In the end, Chen He did not go to see what that war was like.
After drinking for a long time in Xiaolou and Cao Weiying, they went back to the library.
When dusk fell, the sounds outside the city also subsided in the wind.
Zhang Xiaoyu sat facing Nanyicheng holding his sword.
There is a lot of blood on the white clothes.
Naturally, these blood colors cannot belong to Zhang Xiaoyu.
It is the blood of those Huangliang people who successfully broke through to Nanyi City with the help of ghost and witchcraft, and then climbed to the top of the city using the ghost and witchcraft.
After a long stalemate in the end, leaving countless corpses outside the city, the Huangliang people retreated and stayed at the edge of Daze.
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't look or ask about Lingnan Jianxiu's casualties. He just turned around and looked at Nanyi City silently.
Mei Quming was at the side. The sword he carried behind his back had not been wiped clean yet, and blood was dripping down the scabbard. This senior brother who had spent many years ferrying people across the river in Nanyi City was tilting his head and looking at Zhang Xiaoyu.
"Junior brother?"
Mei Quming did not call Zhang Xiaoyu's name.
After a long time, Zhang Xiaoyu turned to look at Mei Quming and said softly: "What's wrong, senior brother?"
Mei Quming didn't say anything, just patted Zhang Xiaoyu on the shoulder.
Zhang Xiaoyu turned back and looked at the quiet streets in Nanyi City.
After a long time, Zhang Xiaoyu sighed and said slowly: "I suddenly discovered that many things were not just thought about."
"What?" Mei Quming turned to look at Zhang Xiaoyu, wondering why he suddenly said such a thing.
Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the dim colors on the horizon, thought for a long time, and said: "Killing people thousands of miles away with a sword is different from killing people in person. Killing one person is also different from killing a thousand people. I have killed people before. , I will also kill people in the future. But in a story like this, I don’t dare to kill people.”
Mei Quming was silent for a while and said, "Why?"
Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "I can understand the meaning of war - it is a conflict between different ways of thinking, whether it is just or unjust, the essence is this. But when those wizards, ghosts and Taoists stand far behind everything , even when these people rushed to the top of Nanyi City, I still felt extremely..."
When Zhang Xiaoyu said this, he paused for a long time, squinting and looking at the blood-like sky for a long time.
"Terror."
Zhang Xiaoyu softly spat out the word.
"It's not sadness, it's not pity, it's fear, it's anger."
"At the very beginning, when I saw the rudiment of this war, I also imagined that one man and one sword would kill from the south to the north."
"But after I was really there, I found that I still couldn't find that entry point - the meaning of my practice is not to kill people, let alone to kill the world - my practice is up to me, not how to let the world see me. .”
Mei Quming was silent for a long time and said: "But since they chose to cross the swamp with the Wugui Taoist, it means that they are also the ones chosen. I know what you mean, junior brother - the thinking of war comes from Depending on the judgment of the higher-ups, the lower-levels are often surrounded and moved forward. But being born in two places, the world they see is completely different. I thought you listened to what Mr. Riming said, but it turns out that you have always been confused. On the contrary, we are the ones who understand."
Zhang Xiaoyu just looked at Nan Yicheng, shaking his head and saying nothing.
"Benevolence, worldly people, faith, loyalty. All such words carry a position. Standing on the top of Nanyi City, we have no right to pity the people of Huangliang."
Mei Quming spoke calmly and coldly.
But this is the truest truth.
Mei Quming pulled out the Yaozhou Island behind Zhang Xiaoyu, looked at the blood on it, and said softly: "The benevolence on the sword is stupidity without a position."
Zhang Xiaoyu sighed, took the sword from his senior brother, and said softly: "I understand, senior brother."
Mei Quming patted Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulder and said with a smile: "Take a good rest. If you don't want to be the flag of Nanyi City, I will let Qu Shaming and others take your place."
As he spoke, Mei Quming looked towards Daze and continued: "Since they have begun to attack the city, the senior brothers should be back soon."
Zhang Xiaoyu nodded, jumped off the city with his sword in hand, and headed towards the wine shop in Nanyi City.
The dusk at the top of the city shone on the world, probably with a color like blood.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked on the lonely street with his sword on his back, quietly watching his own shadow leaning against the east wall.
