Chapter 523: I am in the years, waiting for your return!

Since ancient times.
Prosperity must decline, the world is the most reasonable.
Ten years ago, after Ning Sheng became famous, this man has been firmly occupying the top spot in the martial arts field. How domineering?
just.
No one had thought that this magnificent era that belonged to him would be so short.
It seemed that he hadn't had time to appreciate his peerless demeanor. He who was once recognized as the "king of the inside and the sage of the outside" came to an end so quietly.
Instead, it was the huge stone sculpture that remained in the memorial square and watched the clouds rise and fall.
It is exactly the same as the statue of the marshal standing in Fengtian Province!
Different life experiences, in the end, have become the existence admired by the world one after another, and the audience will be incense sticks, endless.
However, after the exposure of Ning Sheng's identity, the first crown prince from the Ning royal family was once guessed by countless people whether his ultimate achievement could surpass the great Zu Ning Hetu?
Or sit on an equal footing, regardless of color?
It's a pity that all of this was on that day, and most of the prosperity of the martial arts giants were completely gone.
"Probably I really don't want to return to the royal clan, otherwise, with his Ning Xuanyuan's strength, teaching the Ning family and the whole clan, all with his head, how easy?"
"Speaking of Ningsheng, hey, Yanzihu has to mention that 700,000 people watched the battle by the lake, and the scene was more than a thrilling one?"
How can a romantic figure die?
Since Zhao Gongxin's burial, his departure, and half a year later, this large country with fast information and fairly complete modernization has retained the ancient business of "Mr. Storyteller".
They walked north and south, they spit wildly, talking about the great deeds of the big men, and they kept mentioning the young guy named Ning Xuanyuan and Ning Sheng.
"Ning Shuai, will he come back?"
In the restaurant in the afternoon, a group of people listened attentively. It was just a sudden problem that made the lively atmosphere of the small restaurant suddenly silent.
Will he come back? !
In just half a year, it is said that the length is not long, and the short is not short, but since Zhao Gongxin passed away, many things have seemed to be silent, but can be seen to change at a glance.
Lone smoke went straight to the border, and war broke out again.
Although there is more than one elite soldier in the country, it is a pity that it still lacks the spirit of swallowing mountains and rivers like a tiger, especially the battlefield in the southern region is like a mass of paste, and it only wins each other.
Now it is recognized that Kitano is the best player.
However, since ancient times, it is difficult to find a general in the battlefield. Kitano, where the overlord is absent, has a bad mental outlook. This is a very bad phenomenon. To put it bluntly, it is the lack of that soul figure!
Furthermore, there is a designation team, which disbanded a long time ago.
If that team is recalled collectively, as long as they go to the front line, within three days, they will be guaranteed to beat that group of enemies like grandchildren, and they will not be able to find North.
Helpless.
This team also came from Ning Xuanyuan.
He is not there, who can let these tiger-wolf divisions wear the armor again?
"For the first time in my life, I want to take another look at the Python flag!"
The sun and the moon are empty.
The python swallows the dragon, but I long live the undefeated army!
They are the most qualified team to carry the Boa Bird flag to fight in the South and the North.
It is precisely because of these reasons that everyone has to look forward to the return of Ning Xuanyuan!
After all, without mentioning that he is Ning Sheng, only on the battlefield, with him Ning Xuanyuan and his absence, two extreme situations are destined to present. This is a general who always wins, and his name has never been defeated.
A hearty commentary ended in silence.
How many diners with unfulfilled thoughts sat in the same place, dreaming in their minds, if Ning Xuanyuan returned, what kind of posture would he show up?
A figure standing at the forefront of the times, with such a strong cohesion and attention, is understandable.
"Let's go."
For a long time, in the pile of diners that have left one after another, two extraordinary figures of heroism have stood up.
A man with a sturdy back and waist, looks like his eyes are smiling, but in fact he has a cold temperament, like a murderous god.
After a single fist was defeated, his words and deeds were slightly regular, but his waist was too straight and handsome, like a javelin, standing upright.
The story of Mr. Storyteller is so contagious that everyone instinctively ignored the scene, and there are such a pair of heroic men.
"If it hadn't been for the eldest brother for many years, I would think that the storyteller knows elder brother better than Yuan."
"Haha, if he comes to listen to it in person, do you think he will blush?"
The two walked out the door, looked at the blazing red sun, and smiled at each other.
The battle at the border gradually tightened, and the southern team was stuck in the quagmire for a long time, and it was estimated that they were not far away from the expedition. However, before Ning Xuanyuan left, the entrusted task should also be completed.
A long journey.
Yuan Shu and Shi Zhijian finally arrived at a semi-hidden small villa near the capital, where Ning Xuanyuan once lived temporarily.
The sky is raining and the atmosphere is extremely depressing.
Near the entrance of the village, many villagers stood one after another, dressed in simple clothes and simple faces. It is estimated that they have never seen people like Yuan Shu and Shi Zhijian.
The crowd scattered all at once.
Yuan Shu frowned. Three days ago, the spies came to report that the old man surnamed Han, who they had been following a long time ago, was deteriorating. He wanted to visit him today. When he arrived at the destination, he found that the old man's body was more serious than expected.
"I want to meet the old village chief Han." Yuan Shu took the initiative to step forward and openly expressed his true intentions.
A young man looked at Yuan Shu in surprise, and did not ask much, "Please follow me."
The old houses, which have not been renovated for many years, are almost full of old people's belongings, and the more crowded bedrooms are for the sickly old people to rest with their eyes closed.
Seems to feel something?
This old man, who had been ridiculing Ning Xuanyuan for being too afraid of his wife, opened his eyes suddenly, and then he just stared at Yuan Shu and Shi Zhijian quietly.
Yuan Shu and Shi Zhijian stood side by side, silent.
After a long time, the old man moved a comfortable position, almost hoarse his voice, and asked intermittently, "Yes, is that him?"
The old man remembered that the young guy with shaggy beard and bright eyes liked to call him Ningwaer. Although he didn't get along well, he had a pleasant personality.
The old man remembers even more that this kid called himself, that person?
Unfortunately, I left without saying goodbye that day and never came back.
"It's him." Yuan Shu answered two words, not much explanation, but enough.
"Ning Shuai Ning Xuanyuan!"
The old man gritted his teeth, recalling these five words over and over again, his face was full of gratification, and he had no regrets when he met such an upright man in his late life.
Seven days later.
This old man, who had lived a lifeless life, had never experienced ups and downs in the past, and enjoyed the glory when he entered the land for peace.
Yuan Shu, Shi Zhijian.
The two carried the coffin.
Burial for the old guy.
Fourteen days later.
Wu Zhao Tian Wang Shi Zhijian went north, Yuan Shu went south, and the five-year border war began.
Ning Xuanyuan still hasn't returned!
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