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The strange cry and the surrounding illusions dissipated together, Xie Tianyang concentrated and waited for Wei Ze's voice transmission in his ears - but this time, the words did not sound immediately.

Because at the other end of the mirror, Wei Ze fell into deep thought.

From another perspective, "teacher" is actually such a role.

How on earth did the "teacher" do this - even he himself didn't know how to reply.

But he didn't speak, and as a result, the "remote voice guidance" was interrupted, and Xie Tianyang, who was standing in front of the giant bird, was confused for a while.

Why did Mr. Wei suddenly stop talking? Is there a problem with the sound, or is it intentionally not answering?

Under the tension, his thinking often becomes very clear. He suddenly remembered Wei Ze's explanation before: find a way and try to solve this incident in a peaceful way.

Is it difficult? This is a test given to him by the teacher, teaching him how to negotiate peacefully. Now that the teaching is over, does he need to practice by himself?

Before Lenovo, this should be the best explanation for the current scene.

He took a deep breath, his brain turned fast, and he recalled what the Golden Winged Dapeng had just presented to them.

"Because, our 'teacher' never asked us to take the exact same path as him, but to understand, innovate, and even question ourselves. This is the difference between him and you. Under him, no student is identical."

Xie Tianyang looked at the giant bird in front of him and said: "If there are only cookie-cutter replicas, it is not called civilization at all. The reason why we have been able to develop so far is precisely because of this 'teacher' concept, which is what you lack. ."

Compared with Wei Ze's on-the-spot remarks just now, the few words he came up with temporarily lacked a bit of organization, but it made the people (birds) watching this scene on and off the field stunned for a moment.

"No two are the same..." Golden-winged Dapeng seemed to ponder for a moment, "So, can this inheritance method be used for my younger generations?"

Without any reaction from everyone, a gust of wind blew again, like an invisible hand lifting the snowskin in front of him.

The students in front of them all opened their eyes: after the muddy water on the surface was stripped off, a few eggshells that were as white as jade were exposed, looking at the breath, there was still life inside.

The memory-like illusion reappeared, and they saw the end of that history.

On the wasteland flattened by natural disasters, among the corpses of many descendants, Dapeng, who could no longer move, plucked off his last down feathers, and immediately turned into a demon egg when he landed. It slowly evaporates the remaining broken flesh, creating the last breeding ground in this wasteland of spiritual energy, and wrapping these eggs in it.

Then came a long time. Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years... I don't know how long it will take, when its background is about to be exhausted, somewhere suddenly penetrates the breath from another blessed land.

The stimulation of that aura penetrated into the hotbed, and was snatched away by the strongest egg. The crisp sound of chicks pecking at the eggshell could be heard on the silent snowfield for thousands of years. After a long time, a golden-winged chick swayed out of the hotbed made by Dapeng.

It is the first survivor of this extinct group, and it has become the only sustenance for the Dapeng who is about to end.

Under the reminder of the mother's body, it brought the golden feather containing the inheritance of the Dapeng, and began to carry these eggs according to the reminder of the bloodline, and transferred them to the source of the aura... But on a certain day, it was transferred again. After one egg, the chick did not return.

The last hope is shattered, it can only watch the descendants in these shells die day by day, and its last inheritance is about to be cut off.

However, what was revealed was that another group of human beings entered the Blessed Land...

The illusion dissipated, revealing those illusory golden eyes again—the blurry, indeterminate eyes, staring ahead.

"So, do you want to use the method of the human race's 'teacher' to train these younger generations of yours?"

Wei Ze knew that this was not something that students could decide alone, so he spoke again: "In this case, we may be able to help you achieve it - if your children are willing to learn and accept the norms of 'learning', then we are also willing to help Preserve your 'legacy'."

The voice came out through Xie Tianyang's mouth, causing the Dapeng in front of him to pause slightly.

"Is this your attitude towards aliens?" Its voice was like a long river flowing, "Because of this, you didn't choose to enslave my children? Will you still do this in the future?"

Xie Tianyang was stunned. When Dapeng said this, he was looking at the golden feather in his hand, and his eyes even made him feel a little scorching.

"...Yes." This time there was still no voice from Wei Ze, he said with his own heart, "This is my attitude."

