Reborn Conceited Soldier

"Oh?" The man turned his head to look at the old man and an invisible pressure came pressing down on him. The old man's heart trembled and he quickly said: "Commander, I …" "I don't know what's going on either. I don't know where this group of people came from, but I didn't dare to come in contact with them. After the other three met with mishap, I hid away until the Lord Commander gave out his signal before I dared to come out to meet you."    

    

The old man was afraid that the man would blame the other three deaths and one disappearance on him, so he quickly explained.    

    

However, when the man heard this, his aura instantly disappeared and was instead surprisingly calm. He slowly turned around and stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the bustling capital without saying a word. It was as if the air had congealed, and there was a mysterious pressure in the air that made it hard for people to breathe.    

    

"Hehe …" In the end, you still came? " After a long while, the man suddenly sighed. This was because, when they were at the peak of the Divine Transformation realm and about to step into the fairyland, they would be found by others, telling them of a shocking conspiracy.    

    

Many people were surprised, frightened, angry, fearful, hesitant, and so on. Whether it was the people who were moved or not, they had already known about it for a long time. However, no one could say it out loud. It was because the people who came for them were people that no one wanted to see. It also allowed many people to understand one frightening technique — Curse Technique.    

    

This curse had been passed down for a long time and was well-known for it. Who knew how many people were at a loss whether to laugh or to cry? Even today, when this person's name was transmitted into the world, he had become a character that was akin to an emissary.    

    

In simple terms, it was a curse that no one who was affected by it was allowed to reveal. Otherwise, they would be surrounded by bad luck until their death. There had once been people who didn't believe in evil and this sort of strange and shocking thing. But in the end, the truth was that the person from the Conferred God Battle was actually so bold and powerful.    

    

"You may leave! If you want to live, then find Shen Qianli. Maybe he has a way to live for you, but if you want to die, then pretend that I never said anything! " The man sighed. Since this matter had already begun, it was unlikely that it would end in such a sorry state. Perhaps it was time to end this matter!    

    

"Ah …" "Commander." When the old man heard this, he froze on the spot. He didn't know what was going on at all, how did it involve Shen Qianli, and shouldn't he immediately report this matter to Palace Master to find out who was so daring? Why did he feel that the commander today was very different from before?    

    

However, seeing that the man didn't even turn his head around, he didn't have the courage to ask why. He could only nod in confusion. "Yes …"    

    

The man waved his hand, signaling the old man to retreat. Then he let out a long sigh and quietly looked down the tall building. A complicated expression appeared in his eyes. There was pain, happiness, reminiscence, and struggle. He was like a little bird that had leaped into the sky, traversing the mountains and rivers before returning to the little bird nest he had once been when he was crawling and learning how to fly.    

    

"I wonder if anyone still remembers Chen Wenxian's name, maybe..." There's no more of it! " As the man spoke, his face showed helplessness, bitterness, self-mockery, and fear hidden in the deepest depths of his eyes. Everything melded together, causing him to be in an indescribable state of disarray.    

    

The scissors kept cutting, but it was still messy.    

    

Perhaps this was what he was feeling at this moment! Over the years, every time he passed by the capital, he would choose to stay at an inn, inn, or even a hotel to stay at the side, looking for a place where he could overlook the area. He would silently look at the area where the land was flourishing, from the sharp buildings with four corners to the expanded courtyard, before turning into a dilapidated wall, a brick building, and a wooden house. At one point, it had even become a place for people to feed pigs and turn them into cattle. In the end, it became one of the pride of the entire Chinese people, covering hundreds of acres in a grandiose manner.    

    

Standing in the center of political culture in China, there are countless talented people, peaches and plums all over the world. However, what most people saw was the brilliance and prosperity of reality, and they had long since forgotten its roots and its origins. But was it really important to forget?    

    

The man turned around and slowly walked to the side of the wardrobe and opened its doors. The wardrobe only had one piece of clothing, and it was a silk robe with eight colored patterns embroidered on the cuffs. It gave off a holy and pure aura.    

    

He gently touched this piece of clothing with a reminiscent look on his face, as if he had returned to the golden throne room. With a wave of the emperor's hand, this garment was brought before him by the chief eunuch.    

    

"Time is like a song, light as a dream, the light of the heavens is like a rainbow. Perhaps … It's about time for everything to end! " "He picked up the clothes and carefully unfolded them before slowly putting them on. The whole process was extremely focused and serious, as if what he did was not the simple thing of putting them on, but rather a work that a great artist intended to pass on.    

    

After putting on the clothes, the man's aura suddenly underwent a tremendous change, like a spiritual spring shower. His gaze seemed to carry an indescribable indifference and tolerance, taking in everything in its sight. His tall and straight body seemed to have seen a great scholar with his hands behind his back, looking at the mountains and rivers without any joy or sadness.    

    

It was a type of boldness, a boldness that had long since disappeared from this world. Now, it had reappeared once more.    

    

"I've seen it change before, but it can't see me change at all. Maybe this is the last time, so let's just let it have a good look!" I also want to have a good look at it. The ancients were still right. Sometimes, people would never let go of their prejudices until the very last moment. Only when life and death are no longer the matters of life and death left in their hands did they let their mind and heart go. "    

    

Only he could understand the bitterness that came with this smile. Over the years, he had passed by this place countless times, yet he was only like an old monk admiring the blossoming of lotuses, gazing at it from afar, yearning for it. There was always a boundary in his heart that could be viewed from afar, but not mocked.    

    

He turned his head to look at the window. His eyes were like those of a devout believer, burning with passion.