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Chapter 518 Chen Dingye's Final Chapter (asking for monthly votes)
When this question was asked, it seemed to carry a sense of heaviness that could not be described in words. Chen Wenmian's palm paused, and his aura dissipated continuously.

Chen Wenmian had also reached the peak of the seventh level. His mind was shaken, his aura was dissipating, and the fishing rod next to him trembled.

The silk line hanging from the fishing rod swayed slightly, causing ripples.

The ripples swept across the entire lake in an instant.

Li Guanyi looked at Chen Wenmian in front of him with a gentle expression. According to common sense and the will of this tremendous trend, Chen Wenmian should personally end all the hatred, but it was precisely because of Chen Wenmian that Li Guanyi was worried.

Chen Wenmian has a gentle personality and extraordinary tenacity.

He was suitable to be a teacher, a scholar who read quietly, a guest who drank tea beside the scholars when they talked about the vastness of the world and the beauty of the mountains and rivers. But he picked up a spear, rode a war horse, and went out into the world.

Fate always forces people onto a path they are unwilling to take.

What Chen Dingye did was unforgivable, but in the past ten years or so, he was Chen Wenmian's father after all. When Chen Wenmian was young, he always longed for his father's back.

At that time, he practiced martial arts and studied, hoping to truly gain his father's recognition.

But now the world is in chaos and he has to kill Chen Dingye with his own hands.

Is it too cruel for such a gentle person?

Li Guanyi looked at him with an expression of pity.

Chen Wenmian was silent for a long time, and Li Guanyi let out a breath. He was not used to doing such things. He risked his life and walked in front of everyone without thinking, but when it came to caring for other people's soft hearts, he became a little clumsy.

If Murong Qiu Shui were to say it, then he would be as clumsy as a tabby cat playing with a ball of yarn.

Li Guanyi felt uncomfortable, scratched his temples, and then twisted his hair, saying: "Chen Dingye is going to be conquered, and it is Qin that is conquering Chen. According to common sense, I should take you with me to that small town to fight the final battle to destroy Chen."

"But he was your father after all."

"You don't have to go to this final battle."

Chen Wenmian said: "I have to go."

Li Guanyi said: "Is it your own heart that wants to go, or is it everything you've experienced, your morals and ideals, or the words of everyone around you, that tells you that you can't not go?"

Chen Wenmian opened his mouth, but was speechless for a moment.

Li Guanyi looked at Chen Wenmian who had become silent, and stood up. He put his hand on Chen Wenmian's shoulder and said, "Of course, you are the son of King Shenwu. According to common sense, you should be brave and fight against your enemies."

"But, according to common sense, people think you should do this. So what?"

“Does the world think what you are going to do is really that important?”

Chen Wenmian was stunned and raised his head subconsciously.

Li Guanyi said softly and gently:
"Fate is cruel and merciless. I leave the choice to you."

Li Guanyi looked at the gentle young man, who was in the turbulent times and had great ambitions. However, this magnificent thing fell down, and one must not look closely. If one looked closely, it was so cruel. Chen Wenmian's tragedy began with Tan Tai Xianming's cruel plan.

Tan Tai Xian Ming even used his own daughter as a bargaining chip to guide the then young Chen Ding Ye and bring out his extreme and persistent desires. It is not known whether it was Chen Ding Ye's own ambition or Tan Tai Xian Ming's method.

Or maybe, both.

This led to the tragedy that happened to Li Guanyi and Chen Wenmian in the past.

Tan Tai Xian Ming's cruelty comes from the killing in the troubled times.

Li Guanyi has gradually been able to reconcile with himself.

What Chen Wenmian carries is actually heavier than what Li Guanyi carries.

His most respected grandfather personally guided his father in the first half of his life to indulge in desires and ambitions, which then created a complete tragedy. During the first ten years of Chen Wenmian's career as a crown prince, his father was cold to him and his mother couldn't bear to touch him.

And the person who was the best to him was Tan Tai Xian Ming, the one who personally taught him to be a gentle gentleman. He was his grandfather who was like a teacher and the most reliable elder.

He was the one who designed and guided the tragedy of his life.

At that time, his biological father was exiled as a traitor.

When he finally had his biological father, that was the moment when everything he cherished in the past collapsed.

He lost everything he had in the past ten years, including his biological mother, the father he thought he had, and his cherished grandfather. He said goodbye to everything, picked up his spear and stepped into the chaotic world.

And now, his biological father died in battle on the battlefield, his mother burned herself under the palace wall, and his grandfather, the culprit, committed suicide for his own plan.

