The dark clouds dispersed, the mist became heavy, and the stars and the moon suddenly appeared...

Everyone looked at the rising blood cloud, which was like a huge Manzhu Shahua floating from the bank of Sanchuan River. It slowly rose into the air and exploded suddenly. It was in the shape of a mist, like a light cloud.

Like gauze and flowing water, it floats freely in the air. When a person in a dream sees it, he will have a long and melancholy dream, dreaming about someone who has long since passed away but cannot forget it for a long time. When a person in love sees it, he will suddenly push away.

In the eyes of the lover, all the good things in the past have turned into a dream, and the person who used to be in love has turned into a red and pink skeleton, smiling strangely at himself and whispering to himself.

Said: "I want to eat you..." People who are passionate about fame and wealth will suddenly have the heart to worship Buddha when they see that charming flower. From then on, they just want to travel far away from the world, stay away from the troubles of the world, and never care about worldly affairs.

, build a house as a home, live in seclusion, and be the chic hermit who "picks chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and leisurely sees the southern mountains"; emperors will see this flower and want to live far away from the rivers and lakes, and local ruffians will see this flower and want to live high in the temple.

, this is a magical flower, a flower that quells people's desires, and a flower that burns people's ambitions. All things in the world and the six paths of the universe are not affected by it. Their minds are different, they see different things, and they understand the world.

It varies from place to place and from person to person...

It is a Bodhisattva in prosperous times and an enchantress in troubled times...

"What a beauty…"

Someone in the crowd praised it, and countless people echoed it, looking with burning eyes at the flower that had been unwilling to disperse for a long time.

In this battle, Chumen suffered heavy losses. The three elders died. The first elder and Guihai Chaosheng were equally powerful. It was difficult to tell the difference. The second elder was defeated by Wu Jian, Chu Tianxing was defeated by the "Three Hammer Marshal" Dong Biping, Chu Tiansha

Serious injuries, life and death uncertain, most of Chu Tianzhi's puppets were killed by Wu Jian, and he had a fight with the Blue Teeth Black Mastiff. With one against two, defeat would be a matter of time. But at this time, Chu Men was the most combative.

The powerful General Chu Tian and the leader of the Chu Clan, Chu Pingtian, led most of the Chu Clan to attack the Holy Moon God Sect. They fell into the black-clothed leader's trick of diverting the tiger away from the mountain. Even if they woke up in time and quickly sent troops to come back for reinforcements, it would take at least two days.

Three days have passed, but can Truman survive another two or three days?

At this moment, the hearts of everyone in Chumen have been covered with a layer of gloom, like a person walking alone in the middle of the night, but there is not even half a lamp in his hand to illuminate. The road ahead is long, whether it is full of thorns or rocks.

I don’t know whether the foot is a surging river, an endless ravine, or an abyss. If I take a wrong step, my body will be shattered...

But at this time, there is no one who can raise their arms and hold up the torch to light the way ahead for them. If there is such a person now, even if the road ahead is really a cliff, they will dare to risk their lives and jump alone, and their rights will be fulfilled.

He has fulfilled himself, his wife, children, and children, and he has fulfilled Truman for whom he has dedicated his life. Sadly, there is no such person. Most people need leadership, a backbone, and people with strong opinions.

Tell them what to do, otherwise, they will be like a group of headless flies. Once they lose their goal, they will just crash around, hit the wrong road, and narrowly escape, but most of them will be exhausted and lose their lives.

Desire and pursuit, for most people, they are not afraid of death, they are afraid of not knowing why they die, and even more afraid of not knowing how to die...

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"Troubled times are coming! Troubled times are coming!"

On the street, an old man with bare feet went crazy, jumping up and down, running towards the end of the long street, screaming as he ran, and lost a shoe without knowing it...

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In a high city, on top of the city, stood a man with white hair and a jade face, holding a jade flute, facing the west, silent...

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Somewhere deep in the mountains, in front of the waterfall cliff, there is a person sitting upright. He is wearing a green robe and a white face. His face is clean and beardless, his brows are slightly wrinkled, his eyes are closed and he is meditating...

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Western Region, Truman...

Everyone was shocked when the Sword Immortal fell, but what followed was the passion ignited by everyone in the Holy Moon God Sect. It was not difficult to kill Trumen, it was just a matter of time.

Unlike the Holy Moon God Sect, which is eager to try, Truman is dead silent, as if it is a piece of plump raw meat on a chopping board. It can be chopped with knives and axes without any complaints, let alone any complaints.

Chu Tianzhi turned around and looked at the vast Chumen mansion. For some reason, he felt a burst of sadness for no reason. He was the most disliked son of the Chumen. In terms of military force, he was not as good as his second brother Chu Tianzhi.

He is not as resourceful as his fifth sister Chu Tianying, and not as senior as his eldest brother Chu Tianxing. When his father has passed a hundred years, no matter how he is ranked, he will never be ranked as the most mediocre last son, but he is the least.

Gan Zhi wants to prove himself the most, so he secretly refines puppets behind his father's back, just so that one day he can have a puppet army of his own, so that his father will look at him with admiration, and he will have one more point in his hand to compete for the leadership of the Truman Clan.

weight, but now it seems that everything has become meaningless. Most of the puppet army he has worked so hard to refine has been lost. When Truman's life and death are at stake, he has long forgotten his personal interests. Everything,

Just for Truman!

