The world often thinks that the place where this war started must be in Nanyi City.
But no.
But to the north of Fengqiling.
It came from the stalemate between the 300,000 Qingjia and the 200,000 troops outside Shanyue City.
Someone broke the tranquility.
In the beginning, it was just one person who was unruly.
Then it quickly evolved into an uncontrollable war.
The news that the reinforcements from the north had been beaten into old, weak, sick and disabled soldiers reached Nanyi City in the afternoon.
From the stories heard by those who hurried north.
So the news soon spread to the top of Nanyi City.
Zhang Xiaoyu, who was dressed in white and sitting at the top of the city, glanced back at the north and just said calmly, "Very good."
Just like the words he said that night when the thick fog in Daze dispersed and the light fell.
Everything is good.
Only the people in Nanyi City and Zhang Xiaoyu were in a bad mood.
So when Zhang Xiaoyu was in a bad mood.
The 300,000-strong Huangliang army staying outside the city also set off towards Nanyi City after the fire on the green mountains was extinguished.
The Jianzong brothers all looked at Zhang Xiaoyu nervously, fearing that the junior brother would jump off the top of the city due to some stimulation.
Of course Zhang Xiaoyu is not like this.
I have been losing cards in Nanyi City for so many years.
Zhang Xiaoyu's endurance is naturally very strong.
So when he watched the dust floating into the sun being blown away by the wind outside Nanyi City, Zhang Xiaoyu just held Yingyingzhou and jumped down from the city wall, standing on top of the city.
He calmly said please.
Wearing white clothes and standing in the dust caused by the war, he looked very pretentious.
It fits Nan Dao's impression of Zhang Xiaoyu very well.
But it’s also really pretentious.
The army of yellow beams who came across the swamp and chased Lingnan's 80,000 sword cultivators wildly outside Nanyi City had just begun to set foot on the short five-mile green mountain road leading to Nanyi City.
Then he met a sword light coming on the wind.
Just like the sword light before.
With chill and Taoist charm.
People in Nanyi City can recognize it as Zhang Xiaoyu's sword at a glance.
But because it was too far away, the lethality was actually not enough. After all, Zhang Xiaoyu didn't want to attach himself to Taoism, so he attached himself to Taoism.
But under the green mountain, among the thousands of black armors, a sword suddenly came.
Even if the power can only slow down their progress slightly, it is still a very handsome thing.
...
Young Master Wubei and Shuhe have already left Daze.
The pursuit of the disciples of Jian Zong was naturally left to Chen Nu.
The two of them were sitting on the green hills behind the 300,000-strong army, calmly watching the sword lights coming from Nanyi City.
The sword light was sparse.
After all, it is still far away from Nanyi City.
Only those few sword sect disciples and some of the more proud sword cultivators in Lingnan can get here.
There is trouble, but it's not serious.
Therefore, no one paid attention.
You have to go all the way to the outside of Nanyi City.
Only those swords from Eighty Thousand Sword Cultivators will truly fall into the world like locusts.
There were many great witches beside the two of them, and they all looked quietly towards the direction of the advancing army.
"I thought you would drag it on any longer." Shuhe looked at Young Master Wubei and said slowly.
Young Master Wubei smiled softly and said: "I was holding back before because there were too few people in Northern Wizard Road, but since you have all come to the front, there is no need to continue to stay at the edge of the river."
Shuhe snorted lightly, but did not continue talking about this matter. Instead, he talked about another thing that was about to be forgotten.
"When will you enter the city to find your brother?"
Young Master Wubei suppressed his smile, looked at Nan Yicheng and said calmly: "I don't have to look for him, he will come to me on his own."
Shu He was just talking casually, but he didn't expect that Hua Wuxi was actually alive, so he couldn't help but be a little surprised.
But he didn't say anything else. He just looked at Young Master Wubei's face for a long time, as if he wanted to see some jokes, but the latter looked calm and didn't see anything. He didn't seem to care much.