He came here in this life.

The only persistent person left was Chen Dingye.

An enemy, a former father.

If Chen Wenmian, who had experienced such a fate and remained a gentle person, had to take up the sword himself and cut off the last connection of his life, Li Guanyi would feel very reluctant. However, he was not qualified to make such a huge decision on behalf of Chen Wenmian.

He just looked at this good friend, the general, and said:

“The world always teaches people to be brave.”

"But it's not wrong to be timid and cowardly occasionally."

"Don't be constrained by the eyes of the world, and don't be constrained by the reputation of the Godly King. Life is a wilderness, you can do whatever you want. It doesn't matter if you don't go to this final battle."

Li Guanyi patted Chen Wenmian on the shoulder, stood up and left.

Chen Wenmian sat here quietly. He seemed not to notice Li Guanyi's departure. Xiao Wuliang was outside. Seeing Li Guanyi coming out alone, he stood up and looked towards the cold lake with some concern. He said, "...the general."

Li Guanyi said: "Let him think about it himself."

"Such a big decision should only be made by him."

Xiao Wuliang was silent for a long time and then nodded.

After Li Guanyi left, Chen Wenmian sat here alone for a day and a night.

Sitting there blankly, thinking about all sorts of things.

He thought of the things from his youth, his interactions with Chen Dingye, the teachings of Tan Tai Xianming, and how after his mother touched him, she would go back and wash her hands repeatedly, rubbing them until they turned red and almost breaking their skin.

Decision?

Chen Wenmian let out a breath.

He stretched out his hand, and gently brushed the Canglang Blade inserted beside him. His fingertips brushed across the cold steel, bringing a special touch. His eyes were reflected on the sharp edge of the blade. Chen Wenmian whispered to himself, "

"The world is like this, there aren't many choices..."

Tan Tai Xianming led the plan and Chen Dingye carried it out.

His fate over the past decade or so was ultimately like being bound by a silk thread.

But even if you have come out of it, you will still be affected by various other things.

In troubled times, there are too many so-called hardships, so-called temporary choices, and things that people regret later. If everything is explored, then nothing will be clear. The destiny of a person's life is like a thousand knots.

Chen Wenmian's fingers clenched together one by one, grasping the Canglang Blade.

The magic weapon whistled, and waves of murderous aura shook the surroundings. Chen Wenmian's hair flew up, and he tightly grasped the magic weapon and slowly pulled out the weapon that was inserted into the ground. The energy scattered and flowed like a strong wind. Chen Wenmian's eyes were as calm as iron.

Right and wrong, grudges, some right and some wrong, some hatred, some true feelings.

Was his hatred and murderous intent towards Chen Dingye mixed with the longing and admiration from his youth?

What does Chen Dingye do to him?

His grandfather, Tan Tai Xian Ming, actually treated him as a completely ruthless chess piece.

Or he treated it as his own projection, a chess player worthy of being recorded in history, a poisonous scholar, who truly cultivated his chess piece into a gentle gentleman who was both civil and military.

Chen Dingye, Tan Tai Xianming, his mother, his father, and countless other people treated him with guilt, hatred, and ruthlessness as a chess piece. Even though they treated him as a chess piece, they did their best to teach him to be the person they desired.

Love, hate, and passion.

They have long been entangled and cannot be separated.

The things in this world cannot be distinguished clearly.

That being the case——

It’s better to cut it off with one move!

The blade was pulled out of the ground, vibrating and making a steel-like sound.

The low roar of the Canglang shook the four directions. Chen Wenmian drew out the Canglang Blade, and the aftermath swept across the cold lake. Countless cracks appeared on the frozen lake surface in an instant, and then with a series of loud noises, the lake sank downwards, and water waves splashed out, bursting out like clouds.

Chen Wenmian brushed his palm across the blade of the magic weapon and whispered:

"This lineage has been absurd for more than twenty years."

"The final fate of Dachen should be cut off by me personally."

"This conspiracy, this deceit, this passion, this ambition, this meanness, this unbridled passion..."

"Except for me, who else is qualified?"

"Except for me, who else should end this?"

Chen Wenmian lowered his eyes and said softly, "Maybe you can choose to be weak, but this kind of thing is not a good thing. You can't trouble others."

When King Qin Li Guanyi personally led his troops to attack Chen Dingye, the young general Chen Wenmian, riding on his divine horse and leading the Canglang Guard, stood outside Zhenbei City for a night. The moonlight faded, leaving frost marks on his body like snow.