Dapeng listened without moving, and slowly raised his neck. Obviously it is such an earth-shattering giant beast, but at this moment it moves very much like the chick that has just broken its shell.

"Since you have such a mind to tolerate foreign races, why are there still disputes within the human race?"

Obviously it saw the hail of bullets that happened here, but Xie Tianyang didn't notice it.

"I don't care what other people think, and it doesn't seem to interfere. But for me and for us, as long as we maintain the same concept and believe in the same peace, then there is no such thing as an alien."

"...Really." Its cry suddenly sounded sleepy, and its golden illusory figure became thinner and dimmed together, turning into a golden light like a little down feather scattered in the air, "That's it. Thousands of years ago, I have long been Tired of pointless disputes... Then this time, I will trust you once."

"...This time, we will follow the guidance of your 'teacher'. I hope you... will never repeat the mistakes I made."

The snow wind rose again, and the illusory golden feathers flew up in the sky. A hazy snow curtain covered the slowly closed eyelids, covering the long bird song in the wind and dust.

When the snow flakes dissipated and the vision became clear again, all the ringing had disappeared. What remained in front of them again became a scattered withered bone.

This time, it has no life.

It probably flew back to the country that belonged to it.

Only then did Xie Tianyang gasp for breath, his back covered in cold sweat.

Communicating with this kind of existence is really not an easy thing. If it weren't for Wei Ze's help, and Dapeng's trust came inexplicably quickly in the end, he might not be able to hold back.

He had a rare feeling of fear: the Dapeng's trust in him just now seemed to stem from the way he treated the Garuda - if at that time, he did not choose to negotiate with the other party, but forcefully subdued him directly , what happens then?

He didn't dare to think any more, he just wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked down at the golden feather in his hand. The light spots scattered from Dapeng's body are merging into the flying feathers, causing this thing to flash with bursts of golden light.

This is the omen of the activation of the entrance and exit of the blessed land.

A bird chirped, and the Garuda, which was always hovering in the air, closed its wings and landed, looking at it with a pair of small golden eyes.

It inherits the mother's emotions and thoughts, and of course understands that trust.

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Xie Tianyang turned around, pointed to the egg in the pit, and said to the people behind him with strange eyes: "After you go out, contact the school and find a way to solve the problem of the egg here."

The words he said must be fulfilled. This is just to fulfill his own promise, not to take the initiative to understand the thoughts of these demons... He muttered in his heart, the sound of the golden bird fluttering in the wind in his ears.

Is there really understanding between different races? He didn't know the answer to that question either.

All he can do is hand over the golden feather to a classmate, instruct him to use this spiritual tool to free the soldiers who accidentally fell into the blessed land, and then carry out the giant egg in the snow field with others, and fly away with the egg. He started, traversing the connected cyclone, and re-entered the forest blessed land full of spiritual energy.

How to contact the school to announce this matter... He has been thinking about this problem along the way, but when he really crossed the cyclone, he found that it was completely unnecessary.

Because in the jungle where the fog had dissipated, Wei Ze was already standing in front of the Garuda's nest, raising his hand to tease the chick he just picked up.

With the "key" granted by Dapeng, this blessed land is completely connected to the school, and he can naturally jump in.

Seeing the students coming, Wei Ze stood up naturally, holding the chirping bird in his hand, and smiled at these surprised faces.

"From now on, this area will be taken over by the school. You should have already heard the entrustment of the big monster. This semester, this is the practical activity in the school."

His eyes swept around, and finally fell on Xie Tianyang among the students: "This time you have done a good job, and you can afford the title of president. Next, you will be responsible for the practice in the blessed land."

Xie Tianyang subconsciously stood up straight. In the "remote voice guidance" just now, he had just fully realized the mystery and horror of this teacher. Now Wei Ze's sudden appearance did not surprise him. In the face of the almost omniscient power, he had to restrain himself.

"Okay, don't waste time, let's finish your work on the monster first. After that, we will discuss it when we return to school."

Wei Ze said with a smile, and then looked at the Garuda parked among the students: "After that, this should also become the beast of a contract in the school. It is only a juvenile, and it still needs to be taught a lot.. ."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw that Garuda tilted his head and said in a eloquent manner: "Hey, grass!"

"..."

