The entrance to Zhizhu Lane is extremely narrow. Ye Yu bent down to avoid the layers of high and low eaves and walked all the way into the lane. The moss around his feet was covered with rainwater. If he was not careful, he would slip and fall.
There are also faintly visible chalk drawings on the blue-gray walls, which were drawn by many children in Zhizhu Lane. Ye Yu remembered that there were many children from poor families among those children, but when they held chalk in hand to write and draw their future dreams on the wall, it seemed as if the world had made way for them.
After Ye Yu walked for a while, the front became slightly more spacious. This was a main road that ran through Zhizhu Lane. When viewed from above, the entire road looked like a tree. Some people said it looked like tree roots, so it was named Changshu Road.
More than a hundred households in Zhizhu Lane are squeezed into this narrow alley. The scarcity of land resources forces people in the alley to choose tall and short Anhui-style buildings. Gray tiles are connected one after another, and blue bricks are paved on both sides of the alley. Fourteen paths.
This place used to be very lively, and there were often children playing in the narrow alleys. When the smoke from each house rose at dusk, the smoke dyed half of the clouds.
Ye Yu looked back at Ye Ziyu sleeping soundly. Many years ago, he would have expected his sister to bring him a midnight snack when she got off work, maybe two chicken drumsticks, maybe some leftovers.
The streets were no longer as bustling as before, only the sound of Ye Yu's footsteps walking on the bluestone bricks was left.
The master told himself that the existence of the fake city was both a mistake and a right.
The young Ye Yu didn't understand what it meant to sacrifice his family to protect everyone, so he just said angrily: "This is not fair."
At that time, the gray-haired old man would touch his head and say with a smile: "Then do your own justice."
On the last page of the ancient sheepskin scroll obtained by Ye Yu, there is a sentence written by the sword immortal himself: the common people are the guide, poison is used to kill the demons.
On that windy and snowy night, Ye Yu and Qi Sheng sat and talked all night long by candlelight.
"So the source of demons is humans, right?" Ye Yu couldn't hide his tiredness and looked at Qisheng and said.
Qi Sheng took a sip of tea and said, "What's the use of a king without ministers? Sword Immortal probably wrote this while drunk."
"What if it's just a small group of people?" Ye Yu asked with gleaming eyes.
"Ye Yu." Qi Sheng frowned and said, "Do you know why people are called people?"
Seeing that Ye Yu was silent, Qi Sheng said slowly: "If a person loses even his last trace of emotion, then he is no longer a human being. There is only victory and defeat on the chessboard, but life is not a chessboard, and people are not chess pieces."
"Military advisor." Ye Yu suddenly smiled with relief.
"how?"
Ye Yu lit the candle and burned the last page of the parchment, and said with a smile: "The military advisor is not a good yin and yang person."
Qi Sheng didn't argue, lying on his side on the couch and just focusing on eating.
After the formation left by Jianxian was destroyed, Jianxian actually set up a second formation, which was set up to prevent humans from destroying its formation.
If the formation of the city that suppresses demons is destroyed, the fate of the people in the city will prompt the creation of an object to compete with the existence of demons. This existence is called the overwhelming object by the monks.
This was the last bit of goodwill left by the Sword Immortal for the common people when he left.
He never wants the formation to be destroyed. If it is destroyed, when the demons are raging, there will be someone holding a powerful object to suppress the demons again and avenge those who died in the city.
And this person holding the overwhelming object must be from the city.
Therefore, in Qi Sheng's view, the words "common people are used as a guide and poisons are used to kill demons" are nothing more than sacrificing a whole city of people in exchange for the birth of a winning object. The method is despicable and he disdains it.
At that time, Qi Sheng did not realize the superficiality of this idea, because in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, hundreds of great masters of the Yin and Yang family had studied this eight-character prophecy all night long. The final conclusion was not to use overwhelming objects to suppress the demons, but to use everyone in the city as a carrier of poison to kill the demons.
As for how to kill with poison, Tang Sect and many other poison masters at that time had already developed various techniques, which, combined with the suppression of top formation masters, were enough to completely eliminate a demon.
But when this answer was reported, the leader who was not yet old lit up a cigarette, slammed the table and yelled: "Nonsense! We are the people's soldiers, how can we in turn let the people suffer! This is simply nonsense. , Seventy-two demons, do you want us to have seventy-two more dead cities in China!?"
This issue caused an uproar among the military, government, and repair parties at the time. Many people believed that this move would ensure peace of mind forever, and there was still room for maneuver.