Chen Wenmian said softly:

"I'd like to be the forward."

This was his decision.

He is also a hero who gallops through troubled times.

........................

The second most powerful general in the world, the unrivaled King of Qin of the contemporary era, personally led his army to attack a small town with only 10,000 people left to defend it. However, this town had been besieged for a long time by a 100,000-strong army led by Fan Qing, a rare talent in the Qilin Army, and the morale of the city was low.

There is actually no need to think about the outcome of the game.

Li Guanyi rode on a divine horse, with a unicorn lying on his shoulder, in front of the army.

The morale of the soldiers defending the city was already extremely low when they saw the second best man in the world, Prince Qin, the ninth best man in the world, Yue Qianfeng, the King of the Southwest, Duan Qingyu, and the former Crown Prince Chen Wenmian appear together.

The flags of the world's famous generals rolled like clouds and mist, locking down the city.

The national destiny of Dachen was locked.

These famous generals showed their own respect and reverence for the destruction of a country.

Li Guan raised the weapon in his hand and pointed forward. His aura surged and soared into the sky. His voice, driven by the aura of a great master, spread in all directions. He said, "Everyone, the world is in chaos and war. The Kingdom of Chen will perish today."

"I shall be the spearhead."

"wind!"

The armies on all sides of the city took a half step forward in unison. They wore different armors, they came from different places in the world, they were even of different ethnicities, but at this moment they raised their weapons. They were so proud, so devout and fanatical.

They shouted in unison:
"wind."

"Gale!"

A brave and murderous spirit rose into the sky.

At the western city gate, the phoenix of Xiyi City soared into the sky, slowly circled in the golden flame of military soul, and burst into long roars. Li Zhaowen of Xiyi City led the Xiyi Xuanjia legion.

At the northern city gate, a red dragon was slowly circling around Yue Qianfeng, the ninth of the top eight generals in the world, making a low dragon roar. Behind him were the world's top troops, the Yue family heavy cavalry, and the Beiwei army.

At the southern city gate, Chen Wenmian held the Canglang Blade in his hand.

The roar of the wolf rose to the sky. Li Guanyi held a weapon, with Fan Qing behind him on the left, and Ye Buyi and Zhou Liuying on the right. They went out to fight for themselves and their families. The military spirits of the four armies rose to the sky, piercing through the sky.

Li Guanyi turned the halberd in his hand and pointed it forward.

What he saw before his eyes was the city, and the self who had escaped from the city nearly ten years ago, and the journey of a hundred thousand men with helmets and a mighty spirit behind him. Finally, he opened his mouth and uttered one word:
"attack!"

The Fire Kirin jumped down from his shoulder, and as it did so, pale blue and golden red streamers of light changed at the same time, flowing out and changing in an instant. The Fire Kirin simply rolled in the air and transformed into a real Kirin.

He raised his head and roared, and golden-red flames exploded from his mouth.

He took a deep breath, and a pillar of fire with a golden-red base and pale blue traces surrounding it hit the city gate fiercely.

The Fire Kirin's accumulated fire attack was countered by the barely arranged defensive army formation in the city. At this moment, Wang Yunqi, the last general of the Chen State's Jinwu Guard, was still leading his troops to resist, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Block it, block it!!!"

The Fire Kirin's attack gradually eased.

Wang Yunqi saw that behind the Kirin fire, the King of Qin slowly raised the halberd in his hand. The aura flowed on the halberd with double moon blades, and it made a roar like a dragon or a tiger. The ominous colors of iron and blood turned into flames, rising into the sky, leaving a despair in Wang Yunqi's eyes.

The terrifying flame on the halberd gathered strength and paused.

Then it matched the entire military momentum of the army, surging and majestic.

Cut down hard!
The King of Qin personally led the army, holding a magic weapon and combining it with the momentum of a hundred thousand troops. The Qilin's military soul roared into the sky, and the moment it rushed forward, it turned into a black and red flame and formed an arc.

This inky arc of light is like the moon in the sky, falling to the ground.

The city gate that had been reinforced many times was severely destroyed.

A city with only 10,000 soldiers, without sufficient troops, without famous generals, and without a great array of luck to protect the city. The city gates on all four sides were broken open almost at the same time. The rumbling sound stirred all around, and the whole city was shaking violently.

From the courtyard in the center of the city, you can see changes in all directions.

Yan Chen pursed his lips and looked at the different directions of the city walls, the rising smoke and dust, and the murderous and sharp military aura. He lowered his eyes and looked at the Confucian scholar's sword at his waist. Even the Confucian scholar's sword was still shaking violently at this time.

