The mirror without me suddenly appeared, but the mirror surface was completely black. There was a sound of wind blowing from time to time, and it seemed to be a hidden place in a building.
Sheng Li arched his brows slightly, then clapped his hands, and the screen suddenly lit up.
Bai Zimo and Twelve Tian were walking on a narrow corridor. Keep going down.
Gu Yucheng and Bai Zhiyi were both dumbfounded.
Can it still be like this?
Sheng Li explained, "It's not that the scene is dark, it's just Bai Zimo's method. This method is not magical. What is truly magical is the Mirror of Wu Zhen. - Theoretically, this mirror has no upper limit. It just depends on whether you can afford it. The stronger you are, the less constraints you have on performing the technique."
"So, we all like a bunch of people to control the Mirror of Wu Zhen." Luo Yin complained, somewhat complaining about Sheng Li's strength.
However, a person who can think of using himself to evolve the four seasons and five elements, and can do it, such a guy's talent and strength should be the best among all.
"Ha." Sheng Li said with a bitter smile, "My cultivation direction is already a little biased..."
A voice came from the mirror, interrupting Shengli.
"After the late Emperor disappeared, the Demon Queen and I, ha..." Bai Zimo also smiled bitterly, and said after a long silence, "In fact, everyone in the world knows that there must be something fishy about the disappearance of the late Emperor. At that time, I started to investigate this matter. "
"I tried every means to find a way to the truth." Bai Zimo looked gloomy.
Twelve days, my mouth felt dry. "When? Zimo, when did you discover...the truth?!"
Bai Zimo frowned slightly, "Actually, I didn't get clear evidence. But after excluding all possibilities, the remaining impossible conjecture is the truth."
Twelve Days was a bit disappointing.
The guess can be reasonable in every possible way, but it cannot be miscalculated at all.
No matter how clever the calculation is, it may be overturned by a small joke, so that everything is wrong and everything is broken.
The atmosphere fell into silence.
Bai Zimo saw the twinkle in Twelve Heaven's eyes, which was the wavering in his heart.
After all, Twelve Days is the person he trusts the most.
Bai Zimo finally collapsed.
"There are no butterflies flying high in the heavy rain, and dawn is not the prelude to hope. After the heavy rain pours, there is only wailing and starvation everywhere. I still remember that I was a person who could not even eat." Bai Zi Mo suddenly fell into memories.
"I once naively thought that people who have emerged from poverty will eventually work together like trackers to pull people on the boat forward..."
"It's a pity... Whether it's Bu Guren, Qi Yunhai, or Feng Jingliu, it seems that everyone in the world cares about you. Isn't there anyone who looks back and takes a look at the faces in the dust behind you?"
"I thought I could change the so-called bloodline or destiny... I thought, haha, the most ridiculous thing in the world is just wishful thinking!"
Bai Zimo's eyes were blood red and extremely sad.
"What exactly am I looking for in this life? Is it a change from being cautious? Is it like-minded trackers? I want to make the demon country, no, I want to make the world a better place..."
But the demon kingdom is falling downward day by day, falling into the abyss of ruin.
…
After the Supreme's sermon, Bai Zimo hoped to change the emperor Bai Guidao, and wanted to see the world where the Supreme said "the world belongs to the people".
What finally ushered in was the mystery of the Demon Emperor's disappearance.
After that, he wanted to stabilize the situation in the Demon Kingdom and find the truth.
What he got was that the daughter of the high priest fled with the demon emperor.
Under the persecution of Bu Guren and other prefects, the fear of the four major powers, and the suspicion of the military aircraft guards and other forces supporting the royal family, Bai Zimo had to give up his identity as the master of the military aircraft palace.
He had to sit back and watch the three chief eunuchs consolidate their power step by step.
Even his own family and descendants just want to push him to the throne.
This is the powerful official of the Demon Kingdom.
I never got what I wanted in one day.
