"I forgot." Jiang Siming replied in an old voice.

"Old man, why don't you come back to the city with me? It's too dangerous to be alone on this border." The young soldier said with some worry.

The old Jiang Siming was at a loss for a moment. Then he calmed down and said calmly, "No, this is my home. Many people are waiting. I should have gone home long ago." Jiang Siming

What Ming said made the young soldier confused.

The young soldier insisted again and again, and Jiang Siming closed his eyes. The young soldier had no choice but to turn around and leave silently.

That night, the enemy army attacked the southern border troops at night. The city gate was lost, and the city was in flames. The enemy soldiers were burning, killing and looting everywhere, and the fields were wailing.

A young soldier covered in blood stumbled up to Jiang Siming.

"General! I know who you are! I ask you to save the people in the city!" The young soldier almost roared to Jiang Siming. He is the God of War, and one man and one sword defend the city. The young soldier has placed all his hopes on Jiang Siming at this moment.

On the gray-haired Jiang Siming.

Jiang Siming seemed not to hear, still sitting cross-legged like a dead tree.

Jiang Siming listened to the sound of fighting in the distance, and his mind flashed back to his high-spirited self from time to time, and his brothers who were killed because of his pride and self-reliance.

Two lines of turbid tears quietly slipped from the corners of the dry eyes.

"General! As long as the pioneer general Jiang Siming dies, our southern country will not be destroyed!" The young soldier always believed.

"Yes! It's a pity that I'm going to die!" Jiang Siming opened his mouth slightly, slowly raised his heavy eyelids, and stood up with difficulty. He looked at the rusty Immortal Killing Sword still standing there beside him.

"Run away! After tonight, Jiang Siming will no longer exist. Just help me bury it under this land!" Jiang Siming's hand like a dead tree once again grasped the hilt of the Immortal Killing Sword. His frail body once again spread out.

Showing majestic murderous aura.

The young soldiers had tears in their eyes. Jiang Siming was the faith of the southern soldiers. Now that faith has returned, it turned out to be the last time he sang a war song.

The young soldier was followed by pursuers.

"I am not a hero. Those who are buried in this ground without even a chance to leave their names are the real heroes." Jiang Siming's hoarse voice reminded him again.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Jiang Siming seemed to hear the roar of the soldiers that day again.

A little cold light, the sword comes out like a dragon.

After that night, everyone knew that Jiang Siming was dead and was nailed to the city wall alive. No one dared to collect the body, but one night, Jiang Siming's body disappeared inexplicably.

Jiang Siming regained consciousness and found that he was still in the white space.

"Is everything before false?" Jiang Siming suddenly said with a lot of experience. A mere 12-year-old body, but the mind has lived a whole life.

Looking at the Immortal Killing Sword in the distance, Jiang Siming smiled faintly. He walked slowly, and this time Jiang Siming finally succeeded in reaching the Immortal Killing Sword. Pulling out the Immortal Killing Sword, Jiang Siming couldn't help shouting "Kill! Kill!"

kill!"

Jiang Siming waved the Immortal Killing Sword unconsciously, his murderous aura becoming more and more intense. The sword energy cut through the space one after another, and the white space began to shatter.

Jiang Siming suddenly sheathed his sword. He had just realized a self-created soul skill.

The power of killing is not to kill innocent people indiscriminately. Kill the invading enemies, kill the unfaithful and unjust, kill the treacherous villains, and kill the unrighteous king. Kill all the darkness in exchange for a lifetime of light.

"Great Bright Sword Song."

Too many soldiers have sacrificed their lives to protect their homes and country, but their ending may be that they are thrown into the wilderness and end up nameless. They will not retreat. Behind them are their relatives and the country.

"Ding, warning warning. The host has jailbreaking behavior and is forced to exit the second stage of the mirror space."

"What's going on?" Jiang Siming regained consciousness again and suddenly appeared on the grounds of the Qibao Glazed Sect.

"Sect Master! Go and report to the Sect Master, Jiang Siming is awake!" The servant next to him hurriedly reported to Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi hurried over. Looking at Jiang Siming's deep eyes, he felt a little surprised. But he didn't think much about it.

"Oh, you really scared me to death. You haven't eaten or drank for 30 days. If you weren't still breathing, I would have thought you were dead." Ning Fengzhi said with a long sigh of relief.

"Uncle Ning, is there anything to eat? I'm almost starving to death." Jiang Siming's stomach growled.

"Let the kitchen prepare food." Ning Fengzhi ordered the servants.

A quarter of an hour later, in the living room of the Qibao Glazed Sect, the table was filled with all kinds of delicacies. Jiang Siming was seen devouring the food like he had not eaten in 800 years.

"Si Ming, slow down a little. If the kitchen is not enough, prepare more." Ning Fengzhi felt a little funny watching this scene.

Jiang Siming had his mouth full and had no time to talk to Ning Fengzhi.

Half an hour later, Jiang Siming finally ended the fight, his stomach stretched to its limit.

"Si Ming, you have been unconscious for a whole month, and the aura on your body is getting stronger every day. Starting from the 15th day, a powerful sword aura spurted out of you. Later, a strong murderous aura slowly erupted.

Uncle Jian said that you were having an epiphany, but he didn't know the details. Can you tell your uncle?" Ning Fengzhi was really curious, what exactly did Jiang Siming go through? There was another point that Ning Fengzhi didn't say, which was Jiang Siming.

Siming's eyes were so profound that it was hard to fathom.

"Uncle Ning, I don't know exactly what happened in that mysterious realm." Jiang Siming said with a careless eye.

When Ning Fengzhi saw that Jiang Siming refused to say anything, he was not too embarrassed. After all, a genius like Jiang Siming would of course focus on wooing him. This was also the Qibao Glazed Sect's foreign policy.

Sword Douluo was out on business, so he didn't know about Jiang Siming's awakening, otherwise he would have been pestering Jiang Siming. After all, Sword Douluo was also a master of swordsmanship, how could he not understand how enlightenment can improve one's artistic conception?

What's the importance of it? It's just that Jiang Siming can't even replicate this situation himself, let alone tell others.

Jiang Siming returned to the room for the time being.

"System, what's going on with the white space?"

"Ding, the system has detected that the host has jailbroken behavior. The white space is the second stage of the mirror system and has not yet been opened."

"I've heard that mobile phones and computers can be jailbroken. Isn't the system just a program?" Jiang Siming was a little confused.

"Ding, jailbreaking is a very dangerous behavior and may cause system disorder. Please remind the host. Jailbreaking is prohibited."

"What exactly is a system? The term jailbreak is too modern for me." Jiang Siming really couldn't think of it, so he stopped thinking about it.

The illusion brought to him by the Immortal Killing Sword was so shocking that Jiang Siming now felt as if he had lived a lifetime. The rest of his life was filled with killing and repentance.

"Forget it, with my current strength, I'm afraid even if I know something, it won't help." Jiang Siming no longer thinks about it, and the only way to improve his strength is to work hard.
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