"Um?"
Hearing that man say that everyone in Jianglong Manor was dead, Xinglu's heart sank and he thought: Why is there also internal strife in Jianglong Manor? It shouldn't be. Are their managers not as lucky as me?
Compared to the director of Jianglong Manor, he himself looked more like an unlucky guy who was hacked to death as soon as he came up.
No matter what, he shouted: "Even if there are dead people inside, there must be living people. It's just that the living people left first. It doesn't mean that there is no owner here. How do you know that the things you take belong to the dead? It can't be left by the living." Is that so? Sophistry, in short, you will die today, so I will kill you to sacrifice the flag."
The thief said hurriedly: "They are all dead, not a single living person! All the swordsmen and slaves in Jianglong Manor are dead."
Xinglu felt a chill in his heart and blurted out: "That's nonsense. How could they all be dead?"
How can we die together until no one is left?
The thief knew that he couldn't give in, so he hurriedly poured beans through a bamboo tube and said: "I heard, didn't they have a rebellion on the mountain in Jianglong Manor? Lord Jianglong hurriedly went to the mountain to quell the rebellion. He felt that the sword slaves were not reliable, and he was afraid that they would They caused trouble at the foot of the mountain again, and before leaving, they killed all the sword slaves. They were still wandering in the yard, and they didn't collect the bodies. When I went in, I saw it, and there was blood all over the place... I thought there was no one there. It's a pity, it's better to take it away..."
While he was talking, a swordsman opened the door of Fuhu Manor. The smell of blood mixed with the smell of corpses hit his face.
After living in Mengliang Mountain for so long, Xinglu could never say that he never saw blood, but smelling such a strong smell of blood and thinking about what that man said made him feel sick.
The thief pointed and said: "They are all in the yard at the back. There must be twenty or thirty of them, big and small. The big ones are swordsmen and the small ones are sword slaves. The ones who were gathered together were killed..."
Xinglu waved his hand and said feebly: "Close...the door."
His original intention was to get acquainted and collect the corpses of his acquaintances, but his reason told him that now was not the time. Now was the time to do big things. He had to rush to gather under the banner and missed the possible fate and everyone at Jianglong Manor. Same.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go. Lock this thief...into the yard and ask him to collect the body for them. If he doesn't collect it, I will turn him into a corpse when I come back."
He said so, but the thief was also a swordsman, and the lock could not be locked. He would definitely run away when his own people left. Originally, there was a Yuan Yuan in the Zongliang Mountain Manor to suppress the swordsmen. Once he put on the sword, all his Yuan Yuan was lost, just like ordinary people. It was used by the owners of the manor to punish the swordsmen. But firstly, he didn't have any at hand, and secondly, he didn't want to wear these for the swordsman now. So I just let it go in a confused way.
People are dead, so what do things matter?
After leaving Jianglong Mansion, Xinglu's stomach was tumbling, but his back and waist were straightened. He changed from being timid to being confident. He looked straight ahead, and a thought gradually became clear in his mind:
You are right to join this resistance!
The group of people left the street and headed outside the city. The more they walked on the same road, the more people they saw.
Seeing that they were approaching the city gate, they saw many people gathered in front of a mansion beside the road. At first glance, they were all white-haired swordsmen, and there was a commotion.
Xinglu first thought that this was where the mastermind behind the scenes was, convening people for a meeting to mobilize, but then he found out that it was not the case: those people were getting louder and louder, and they gradually seemed to be in a violent mood, as if they were confronting the people in the house.
He felt that this matter was unusual and might hinder him and others from succeeding, so he motioned to Xingwang to ask.
Xingwang went for a while and then came back and said: "It was a manor that refused to participate in the incident. There were more or less people from other manors. They stayed behind closed doors and no one came out. Many people were dissatisfied, so they left They surrounded us."
Xinglu's heart skipped a beat and he said, "Aren't the people inside also dead?"
Xingwang shook his head and said: "No. There are people inside. There are two gatekeepers at the door now, and they are scolding each other with the people outside. Originally, only some people were unhappy with them, and some tried to persuade them to make trouble. But their people came out to block it. He opened the door and said: 'You are a bastard who commits crimes and has wishful thinking', which made everyone angry, so more and more people surrounded him, and now they are about to start a fight."
Xinglu now stood firm. When he heard this, he couldn't help but get angry and cursed: "What is it? Are running dogs so arrogant? Don't they have white hair? Are they born with noble blood?"
The people in Fuhu Manor were also scolding, but Xinglu was still rational and quickly said: "Ignore them. Let's gather under the golden flag first, and wait for everyone to arrive to do big things together. By then, all the manor owners will be peaceful." Well, this is nothing but a clown!"
Everyone agreed, and the Fuhu Manor team continued to set off. Xinglu suddenly remembered something and asked: "By the way, which manor is this?"
Xingwang said: "Dark Star Manor."
On this side, there is a huge crowd at the entrance of Dark Star Manor, and there is already a strong smell of gunpowder.
There were dozens of swordsmen in a circle outside, many of whom had drawn their swords out of their scabbards and were shouting curses at the door. And there were two white-haired swordsmen standing at the door, one on the left and one on the right like door gods, their eyes stern and unmoving.
Just listen to all kinds of curses filling the air:
"running dog!"
"You bitch!"
"A dog relies on the power of a human!"