For example, reducing the number of residents in the city, for example, extending the poisoning time, and using time to exchange for the survival of the people.
When there are too many words like this, people feel that there is nothing to fear from mere monsters.
At the end of the story, the leader gave instructions to the five major sects at the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China to create the Stranger Organization and send guardians to suppress demons every few decades. The incident ended with Xiuke's concession in exchange for people's lives. In the next fifty years, countless cultivators came one after another, fighting against demons day and night, and finally ensured that there would be no more unrest in the thirteen states of China.
Compared with the alien organization on the surface, the many unknown cultivators secretly are the real heroes.
For example, when Ye Yu set foot in Fengning City, two cultivators were already watching him secretly.
If Li Xiuzhen is the guardian of infinite glory and the eye of the formation, then these monks are the iron nails hammered into the demon's body.
Thinking of this, Ye Yu raised his head. At the end of the street was the well that hundreds of people in Zhizhu Lane relied on for survival. Beside the well were hundreds of people. They looked at themselves as if they had seen them in the past.
Ye Yu walked forward and they came face to face.
"Xuanmimen Xuyou."
The man who passed Ye Yu whispered.
Ye Yu suddenly looked back, but the man had committed suicide.
Before Ye Yu could say anything, voices started to sound one after another.
"Zhang Lan of Fengming Sect."
"Jiang Maoshan of the Jiang family in Qizhou."
"Huang Jianji of the Castle Tower."
"The Seal of King Qin of Luoxue Mountain."
"Tang Clan Tang Ao."
"Linzhou Jia Shuanghua."
…
Everyone passed by Ye Yu step by step, and the sound of falling to the ground was heard one after another. Ye Yu frowned and said nothing.
The blood flows like a stream slowly towards the wellhead.
"Li Xiuzhen..." Ye Yu gritted his teeth.
The number of monks who have just died is no more than 312.
There are 316 people in Zhizhu Lane.
Ye Yu stepped on the blood river and moved forward step by step, faster and faster.
Ye Ziyu woke up slowly and saw that the surroundings were like purgatory, with corpses scattered on the streets. Ye Yu looked forward with a livid face and said nothing.
"Brother, let me down." Ye Ziyu understood that this was Ye Yu's own business and she couldn't get involved.
Ye Yu hummed, jumped onto the roof of the roadside house, and gently put Ye Ziyu down.
"Be careful." Ye Ziyu warned.
Ye Yu nodded, and his toes reached Li Xiuzhen's head in an instant.
Li Xiuzhen, wearing the purple robe of Fengming Sect, stood at the mouth of the well, looking up at the menacing Ye Yu with a smile.
"What do you think of human life!"
Ye Yu held the broken sword of the Sword Immortal in his hand and came with one strike.
Li Xiuzhen put his two fingers together and easily caught Ye Yu's sword.
"Fellow Taoist asked me this morning, and now I understand."
Li Xiuzhen smiled and said: "The strong ones are the ones with the right to speak. If Pindao is not strong enough, let others beat Pindao to death, but those under Pindao have to listen to Pindao's principles."
"It's not right to say that. Why don't you say this, Ye Yu, what qualifications do you have to ask for justice?"
Li Xiuzhen narrowed his eyes: "If you think about it, the Guardians have to take care of millions of people in the city. Could it be that they can see all the suffering in the world? Could it be that the injustices in the world require Guardians to express their anger? What are you doing? Eat, eat shit?”
"Put yourself in their shoes?" Ye Yu sneered: "It's not your fault that you refused to save them. When I wanted to take revenge afterwards, it was you who hid their whereabouts so that I couldn't hunt down my enemies. This is one of them."
"You sacrificed 313 people in Zhizhu Lane just to suppress the demons and even dragged millions of people in Bailu District into trouble. This is the second one."
"You leaked my whereabouts to the Ye family, which caused me to be surrounded and killed twice in Fengning City. As a result, my old injuries recurred again and again and my life span was shortened. This is the third reason."
Ye Yu gritted his teeth, and a fire of unknown karma rushed up in his heart for no reason. He slashed down with all his strength, almost roaring: "How did my mother, a mortal, know the secret method of entering the depths of the fake city! If you hadn't revealed it to her , why should she die for me!"
Li Xiuzhen let the sword fall on him, but he couldn't break even a single point of the purple robe passed down by the Fengming Sect.
"It's just for myself that I broke the rules."
Li Xiuzhen said calmly.
"Ye Yu, this city owes you justice."
"Yeah, I can't stand these scholars either. They're so disgusting."
