Murong Mingzhu recounted her experiences over the past few years, and Bai Ye listened carefully and nodded. What surprised him the most was that the Bingxian was still alive and had single-handedly created Dawu, who could rival the great Han in the world.
Huang Chaowu asked himself an incomprehensible question: "The trouble of evil spirits outside the world has not been solved after two eras. Even so many great emperors in ancient times could not completely solve it. We monks can be said to have thousands of troops crossing the single-plank bridge just to fight for that one." With the throne of the emperor, external troubles remain unresolved and internal troubles arise frequently..."
After saying this, he stared at Bai Ye with burning eyes: "Does it make sense to fly into a flame like a moth?"
His father used the whole family's efforts to seal him into this era and put the responsibility of revitalizing the demonic path on his shoulders. However, after a few years of experience, times have really changed.
Coupled with Chen Qiyu's death, he was disheartened after two eras.
People have three thousand illnesses from birth to old age, but lovesickness alone cannot cure them.
It seems that the Taoist heart of the senior brother has been shaken. Bai Ye frowns and sighs: "A wise person should never laugh at a moth flying into the fire. Our Taoist ancestor has left behind darkness and terror. We cannot choose when facing the darkness." Turning a blind eye makes people in the world look around at a loss, but they are at a loss. They only feel that the sky is huge and there is no place to stand. They can only be disappointed and have no hope for the whole world.
The best world in my mind should be one in which no matter how dim and painful it appears, at the end of the road, people will see a glimmer of light and even a glimmer of hope for life.
The sages of the past generations came forward one after another without hesitation, for what reason? In ancient times, even gods and demons were buried in the struggle against evil spirits, because only in this way can light and faith be established for future generations.
This is called a thousand-year darkroom, and it becomes light with just one light.
This can be regarded as the true practice of martial arts, and its legacy can be passed down from generation to generation. "
Huang Chao nodded thoughtfully after listening to Bai Ye's words. The next moment, Bai Ye put his hand on his shoulder, looked into his eyes and chuckled: "It is our duty to revive the glory of the devil!"
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Huang Chao's aura became restrained in an instant, changing from the previous decadence, as if he had returned to the time when Bai Ye first entered the Heart Demon Sect and saw him.
"I understand, thanks for the advice, junior brother!"
Huang Chao laughed, and Murong Mingzhu on the side looked at Bai Ye again. If the words just said by the ancestors and giants of Tiannu were said, they would be understandable, but when said by Bai Ye, they would not be in line with the experience of a twenty-year-old young man. .
"Our senior brothers are still so polite. Senior sister has been gone for so long. It's time for senior brother to have a new life!" Bai Ye said softly.
The famous sword is ruined, where is the hero?
Prosperity comes from time to time, and the state of the world changes like clouds; the east rises and the west fails, and the ups and downs are also the sorrow of heroes.
Hundan once said a very classic saying, no one can walk on the imperial road completely, and immortality is just a mirror.
Huang Chao smiled and said: "Now I don't like to get close to others. I am always afraid of hurting others unknowingly. Maybe there is another inner demon in my heart... But it doesn't matter anymore. The important things are all gone. It’s become a thing of the past.”
I hope lovers will eventually get married. This is the most hateful and most promising statement.
Bai Ye clasped his hands together, then palms facing each other, and said with a smile: "Actually, the most important thing between people is to have a good sense of propriety. Don't do good deeds because they are small, and don't do evil things because they are small. What I mean is to have a good sense of propriety." He’s very measured and it’s not that difficult to get along with others.”
King Xiang listened and nodded in approval. The understanding of thoughts and principles is the greatest characteristic of humanity. The ancient sages said that the way to be a saint is to establish a heart for the heaven and earth, to establish a destiny for the people, to create peace for all generations, and to continue the past saints. Unparalleled learning, if these four are integrated into one, they can be called saints.
Today, in Humanity, Wang Hua and the King of Northern Liang are the strongest, followed by Guiguzi and him. This is the basis for Humanity to compete with other avenues.
King Xiang saw the shadow of a humane sage in Bai Ye, and his understanding of ideological principles had exceeded that of most people of the younger generation.
Huang Chao suddenly raised his hand and punched Bai Ye's chest lightly, and scolded with a smile: "Where did you learn all these great principles? It's so annoying to keep repeating them one after another!"
Hearing this, Bai Ye pretended to be in pain and rubbed his chest, smacking his lips and saying, "Just do it if you can't talk. Senior brother is really unreasonable..."
Huang Chao raised his left hand, stared at the palm of his hand and said, "The world is so big that you can't stand on a square inch. Life is short. It only lasts a hundred and thirty-six thousand five hundred days. If you live a lifetime in confusion, that's fine."
Bai Ye was silent for a long time, then suddenly reached out and punched him back, saying: "I learned from you, just take action if you can't talk..."
After saying this, the four of them couldn't help laughing. Murong Mingzhu rolled her eyes fiercely, and then asked softly: "Brother Ye, what are your next plans? Do you want to go to the Tomb of Lihen together to have a look?"
Li Hen was the eighth reincarnation of Cang Hai and he was also the Great Emperor. His mausoleum was unusual. I was afraid that there would be another bloody storm. On the surface, there were not many fluctuations, but underneath, there were turbulent waves and murderous intent.
Just like the deaths of Wuhengu Bai Yiyi and Wangchuan Saint Fu Xinjun two years ago, they were calm on the surface, but in fact they were the result of a conspiracy that lasted for decades and thousands of years!
Bai Ye still remembers the 'Palace of Everlasting Hatred in the Valley of No Hatred', the gentle lady of the valley owner, and once again recalls that she still feels all kinds of regrets in her heart, unable to love her, going crazy for love, and plotting for twenty years to destroy her family. , Bai Yiyi can be said to be the woman he feels most pitiable.
He sighed in his heart. He didn't know how many more people would die when Emperor Lihen's tomb was opened. Bai Ye shook his head and said, "I haven't decided yet. If I go, I'll go to the Emperor Wu Palace to find you!"
Nodding seriously, Murong Mingzhu raised her eyebrows and said with a change of topic: "In the battle at Junzi City, Dawu was defeated without a fight. It has shown its decline. I want to develop but I am powerless."
Although it was a bit abrupt to say these things at this time, Bai Ye looked at the little girl in front of him who was weak and weak at the beginning. She must have suffered a lot to become the empress of one side, and immediately expressed her opinion: "The wise will use their best efforts, and the brave will use their best. With power, benevolent people will spread their benefits, and believers will be loyal to them. Civil and military forces will compete with each other, and the monarch and his ministers will live in peace and harmony, and they will be able to rule with dignity."
King Xiang's eyes widened, and he clapped his hands and applauded: "You can conquer the world and defend the world in just one sentence. Ye Xiaozi, you can be classified as a top-notch genius just by your words!"
Bai Ye glanced sideways at King Xiang, and then said to Murong Mingzhu: "The first four sentences are about the way of employing people, and the so-called civil and military competition is a good competition system, with rewards and punishments, which means letting people shed their heads and shed their blood. It’s not difficult!”
Murong Mingzhu looked thoughtful, as if she understood, but also didn't seem to understand. Only then did King Xiang really pay attention to Bai Ye, his old friend, and added: "The real skill lies in chess. No matter how good you are at chess, you can't understand it." That's it. There is a world of difference between being able to play chess and being a human being. Some people are neither outside chess nor a chess player. They are just chess pieces. That is sad. These are the three realms of monks. Outside chess , your master is considered one, Zhong Xinzhenggong loses to these people, they are all considered chess players, and sometimes they are also pawns in other people's schemes."
