Star Iron: Maple of Reincarnation

"Mr. Fu, you have such a refined taste." Jing Yuan walked slowly from the middle gate of Taibusi to the center of the Qiongguan Formation. At this time, Fu Xuan was drawing a divination diagram.

"It's rare for General to come to Taibusi, and I'm sorry for not coming in person to welcome you. However, Taibu is an important place, so please understand my work. The determination of fate cannot be taken lightly." Fu Xuan's pen was sketching. She was sketching with her eyes closed. To determine fate, she used the Dharma Eye on her forehead, and she didn't need her own eyes.

Jing Yuan was not annoyed, and quietly made himself a cup of tea. His body was no longer as good as it used to be, and he had been going to the Dan Ding Division frequently recently. Bai Lu Long Nu told him that it would be best not to use his full strength.

He had been the General of Shen Ce for a long time, and it was time for him to abdicate. Firstly, he could take care of his health, and secondly, Luofu could usher in a new era.

But Jingyuan was worried.

It's not that he is not confident in Fu Xuan's personal ability. Fu Xuan's personal ability is outstanding. He must be able to manage those small matters in Luofu in an orderly manner. Maybe even handling work like copywriting, Fu Xuan is much better than Jing Yuan today. In fact, Fu Xuan also has a very outstanding talent for commanding troops, which has been certified by Marshal Hua.

What Jing Yuan was worried about was Fu Xuan’s psychological burden.

She didn't seem to have a correct understanding of the responsibilities of a general. The reason she wanted to be a general was because she felt guilty about her past. Jingyuan was afraid that she would go astray in the future, so he repeatedly emphasized that the time was not right.

Fu Xuan needs to be sharpened, and sharpening requires new opportunities.

Fu Xuan finished drawing the divination diagram step by step. When the last stroke was completed, she slowly opened her eyes.

"Take him away." Fu Xuan ordered.

"Yes." The fortune teller beside him hurried over, took away the divination chart that Fu Xuan had just drawn, and walked towards the library.

"What can I do for you, General? I'm very busy. It's a time of trouble, and the Taibu Division has many things that need my personal attention." Fu Xuan said, his hands on his hips. Even standing on the platform of the Qiongguan Formation, he still had to look up at Jing Yuan, feeling angry.

"Let me talk to you about someone. Mo Feng, do you have any impression of him?" Jing Yuan said.

"If I remember correctly, he should be fighting on the front line now. Why? General, are you interested in the kid who rejected Yan Qing's olive branch? Are you holding a grudge against him?" Fu Xuan answered without hesitation and put the divination tools on the table in order.

"I naturally admire such a great talent, and there is no need to hold a grudge against him. I just don't understand why his swordsmanship does not seem to come from the Immortal Boat. Moreover, why can he play the tune of Yuque." Knowing these things was easy for Jing Yuan.

"General, do you think I know the answer?" Fu Xuan tilted his head. "His lifeline is dim and unclear. The guidance of divination tells me that he will be the key to solving the chronic disease of the Immortal Boat."

"So that's why you admire him so much? In all these years, I have only seen such a person who made you look favorably upon him."

"Giving him a jade pendant is too cheap. Don't you think I just gave him a piece of meat as a reward because I think he plays the flute well?"

"Fu Qing is not such a person. Never mind, I am just a little curious. After all, there is a lack of talent in Luofu now, and there are too few people who can be of great use. Don't let him die."

"Don't worry, he won't die unless he seeks death." Fu Xuan said lightly.

……

"Why couldn't you save me! Why!" Lei Ze, who had a high fever, began to talk nonsense. He was the former captain of the Kamikaze Eighth Team. After being replaced by Mo Feng, he had been holding a grudge, or rather jealousy. He had always kept this little emotion in his heart, but now the high fever made him lose his mind.

"I'm afraid of death." Mo Feng explained. If he wanted to, he could ensure that these people would not be seriously injured, but he was not sure whether he would be injured. If he was careless, he would be seriously injured and end up like them, instead of speaking lightly now.

As a captain, he is quite unqualified, but as a normal person, his actions are reasonable.

People have no obligation to save others at the risk of losing their lives.

Lei Ze's whole body began to twitch, and he was not far from death.

The visual flesh has completely parasitized and infected him. If he is sent to Dan Ding Si immediately, he may be saved. But this situation does not exist at all. Even if Miss Bai Lu appears in front of him immediately, she cannot cook without rice. Without the right potion, he will definitely die.

"I will never let you go even if I die!" Lei Ze roared.

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Mo Feng drew his sword and cut off Lei Ze's head, then started a fire and burned him.

The same fate happened to the other few people who had high fevers.

He was like the gravedigger of these people, solving their pain with his own hands.

Naturally, he was responsible for these deaths. If the Yunqi officials knew about this, he would definitely be charged with murdering his colleagues.

But Mo Feng knew that only in this way would their pain be the lightest and they would reach death so easily, instead of being like those colleagues who were swallowed by flesh, half-dead, always able to feel their own heartbeats, and their flesh and blood slowly peeling off as if they had their own consciousness. This kind of pain was a hundred times more intense and endless, and death was a luxury.

Only when the flesh and blood of the heart turns into visual flesh will true death come.

From another perspective, this would prevent the birth of new visual flesh. It could be said that the actions of the Kamikaze Team 8 just now did not completely kill as many visual flesh as their colleagues provided for the growth of fresh flesh and blood.

Only Ruan Qingtian was left alive.

His eyes were dim and his mind was a little abnormal. He was such an optimistic person, but he felt like he was going crazy.

"Let's talk about it. Why did you want to join Yunqi? This is the question you asked me before." Mo Feng dug a big pit, threw the cremated corpse into it, and then buried it with sand.

"I want to give my sister a warm home." Ruan Qingtian murmured.

"Your sister will be happy to hear that, but I think she would rather you live." Mo Feng said, "People always have some wishes to live."

Perhaps because Ruan Qingtian is the only colleague left, Mo Feng is not so silent anymore.

"She may not want that. Haha." Ruan Qingtian smiled bitterly, "If it weren't for me, the poor family's resources would have gone to her wholeheartedly, and because of my sacrifice, maybe the family would have some generous compassionate money."

"Do you think so? Then why did you join Yunqi?" Mo Feng asked.

"I'm a brother. Seeing my lovely sister living in such a dirty slum, I feel a little guilty. I am narrow-minded. My sister shouldn't be such a heartless person. I have to live well to see her." Ruan Qingtian said, and his expression seemed to be better.

"By the way, did you really join Yunqi to protect Luofu? Is Luofu like this worthy of our protection?"

"Who knows?" Mo Feng shrugged, "Maybe my purpose is simpler and not so noble."

"Oh?" Ruan Qingtian waited for Mo Feng's next words.

"I want to try and see if the stars far away in the sky will fall in love with an insignificant speck of dust, if it is really possible."

After saying that, Mo Feng carved some words on the newly built tomb.

"Buried here are insignificant warriors who died because of Luofu or were born because of Luofu."

The souls who died just after entering the battlefield were buried here, and there were too many such tombs on the entire planet. And the war showed no signs of ending.