Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 629 Why not enter reincarnation?

In the swamp.

Feng Qingyan looked at the soldiers kneeling in front of him and became a little confused. Did he really have a previous life?
Or the previous previous previous previous previous life?

At this time, he no longer asked whether he had recognized the wrong person, but was curious, if he did not enter the cycle of reincarnation, he could achieve immortality?

This is even more ridiculous, right?

Besides, they were already dead.

At this moment Feng Qingyan was a little horrified. Since they had already died, what were they?
ghost?
It doesn't look like a ghost.

He is the Ghost King, how could he not be able to tell the difference between a human and a ghost?
Since it is neither a human nor a ghost, then what is it?
Zombies?

On the surface, they do look somewhat similar.

But it's definitely not a zombie.

At this time, Feng Qingyan was a little confused about what these 100,000 soldiers were or what state they were in.

Since they are neither dead nor immortal, let us just call them the 100,000 immortal soldiers.

“Why not enter reincarnation?”

Feng Qingyan Road.

"I, have hatred!"

The black figure suppressed his voice and said, a murderous aura suddenly burst out of his body, and filled with rolling hatred, "The hatred of the destruction of my nine states!"

Kyushu?

Feng Qingyan frowned slightly. It was not the first time he heard the word "Jiuzhou".

At the foot of Wushan Mountain, he entered an indescribable mysterious realm and saw the deepest part of the north of the earth.

On that mysterious black line stand immortal monuments.

When a monument is erected, an ancient and vicissitudes of life sound along with it: "Bury me in the north of the earth, to guard my hometown; my hometown cannot be seen, but I will never forget it. Bury me in the south of the sky, to look at my continent; the nine provinces cannot be seen, so I can only cry. The sky is vast, the earth is boundless, above the sky and below the earth, there is sorrow——"

The sound of the funeral made him feel indescribable sorrow.

Hearing about the hatred of losing the Nine Provinces, Feng Qingyan felt sad for some reason.

"I am a man of Kyushu when I am alive, and I will be a ghost of Kyushu when I die!"

The black figure suddenly stood up, raised his head slightly and looked up at the dark sky, his cold eyes bursting with murderous intent like a long river.

"I am a man of Kyushu when I am alive, and I will be a ghost of Kyushu when I die!"

A hundred thousand undead soldiers stood up while roaring.

The roar shook the heavens and the earth.

At this time, not only the swamp was shaking violently, but even the dark sky was shaking, causing gusts of cold wind to rise from the heaven and earth, like the weeping of gods and the howling of ghosts, leaving no room for immortals or Buddhas to retreat.

"Please allow us to not enter the cycle of reincarnation, to be immortal, and to fight for the Nine Provinces forever."

The black figure requested again.

"Please allow us to not enter the cycle of reincarnation, to be immortal, and to fight for the Nine Provinces forever."

One hundred thousand undead soldiers requested.

Feeling sad, Feng Qingyan looked towards the dark sky and said slowly, "Approved!"

"Thank you, my emperor!"

"Thank you, my emperor!"

One hundred thousand immortal soldiers shouted loudly, as if they would never have to enter the cycle of reincarnation.

"My blood can protect you from entering the cycle of reincarnation and guarantee your eternal immortality." Feng Qingyan retracted his gaze and said, "Don't forget your promise."

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One hundred thousand undead soldiers knelt down and shouted, "We will never forget this!"

At this moment, a drop of blood gushed out from Feng Qingyan's fingertips. The blood grew bigger and bigger, turning into a large blood ball, which then fell like rain.

One hundred thousand immortal soldiers knelt motionless, letting the blood spill on their bodies.

When they merged into the blood, they seemed to exude an indescribable aura.

"Thank you, my emperor!"

One hundred thousand immortal soldiers bowed in worship.

Feng Qingyan nodded and said, "Don't forget your promise."

"How can we forget the hatred of losing our nine states?" said the black figure, and then he stood up. The 100,000 undead soldiers behind him stood up one by one.