"Did you win today, Senior Brother Zhang?" A passerby came out of nowhere and asked Zhang Xiaoyu, who was walking on the street in blood-colored white clothes.
That person was naturally not a cultivator, but he might have played cards with Zhang Xiaoyu.
But today, instead of calling Zhang Dianpao, he called Senior Brother Zhang politely.
In fact, people in the world have always known many things.
Zhang Xiaoyu forced a smile and said, "It's not bad."
The man turned around and returned to the yard, grabbed some food and handed it to Zhang Xiaoyu, as well as a wet towel.
"You wipe it first, and then eat something."
Zhang Xiaoyu didn't refuse. He took it and wiped his face. Then he took the cold food and ate it while walking.
The man was still talking behind him.
"Brothers, come on!"
Of course Zhang Xiaoyu is cheering.
It was he who sat silently on the head of Twilight City.
It was he who never sheathed the sword.
But it was precisely because there was too much blood on the sword.
Everything Zhang Xiaoyu looked at had a sad color.
Of course there is a difference between killing one person and killing a thousand people.
Of course it's the same.
The same belongs to different degrees of sin.
Zhang Xiaoyu finished eating in silence, wiped his hands on his white clothes, and continued walking along the long street.
Shushu's boat stopped by the river south of the city. He saw Zhang Xiaoyu walking over, but he didn't say anything.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked over, then came back, looked at Shushu and asked, "Why didn't you ask me if I won the fight?"
Shushu sat on the bow of the boat, holding his face and shrugging, saying, "Since you can wander around the streets, you must have won the battle. Why am I asking? Why don't I just let you be alone for a while."
Zhang Xiaoyu thinks it makes sense.
Originally, he should have been able to say such reasonable words.
But now my mind is a little confused, so I look stupid and silly.
So he and Shushu waved and continued walking along the river.
"Senior brother."
Shushu called him from behind.
Zhang Xiaoyu turned around and saw Shushu tilting his head, thinking for a while, and said, "Actually, I figured it out later. Of course you are right."
"Sometimes it's understandable to choose to let some people die."
Shushu said, and then remembered that this should be what he said to Chen Huaifeng.
So he added another sentence.
"If you don't understand, you can ask Senior Brother Chen."
Zhang Xiaoyu stood by the river, quietly looking at the mouse demon who had been angry that day, and said slowly: "I can understand, but that is wrong."
"?" Shushu looked at Zhang Xiaoyu in confusion, wondering what was wrong with him.
Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "When a period of time begins with a wrong beginning, all decisions made in it are wrong - mistakes that cannot be changed or regretted."
"Liu Sanyue's death is like this, many decisions of the Sword Sect in the world are like this, and many choices in the world are like this, until the beginning of this war, and the end of who knows when. Nothing should be there." Zhang Xiao The fish turned away and said calmly, "Because the beginning of the story was wrong."
Shushu thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out what Zhang Xiaoyu was talking about.
So she could only ask dryly: "What's wrong?"
Zhang Xiaoyu turned to look north.
There is also twilight in the north, and there is also the world.
I just don’t know if there is anyone standing in the afterglow covered in blood, thinking about such a thing.
"Any story that uses selfish desires to coerce people into doing things that harm them is unacceptable and unforgivable." Zhang Xiaoyu said softly. "Someone commits a logical paradox of using a mistake to prove a mistake."
"Or maybe they already know everything is right and wrong."
"But he went his own way."
Shushu sat silently on the bow of the boat.
Zhang Xiaoyu walked towards a certain wine shop by the dusk river.
But his murmuring voice could still be heard in the distance.
"I won't play cards anymore."
Shushu was confused.
What nonsense is he talking about?
What does this have to do with whether or not you play cards?
Shushu scratched his head, but found that a red patch suddenly fell out of his hair that he hadn't washed for a long time.
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...
Lu Xiaoxiao was sitting under the city wall, with the sword that cut out the gap placed next to his thigh. He was holding a bloody bun in his mouth and was bandaging his wound.
Although neither Zhang Xiaoyu nor Nan Dao saw this little sword cultivator later.
But of course she's not dead yet.