It is stimulated by evil spirit and guided by murderous intent.

Yan Chen held his sword.

Chen Dingye sat there, he said calmly: "Have the enemy troops arrived? Master Yan Chen, what do you see?"

Yan Chen said in a calm and gentle voice: "The armies of the four directions are all first-class strong armies of the contemporary era, and the commanders of the corps are all first-class generals."

Chen Dingye asked: "Who are they?"

Yan Chen looked at the rolling flags and said the names of these famous generals one by one. When he heard Chen Wenmian, Chen Dingye said, "Very good, he is here..."

Yan Chen looked at Chen Dingye in front of him.

Chen Dingye was almost dying. His hair was all white, but he had tied it into a king's crown. He held the sword with a calm demeanor. Yan Chen didn't know how the emperor of Chen felt when he knew that his former prince was out to kill him.

This city is not big.

It can even be said that it is very weak.

Armies from all directions rushed in, but none of them could enter. The last Jinwu Guards of Chen State completed their duty. Tens of thousands of Jinwu Guards fought to the death and refused to surrender. These imperial guards had many connections with the royal family of Chen State. Everything about them determined their status in the past.

The Qilin Army held back, but found that the Chen State Jinwu Guards had red eyes and were swinging their swords desperately. Even when they were wounded, they were still unwilling to put down their swords. There was a captain of the Jinwu Guards who had fought side by side with the Qilin Army on the grassland.

The battle was fierce at this moment. He was wounded and fell to the ground. Seeing that the Qilin Army was coming to disarm him, he took him to the rear for treatment. But he went crazy and knocked the Qilin Army down with his head. He staggered to his feet, holding his own knife.

He was breathing heavily, standing in the alley, with no one behind him.

In front of us are the Qilin Army wearing heavy armor and holding swords and shields.

He gasped and shouted, "Come on!"

"Why hold back!"

"Are you a fool? You are holding back on the battlefield. Be careful not to die on the battlefield. By then, you will have nothing left. Why don't you just take action?"

The Qilin Army soldiers held their knives, their hands clenched tightly, their fingers turned blue and white, but they could not move. The Jinwu Guard captain gasped and staggered, tore off the sleeves of the Jinwu Guard, and tied up his own bleeding arm.

His arm was stabbed, his tendons were severed, and his fingers were shaking.

He grasped the hilt of the knife with his shaking right hand.

Then he used his left hand, which was considered strong at the moment, to hold his trembling right hand and grasped the knife. Behind him was the king, but he had no comrades. Then he pointed the blade forward, aiming at the countless elite soldiers in heavy armor.

He lowered his body, prepared to fight to the death, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Dachen Jinwu Guard, Longwu Army Recorder and Military Assistant, Luo Xingyi!"

"There are rebels ahead, don't go forward!"

Yue Qianfeng's expression became solemn. Looking at his comrades who had been fighting on the battlefield with them before, he suddenly opened his mouth, holding his weapon, and said, "Qilin Army!"

The general's voice was rough but solemn: "Send it off to my comrade."

Luo Xingyi crouched down in a desperate posture, grinned, and then charged forward. The Qilin Army drew their bows and crossbows, and the ninth divine general in the world, Yue Qianfeng, personally held the halberd and prepared to fight.

Dao: "Attack!!!"

In an instant, the whistling of the bowstring was like the flapping of a bird's wings.

Luo Xingyi looked at the stream of light that the god general slashed out, and the sword of the Jinwu Guard in his hand broke in an instant, then flew over his head in a spin, circled, and heavily plunged into the ground.

Luo Xingyi staggered two steps and fell forward.

Died in battle.

Yue Qianfeng held the weapon, breathing a little heavily, and punched the wall hard.

"Troubled times, troubled times!"

Unreasonable.

It's useless, useless to argue with each other.

A city, hand-to-hand combat.

The elite troops in ancient times were weakened by the loss of 30% in battle.

The Jinwu Guards of the State of Chen fought to the point of death, swords wielding, and warriors in golden armor falling in different places. They stood between the enemy and the king, on what was clearly just the most ordinary brick and stone ground in an ordinary small town.

It was dyed red with the blood of brave men and became the jade steps for meeting the king.

All the ten thousand Jinwu Guards, from the generals to the guards, died in the battle.

They fell forward facing forward, and no one turned back.

It was extremely tragic, it was a national funeral.

When Chen is about to fall, we cannot resort to petty and mean practices.

