Some things probably do come in the middle of the night and go away in the morning.
Such as a gorgeous dream, such as some pious and fervent desires.
Before the crying could continue, Nanyi City was broken.
The young man ran to the street with his sword in his arms. Looking at the Huai'an soldiers fighting each other outside the city, he even forgot to wipe his tears and just stood there in a daze.
Not far away, Senior Brother Jiang Hehai was asking the scholar in white what he was going to do, full of pain.
Qing Xiang just smiled and looked back at Jiang Hehai and the young man who woke up from his dream.
——Cong Ren is dead, baby.
So those angers, those questions, those sounds of the river, those sounds of fighting, those distant mountain winds.
At that moment, everything fell silent.
It turned into boundless confusion and pain.
Hu Lu suddenly remembered the sword cultivator in white clothes who came back before the Chinese New Year in that dream.
It turns out everything else in the dream was fake.
Only the Cluster Blade is real.
He came back, in Hu Lu's dream, slept in Jian Zong, spent the New Year in Jian Zong, and then left with his sword in the snow.
After the clouds and fog cleared in the southern Daze, the Wujia soldiers came to Huaian. The million-strong army stationed outside Nanyi City fell into chaos and turned against each other in Xuansheyuan.
In many stories where no one has time to react.
Nanyi City broke away from Huaian.
Hu Lu was standing by the Nanyi River as night fell, looking at the bright red flowers hanging on the long street.
This is what the young man thought - the 'rebels' hung the heads of those loyal to His Majesty on the street eaves like lanterns.
But soon the young man sincerely changed his mind.
Because he is also a 'rebel' party.
That's not His Majesty, it's just the Demon Emperor Kamigawa.
The entire Nanyi City, the entire Human Sword Sect, and the entire Xuansheyuan all turned into rebels after a certain sword light from the East China Sea shone across the human world.
Later, the entire Huaian moved at an incredible speed.
After Wu Jia and the hundreds of thousands of troops controlled by Xuanxuyuan and Lingnan rushed to kill each other under the mountains that cut off the north and south, the northern army began to move towards Qinghe Biluo territory.
This is the completely different reaction of Huai, who seems to be something senile, as shown in the stories in March last year and February this year.
So for Kamigawa, for Yuhuaidu.
Are the Human Sword Sect and Nanyi City their real enemies?
Hu Lu would sometimes stand at the top of the city blankly holding his sword, looking to the north, looking at the bloody plain between Nanyi City and Fengqiling Mountains, looking at what seemed to be many hidden In the sky where the sword light of the human world is heading north, I also look at Huaian, which I used to define my roots.
Huaian is in the north and Huangliang is in the south. Now, Nanyi City is just Nanyi City.
.......
At dusk in late March of the year 104, Gale Calendar, this young man still held his sword and stood in the north of Nanyi City, looking around.
Not far away, another young man came with a sword.
Hu Lu turned her head briefly at the sound of footsteps. After seeing the person clearly, she turned her head again.
The person carrying the sword is not necessarily a swordsman, nor is he necessarily a swordsman.
It could also be a general.
Naturally, I knew that young man.
On the day when Nanyi City was in chaos.
The young man was dressed in divine armor and entered the city with his sword in hand.
This General of Zhenbei Gaoxing named Zhao Gaoxing always looks unhappy.
There are still sounds of fighting in the distance, and the magic of witches and ghosts flows across the sky, suppressing even the dusk. So the sword light coming from north to south is like a shooting star, lighting up the hasty land.
Hu Lu stood in the wind of March, watching all this without saying a word.
Zhao Gaoxing walked to the top of the city, took off the helmet filled with divine light on his head, took off the armor flowing with the power of the underworld on his body, and then wore a thin suit, which was stuck to the young man's body due to a lot of sweat. The white underwear on the thin body was leaning against the city wall next to Hu Lu, and the wind was blowing quietly.
In a sense, the two young men standing at the top of the city can be regarded as the leaders of the southern rebellion.
One is the young man who is temporarily acting as the leader of the Human Sword Sect, and the other is the Wujia general who was personally appointed by the king in the south.
Two leaders who were confused and at a loss.
