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At night, Dugu Qi woke up. Tian Jue was already sitting by his bedside. Dugu Qi looked at Tian Jue and turned his head to the side. "Senior Brother, are you going to be executed? Senior Brother has let Master down."

"Senior brother has forgotten. I promised junior brother that if I win, I would do everything in my power to beg for junior brother's mercy." How can Junior Sister leave you behind? " Tian Jue smiled.

"You persuaded Master?" Dugu Qi turned around and looked at Tian Jue in shock.

"That doesn't count, right? Master never wanted anything to happen to him." As Tian Jue spoke, he got up to bring a bowl of porridge and said, "Senior Brother has been unconscious for three and a half days. This porridge is still warm. You can drink it while it's still warm."

Dugu Qi received the bowl of porridge, lowered his head, and finished it in a few seconds.

"Then can you tell me where I will go from now on?" Dugu Qi gave the bowl to Tian Jue and asked with concern.

After that, Tian Jue explained the matter of rebuilding the Guan Hai Sect to Si Ming and Da Shixiong. Dugu Qi was a wise man, so he immediately held Tian Jue's hand in joy and said, "Junior didn't send these two people to supervise. They are senior brothers' right hand men!"

"Senior brother, I am truly sorry for putting you in such danger." Tian Jue lowered his head with a bitter face.

"Junior brother, don't say it like that. It is an honor to guard the Southern Sword Sect, and supervising the Southern Sword Sect is also your responsibility. It is also the responsibility of the people who came out from the Wind and Rain Sect." Dugu Qi comforted her.

Dugu Qi and Tian Jue conversed for a long time. Tian Jue discovered that Dugu Qi had a sense of belonging to the Storm Sect. Perhaps every member of the Storm Sect had a sense of belonging to the Storm Sect.

This sense of belonging also gave rise to a sense of responsibility, a sense that would cause them to disregard their own safety. He began to believe that it was really a trap when he went to the north.

After Tian Jue left Dugu Qiong's mansion, he showed him one of the Sea Viewing Sect's secret martial arts techniques. He also told him where the secret martial arts techniques were hidden.

Every force would have a place to hide their martial arts secret manuals when they were in danger. Other than the core disciples and a few elders, no one knew about this place.

When Tian Jue left Dugu Qi's mansion, it was already late in the night. Just as he took two steps forward, a familiar figure appeared under the moonlight. Tian Jue grinned and said, "Little Senior Si Ming, you've waited for a long time."

"Lord, you're being too serious." Si Ming clasped his fists.

"Let's go. If there's anything we need, we can talk while we're walking." Tian Jue stepped forward and embraced Si Ming's shoulder.

Even though they said this, the two of them walked on as if they were strolling. After walking for some time, neither of them made a sound.

The moon slowly moved to the west from the center, shining down on the brick building. As the moon departed, the shadows of the two grew longer and longer. However, the two of them still did not speak, allowing the wind to blow softly into their ears.

Seeing that Tai He Temple had also turned, little Si Ming suddenly cupped his fists towards Tian Jue and greeted him. Tian Jue quickly supported little Si Ming with both hands, saying, "This trip is thousands of miles away. Master is in the Wind and Rain Sect, you must be careful."

"Guan Hai Sect has an extraordinary meaning to this junior and to the south. I hope little senior Si Ming can properly assist senior in establishing Guan Hai Sect to guard the southern border!" Tian Jue closed his eyes and said.

"Yes!"

Little Si Ming and Tian Jue had the longest relationship in the School of Wind and Rain. The two of them were not only related to each other, they also had a deep friendship.

Tian Jue had absolute trust in little Si Ming, and because of this trust, little Si Ming had to go to Dugu Qi's side.

The next day, Tian Jue, the Master and the Elders of the Storm Sect went to the Storm Sect to practice for the three of them. They watched the three of them leave, and only after they had disappeared did they return to the city.

In the blink of an eye, another year passed. The entire Central Plains surged with a wave of returns. The farmer who was in the middle of farming wearing coarse clothes carried his hoe and walked home after hearing someone call him.

Regardless of whether the crops were ready or not, his wife had prepared hot water for him to wash up. He carefully washed himself, not letting go of a single spot.

After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the farmer, wearing a long robe and carrying a long sword on his back, pushed open the door and walked out.

Although the farmer looked to be in his twenties, when he saw someone around his age waiting for him outside the door, he immediately cupped his hands and greeted, "Master, you've waited for a long time."

"Let's go back to the sect gate." That person nodded and said in an indifferent manner.

Before he left, the farmer who had changed his clothes couldn't help but turn around. His wife and son were standing at the door. Even from such a distance, he could still see his wife's teary eyes and his son's sobbing appearance.

Such a scene happened in almost every place in the Central Plains where people lived. Perhaps there would even be several such occurrences in a single place.

As they left, others were envious, while their families were reluctant and worried.

On foot or on horseback.

This return wind lasted for three months. After three months, the various sects and families started collecting food. The majority of the citizens were very active.

At the end of the Southern Ocean Continent, an old man with a white beard and a bag of rice in his hand was seen limping over to the Water sect's grain collection center.

At this time, the two disciples of the Underwater Sect saw what was going on and quickly ran over. One of them took the old man's food, and the other asked in a pained tone, "Elder, what are you doing? The rules state that anyone above the age of sixty-five will not have to pay for their food, not to mention that you have to come alone! "

"Young master, don't blame this old servant. The old servant and his son have died a terrible death under the Western Steel Cavalry, leaving only this old servant by myself. In these past few years, my body has been inconvenient and I can't store much food.

Although it was just a slight effort, it was the hard work of this old servant! They only hope to punish the Western barbarians next year. The old man turned and walked away, still limping.

This scene caused the eyes of the two disciples to fill with tears, causing the young man, who came to pay but was still dissatisfied, to feel extremely ashamed.

No one would have thought that when the old man reached the city wall, he would shout out, "Condemning the Western barbarians! Annihilate the Central Plains!"

After that, he crashed onto the city wall, causing a ruckus among the crowd. Although the Elder from the Underwater Sect was present, he was unable to stop the old man's actions.

No one would forget the insignificance and hopelessness of being under the Western barbarians.

In the blink of an eye, three months had passed.

The rest of the time, the various sects and aristocratic families practiced martial arts without a moment's rest.

One day in April, in a small wine pipe in the south, the host sat in a corner on the second floor, facing the distant mountain.

However, not one of the people in the tavern recognized these two because they were dressed normally.

"To suppress the Western barbarians, this is the best opportunity for the heroes to officially ascend to the stage of the Central Plains." The co-owner took a sip of the wine and said.

Far away, Shan quietly drank his wine without saying a word. He knew this, and he also knew that the Heroic Assassins hated the Western barbarians to the core.

"This is the suggestion of your disciple's brother, that's why I'm giving you this opportunity. Otherwise, with these five years of cultivation, just the clan's clan is enough to trample all over the Western barbarians."