It was the same evening, in a remote corner of northwest Asia. The yellow-brown soil mountain is as tall as a cliff. It is not a rock wall, but it also has sparse vegetation.
There is a large river flowing hundreds of meters below the cliff, and the water is surging and powerful. And the streams in the mountains, which are about ten feet wide, gurgling softly into the mountains.
Two peasant boys with pigtails on the back of their heads were squatting in the stream just up to their ankles. They looked like two brothers. The older one looked to be seven or eight years old, and the younger one was about five years old.
There's no rush to go home. There is a pot-bellied can beside the brother, which already contains some small fish and crabs. At this time, he is pocketing it with one hand and carefully removing a stone with the other.
"Bah!", the black shadow as thick as a thumb fled quickly under the flowing water.
"Hurry up, hurry up, hold it... Over there, hold it." Seeing the prey escape, the elder brother was a little annoyed. He raised his head and complained, while glaring at his distracted brother.
The younger brother also raised his head, looking directly over his elder brother's shoulder, looking at the high cliff, Mumu said: "Brother, someone just flew over."
My brother was confused, "What?!"
"Someone just flew, flew, flew, flew over."
"Fart, those who can fly are birds. People who can fly are gods. When we meet gods, we have to worship. If we worship gods, they will accept us as their apprentices and teach us the seventy-two transformations..."
My brother wanted to get involved in the story and was talking with gusto.
The younger brother opposite suddenly put his wet hands together and bowed seriously to the high place.
"What are you doing?"
"I pay my respects and ask the gods to accept me as their disciples." The younger brother said, stretching out his hand and pointing to the heights behind his elder brother, "Another one flew over. He was a monk and immortal."
"seriously?"
The elder brother quickly looked back, but saw nothing.
To be precise, what my brother saw was not flying, but running.
But the speed of Ye Jian and Jiang Longchi, running at full speed on the uneven earth cliff, looked like flying.
"By the way, it's been so many days, why haven't you followed Master Longchi?!"
Thinking about the old man being forgetful and confused, it wasn't something that was acted before, right? The Chinese sub-front army is becoming increasingly unreliable. Ye Jian turned around and asked while running.
In fact, his strength should be slightly higher than Jiang Longchi's, but he was injured, and the other party was more willing to die than him, so he had no choice but to flee all the way.
"You will lead the way, it's not like I'm going to find a place by myself." Jiang Longchi responded.
After chasing him for so many days, Jiang Longchi had actually forgotten a lot of things. He generally remembered that he had to stop Ye Jian here no matter what. Even if he couldn't kill him, he couldn't let him come and go freely.
"So that's it."
Ye Jian smiled helplessly, and at the same time he spread his right leg and walked over the earth and rocks to stop. He stopped less than a foot away from the edge of the cliff, and then turned around.
Jiang Longchi quickly attacked head-on.
"Wait, wait, wait..." Ye Jian waved his hands vigorously together, motioning to the cliff hundreds of meters high behind him, and said: "Cliff, I won't run away anymore, I will fight you."
"..." Fight? Jiang Longchi murmured in his mind, how about I use a flaw to get out of the way and let him continue running? Then I continue to chase.
Master Long Chi actually doesn't want to fight at the moment. He just needs to complete the task anyway. To put it in Chen Buxian's words, he can't die yet... And with the strength of the two of them, if they really want to fight, they will die or live. It will definitely not be easier.
But there was no way, he had to maintain his usual image. Jiang Longchi slowed down and approached with a small ax in his arms.
"Master, you don't look like a master at all." Ye Jian smiled and said, "How about this, let's chat for a few words first. Since you are forgetful, I can talk about what you can't talk about. Let's fight after we finish talking."
Jiang Longchi stopped to look at him... nodded and sat down on the ground.
Then he took out a water bag from his arms, raised his head and started drinking water, gudong, gudong, gudong... looking at Ye Jian with a proud expression.
Ye Jian also sat down, sitting on the edge of the cliff, watching with a dry mouth. He didn't bring any of these.
"Amitabha, please tell me."
"Give me a few sips of your water, and then I'll talk."
"Amitabha, what a beautiful thought."
Master Longchi put the water bag away in a rare gesture.
Ye Jian: "..."
Obviously, Master Longchi did not intend to drink and chat.