Lingnan sword cultivator killed many people.
But Lu Xiaoxiao was lucky not to die.
It was just when he was stabbed by dozens of long swords that he was stabbed in the right rib.
At that time, she thought she might not survive.
Because more and more people are swarming up the city wall, and behind them, there are still forms of witchcraft and ghosts falling towards the top of the city.
But Lu Xiaoxiao had no idea that Senior Brother Zhang Xiaoyu from Jian Sect was so brave.
One person and one sword guarded the entire wall with great strength.
At the same time, he did not forget to use Taoist magic to compete with the magic of witches and ghosts from afar.
With the assistance of Zhang Xiaoyu and several sword masters, Lu Xiaoxiao and the other Lingnan sword cultivators also managed to hold on tenaciously despite the 300,000 people who came to climb the city.
Lu Xiaobao chewed the bun for too long, and the corners of his mouth began to drool, so he hurriedly bandaged it, took out another bun from his arms, and wanted to stuff it into his senior brothers to patch it up.
As soon as he turned his head, he discovered that Zhang Xiaoyu had disappeared, and he didn't know where he went. The senior brothers were sitting cross-legged at the top of the city and adjusting their breath.
Lu Xiaoxiao didn't have the nerve to disturb them, so he ate another bun by himself.
After sitting tiredly at the top of the city for a while, Lu Xiaoxiao stood up again and went to identify the corpses at the top of the city.
It was the body of Lingnan Jianxiu, so he dragged it to the wall and laid it out. Someone would take them down, burn them to ashes, and send them to Fengqiling.
If it was the corpse of a Huangliang man, he would step on it and throw it down the city wall.
After dragging a few more corpses, Lu Xiaoxiao became a little tired, so he didn't step on them anymore, just threw them away and ignored them.
Lu Xiaoxiao was also a little confused.
When she went down the mountain, she never thought that she would face ordinary people like Huang Liang.
Huangliang and Huaian were unified a thousand years ago. Why does this war still exist?
Lu Xiaoxiao didn't understand.
When she went down the mountain, she thought she would face many things crawling out of the swamp, such as imaginary ghosts and man-eating monsters.
but none.
Nothing.
Just people.
People coming from far away from Daze.
Lu Xiaoxiao sighed. She also wanted to say something different, something mysterious and shocking that she didn't even understand.
But she had never been exposed to anything like that, so she could only sigh and say something like 'They are really crazy' to a certain swordsman from Lingnan next to her.
"They're just crazy."
"Isn't that right? After traveling all this way, they suffer, and so do we."
"Those who practice witchcraft and ghosts should really die!"
"..."
A group of Lingnan sword cultivators talked about each other, dragging the corpse and walking feebly on the top of the city.
Of course Lu Xiaoxiao and the others don't have to come.
You can also turn around and return to Fengqiling after seeing such an extremely subtle war taking place between the human world and the spiritual world.
But after they leave, who will help Nanyi City defend the city?
So I had no choice but to stay on top of the city while complaining and with what Chen Huaifeng said was that kind of stupid love.
Lu Xiaoxiao moved the body for a long time before he stopped and rested against the wall looking at the dusk in the west.
The bloody bamboo hat, the bloody sword, and the little female swordsman leaning on the city wall at dusk.
It seems to be a picture with excellent artistic conception.
But behind the artistic conception, there is naturally a story that is not very touching.
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at it for a while and felt a little tired, so he sat down again and took a good rest.
After all, we don’t know when Huang Liang’s army will come back.
...
The South Island is awakened by the evening breeze at dusk.
Opening his eyes, the sword intent gradually dispersed around him.
The setting sun shines down on Tomb Hill everywhere, making it extremely sparse.
The wind smells of blood.
Nan Dao looked aside, and saw the young boy Hu Lu falling asleep again holding his sword. Only this time he was holding his own sword instead of the square one.
Nan Dao looked at the top of the tomb mountain again, where Chen Huaifeng was still sitting quietly.
It's just that there is not only sword intent around him, but also wind and rain.
When Nan Dao saw the curtain of wind and rain around Chen Huaifeng, he was stunned for a moment.
He didn't know why, but he felt those storms were particularly familiar.