The two stood on the green mountain for a long time, but there was some sword light in the big swamp.
Shuhe turned around and looked into Daze.
"Those Sword Sect disciples are really annoying." Shuhe said slowly.
Young Master Wubei glanced back at Daze, then at Nanyi City, and said calmly: "In their eyes, we are the best."
"Since we stand on different sides, we naturally have to say things from different sides." Shuhe looked at Daze quietly, "Of course people on both sides have enough reasons to hate each other, but we only need one-sided words. , Hua Wubei.”
Young Master Wubei smiled softly, perhaps not expecting that his casual words would have such a big reaction from Shu He.
"Yes, Master Shuhe is certainly right."
Of course the words are nice to hear.
I just don’t know how sincere it is.
"But instead of correcting the problem in my words here, it is better to think about how to reconnect the locations of those witch marks so that the next half a million people can come across the swamp." Young Master Wubei said slowly, " Do you really plan to use the 300,000 people who went ahead to delay the march of the remaining people for a month to cross the swamp?"
Young Master Wubei is indeed not trying to pass the blame.
He is from the Northern Wizardry, so naturally he doesn't know how to repair those great formations.
Shuhe turned around calmly, looked at Young Master Wubei and said, "When Chen Nu has finished dealing with those Sword Sect disciples, someone will naturally deal with them."
Young Master Wubei just smiled, and then his smile gradually disappeared, and he just looked at Nan Yicheng calmly.
He naturally knew why Chennu stayed alone in Daze while Shuhe and himself came here.
Those southern wizards who claim to have the purest Yunmengze inheritance have naturally never truly believed in the northern wizards.
The two stood at the foot of the green mountain, watching the smoke and dust gradually rising from the world.
The mixed army of 300,000 troops and Wugui Dao has arrived at Nanyi City.
...
Just like what Young Master Wubei and Shuhe thought before.
When those armies approached Nanyi City, the flying swords from Lingnan's 80,000 sword cultivators fell like migratory locusts.
Fighting to defend Nanyi City naturally gave these swordsmen who were at the bottom of the cultivation world a great use.
Nanyi City and Lingnan Sword Sect naturally complement each other.
The sword cultivators sent their swords out of the city without any scruples, resolutely blocking the surging human army half a mile outside the city.
This is where most Lingnan swords can reach.
However, those mighty armies were still advancing slowly.
Behind them were many witches and ghosts who were chanting witchcraft.
In the battle formation, those ghost techniques are naturally not ordinary techniques.
Often dozens of people recite the same formula at the same time.
Therefore, the entire human world can see with the naked eye that the power of the Styx in the vast swamp has been drawn away, and it has gathered over the green hills where the embers are not extinguished outside Nanyi City, turning into the energy of witches and ghosts, which has some influence. It means magnificent.
Zhang Xiaoyu's sword had long returned to the top of the city.
To be precise, it was Parrot Island that Nandao lent to Zhang Xiaoyu.
The sword light flashed, carrying the golden charm and traveling outside Nanyi City, constantly tearing apart the connected ghost magic formations.
The several senior brothers on the side were naturally doing the same thing.
It's just that they are not members of the orthodox Taoist sect. The lethality of the sword light is the same for all, but it does not have the meaning of breaking the law with one sword like Zhang Xiaoyu, the successor of Shanhe Guan.
In the human war of hundreds of thousands.
Of course, everyone is just a small person.
.......
Meditate by the lake.
Cao Weiying was still in a daze.
Chen He, who looked sad, hurriedly crossed the apricot flower path and ran over with a head of white flowers on his head.
It looked like it had hit a tree.
Cao Weiying looked at Chen He who looked sad and asked curiously: "What are you doing?"
Chen He probably knocked his head out. He was confused when Cao Weiying suddenly asked him this question. He stood by the lake and thought for a long time, and then he remembered it from the sound that was faintly heard in the wind.
"Is there a fight outside the city?"
Chen He looked at Cao Weiying and asked.