At this time, the black figure saluted Feng Qingyan, then turned around and stared at the 100,000 immortal soldiers, shouting: "From now on, follow me to fight in the heavens. Do you regret it?"

"not regret!"

"not regret!"

"not regret!"

A hundred thousand undead soldiers roared in unison.

"Fighting in life, fighting after death, can you regret it?" "No regrets!"

"not regret!"

"not regret!"

One hundred thousand immortal soldiers were filled with fighting spirit.

"Follow me in the battle, and you will never be able to enter the reincarnation cycle. Do you regret it?"

"not regret!"

"not regret!"

"not regret!"

One hundred thousand immortal soldiers are ready to die.

"Do you regret it?"

A black figure walked onto the huge chariot, and his roar was like rolling thunder, shaking the heaven and earth.

"No regrets in life, no regrets after death!"

"We swear to follow the general till death and defend Kyushu forever!"

Hundreds of thousands of immortal soldiers remained unyielding until death
"If God doesn't bless us, we will bless ourselves!"

The black figure pointed angrily at the dark sky, and a murderous aura rose into the sky, as if it was killing the sky.

"If God doesn't bless us, we can bless ourselves."

A hundred thousand undead soldiers roared.

"I will defend my homeland again."

The black figure said.

“Follow!”

One hundred thousand undead soldiers knelt down.

"My emperor, we are leaving now."

The black figure on the huge chariot suddenly turned around and saluted Feng Qingyan.

Feng Qingyan did not say anything, and the black figure did not wait for Feng Qingyan to speak. He turned around and looked at the 100,000 kneeling undead soldiers, holding the bronze spear and pointing it suddenly forward.

A black light shot out, and the sky was suddenly torn apart, leaving a huge crack.

It seems to be a path leading to an unknown world.

"Follow me and kill into the sky."

The black figure pointed his spear forward and shouted angrily.

"Kill to the sky, protect my nine states, we will not die in ten thousand battles; with my blood, I will protect my nine states, forge my immortal military spirit, and I will not regret even if I die!"

One hundred thousand immortal soldiers roared, repeating the oath they made during their lifetime.

"attack!"

The black figure shouted.

One after another, terrifying chariots started moving, heading towards the torn crack, bursting with unrivaled momentum. Chariot soldiers followed closely behind, silent at the moment, but full of murderous intent.

See death as home!

When they stepped onto the crack in the sky, a hundred thousand immortal soldiers sang loudly:

"I don't have clothes, but I share my robe with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spears and halberds. We share the same enemy! I don't have clothes, but I share my clothes with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spears and halberds. We share the same enemy! I don't have clothes, but I share my robe with you. When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my armor and weapons. We share the same enemy!"

The song is ancient and vicissitudes of life, exuding a sense of silent tragedy.

Feng Qingyan watched as the 100,000 immortal soldiers sang and marched away singing with fearless defiance, and his heart could not calm down for a long time.

Where exactly is Kyushu?
What is worth dying for?

This is true for the emperor at the end of the earth, and so are the 100,000 undead soldiers before him.

At this moment, he thought of the ancient ballad he heard at the end of the earth, and he sang softly: "Long years, long songs; a drop of bitter wine is a history book; a drop of blood is a monument; watch the smoke waves of the ages, listen to the people singing for hundreds of generations..."

Ugh--

He sighed, looked up at the sky and said: "Guardians of Jiuzhou, I wish you will never die in a hundred battles and never enter the cycle of reincarnation..."

Speaking of which.

Feng Qingyan, who had been feeling sad, suddenly came to his senses. Wait, something seemed to be wrong.

Who says there is no clothes? Isn’t it the Qin Feng "Wu Yi" in the Book of Songs?

How can they sing?

Aren't they soldiers from ancient times?
At this time, Feng Qingyan's face was full of confusion, and he felt terrified as if he had seen a ghost. Could it be that the Book of Songs had traveled through time?

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(End of this chapter)