Just like Zhao Gaoxing has not been able to remove and pierce the armor cleanly so far.
His hands and feet couldn't stop sweating and trembling.
This long spring day is coming to an end.
Therefore, although the wind at the top of the city still had a coolness, it was not much. It did not make the unarmored boy feel like he was the first day. His whole body was shaking violently, and he picked up the sword in his hand and dropped it again. , and lay down on the city wall, vomiting non-stop.
It was like a small tree with slender branches that was shaken wildly by an ignorant child, and finally broke its waist.
Hu Lu did not laugh at the young man who for some reason became the happy general of Zhenbei.
Because he can understand this feeling very well.
Just like when he wakes up from a dream, sitting in the Jianzong Garden, looking up at the spring and crying.
All he has is mercy.
These are two young men who were caught up in the tide of the world.
Zhao Gaoxing blew the wind for a long time. When the sweat on his body and the slight trembling of his body finally subsided, the young man turned around. He was not tall enough and could only lie down by the groove of the female wall and stand there. Looking around. Look at the bloody stories in the north of Nanyi City.
Hu Lu turned around and looked at the boy who was younger than herself for a long time in silence, then turned back, holding the sword and said softly: "Why would Huang Liang let a boy like you come here?"
Suppose Zhao Gaoxing is a very powerful Jianyuan sword cultivator, or a great witch in the world, or has a very deep upper-class background.
Such a story is understandable.
However, such a young man was said to be just a newly recruited student of the Sword Academy of Xuanxu Academy. He had not even touched a sword for a few days before he put on armor and went to the battlefield.
It is unbelievable to put it in Huaian.
Like gourd.
Hu Lu has become a Taoist.
But he still stayed in Nanyi City.
Zhao Gaoxing did not look back, he just lay there and watched, and then said slowly: "I also want to figure out such a problem."
The young man's slightly tiptoed heels landed on the stone slab of the city head, and only some ancient and mottled wall tiles of the city head were left in front of him.
"On the day I left Huangliang, I cried for a long time."
The young man said quietly.
"I probably made some unforgivable mistake and was sent to the north by the king. I once thought about running away and heading south, far away."
The young man squatted down and sat next to his armors, leaning against the wall.
"But I know I can't escape. If he really wants me to die."
Hu Lu looked at the young man silently.
"So I comforted myself, Zhao is happy, Zhao is happy, don't you want to leave your name in Qingshi? This is a good opportunity, isn't it?"
Zhao Gaoxing said, stretching out his hands to wipe the sweat from his palms on his inner clothes.
"So I came over."
The boy told all the stories of his struggles very simply.
Just those hands that are still unable to hold an overflowing bowl of wine steadily, naturally explain a lot of things.
Zhao Gaoxing raised his head and looked at the young man Hu Lu, who was not much older than himself.
"And you?"
Hu Lu was silent for a long time, then raised his head and looked towards the north.
"My master died, so the Human Sword Sect and Huai fell out, so I can only stand here."
The story of the gourd is briefer.
This is a story that has nothing to do with a long dream.
I had no choice but to become a flamboyant anti-flag, erected at the top of Nanyi City.
Zhao Gaoxing sighed and sat there. After a long time, he stood up again, looking at the distant battlefield like a mature and qualified general.
“We have been delayed for too long in Lingnan.”
Zhao Gaoxing thought for a long time before he came up with such a sentence.
Hu Lu said softly: "It would be unreasonable if Lingnan, as the second barrier of Huai'an, could be climbed over so easily."
Zhao Gaoxing didn't want to chat anymore, so Hu Lu also stopped chatting.
Like real leaders, the two teenagers stood at the top of Nanyi City, commenting on the war between the cuckoos and the people.
"Of course, we still need..."
"gratitude."
It took Hu Lu a long time to say such a word.
"Thanks to the war last year, the 800,000 black armor and the Wugui Dao allowed the 80,000 Lingnan sword cultivators to destroy 70,000 outside Nanyi City."
While Hu Lu was speaking, he remained silent with a complicated expression.
And in silence, I kept forcing out those words that made my heart heavy.