"dog……"
Amidst the fierce dog-like scoldings, someone also advised: "Okay, brother, I know that your master is at home now and gave the order. You dare not disobey and can only risk your life to block the door. But you see, there are so many of us People, there are only two of you, isn’t this mantis trying to trick you? It’s not worth losing your life in vain. Now in our day, the slave master is destined to have a bad end. You might as well get out of the way and pretend to be injured, we will go in and cut your master into pieces, you have gained Wouldn’t it be nice to be free?”
Hearing this, one of the swordsmen suddenly laughed loudly, pointed at the person who had said a lot of words and said: "Where does this idiot dare to talk to your master like this? You bunch of insects, it seems that the master is not at home, messing around in the house Cockroaches crawling around, do you really think that the house belongs to you? Little do you know that people are people and bugs will always be bugs!"
"Go out and live your mother's dream, you can still be happy for two days, and provoke your master to kill you on the spot!"
Another swordsman from Dark Star Manor next to him said slowly: "All smart fools are like this. I tell you the truth, my Lord is not inside. But every inch of our Dark Star Manor is noble and clean, so we can't just do it casually." What kind of cats and dogs are you letting in?"
When these words were spoken, everyone was in an uproar, and the crowd was excited, and they saw that they had to take action.
At this time, a gust of wind blew.
Everyone's eyes turned golden, and someone fell from the sky.
I saw a woman descending from the sky, with a quiet appearance and a gentle and calm expression. This kind of expression has never been seen in so many swordsmen in Zuiliang Mountain.
She was wearing a light cyan dress, which was the color of green and white jade. She was not wearing any gold jewelry. The golden touch came from the umbrella in her hand.
The umbrella seemed to be made of jade, a crystal-clear and moist white jade with a layer of gold rim on the outside, and the golden light floated down.
That is the most noble gold inlaid with jade.
The crowd was in commotion again because of her. Partly because she seems to be a figure under the golden flag and the person in charge of this important event, and partly because:
"Swordsman!"
That woman is a swordsman!
These swordsmen from Gangliang Mountain have never seen a swordsman in their lives, or even a swordsman-level Yuanshi. However, when the swordsman did not deliberately restrain his momentum, it was not too difficult to feel that the opponent was much stronger than me.
The swordsmen of Gangliang Mountain were always in awe of the strong, and suddenly became quiet. A pair of eyes dared not look directly at her, but they were filled with hope and joy.
Now that he has decided to flee or even rebel, who doesn't want the people he joins to be stronger and friendlier, the better?
Judging from the first aspect, she has both of these conditions. The strength of the swordsman is certainly not bad. He fell from the sky like a banished immortal. His temperament is gentle and quiet, which is also very comfortable. There is no other similar one in the two mountains.
Even the two Dark Star Manor swordsmen guarding the gate have become serious. They can look down on swordsmen of the same strength, but they can never look down on a swordsman. Even if they think that their background and cards are strong enough, they don’t have to be afraid of anyone.
The two men loosened their sword-holding hands and made polite gestures. They were about to salute and then say some hard and soft words to persuade this person to retreat.
Unexpectedly, the woman didn't look at the two of them. She only turned to look at everyone and said, "Why are you stopping here? Why don't you continue moving forward?"
The words sounded a bit like reproach, but the tone was gentle and gentle, which made it feel comfortable.
The swordsmen were quiet for a while. After a while, a female swordsman stepped forward boldly and said: "Sir, we were going to gather under the banner, but... our good intention is to call the swordsmen from all the manors along the way, not just one manor. The sword slaves suffered. As a result, not only did the manor not go with us, but they also spoke rudely, calling us scoundrels and insects. We were not angry and wanted to teach them a lesson."
This is not wrong, but it is indispensable for Chunqiu's writing style, which is to build bridges and stir fire. It is a bit like a student who has never fought before going home and calling his parents.
Correspondingly, the two swordsmen guarding the gate only looked sneer and did not refute, just as if they were watching a farce.
After hearing this, the woman asked, "They say you are an insect. Do you think you are an insect?"
The female swordsman was stunned, and everyone was silent.
This sentence also has the flavor of parents lecturing their children.
However, none of the swordsmen present were lucky enough to be taught a lesson by their parents when they were young, and it did not bring back any memories.
The woman continued to ask: "Do you know the difference between insects and humans?"
The female swordsman was even more panicked and said: "This..."
The woman's voice was leisurely, as if coming from afar, without any sense of oppression: "The morning bacteria don't know Hui Shuo, and the mole crickets don't know Spring and Autumn. The difference between insects and people is how far they can see. When insects see the larger insects in front of them, they feel that they are in front of them. There is no way, these big bugs have blocked the sky, so I have to use my horns to push them away, or turn around and run away. When I see a grain of sand, I think I have encountered an insurmountable mountain."
"But people are different. People not only stand high and see far, but also have wisdom and foresight beyond what they see in front of them. People know that the great river flows eastward for eternity and never stops for one person or thing. People also know that time flies and cannot be lost. Next time, take advantage of the day."
She pointed to the golden flag on the wall not far away and said: "A smart person should know what is a temporary mood and what is long-term peace. Because of the temporary anger in his heart, he throws away important matters related to the future path of life. On the side, that’s not what a wise person does.”
Everyone understood what she meant, and they knew in their hearts what they should do most. But when the mood comes up, the more I think about it, the angrier it becomes. It's hard to control my mood, and I'm still indignant.
The woman continued: "Of course, it doesn't matter if you think you are an insect. The power of an insect is very little and can't do anything. But an insect can board a ship and ride the mighty east current, and it can also enter the sea. From the perspective of an insect, some sand The stone is unreachable, but when the wheels of real history roll over these dust, you don’t even feel anything when sitting on the car.”
(End of chapter)
