The sky above the City Lord's Mansion, which had not seen clear skies for a long time, was cleared of the last clouds. There were no defenders in the city determined to resist. This shocking battle, which seemed to wipe out the entire Fengdu City, actually started. When Yun Zhong stepped into the city lord's palace, there were only two foregone conclusions. One was that Chilong wiped away Yun Zhong's true thoughts, which could be said to be lingering, and the other was that Yun Zhong defeated Chilong and freed his thoughts from all kinds of shackles. Pulled ashore from the abyss of bondage, the pattern of Fengdu City can be determined, and this does not look like a life-and-death battle, it looks like thunder and raindrops.
Since entering the city lord's palace, Yun Zhong, who is still Han Jiangling, has only handed over a few swords and a flying sword. Chilong, who has always had great magical powers, has only handed out a magical power that confuses people, but it is far more powerful than before. Several battles between light and darkness were more difficult.
In a romantic fight, the two of them had only ten moves, and none of them had very high magical powers. However, if the Red Dragon prevailed, Yun Zhong would have been doomed. After a long time, there would be only one swordsman left in the world. , and the red dragon can be used by itself without any worries.
Therefore, Yun Zhong walked out of the city lord's palace and felt cold all over his body when he heard that countless refugees had their axes and sickles ripping open their skin, flesh, muscles and bones.
If Fan Chilong hadn't surrendered without reason, I'm afraid there wouldn't be anyone capable of stopping Chilong in this Fengdu city. Although this city is weird, most of the time he takes action, he can only take it with determination, but Chilong still exists. , at least as long as several generations of ordinary people, how can the strength of their own minds be compared with that of the red dragon.
However, Yun Zhong also benefited a lot from this gambling battle. What Han Jiangling had experienced since he was a child did not have any ethereal feeling at all. On the contrary, it was exactly like Yun Zhong himself experienced, regardless of pain and joy. , all added to the body, but the mind becomes more solid, and the red dragon body in this world can speak human words, and the various things learned from the words are enough to be used for a long time.
At least Yantang Prefecture, as far as Yun Zhong is concerned, is no longer all clouds and mist. The red dragon pulled away a corner to get a glimpse.
The remnants of the rebel army came from all directions in the city and escorted the city guards to the outside of the city lord's palace. The guards manning the ballistas at the suspended bridge above had already bowed their heads and knelt down fearfully. Even those who were unwilling to submit were mostly suppressed by the rebels. Get down and kneel on the ground.
A doctor from the army came forward to wrap up the wounds of Lu Zicheng and Yun Zhong Qianxing. A close associate of the rebel army went around and brought two jars of strong wine. The small part was used to splash the injured area, while the other half was kept in front of Lu Zicheng and Yun Zhong. Sitting facing each other and drinking is a good way for doctors to treat injuries and relieve pain.
"Even though the City Lord's Mansion has fallen into the hands of the rebels, it still feels a little untrue. Fengcheng has existed in the world for countless years. I'm afraid not many can really accomplish this. It seems that in the future, you and I will Their names can be left in the history of Fengcheng. It is clear that two warriors, no matter how humble they are, were able to create such a foundation because they relied on the unity of the rebels." Lu Zicheng grinned, and when he raised his head, the bowl in his hand was empty. Most of the time, he was still frowning when he followed the army doctor to take action. Compared with Yun Zhong, Lu Zicheng was fighting outside the house and suffered more serious injuries. Now he saw Yun Zhong pick up the wine bowl and drink it all in one gulp without changing his face. Still a little upset, but there were too many injuries, and the doctor showed no mercy at all. The attack was often straightforward, but it made Lu Zicheng sweat well up on his forehead. Although he tried not to say a word, his complexion was extremely different, and his brows were frowning. Suo, I have no intention of drinking for the moment, so I put away what I just started talking and say no more.
But only Yun Zhong, who was sitting in front of Lu Zicheng, knew that what he said just now was not just because the doctor did not know the importance of his actions, so he stopped talking, but that Lu Zicheng, who had been able to reach this point, was also a smart man, perhaps. I didn't notice anything wrong before saying this, but now that Fengcheng is in the hands of the rebels, I immediately felt something was wrong when I said this again.
So Yun Zhong didn't say much. Instead, he stood up with difficulty after the doctor had bandaged the injury. It was natural for him to leave the aftermath to Lu Zicheng to worry about. I walked along the street, not following anyone else, but limping along the street. I saw corpses everywhere and blood flowing all over the street, so I felt that it was a good time for a rain.
Everyone is like this. After achieving the goal of their heart, they want to look up again. Very few people are satisfied. It is rare to see a clear sky, and they really hope to have a rush in late autumn and early winter. The rain can wash away the blood everywhere, and then we can continue to live comfortably, but the people who have died in this war are insignificant. Only the family members of the people who died can withstand the continuous rain for many years. I'm afraid Even for the rest of his life, it is difficult to get rid of it.
The dead are safe, and the living must move forward. Probably for this reason, there is a saying that the light goes out after death and reincarnation is used to comfort people's hearts.
The street of the City Lord's Mansion is extremely long and wide. After all, it is the most complex place in the Inner City. Although the City Lord's Mansion has been destroyed by thunder and fire several times over the past thousands of years, it has never changed. Most of them are only rebuilt at the original site. , and has never moved out of the capital of Neijia, so this street is the most spacious and luxurious in the entire Neijia city.