Cao Weiying looked back at Jingsi Lake again, cupped her chin and said, "It should be so."
"What does it mean it should be?"
"Because I didn't look."
"..." Chen He was speechless.
Cao Weiying touched her wine gourd at the side, picked it up and took a sip, then gave it to Chen He and said slowly: "Why are you worried about this?"
Chen He took the wine gourd and drank heavily, then wiped his mouth and sighed: "Don't say whether Huang Liang attacked Nanyi City or the next village attacked the next village, the people in the village must be panicked."
Probably infected by Chen He's emotions, Cao Weiying looked a little sad as he held his chin up. He took back the wine gourd and said, "But this is not much different from the village next door fighting the village next door."
"Then why are you looking so sad?"
"I'm annoyed by you."
"..."
Chen He also sat down by the lake, held his chin up and looked at the lake. After thinking for a long time, he said, "Can the Human Sword Sect be able to bear it?"
Cao Weiying smiled and said: "Other sect leaders don't care about this kind of thing, so why do you worry about it?"
Chen He said confidently: "Unless Nanyi City is destroyed, Master Congren will naturally not be in any danger, but I am."
Cao Weiying thought for a while, and it seemed that this was true, but she still didn't take it to heart, and just said casually: "Anyway, if the sky falls, with their sword cultivators holding it up, you can just study your iron plate tofu with peace of mind. .”
Chen He sighed, looked at Cao Weiying for a long time, and then said slowly: "I think you should be quite powerful, how about you go and end this war?"
Cao Weiying turned around, turned her back to Chen He, drank her wine, and said, "It's precisely because I'm so powerful that I can't be like this."
Cao Weiying became more serious. She looked up at the fallen flowers in the forest and said slowly: "Of course there are people in this world who have their own rights and wrongs."
"What if they end up arguing about right and wrong and they are wrong?"
"That's also their fault." Cao Weiying said calmly.
But in Chen He's view, this is an extremely stubborn form of laziness.
"But since war has occurred, it represents a mistake in itself." Chen He said with regret.
Cao Weiying smiled softly and said, "But peace is rare and rare."
Chen He was silent for a long time, looking at the lake and sighing.
After a long time, he looked at the back of Cao Weiying's head and said, "You really don't care or look at it?"
"I really don't care."
Chen He stood up and walked towards the corridor in the magnolia forest with a sigh.
"I gonna go see."
Of course Chen He is not going to the city.
He just ran to the small building in Tanchun Garden, lay down on the guardrail and looked up at the southern sky.
But nothing was seen.
Only a lot of smoke and dust can be vaguely seen, as well as the sword light that keeps passing through the smoke and dust.
This kind of scene is not even as good as the scene of a certain swordsman master outside the city fighting with others in the distant sky that day.
But Chen He was not so panicked at that time.
The battle at that time, although magnificent, remained high in the sky for a long time.
But Chen He actually knew in his heart that the more aloof the battle, the more irrelevant it was to secular people like them.
On the contrary, the mute and dull war that fell on the earth was the source of trampling countless lives.
This war was fought on the ground.
Coming from south to north.
People are constantly fighting outside the city or on top of the city.
Chen He looked at it quietly for a long time, always feeling that all the smoke and dust raised like that were blown into his lungs by the wind.
So because of the difficulty in breathing, I started to feel suffocated and felt weak.
It must be like this, and not out of fear.
Chen He leaned against the guardrail a little weakly, thinking stubbornly.
Someone walked up the small building.
The grass is the firefly.
Looking at Chen He who clearly saw nothing but looked pale as if he was about to die, Cao Weiying sighed and handed over his wine gourd again.
"Take a sip, you'll feel better."
Chen He climbed onto the guardrail with one hand and took the gourd with the other. He pulled out the stopper with trembling hands and took a big gulp of wine.
As soon as it reached the throat, it was spit out due to nausea.
Psychological fear is far more intense than physical fear.
Cao Weiying didn't help either. She just stood aside with her arms folded and looked calmly towards the south.