"I have never experienced any satisfactory and joyful success in my life. - Never..."
Bai Zimo seemed to have lost all expression overnight and muttered to himself in despair.
Looking at the collapsed Bai Zimo in the mirror, Bai Zhiyi couldn't help but burst into tears.
Bai Zhiyi, who has no sense of belonging to the eternal heaven and earth, or the immortal world, actually sheds tears for Bai Zimo, who claims to ask for life from heaven and earth and wants to save the common people.
Perhaps people who have lost their way will burst into tears when they see the other side in others' hearts.
Twelve days was speechless for a moment.
"Bai Zimo, he has been bearing everything. How could he not be heartbroken and unbearable, and how could he remain unwavering?" Twelve Tian sighed in his heart.
Twelve days smiled bitterly and said, "Bai Zimo. I never regret any decision I made."
Bai Zimo turned his eyes slightly. Two lines of blood and tears were eye-catching.
Just now. Wasn't Bai Zimo shaken?
Twelve Heavens said slowly and faintly, "Any monk should be confused.
Only a monk who throws out hope in his life without seeing a response will be confused. And such a life is considered alive.
Bai Zimo, since I choose to follow you, it's not because you never hesitate. "
"Because of what you said: The writing of history is like a knife cutting into human bones, and you will not pay homage to princes, loyal people, or common people."
Bai Zimo's eyes moved slightly.
"Only this sentence?" Bai Zimo asked.
Twelve Heavens sneered, "Some people believe in muddling along, some believe in benefits, and some believe in ideals. There are thousands of choices in the world, how many of them bend down to worship the common people?"
"One sentence is enough. I never regret it. Even at this moment," Twelve Days smiled brightly at Bai Zimo.
Bai Zimo was startled for a moment, then finally laughed, "Yes. One sentence is enough. Why regret in life? A life of complete failure is not terrible. The terrible thing is to fail nine thousand nine hundred times and give up at the ten thousandth time."
He, Bai Zimo, is Bai Zimo after all.
…
Gu Yucheng's heart moved slightly.
A choice?
choice. Gu Yucheng has met many people, and they have all made choices.
Like Nan Xun, in order to preserve the vague and ridiculous integrity in Gu Yucheng's mouth, he chose to break through forcefully and die...
For example, Mo Zheng, the ancestor of the Ju-Ke sect, in order to pass on the ideals of the ancestors of the Ju-Ke sect, chose to stay in the secret place and accompany the desolate land. From then on, life and loneliness recognized each other.
They are all losers.
One lost his ideals, and his former vitality of following the Supreme was also lost, declining like a diseased tree; one lost his entire sect, and the swordsmanship he spent his whole life pursuing did not come true.
Is this a choice?
Is the right or wrong of a monk's decision judged by success or failure?
Gu Yucheng believed that it was right to leave Zhengding Jue behind and persuade the monks to rule the world together with the people.
But they failed.
Gu Yucheng believed that monks who did not abide by the Zhengding Jue would eventually fail.
But the Demon Emperor lineage, which preaches that blood is destiny and suppresses all people, has been passed down for tens of thousands of years.
Even if Bai Zhiyi loses Jiangshan, Xuansheng will take his place.
That devil just treats others as food, devouring them at will and wasting them wantonly.
Will they always be successful?
………
Ah.
Today's choices will ultimately fall into the hands of historians in the future.
What kind of evaluation do you want, then be that kind of person.
Until that day, when the most just historical writing is written, your flesh and blood will be revealed moment by moment.
On that day, it will also be the moment when your passion will be revealed in the eyes of the world.
"I don't want to see myself in the history books as just a Machiavellian, appearing as a prince in a three-party dispute." Gu Yucheng thought, "I also want to make my decision public to future generations."
In the mirror without me, Bai Zimo and Twelve Heavens cast their shadows down. They already have a choice in their minds.
This legend, this epic, is the result of one person after another using their choices
Choose to write with life.