It's really weird, why do I feel familiar with the wind and rain around him?
Nan Dao frowned.
Since the senior brother's name is Chen Huaifeng, it's normal for him to feel a little stormy.
It's not normal to have a wrench.
Nan Dao sat there with Peach Blossom Sword on his knees, thinking wildly, and then looked back at the afterglow of the setting sun that he saw when he first opened his eyes.
The style of today’s sunset is very weird.
Nan Dao felt a little chilly for some reason and shuddered. Then he stood up and walked toward the top of the tomb mountain with the Peach Blossom Sword in his arms.
Chen Huaifeng seemed to be sleeping with a curtain of wind and rain in his arms. The sound of stepping on the weeds in Nandao was very noisy. However, Chen Huaifeng didn't hear anything. He sat quietly facing the Tonggui Monument with one hand seemingly on his chest. Inside, one hand stretched out to the side, holding the wolfberry sword that had been inserted into the soil at some point.
Nan Dao walked all the way behind Chen Huaifeng, but the latter didn't react at all.
Probably asleep?
Nan Dao thought this, standing behind Chen Huaifeng and looking forward.
Then he looked into Chen Huaifeng's dark eyes.
Nan Dao jerked his head back.
With an honest and courteous look, he said calmly: "Senior brother, why have you been silent all this time?"
Chen Huaifeng said calmly: "Because I am listening to the rumors."
What are you doing?
South Island is a bit confusing.
But since his name is Chen Huaifeng, it is reasonable for him to like to hear rumors.
Nan Dao didn’t dwell on it any longer.
Nan Dao was thinking about how to put it forward tactfully and leave Tomb Hill.
Chen Huaifeng had already spoken first.
"Wake up Hu Lu and leave."
Nan Dao always felt that his thoughts were being spied on by these Sword Master brothers.
However, I only dared to make a few slanders, and I didn't dare to say young words like that night that I should be qualified to draw a sword today.
After all, he is already quite old - one day old is old, two days old is old.
"Okay, senior brother."
Nan Dao held his sword and bowed, then turned and walked down.
The mountain is covered with silent tombstones, trailing long shadows in the dusk.
Nan Dao walked to the place where Hu Lu and Hu Lu were sitting before and pushed Hu Lu's shoulder.
"Your senior brother is looking for you, wake up!"
Hu Lu yawned and said, "What senior brother?"
Nan Dao stood silently under the umbrella.
After Hu Lu yawned several times, he seemed to wake up a little and wiped the corners of his mouth - in fact, there was no saliva. Then he opened his eyes and looked around blankly, but like Nandao, he seemed to be blown away by the chill in the dusk. His body trembled, then he gathered his clothes and looked up at the tomb mountain.
"What is Senior Brother Huaifeng looking for me for? Have you found the master?" Hu Lu muttered to himself and stood up with his sword in hand.
Nan Dao said: "I don't know. I'm freezing to death. I'll leave first."
Hu Lu didn't hold back, she walked up with her sword in her arms, yawned, and waved her hand without looking back.
After walking for a while in Nandao, I suddenly felt angry.
Why can a young gourd be so handsome?
Nan Dao thought about Hu Lu's waving gesture as he held his sword and walked away in the dusk without looking back.
Very chic.
Why can't I be so handsome?
Nan Dao felt that next time this situation happens, he must strike first. Nan Dao thought so, and walked down angrily holding his sword and umbrella.
"Zhang Xiaoyu is in the wine shop in the south of the city."
Chen Huaifeng's voice came down from the tomb mountain.
Nan Dao turned his head and looked at Chen Huaifeng, who was sitting quietly on the top of the tomb mountain.
Don't know what this means.
What did Zhang Xiaoyu tell me to do in the wine shop?
And shouldn’t Zhang Xiaoyu be on top of the city?
Nan Dao stood there and thought for a long time, but suddenly he remembered the strange smell in the wind that he had smelled when he just woke up.
He was stunned for a moment.
Could it be that there was already a fight outside, and Zhang Xiaoyu had his leg broken, so he was buying a drink at a wine shop to soothe his sorrows?
Nan Dao frowned and thought for a long time, put his sword behind his back, held an umbrella and walked down the tomb hill towards the south of the city.
