Durin's Diary

Chapter 866: Sky versus Moon

"Has anyone of you seen your little old master?" Madam Qi looked at the Zhulong cubs not far away.

The children all shook their heads in confusion.

Madam Qi had become accustomed to the fact that this old man would suddenly disappear and then suddenly reappear after an unknown period of time.

So she could only smile and invite the children to have some snacks.

Chief Ping, who was sitting on a chair nearby, could only remain silent as he watched this scene - he knew where the old man had gone, but he also understood that the old man did not want anyone to disturb him. Madam Qi was too young as the Candle Dragon, so young that she was not even half the old man's lifespan.

A long life does not always bring happiness. In this world where we face separation and death every day, what could be more terrifying than tomorrow?

His secretary, the petite halfling Candle Dragon, stood beside him and asked, "Chief Ping, are you still unwilling to tell Madam Qi about the location of the old master?"

"What's the point of telling him? He's such a stubborn old man. He doesn't want to tell me, but I tell him. Do you think he will kill me?"

"That's true, but... I always feel that after all these years, Madam Qi should finally get what she wants."

"Nothing in this world can come true as you wish." Chief Ping has his own opinion on this.

He half-lay on the chair, watching the children lining up happily waiting for the distribution of fruits and cakes, and couldn't help but think of the past.

Back then, he was still young and had just awakened the blood of the Candle Dragon. As a giant, he was very stupid and couldn't even awaken the technique at the beginning. But when the old master found him, he still encouraged him very sincerely.

Now, he has become the first chief in the history of Zhulong Academy.

"By the way, where did the old master go? You won't even tell me."

"I'm telling you, you'll tell Madam Qi when you turn around. If I'm killed by the old master, I'll make sure he kills you first." Chief Ping said sarcastically.

When the secretary heard that his life was also in danger, he immediately calmed down.

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At the same time, the little old man who was being searched for and explored was standing in the cemetery under the moonlight.

He looked at the tombstone of Liu Chenglong in front of him... This was the descendant of his old friend. Liu Shang'er, who was stationed in Shanhaiguan at the time, must have never thought that his descendants would use their talents and knowledge from generation to generation to become the commander-in-chief of the navy. This young man spent his whole life serving Chang Tang, and then his grandson also served Chang Tang from generation to generation, until that day, he broke off all ties with the descendants of his old friend.

He was meddling in too many matters, but the world was so big, was there anyone else to take care of it? Before that, the Marine Corps was just a subordinate unit of the Navy. They did the dirtiest and most tiring work, ate worse than others, used worse things than others, and even lived worse than others.

But there were many such people in the three passes and four seas, so no one would care about such things until that day when 6,000 warriors landed on Luzon Island.

If there had been a few more air cover, if there had been a few more battleship bombardments to block the monster's waves of attacks, those children who died on the beach would have been able to come back safe and sound.

So many people died on the battlefield, can't your children die too?

That year, I returned to Shangjing with this question in mind and asked it when I killed the traitor.

He couldn't answer.

So the old man killed all of his family, and also killed many people who were willing to die for their friends.

Later, the old friend's child stood up and questioned why he, an army marshal, had the right to kill a navy man. Yes, he was indeed not qualified, so the old man took the initiative to resign. From that day on, there was no longer Marshal Mo in the world, only a little old man who had committed a crime and made a mistake.

It was also because of this that I severed all ties with the Liu family.

People on this land come and go, so it’s better to live here.

But when the news of the young man's death came, the old man hardened his heart and did not attend his funeral, even though his children sent three groups of messengers to deliver the message.

Thinking of this, the old man took out a bottle of wine from his pocket, pulled out the cork, and poured the wine on the grave.

This brand of wine is not big, it is called Yumenguan, and it is made by a local winery. His ancestors liked this wine the most, so the family passed down the habit of drinking this wine. Although it sounds a bit weird for a navy family to drink the army's generic brand of wine, it doesn't matter, right?

Just like Field Marshal Mo, he has a large group of young men working in the Air Force. They shed their blood in the sky and fight for the future of hundreds of millions of people.

In fact, there is no conflict between the navy and the army in Chang Tang. We are all bleeding for this land. It’s just that I will kill the traitors you can’t kill, I will squeeze out the pus you can’t pick out, and I will take care of the things you can’t take care of.

That's it.

After pouring out the wine, the old man took out a cigarette, lit it, and placed it on the grave of his old friend.

He could hardly remember the smile of his old friend when he was young. He only remembered the haggard and wrinkled face of the old monkey lying in bed when he last saw him.

My father once said that if you try to make friends with people of another race, you will regret it one day.

Yes, the old man did regret it later, because he found that all his friends were dead, and then their descendants were also dying, so he regretted being friends with these friends, regretted watching their family members die in the battlefield generation after generation, regretted watching the head of their family finally die of old age in bed, regretted watching their widow live with regrets, and even more regretted watching their children... go through the same old path.

Perhaps in a few days, more young people will come here, and perhaps among them there will be descendants of the Mo family.

But I have no regrets. The people of Changtang have suffered too much hatred and pain. This old path will never end. Just like the people in this world are not only monsters and puppet skeletons who eat people, but also alien species and those with beastly hearts.

Therefore, he was just afraid that one day, if he really killed all the enemies in these three passes and four seas, where would the Chang Tang people find new enemies?

The old man was not like his descendant Durin, who deeply understood the meaning of endless desire and struggle, so he had no fear of slaughter.

The old man had been fighting alien races and monsters all his life. He didn't even dare to think about changing his enemy, because as soon as he thought about it, the memories of the past would become extremely clear.

His former friends had fought for their lives, his former brothers had fought to the death, he had seen this too much in the West Continent.

Some people say that people live in each other's memories. When everyone of an era dies, it means that all the people of that era become a page in a history book or a line of words in a storybook.

So he really didn't dare to think about it.

But I dare not even think of the idea of ​​keeping enemies outside the three passes and four seas and nurturing them to harm myself...

If I don't kill all the enemies in these three passes and four seas, how can I, a living person like me, be worthy of those who died in their youth.

You know, old friends, people like you who die young and no longer look at the future... are truly lucky.

(End of this chapter)