Chu Tianzhi took a deep breath. The familiar air and the familiar smell of ancient trees were just like the ones he smelled when he climbed mountains and climbed trees when he was a child. They had not changed at all for many years. The remaining dozens of puppets were all intact.

People gathered neatly around him. At this moment, he was like a fearless general sitting on the battlefield with thousands of troops, scolding Fang Qiu, his eyes sharp, revealing his determination to die and the courage to move forward. The puppet who was supposed to have no emotions seemed to have

Affected by him, his expression was solemn, like a soldier who dared to die as he ordered, looking towards the end of the world and going to the other side.

"For Truman! Kill!"

I don't know where the heroic spirit came from. Chu Tianzhi raised his arms and shouted, and his voice shook the sky.

Truman was shocked.

At first, everyone didn't know where the sound came from. Everyone was looking around blankly, searching, imagining, and hoping. Later, everyone was looking at Chu Tianzhi, with doubts, surprises, and confusion in their eyes.

, there is despair, but the only thing that does not exist is trust. Yes, a "trash" and "abandoned son" that everyone in the Truman family knows, how can he shout such shocking words, how can he become a Truman man?

As a leader, how can he teach the people of Truman to trust him? Truman does not trust the weak. This is the tacit rule of everyone since the establishment of the Truman sect for hundreds of years. Only the strong are qualified to lead the Truman, and only the strong

Only then can you convince everyone.

Everyone looked at Chu Tianzhi, but all they could see was perseverance and determination. At this moment, the people of Chumen were shaken...

"Could it be that...this person...is really Chu Tianzhi? Trumen's 'waste son'?"

But Chu Tianzhi used his actions to tell everyone in the Trumen that he was the fourth son of the Trumen, the Chu Tianzhi of the Trumen!

Chu Tianzhi stood on a rock in the courtyard. He stared at the Truman family for a long time without saying a word or making an expression. Just like the century-old ginkgo tree behind him, he silently endured the pain.

Heavy rain, storm, frost, thunder, but without a word of complaint, it still stands. That ginkgo tree is the symbol of Truman, the symbol of Truman, and the spiritual pillar of Truman. The ginkgo will not fall, and Truman will never be destroyed.

Now, Chu Tianzhi also wants to make that century-old ginkgo tree that will not fall down, and also wants to become the spiritual support of the Chumen people. Although, he knows that this is not easy. At the beginning, he had doubts and worries. After all, he himself

He thinks he is not worthy, but now, he has no choice. Seeing that the Truman Building is about to collapse, he alone cannot support it. He needs the strength of everyone in the Truman. As long as there is still one person in the Truman, the Truman will not be destroyed.

The disciples will never die, and the Trumen soul will live on forever...

"Bros…"

Chu Tianzhi breathed out a heavy breath, as if spitting out all the sorrow, worry, timidity, and shrinkage in his heart. What was left was only responsibility and responsibility, and only endless expectations for Truman...

"Brothers, Truman is going to be defeated. Truman is going to be gone. I know that many of your families are in Truman. Your wives, children, and children are also in Truman. Most of you are...

I grew up in the Truman family. Most of you have been fighting with your fathers since you were young and have made great contributions to laying the foundation of the Truman family. I also know that I am just the most insignificant member of the Truman family.

I also know that I am just the most useless young master in the Truman family. I am a 'waste' and a 'mediocre person'. I also know that everyone looks down on me and respects the strong. This is what Truman is all about.

Ancestral training, this is not everyone's fault, but today, although I am a mediocre person, I am by no means a coward, because I dare to pick up the butcher's knife, dare to kill the enemy with my own hands, dare to pick up the knife in my hand, and kill everyone who dares to offend.

Truman, anyone who dares to offend my brothers and sisters, tonight, I am a warrior. Tonight, I am not the Truman son. Tonight, I am just the most inconspicuous member of the Truman family. Tonight, I only fight for Truman.

Fight! Brothers, you are willing to follow me, are willing to pick up the knife in your hand, and kill your wives, children, and Truman happily and heartily, even if you sacrifice your own life for Truman.

,Do you dare?!"

The scene fell into silence for a while, no one spoke, and everyone was still looking at Chu Tianzhi with strange and suspicious eyes.

Chu Tianzhi lowered his head, smiled bitterly, and murmured: "As expected, I still can't do it..."

After that, he slowly raised his head, looked at the full moon in the sky, exhaled heavily, smiled self-deprecatingly, and looked at the members of the Holy Moon Sect in front of him. He couldn't help but feel desolate. In the end, there were only these dozens of bodies.

Will the puppet accompany me? Yes, yes...

Chu Tianzhi's eyes gradually became cold, and he slowly walked down from the rock, his steps firm and powerful, and walked towards the Holy Moon God Sect...

Dozens of puppets seemed to have suddenly become conscious at this moment, making way for him one after another, and then, one after another, walking behind Chu Tianzhi...

According to the later recollections of a Truman family member, that was the night when Chu Tianzhi had the most spirit of a Truman son, and also the night when he had the most spirit of the Truman family leader. A person, a line of shallow footprints, and an endless landscape in front of him.
Chapter completed!