeply in his heart. It was like a mountain range holding the earth, and his body contained powerful spiritual power.

In terms of appearance, this man is not outstanding, but his face lines show some edges and corners, showing a very masculine spirit. Among the people, it is the most eye-catching thing with his personal unique demeanor.

In addition to the color of the robe and robe, the other robes of the princes are regulated, and any knowledgeable ones can be identified at a glance.

At this time, the robes and clothes of the princes can only appear on one person.

Father talks about chasing!

Tan Weiran's heart paused for a moment. He let out a light breath with dizziness, and it was very difficult to slowly suppress the surging and exciting mood.

Little did he know that his appearance and temperament were as eye-catching as he could see. When he fell into Tan Zhui's eyes, he could tell that he was his own child at a glance.

My son is here!

Tan Zhui Yi Shu's brows, Ning Su's expression was replaced by a kind of joy and laughter from the bottom of his heart: "Son, when did you come?"

Tan Weiran found that he could not remember the appearance of his father in his memory, and his face was completely blurred. There was only a silhouette of a man who was marked as "father" and was silent in his memory.

Staring at his now-restricted father, a name that made Tan Weiran feel unfamiliar and dry, he deposited in his throat for a while, he hesitated a little, and finally slowly shouted:

"father!"

In fact, the two names "father" and "mother" are not that difficult to speak.

…………

Whether it is the two names "father" and "mother", before he spoke, Tan Weiran felt three differences in his heart. He always felt that he could not shout it out.

After all, I feel resentful.

His past and present life combined, in hundreds of years, with the memory of his memory, he only saw these parents four times, and the total was only four times. It was simply a pair of seriously unqualified parents. It was like throwing away the child when he was born.

It is natural to have resentment in your heart, and it is natural to be awkward. After all, Tan Weiran has never really gotten along with his parents intimately. Besides, he has not seen his parents for hundreds of years in his past and present life, and he can't even remember what his parents look like.

If Tan Weiran was young and energetic, he would definitely fight with his parents. He would not be willing to call him. However, he was not really under twenty years old.

The first shout came out, and after passing the psychological level, the awkward feeling suddenly decreased a lot.

For Tan Weiran, it was because he hadn't seen his parents for hundreds of years. For Tan Zhui and Xu Ruosu, it was just seven or eight years. Tan Zhui recognized his son at a glance, but not only because Tan Weiran looked like Xu Ruosu, but also because Tan Zhui had the appearance of his son when he was eleven or twelve years old.

Therefore, although Tan Zhui realized that his son was a little uncomfortable, he thought that he and his son had not seen each other for seven or eight years, so he was relatively unfamiliar.

After a few questions about how Tan Weiran came about, Tan Zhui took the lead in caring about the safety of his friends: "Xiaoran, is it still not the clues of your master Xu Daoning?"

"There is a clue that the master must be still there, but his whereabouts are unknown." Even Tan Weiran was knowledgeable, he could not speculate that the master could escape the pursuit of Mingxin Sect at that time, because in the scope he knew, there were many ways to escape, whether it was active or passive.

The more there are, the harder it is to guess clues and whereabouts. However, when people live, they have hope of reunion. Xu Daoning and Fu Chong, who are also missing, are the same.

"That's good." Thinking of my friends who were missing, I talked about chasing them for a while.

He and Xu Daoning are really in love with each other. They are about the same age, have similar cultivation and strength, and even have a temper. The two of them don’t have much contact, especially one of them becomes the head and the other fights the world, most of them are in correspondence, but they also regard each other as one of their best friends.

Talk about the fragmented narratives and some fragmentary things. In his words, Tan Weiran was clearly regarded as a young man under twenty years old, and obviously did not mean to treat Tan Weiran as an adult.

Tan Weiran had no choice but to stop and said seriously: "Dad, don't talk about the fragmentary things, I have something to say."

Seeing his serious look, Tan Zhui couldn't help but smile, hiding an indifferent expression: "Okay, son, you said."

Tan Weiran smiled, concise and concise: "There was an accident in the rear. Luzhou Wan rebelled and colluded with external forces such as the Ba Tianwang intercepted and killed Niang, and all of them were wiped out. Jiang Yuancao took advantage of the situation to attack Yunzhou. Niang meant to ignore it for the time being. So, we came to the front line to support it."

The Talk, which was always as stable as Mount Tai, finally changed his mood and calmed down his violent fluctuations: "You? Who?"

"Mom, as well as the ancestor Mingkong, senior sister, Ni Zhou and others... They all hid on the other side of the Dongjiang River, waiting for a decisive battle in order to achieve their achievements in one battle. Oh, I almost missed..."
Chapter completed!