"Master's idea is just not to let me go to Mount Hilang, right?" After a while, Ye Jian said: "Originally, I didn't want to let you and Old Man Chen go there, but Old Man Chen has already gone, even if we can go now , it is probably too late to participate in the battle for that main ship."
"What do you want the main ship for?" Jiang Longchi asked directly. What he meant was, weren't you all looking forward to Dajian's arrival? I haven't heard that you want to leave. Even if this thing is useful to you, it doesn't seem worth paying such a high price.
"Not necessarily. As far as I'm concerned, destroying it, or only destroying part of it, is fine. Just don't let Wei Lan fully master the space flight technology." Ye Jian said.
Jiang Longchi looked at him in confusion.
"Because humans who own the Ark will show endless ugliness, and they will never be able to win." Ye Jian paused and said, "The hope of a few lives must be given to those who stand at the top and have power. At the same time, They would fight each other. That would be the scariest thing."
"Don't look at me like this. I said I said it because you were forgetful, and I didn't intend to sway you." He added.
This sentence really cannot be said to the world. Jiang Longchi knew that he would forget it soon, so he didn't remember it.
He thought about it, and to a certain extent, Ye Jian seemed to be making sense. Once he had the Ark, the will of resistance at the top of the human race would most likely be weakened. Especially when those people find that their chances of victory are getting slimmer and slimmer.
If it is really the temptation of immortality that bewitches Ne, then in the face of crisis, what will happen if there are only tens of thousands of people in the whole world?
Azure has been around for almost a hundred years, and after accommodating too many opinions and too many people, it has a lot of problems. Once conditions are met, will they really use a lot of resources to build an ark? !
"They will. In the name of preserving human fire, you can't stop it at all." Seemingly understanding the questions in Jiang Longchi's mind, Ye Jian took the initiative to answer... Then Gu Zi continued: "But don't say anything to me about preserving human fire. Meaning. What does the so-called fire and those who left alive have to do with the people left in this world?!"
"So, what's your philosophy?" Jiang Longchi asked a question that many of them have been wondering about for so many years.
"Don't let down the blood and sacrifices. While the blue is still blue, while everyone can't find a way out, and we are still here... let Dajian come down, and we will fight to the death."
Ye Jian spoke very calmly.
A long time ago, he suddenly broke away from Qinglan and joined Snow Lotus, but in fact, he was not a follower of Ne. It's just that on the path to achieving their goals, he and Xue Lian share a common step (let the big tip come). Ne also knows this.
If anything, Ye Jian is just his follower.
His ideas are cruel and dark in concrete terms, and are destined to be impossible to convince the world. He was walking on the loneliest road. Between the blue and the snow lotus.
"I said that the young officer who gave me the knife at the legion official forum that day was not from Xuelian. I didn't even know him... Master, do you believe it?"
Ye Jian's eyes turned bitter. He didn't know what the fate of that young officer would be, but he believed that the man's actions were because he understood him and therefore would not let him die. No matter where he learned this... it made Ye Jian feel a little less lonely.
Jiang Longchi did not respond to this question. He said: "That will kill many people, many, many innocent civilians."
Ye Jian nodded, "Yeah, but so what?!"
Jiang Longchi was silent for a moment.
Ye Jian also hesitated and said:
"Ne once conducted an experiment. In a certain place, ten people were imprisoned and deliberately told that they would be killed one after another at a rate of one per week. Those people quickly resisted together and attacked the guards."
"Later, Ne expanded the experimental subjects to a thousand people, divided them into two places, with 500 people in each place, and told them the same death pattern. In both places, people stood up and called for resistance. One place succeeded, but the resistance was not very Determined, many people hid behind. In the other place, it was a complete failure, some people snitched to survive, and most people stayed silent and retreated."
"Finally, when Ne expanded the experimental subjects to five thousand people, imprisoned them, and then distributed a number plate to each person, and picked one person to take away every week. Master, what do you think this time?
Some people still called for help, but to no avail. During this period, countless people snitched to survive. In the end, five thousand people prayed with their number plates and waited silently for their fate. Those who were drawn lamented and cried, while those who were not drawn silently rejoiced and continued to pray. "
Having said this, Ye Jian stood up and said: "So, let mankind stand together and face a common destiny. Only by no luck and no retreat can we win."