The scene was silent for a few seconds, Wei Ze slowly turned his head, looked at the sweating students over there, and showed a kind smile: "...Who taught this?"

Without waiting for an explanation, he saw the small mouth of the Garuda: "Xie Tianyang!"

"..."

As if it wasn't enough, it flapped its wings under the watchful eyes of the crowd and repeated it continuously.

"Xie Tianyang! Xie Tianyang! Xie Tianyang!"

There was another silence, and then a scream resembling a scream rang out in the mountains.

"When did you learn to say my name!??"

......

On the other side, the group of demons buried their bones, in front of the windshield resting place.

The whirlwind emits a faint light, and several figures emerge from it. Wu Hao and a few soldiers moved forward with Asan, who had slipped through the net, and walked all the way to the stone crevice, where they joined the soldiers who were greeted by the resting place.

Obviously, with Wu Hao joining in, there was no suspense in the battle in the jungle blessed land.

"Student Wu, it's really thanks to you this time."

After handing over the prisoners, the soldier shook hands with him in admiration: "Just a student, you have such courage... Sure enough, you are the real important weapon of the country in the future."

It's the most important weapon of the country... Wu Hao murmured, but he didn't dare to say it directly—because when he said these admirations, the soldier's eyes didn't show much excitement, instead there was a hint of sadness.

"Sigh... If there are people like you in the team, maybe Xiaoning and Xiaoma don't have to die."

Wu Hao was stunned for a moment, and followed his gaze to the wind-blocking crack.

There were bloodstains on the cracked ground, which had been frozen into ice. Beside the jumping bonfire, a dozen soldiers in combat uniforms sat in a circle. Some were sorting out the few supplies left in their bags, and some were bandaging their wounds for themselves and their companions. The air was filled with air. The suppression of the **** smell.

Beside them were the same dozen or so Yinsan who had been deprived of their mobility and were sitting on the ground. Although they were tightly bound, their injuries had been completely treated at this time, and even the sitting and lying positions were closer to the bonfire.

But what really caught his attention were the "wrappers" lying on the innermost side—like several human figures, their whole bodies were wrapped tightly and placed there, motionless, and the blood on the surface had turned crimson.

"We lost five people this time." As if aware of his thoughts, a soldier next to him pointed to the cloth bag, "The oldest is 27 years old, the youngest is 20 years old... If he hadn't come here, I'm probably going to college just like you."

Wu Hao stood there silently, watching the soldiers in front of him turn over the "package" and carried it on his body, revealing a very young face between the wraps. It was really the same age as him, and even looked older than him. Younger.

"How much is this kind of thing?" Wu Hao asked the soldier.

"It's not too much to talk about, and it's not too much to talk about it." The soldier shook his head gently, and glanced at the three Yin and the others sitting next to him, "This is not the first time, nor will it be the last. Once. It can only be said that this world has never been so peaceful."

At this time, the classmate with the glowing golden feather came over, UU reading www. uukanshu. Com and they explained the method of using the spiritual tool to escape from the blessed land - after the demon was evacuated, the burial ground has lost its value to be explored. According to the previous research on the blessed land, these warriors will directly return to the real camp through the real area when they were sent back directly through the spiritual tool.

After confirming a series of matters, the soldiers each picked up their equipment, secured the prisoners, and nodded respectfully to them.

"Then, we will leave and return to the camp first. Please allow me, on behalf of my teammates, to express my sincere thanks to you. It is not only the life-saving grace this time, but also the blessing of knowing it."

"Thank you for letting us know what the future of this country and the world is like and where it is. I am very fortunate to witness the existence of your group of people."

The fluctuations of spiritual power spread from the golden feathers, and the faint rays of light drowned their figures. In front of those increasingly blurred outlines, Wu Hao nodded lightly in return.

"I also want to thank you." Wu Hao said, "I can see your existence... I am also very honored."

The cold wind blew past and swept away the afterimages of the crowd in front of him. Only the scorch marks left between the stone cracks still exuded a faint green smoke, which would soon be buried by the wind and snow. He stood in front of the curling blue smoke, letting the snow wind in the blessed land blow through the front of his clothes, and the emblem of Yin and Yang surrounded by clouds on his back swayed and swayed, like a flag on the border for a while.

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