"Otherwise, such a sword cultivation place will be a real natural hazard."
The story of playing a leader is naturally heavy.
Of course Cong Ren died, and of course Hu Lu lost his master.
However, sadness is not the reason why people lose their minds.
Therefore, the sword cultivators of the Human Sword Sect did not appear in such a battlefield that could halt the lives of countless people, but went to the north.
If all the high-level sword cultivators from the Human Sword Sect appeared on this battlefield, they would be able to break through the obstacles in Lingnan like a powerful force. But when the time comes, what the world will face will be more than just a war between people.
Sword cultivators from the Liuyun Mountains will also come, and Northern Qingtian Dao, Shanhe Temple, and many other cultivation places in the world will also participate.
So similarly, Hu Lu is also in pain when facing such a war.
The southern gate of Nanyi City is opened.
Isn’t Hu Lu a native of Huai’an?
So Hu Lu just said this and said nothing more.
The two teenagers stood on top of the city for a long time, looking at the bloody mountains in the distance amid the sound of wind.
The teenagers have different thoughts, and the pain and confusion are also different.
"If this mutiny fails."
Zhao Gaoxing's voice was trembling.
"As the commander-in-chief, do I want to die for my country?"
Hu Lu was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "There is no need to die for the country. If the mutiny fails and everything falls into Huaian's control again, I will kill you first."
Zhao Gaoxing turned to look at this Sword Sect disciple.
"Why?"
Hu Lu quietly looked back at the ancient and silent Nanyi City.
"Because I am from Huai'an, I am certainly a rebel. But you are a foreign enemy."
Sometimes the rivers merge together briefly due to changes in terrain.
But when the rivers diverge, each naturally follows its own river course.
Therefore, even though the human world has been unified for thousands of years, such a large swamp still clearly separates the people of the two places.
The setting sun was like blood, and the two teenagers really didn't say anything else this time.
As night fell, the war between the mountains and rivers retreated towards Nanyi City like a tide.
...
Among the mountains and rivers of Daze.
In the green mountains where the clouds have cleared and the mist has dispersed, there are countless skylights flowing down from the peak of Wushan Mountain again.
"Dean really wants to rebel?"
Fang Zhiqiu stared blankly at the scholar in white standing under Wushan Mountain, looking up at the sky.
This is probably very similar to the story of why your Majesty surrendered first when the ministers were about to fight to the death.
Far away in Huangliang, Xuanxuyuan is still dormant under the goddess's light, waiting for such an opportunity to unify the mountains and rivers.
But no one expected that the prime minister in Huai'an would raise the flag of rebellion.
The scholar in white just said extremely calmly: "Yes."
Fang Zhiqiu bowed and said, "Please clear up my doubts, Dean."
The prime minister turned back, looked at Fang Zhiqiu for a long time, and then said slowly: "Xuanshuyuan and Shenhe are no longer at odds with each other."
Fang Zhiqiu said in a deep voice: "Students naturally understand the pain of losing a friend, but it is a great injustice to the world to bring the entire Xuanshu Academy to the level of opposition to the world due to selfish desires."
The prime minister said calmly: "Of course this is not selfish desire."
Fang Zhiqiu frowned and looked at this thousand-year-old monster in the world.
"The rebellion in Nanyi City is naturally a matter for my minister, but the rebellion in Xuanheyuan naturally has reasons for Xuanheyuan."
"What reason?"
"The young master's arm bone is in Kamigawa's hands."
Fang Zhiqiu, who originally had a lot of resentment, suddenly froze there.
The prime minister looked quietly to the south of the world.
"The reason why Cong Ren fought with Kamigawa in the East China Sea is because I once entrusted him to investigate the theft of Qingshi's arm bone."
"Although we still don't know in whose hands the young master's arm bones were stolen, there are just some things that are no longer important now."
Qing Xiang turned back and looked at Fang Zhiqiu quietly.
"His Kamigawa obviously has no intention of returning the arm bone."
"The ancestral graves in Xuanxuyuan have been dug up, Zhiqiu, do you think we can still sit back and ignore it?"
Fang Zhiqiu came back to his senses, sighed, and bowed to the Prime Minister.
