Although the big tree left behind grew majestic, it was entangled with a touch of resentment.
It must be that Gao Lu's resentment still remains, right? Will there be no problem if this continues?
He had to raise his neck completely to look up at this huge tree. He still remembered the night when Gao Lu and Wu Sheng's five disciples saw it growing so big in a short period of time.
He recalled that the girl who made Gao Lu leak out the essence he had absorbed was a little girl in red. She must be the girl in the legend of Tofu Lang who was good at flying needles. She looked like she was only seven years old. He couldn't figure it out. How could it be so powerful?
In my memory, that little girl later appeared when hundreds of demons gathered...
Speaking of which, this tree can be regarded as Gao Lu's tomb.
Yun Kong walked under the tree, touched the strong tree body, and imagined how many lives it contained.
Suddenly, he felt something strange.
When he kept his hand on the tree trunk for a while, a weak heartbeat came from his palm, and he could even feel it breathing. It was a very subtle rise and fall, but it was indeed breathing.
Yun Kong retracted his hand in shock, then took a step back, looking down at the tree roots and soil beneath his feet.
Because he found that even the soles of his feet felt an almost imperceptible undulation.
"Could it be...?"
The ground's breathing became faster, although the change was still too subtle to be noticed.
Yunkong thought that it was because of his appearance that the tree became restless.
"Gao Lu?" he called softly.
The big tree suddenly stopped life, as if it was dead. For just a moment, it regained its vitality and disguised itself as an ordinary big tree.
Yun Kong pursed his lips and stretched out his hand to touch the tree. He turned his head and looked around to see if there was anyone who could help if anything happened. No, actually they can't help.
Yun Kong half-closed his eyes, adjusted his breath, and pressed his hand on the tree trunk.
A light Qi touched the palm of his hand like a probing, then slowly strengthened, penetrated into his palm, and flowed through his consciousness. The Qi carried thoughts, stored information from the past, and narrated the sadness of one scene after another. time.
Yun Kong was surprised to see that it turned out that Gao Lu was not from the Central Plains, but from a strange country that he did not understand. He spoke a language he had never heard of, but wore similar Chinese clothes and wrote similar Chinese characters.
But the memories that are most likely to be left behind are usually negative memories, such as fear, sadness, anger, uneasiness, and sadness. All kinds of strong memories flow through the sky, making people easily mistakenly think that his life is only suffering, and he has never experienced anything. Have fun.
He saw Gao Lu being severely trained by his father in his childhood. He would swing wooden sticks on the gravel ground by the river and fight with other children. If he made the slightest mistake, he would be kicked to the ground by his father and his whole head would be pressed into the river. , almost suffocated to death, the whole memory is filled with fear of death...
The thoughts rushed into Yun Kong's consciousness like a waterfall, and he struggled to defend himself to avoid being overwhelmed by the powerful Gao Lu thoughts.
...The fear of leaving home all night, the fear of boarding the ship for the first time, the fear of vomiting to death in the wind and waves. The most terrifying thing was that when the ship sank, even though he had trained swimming in the river, he was not sure that he would be able to swim in the waves. Survive the big waves.
Suddenly, an image flashed in Yun Kong's mind.
That thing looked like a ball of wind, and also like a weasel covered in fine hair.
Many chaotic thoughts poured into Yun Kong's consciousness, and he gradually understood Gao Lu's thoughts.
"I see..." Yun Kong murmured, "You didn't steal the Sword Art, that Sword Art belongs to you!"
The humiliation and injustice that Gao Lu suffered made Yun Kong's heart feel so painful that he couldn't help but burst into tears and shed two clear tears.
Twenty years later, Yun Kong finally understood Gao Lu's injustice.
Even Chi Chengzi doesn't know that his master is the thief, right?
Chi Chengzi didn't know that he was aiding the emperor, but instead made Gao Lu fall into deeper despair.
Yunkong also caught a glimpse of that scene. When Chi Chengzi cut off Gao Lu's hand tendons and hamstrings, Gao Lu's consciousness fell into deep darkness, and he still can't break free.
"But Master Yu treats you well, right?" Yun Kong asked him in a low voice, "Although your status is low, you have not been treated badly, and you are equal to others, right?"
The big tree still continuously outputs resentful thoughts.
"Are you Gao Lu?" Yunkong felt that Gao Lu was not dead yet. Maybe he was pressed under the tree, or maybe he was the root of the tree. "Or, are you no longer a human being?" If so, then his fate would be even worse. Sad.
He couldn't guess what Gao Lu had become now.