Li Guan was silent. Famous generals from all directions surrounded the small courtyard and broke down the wall. There was a eunuch sitting in front of the wall with a knife in his hand. He had been shot by an arrow and was gasping for breath. His face was pale and his vitality was gradually weakening.

Chen Wenmian rushed in first and met Chen Dingye.

Chen Dingye could not see with his eyes, and his color and texture were like wood or stone. His white hair fell behind his shoulders. He held a sword and sat cross-legged. Many famous generals in front of him surrounded this emperor.

Chen Wenmian looked at him, looked at his own destiny, looked at his former father, and looked at his enemy.

Chen Dingye stood up, leaning on his sword with both hands, and said contemptuously: "Are they all here?"

"Then, come on!"

The images of Qiongqi and the poisonous dragon roared into the sky.

The aura of the phoenix, red dragon, lion, gray wolf, tiger, black panther, and many other first-rate warriors of the contemporary era rose to the sky, turning this place into a heroic and murderous battlefield. Chen Dingye personally held a sword and fought forward.

How could he be a match for so many famous generals?

Many famous generals who were charging in the front took action to vent their unwillingness, including Fan Qing's experience and Yue Qianfeng's unwillingness. Chen Dingye's body was covered with sword scars and blood flowed out. His breath gradually weakened.

But I heard a familiar breath in the roar.

Chen Dingye seemed to remember a voice from a long, long time ago.

Chen Wenmian held the Canglang Blade. He wanted Li Guanyi to let him end everything with his own hands. Therefore, Li Guanyi did not make a move. Behind Chen Wenmian, the Canglang Dharma Image burst out. He held the Canglang Blade and looked at the white-haired and miserable Chen Huang.

Chen Wenmian couldn't even tell his own mood, his eyes were just red.

"It's time to end..."

"Chen Dingye!"

There seemed to be a trace of barely detectable tears in the corners of his eyes.

The roar of the Canglang Blade soared into the sky and chopped down heavily. At this moment, Chen Dingye, who had been staggering just now, seemed to have returned to the peak after practicing forbidden skills. He changed his body shape in an instant, raised his hand and grasped the Canglang Blade.

However, if they took this move, their rear would lose their defense.

Behind Chen Dingye, the weapons of Fan Qing, Yue Qianfeng and others had fallen heavily.

It tore through the vital energy and pierced into Chen Dingye's body.

Drenched with blood.

Chen Wenmian looked at Chen Dingye. Chen Dingye held the weapon tightly with a smile on his lips. His eyes, which had been completely destroyed by the poison, looked forward, but he still seemed to have a look of contempt.

Suddenly, with a sudden force, Chen Wenmian's body was pulled closer by this terrifying force, and he could see Chen Dingye more clearly.

Chen Dingye used up his last bit of strength.

Lift your feet.

He kicked Chen Wenmian in the chest, using his last breath and the last of his blood to kick the seventh-level god general out of here, landing heavily on the ground. Chen Dingye stuck the Canglang Blade into the ground, looked down on him arrogantly, and said lightly:
"Anyone can kill me. I can die at the hands of anyone."

"But I absolutely cannot die in your hands!"

This was once Chen Dingye's desire - having lost his biological father, mother and grandfather, and then killing himself again with his own hands, Chen Wenmian, he would have no weaknesses. However, thinking about it now, such an idea is really boring.

So boring.

Chen Wenmian coughed violently and struggled to get up. He watched Chen Dingye turn away indifferently. The eunuch in charge of ceremonies struggled and closed the door. In the end, Chen Wenmian only saw Chen Dingye's calm eyes.

Just live on in this world with the regret that you couldn't kill me, and the relief that you didn't kill me after all.

If you kill me and defeat Jiang Su, you will lose your reason to live, right? Tan Tai Xian Ming, how could I really teach you to be a gentleman...

Chen Dingye's eyes were dark as he 'looked' at the child in his memory.

He did not go near to touch the child.

Just watch.

He let go of the Canglang Blade in his hand, turned around, and walked away.

The back is straight.

Emperor Chen took one step at a time, and blood was everywhere under his feet and behind him.

Mixed with the brave blood that sacrificed a nation.

"My head is enough to earn you the highest reward in the world."

Emperor Chen swept his sleeves, and there was a fierce aura in his blood-stained sleeves. He sat on the most ordinary stone in the courtyard of the small town, and said in a flat and arrogant voice to the world and the famous generals in front of him:

"Come."

"I will be your founding duke."

(End of this chapter)