"cannot."
After getting a letter from Nanyi City, the scholar from Fengwuyuan hurriedly crossed Huangliang and stopped on the way.
He had already made plans to scold you, and he had also made plans to die as a remonstrance.
But he never thought that he would be convinced so easily.
Just like the chat between Liu Sanyue and Liu Chunfeng in Kyoto.
Xuexuyuan is not loyal to His Majesty.
They are loyal to the world and to their teachers.
The scholar from a thousand years ago who pulled out the entire yellow beam from the quagmire of ancient gods and ghosts means more to Xuansheyuan than anyone else.
"I will bring the news back to Xuansheyuan as soon as possible."
Fang Zhiqiu bowed again and said softly.
The prime minister nodded calmly.
Fang Zhiqiu turned around and headed south along the Daze Mountain Road. His trouser legs were covered with mud. The scholar had been rushing all the way and was rushing back to Huangliang.
But he didn't know what he thought of, so Fang Zhiqiu turned his head again, looked at Qing Xiang and said, "What is the dean doing in Daze?"
The prime minister just raised his head and looked at the high cliff quietly, dropped his hands in his sleeves, and said calmly: "I want to see the goddess."
Fang Zhiqiu was silent for a while, as if he had guessed something, but still asked softly: "Why do you want to see the goddess?"
The prime minister looked up at the sky, just like those believers in the ancient yellow beam.
"Please, Lady Goddess, go to Huaian and see the human world."
Fang Zhiqiu stood there blankly, with a complicated look on his face, but in the end he said nothing and turned to leave.
Long after the muddy scholar left, a huge path of green vines gradually hung down from the peak where the sky was overflowing, and flowers bloomed on the vines.
The scholar in white stood quietly in front of the vine for a long time, arranging his robes very neatly, and then slowly stepped onto the vine, heading towards the peak of skylight.
This scene is completely different from the one on the Youhuang Mountains.
The light of the sky flows along with the spring light on such a high platform.
Such a woman holding an umbrella seemed to have just arrived, and was walking quietly towards the ancient tree in the sky.
The prime minister stopped at the edge of the high platform and saluted the woman.
"Your Majesty, I have met the goddess."
Yao Ji was dressed in black robe. She didn't stop until she stopped under the tree. She looked up at the ancient tree and said softly: "I thought I would never hear such words from someone like you."
The prime minister smiled slightly.
"Scholars are never idiots who just bury their heads in books. We are loyal to our ideals, and sometimes we have to be succumbed to reality. Even the ancient scholars had all six arts, and it was their duty to be generals and ministers. It changes with the times, but it has never been the same. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
Yao Ji slowly turned around.
"But I still prefer to watch you curse."
The scholar who has lived for a thousand years said shamelessly: "It's just a matter of youth."
Yao Ji was also silent. She turned around and walked towards the tree again. She raised her hand to push aside a curtain of skylight, and the human world outside the clouds and mist fell into the view of the high platform. Then she said softly: "What a rare thing for a thousand years."
The smoke and the smell of blood from the northern world poured into such a high platform in the world.
The minister quietly stood there with his hands down.
Yao Ji quietly looked at the north of the world.
"I thought I would wait for Liu Sanyue to come, but I never thought that after waiting and waiting, I would wait for you, the Prime Minister."
"Isn't this a good thing?"
The prime minister said softly.
Yao Ji stood there for a long time, and then said slowly: "So what do you want?"
The prime minister looked to the north and smiled slightly.
"The southern city of gods is too small. It is located in a corner and loses the majesty of the gods and ghosts."
"Nanyi City straddles the north and south. It is like the capital of gods. It will naturally shock the world and convince the world."
Yao Ji said softly: "Is this a pious materialist?"
The scholar in white, a Taoist master, said very sincerely.
"As you get older, it's understandable to believe in ghosts and gods."
Yao Ji looked back at the scholar, and then said slowly: "So for you, the so-called gods and ghosts are only willing to believe in them when they can become a sharp blade."
Qing Xiang chuckled and said: "It has always been like this. Even if the world believes in gods and ghosts, it is just to use it as a sharp weapon to attack desires."