But while Yunzhong was taking a leisurely stroll, he noticed a trembling old monk walking along the street. Every time he passed a soldier or rebel corpse, he pressed his two fingers on the latter's neck for a long time. Then he took off his heart-protecting armor, tapped his heart a few times, and tested his breathing. Then he sat firmly cross-legged, pressed one hand on the chest of the corpse, and silently chanted sutras. Every time he passed a corpse, he had to chant sutras for a long time before he staggered up. Then he walked towards the next corpse, continued to feel the pulse, tapped the heart orifices to test the breathing, and then chanted sutras in a low voice.
The old monk obviously didn't have much money. His clothes were shabby and mended, and he was extremely thin. Every time he walked for more than ten steps, he would stop, rest his cane on the ground, rest for a moment, and then slowly walk up. Therefore, Yun Zhong was silent. After looking at the remaining incense sticks, the old man only walked a dozen or so steps deeper into the street. Firstly, it was due to old age and frailty, and secondly, there were too many corpses. It was very time-consuming to recite sutras one by one for salvation. .
The old monk Qian Qianjiu also noticed Yun Zhong not far away, looked at him carefully, then raised one palm and saluted slowly.
While traveling around the country, Yun Zhong met many monks. Among them were rich and wealthy monks who lived with incense and the paved houses around the temple. There were also poor monks in the ancient Zhongtai temple who had no incense and lived by alms, or others. He is an ascetic monk who is willing to share the worries of the world despite his own suffering. However, the charm of the old monk in front of him is quite mysterious, and his temperament when chanting sutras is completely different from ordinary people.
"Do you recognize me, old man?" The old monk clasped his hands together and saluted again.
"I have been in this Neijia city for many years. Although I often stay at home, I have no news, and I have few close friends. But in the past year, people in the city will always mention Lu and Han. The situation of today's battle has been decided. , I have to come to meet the young hero, and I don’t have time to live such a long time." As if by some strange coincidence, Yun Zhong followed the old monk through the streets and alleys, and entered a thatched cottage behind the Taoist temple. After sitting down, Yun Zhong It was like waking up from a dream. When I looked at the old monk again, I was inevitably suspicious and wary. However, the old monk behaved as usual, trembling and adding a bowl of tea for Yunzhong.
During the conversation, Yun Zhong just knew the origin of the old monk. He said that he could not remember that he had stepped into Neijia City a long time ago. At that time, the entire Feng City was in good weather and the people were prosperous and peaceful. Even the city lord's palace had never been like this. It was so rich and luxurious, it was just a small building a few feet high, and the long street was nothing special. At that time, there was no distinction between inner city, middle city, second city and outer city C. People came and went very freely, and there was no such thing as high. Even though there are relatively wealthy families, there has never been a so-called aristocratic family or a high-ranking clan. They are peaceful and wealthy, and the years are long. Even if they have lived in the city for decades, it feels like it is only a moment.
The old monk once had a temple in this city, and the incense was not very prosperous. It was just enough to rest in the temple. Most of the people who came and went were asking for good luck. As for whether it was effective or not, they never cared about it, but With the change of city lords several times, there were cases of high-ranking families bending their power and bending the law. In the end, it became more and more serious. After all, it was difficult for anyone to take action to save the overall situation. As a result, the two words "rich and poor" in Fengcheng became more and more distinct. Those with high reputations living in Waibing City can only make ends meet. They laugh at the poor but not the brothels. The literati do not enter official careers, but are controlled by high-ranking families.
"May I ask you, old man, how old are you?" The old monk thought hard for a moment, then smiled and said,
"I can't remember. I just remember that the Spring and Autumn Period changed hundreds of times. Fortunately, no one seemed to pay attention to me, so even though I relied on alms every day to get food, I never starved to death. The young man must have known this not long ago. Who I am is actually the same as Lao Na, but Lao Na is just a remnant soul. When he was ignorant and ignorant, he drifted to this world, and he lives to this day in a daze. Even if he wants to die, he can't die. He can only see the vicissitudes of Fengdu City. And always sit firm as a mountain.”
"I have seen many people with lofty ideals and compassion in this virtual world. I also know that this world is now used by people as a magical power to trap and kill enemies, but I have never seen many people who can save their lives. The young man who has never lost his mind, now that he has understood the origin of cause and effect, has no choice but to come forward and give a few words of advice to the young man. It is up to you to decide whether to listen or not. Based on what he said in the city lord's palace, the old monk can speak without shame and give a few words of instruction. , You have overestimated yourself." The old monk pointed to the tea bowl in front of Yun Zhong.
"When you drink tea, you always feel that you can drink all the tea soup in the tea bowl, but in fact, there is always a little tea soup hanging on the wall of the tea bowl. The world is so big, how can it be compared with a tea bowl, and it can take care of the people in the world? This is the first step, and being able to take care of everyone in the world is even harder than reaching heaven. God cannot even level a bowl of water without the word justice, let alone ordinary people, who are close and distant, and cannot be reached by any means, but there are countless ways to do it. Don’t forget that there are always people in the world who are still hanging on the wall of the tea bowl. It would be a great mercy if you don’t abandon them.”
"It's like climbing over mountains and ridges, and the passes are difficult to pass. But in front of the young people, someone has handed a light, so you can go ahead."