Two people appeared next to Li Xiuzhen, one on the left and one on the right. He looked closely to see who else could it be if it wasn't the beggar Liu Cong and Ye Yu met when they first returned to Fengning City.
Taoist priest Li Xiuzhen smiled, and the disguise on his face fell off, revealing that he was the scholar who was with Li Xiuzhen before.
"Ye Yu, nice to meet you. My name is Chen Zheng." Chen Zheng looked to the left and right and said with a smile, "Are you two trying to help Ye Yu kill Li Xiuzhen? This crime is not a small one."
"Are you stupid because of reading? You are allowed to bully others because of your high level, but Xiao Yu is not allowed to avenge his mother?" The beggar smeared his boogers on Chen Zheng's Taoist robe and sneered.
Chen Zheng was about to say something, but Liu Cong had already been whipped with fire.
"Stop talking, everything you read has gone into the dog's belly. You say that others are only doing it for yourself. What are you doing? I'm just a stick for you." Liu Cong disappeared with Chen Zheng with a dark face. The beggar looked at the sky for a long time. After coming back to his senses, his eyes once again fell on Ye Yu who was bending down and crying.
Compared with the last time we met, this young man was much more indecisive. To be honest, I really didn't like such a person. He looked like a man who cried and cried.
But the beggar suddenly understood Lu Yu's intention, but when he looked at Ye Yu, he felt distressed again.
The old thing is good at torturing people, and overcoming inner demons does not happen overnight, so why bother messing up Ye Yu's mood again and again and making him face the things he least wants to face again and again.
"Don't be sad, Ye Yu. Wang Wan has been reincarnated. It's good that she has a good family to support her in this life. Even if it wasn't for you, she would still choose to die like this. It's not your fault."
The beggar walked up and patted Ye Yu on the shoulder. This wolf king who was used to seeing life and death could not face the death of his sister and mother. It was also...unspeakably bitter.
"They...they actually take this kind of thing for granted." Ye Yu murmured to himself.
"You take what they say as bullshit. Young man, you have to be obedient. Your mother told me to eat well and don't cover your stomach when you sleep at night. You will catch a cold. You must wear more clothes when it's cold..."
The beggar said, and suddenly pointed out: "Look, who is coming."
Ye Yu raised his head, with tears in his eyes, Wang Wan's face gradually became clear.
"Yu'er."
His mother's voice fell into Ye Yu's ears, as if it were the sound of nature.
"Mom..." Ye Yu hugged the visitor and burst into tears.
When Ye Ziyu saw Wang Wan on the roof, her eyes were filled with tears and she murmured to herself: "Mother...my mother..."
Wang Wan hugged Ye Yu gently. Her eyebrows were like the moon and her breath was like orchids: "Yu'er is not afraid. Mom is here and no one can bully Yu'er."
A mother and son hugged each other in a pool of blood and poured out their hearts. When the beggar left, he looked back at the bricks and gray tiles behind him and was filled with emotion.
The young man is very disappointed with the world, but the master doesn't want to disappoint you. The heavy rain in the world is torrential, and everything is struggling to survive. No one can bear more for you.
You have to hide your own cowardice.
Let these three hundred and fourteen people in Zhizhu Lane become your past.
The beggar shouted softly: "Get up!"
The monks who had committed suicide stood up one after another. Their eyes had light, but their voices were no longer the same as before.
What they just said was their last words in this world.
"Mom, look! It's Aunt Wang!"
"Wan'er and Xiao Yu have grown up so much, time flies so fast."
"Yes, if my child was still here, he would be this old."
Li Xiuzhen didn't really want to understand that truth, but Chen Zheng had to ask for an explanation. Are you, Ye Yu, really qualified to ask Jian?
Liu Cong doesn't care so much, but I think you scholars are talking like a piece of shit.
A beggar comes here to work as a beggar.
And those monks who were willing to die were all favored by Lu Yu. They spent several years replacing other cultivators in Fengning City. Now, with their deaths, Li Xiuzhen no longer has anyone in the city who can help him stabilize his formation.
"Everyone, what you have done today will be remembered in history in the future." Lu Yuzuo bowed.
"Sir, we don't want to remember this in history, as long as Ye Yu is free to meet my baby for me."
Echoing voices came and went, and Lu Yu nodded, "You can go with peace of mind."
"Then let's go, sir."
The leading man turned around and said, "Sir, take care."
Lu Yu closed his eyes and nodded heavily.
The beggar used a secret method to revive the corpse and reshape the memories of those 312 people.
Ye Yu, now you are qualified to come to them and ask for justice that has been overdue for eleven years.