"Many years ago, those people in the north had the same idea when it came to cultivating the Tao." Cao Weiying said calmly, "If I remember correctly, people in this world still call the third false realm before entering the Tao. assimilation."
"Because the world has just seen the Great Dao for a thousand years, I feel extremely frightened. I feel that this is something that makes people less human. The one who resists the most is the one in white."
"At that time, he was known as the laziest person among practitioners. He clearly possessed talents that no one in the world could match, but he always stayed at the lower level of the practice world and refused to take a step forward."
Chen He finally regained some composure and sat down by the railing of the small building. He did not look to the south anymore, but just looked at Cao Weiying intently and asked, "What next?"
Cao Weiying said softly: "Then he climbed up the cliff one day, took over the position of the cliff master, and killed all the eight hundred gates."
Chen He was stunned for a moment, not knowing what kind of ghost story this was, or why Cao Weiying suddenly mentioned this.
Cao Weiying took the wine gourd from Chen He and said slowly: "Whether it's war or practice, it's an ability given by God. Resistance and fear are meaningless things."
"You have to learn to accept it. Even if you can't accept it, you have to try to understand it."
Chen He smiled bitterly and said, "What can such a thing understand?"
Cao Weiying said calmly: "There is a lot that can be understood. Far beyond anything that peace and comfort can bring."
"When a conflict occurs, it represents the collision of two ideologies. Whether it is a war or a fight, it is the intersection of the conflict in the mind at the physical level."
"That's what I've always said about right and wrong in the world - it doesn't matter whether it's right or wrong. What's important is that it represents a choice."
"What if this choice will cause the entire world to fall?" Chen He asked softly.
"No choice will make everything fall. Whenever a choice is made, it must be forward. When I was watching the dusk with you at the top of the city, I saw a person named Liu Sanyue in your world."
"He was interesting, but not enough. Not bold enough, not flamboyant enough. Devout love is necessary, but so is hatred."
"What if the gods and ghosts come back to the human world again and try to accept those stories?" Cao Weiying said softly.
"What Liu Sanyue is worried about is that the world will once again return to those years of being indulged in the blessings of ghosts and gods. But time cannot be reversed. Even if the flow of witchcraft is called miraculous magic in the world, what it can do is, It’s just another two bubbles popping up in history that has already turned into sand.”
"The world has become enlightened and wise, whether it is the King of Chu who smashed Yunmengze and let everything sink in the long years, or Nan Yi who wants to reveal the truth for the world. Those stories are naturally painful, but this is the tragedy. The meaning it brings - people will not make all the same choices again.”
"Even if the stories are similar, as long as there is a slight deviation, the world will never return to the beginning."
Chen He listened silently, turned to look at the south, and said softly: "I remember you once said that the truth of Nan Yi's stories is meaningless."
Cao Weiying laughed and said, "Of course I said it, and of course the truth will never make sense."
"Then what do you mean by your discussion starting from this war?"
Chen He looked at Cao Weiying quietly and said.
Cao Weiying said calmly: "The process leading to the truth is meaningful, and it is meaningful to prevent the truth from becoming bloody. Amidst all the blindness, the only correct path emerged through countless disputes is meaningful."
"So you're singing about war?"
Cao Weiying said calmly: "I am praising the courage of people in the world to move forward towards what they believe is right or wrong by any means necessary."
Chen He fell silent.
Cao Weiying also said nothing for a long time, just looking at the smoke and dust under the southern sky.
"Of course war is always wrong and unnecessary." Cao Weiying said softly, "But people in the world have their own limitations."
"So I don't blame the world if I don't look at it."
Chen He sat on the small building in a daze for a long time.
"what about me?"
Cao Weiying chuckled softly and said, "You can look at it, or you can blame it - because your looking at it will not affect their judgment, and your blame will not make the world panic."
You are Chen He from Xianyun Yehe.
I am a firefly who only wakes up from a dream.
This is the difference between the two.