Jiang Longchi also stood up, standing across from each other dozens of meters away... After a few seconds, he said: "It's too complicated. I seem to have forgotten what you said."
Ye Jian smiled and nodded.
"Amitabha, I am suddenly curious about something." Master Longchi looked into his eyes and said, "Have you ever felt uneasy in these years?"
"disturbed?"
"You killed many people in Azure."
"Are you talking about those representatives of Azure's opinions? That great anthropologist? Social activist, political scientist?" Ye Jian's eyes suddenly turned ferocious and cruel, and he smiled provocatively and said, "I have never killed a Azure frontline person. warrior."
"There's none?"
"No. So, I'm not uneasy, I'm living a good life." Ye Jian stood on the edge of the cliff, opened his hands, and said with a smile, "I'm defending your justice, whether you need it or not."
After saying that, he fell backward naturally.
Falling hundreds of meters, he fell into the roaring river.
Can't die. Jiang Longchi stood on the edge of the cliff in silence for a while, and instead of jumping down... he turned back.
Not far away, two children came over carrying canned fish and crabs.
Jiang Longchi quickly put the ax into his sleeve, stepped forward and said gently and kindly: "Amitabha... Excuse me, do you know where Mount Xilang is? How to get out from here?"
The two children looked at each other.
The younger brother nodded solemnly.
The two brothers turned around suddenly, knelt down and began to kowtow.
"Fairy Grandpa."
"Grandpa Immortal, accept us as your disciples."
"Teach us the seventy-two transformations."
Jiang Longchi: "..." I'm not Sun Wukong! Even Sun Wukong's master is a Taoist priest, not a monk.
When the brothers looked up again, the old monk had disappeared.
"Look," the younger brother glanced at his older brother and said, "He's gone. He's really a god."
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The plateau is open. The sunset on the horizon is about to set.
More than twenty horses are galloping on the grassland. This was Han Qingyu who went to explore the gap for a long distance alone. After a short period of silent march, the charge to break through began.
Han Qingyu moved forward slightly, rushing to the front, carrying a long black wooden box on his back and two swords coming from the right shoulder.
The light of the setting sun hit his face from the side.
A group of three black-armored giants appeared in sight, on the side of the advancing route. Liu Shiheng and the herdsmen were a little nervous. The horses under their crotches are also screaming.
"Keep running, don't stop." Wen Jifei shouted.
Amidst the shouting, Han Qingyu, who was riding in front, suddenly stood up, tapped his foot on the galloping horse, and flew out.
The horses neighed in fright, lowered their heads and ran wildly.
His body was in the air, and three metal blocks melted on Han Qingyu's body. "Ode!" A majestic energy burst out, and the blue starlight pillar sword slashed out from behind him.
"Crack! Crack!"
The sides of the two large pointed necks arranged vertically were cut through by the tip of the Starlight Pillar Sword almost at the same time. They fell to the ground with shrill wails and began to struggle.
Han Qingyu flew straight towards the third body. The third large pointed black armor was swinging its pillar sword into the air. Han Qingyu didn't avoid it, he held the pillar sword in both hands and struck directly in the air.
"Boom! Click!"
The black-armored large pointed sword was broken in the middle, and the chest collapsed inward.
Han Qingyu took advantage of the situation and kicked it on the shoulder, and his whole body rose up in the air. While recovering his speed, he released his strength, flew diagonally back to the horse's back, and sat firmly.
During the whole process, the horse didn't lag at all, and Han Qingyu didn't make a sound.
The cavalry that broke through followed him and continued to gallop away...
At this moment, under the setting sun on the grassland, there was no sound except the horses' hooves.
This scene completely shocked the herdsmen, especially the children. Some of them had seen Han Qingyu kill monsters on the way here, but they had never seen Han Qingyu at full throttle, nor had he seen such a flowing action and killing in his four-turbo state.
"That's God, the God of War." Someone on horseback spoke in the national language.
The silence was broken.
"Uncle Dorje."
"Grandpa Suo Chi."
"Grandma."
"Abba."
Children's voices echoed all around.
"What's wrong?" the adults asked nervously.
The children's eyes were fixed on the back figure in front of them, "I want to go to their army."
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