"No matter who you are, if you are wronged, the person who took his life from you is also wronged," Yun Kong pressed the tree with force, forcing his thoughts into it, "You blame others, and others blame you, and the grievances are intertwined. Are you willing to form a tightly locked iron network and avenge each other's grievances from life to life?"
The communication of ideas is more direct than the communication of words, and it is easier to convey ideas. This is the real "heart-to-heart".
The big tree was silent.
Complete silence, no movement of thoughts.
Suddenly, an image popped into Yun Kong's mind.
It was a man with a short beard, wearing a military uniform, riding a horse, with a pair of eyes darting back and forth, constantly paying attention to the expressions of others.
"Who?" Yun Kong asked, but received no response.
Then, the big tree returned to silence, leaving only the sound of water molecules in the fiber tubes rubbing and pushing against each other.
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Towards evening, Mr. Yu, who called himself Zhuzhou, finally came back.
He listened to Qin'er's description of Yun Kong's appearance when he first arrived. Even though he was extremely tired, he still sat down and talked with Yun Kong.
He chose a quiet corner and asked his close servant Qi'er and others to stay outside and prevent others from approaching.
"Did you hear that the Taoist priest came from the north?"
"Pindao came here specifically to find you," Yun Kong whispered. "The situation is critical. The Jin people are different from the Liao people in the past. The Song Dynasty may not be able to resist."
Zhu Zhou stretched out his hand to cover Yun Kong's mouth: "You can't say these words casually."
"Why don't I know this?" Yun Kong bent down and got close to the bamboo boat. "I was trapped in the siege of Taiyuan. The Jin people only withdrew their troops in February. I went through hardships and walked for a hundred days to get here."
"Usually it only takes more than ten days to travel by water..." Zhu Zhou frowned worriedly, "At the beginning of the year, the imperial court sent troops to search the house and collect enough silver to give to the Jin people, so that Kaifeng was able to rescue the siege." What he was thinking was: If this continues, everything will be plundered sooner or later, and it will be useless no matter how much money you make.
Zhuzhou is a businessman of several generations. From morning till night, all he thinks about is business matters. He even thinks in numbers instead of words.
The hard-earned money was threatened and taken away. Even though the capital of a country was redeemed, it was heartbreaking. It was not like the court was not collecting taxes on weekdays.
"I'm here to tell you that Kaifeng will fall," Yun Kong lowered his voice, "You must run away quickly."
Zhuzhou didn't believe it, and frowned suspiciously: "In the past two hundred years, Kaifeng has been in crisis many times, but it has not fallen."
"I don't even want to believe it, but in the past few years, news from all sides has been warning me that it may be unstoppable."
"Where's the news?"
Yun Kong sighed: "This is the most unbelievable part. I have encountered many things in the past few years, and I have always received the same news. Zhang Tieqiao, the divine strategist among the four strange people, warned me, and Guan Sheng Emperor of Taiyuan Prefecture descended upon me. Even the spirits know about the Luan prophecy. If Mr. Zhuzhou wants to know the details, I can tell you all."
Zhu Zhou stopped talking and held his chin in deep thought.
After a long time, he got close to Yun Kong and whispered: "Is the Song Dynasty really going to perish?"
"I dare not say, but Kaifeng Mansion will be lost, and it may be within half a year."
Zhuzhou pondered for a moment and said: "The Great Wall blocked the Liao people and the Jin people. To the south of the Great Wall were Taiyuan Prefecture and Zhending Prefecture for first-line protection. Tokyo was also protected by Yingtian Prefecture, Daming Prefecture, and Henan Prefecture. "
Yunkong reminded him: "The Jin easily broke through the defense line, but Kaifeng was still surrounded."
Zhu Zhou silently calculated for a while before saying: "The Jin people only covet money. For more than a hundred years since the founding of the Song Dynasty, they have used financial resources to stop the Hu people. Why is this year an exception?" Zhu Zhou's idea is consistent with the policies of the Song Dynasty since its founding. Similarly, the Song Dynasty, where commerce was unprecedentedly developed, believed that there was no problem that money could not solve.
"Mr. Zhuzhou, you are a businessman, so you must understand people's hearts better than me," Yun Kong said, "I heard that in the government today, from the emperor to the prime minister, they are all greedy for money and afraid of trouble. When the military situation is urgent, the Huashi Gang will be abolished, and the military will be relieved. The Hua Shi Gang was restored, and the imperial army did not care about protecting the country. They fled in the face of defeat. Even the emperor fled to Nanjing and gave up the hot throne to his son. The Song Dynasty has exhausted its power. Everyone knows it, but we mortals are stubborn. "
