Hu Lu carried the sword on his back and walked quietly on the bloody battlefield.
Next to him was the young man who was gradually relaxing.
There was probably no need to sacrifice one's life for the country, so the young man relaxed. The hand holding the sword no longer trembled, and there was no cold sweat.
The two teenagers stopped at the edge of the battlefield outside Nanyi City and looked up into the distance.
It was very quiet in the green mountains. Only in some more distant places could you see some sword light.
The battle front is advancing towards the depths of Lingnan Pole.
Those Huaian reinforcements coming from the north may only be able to use the city on the mountain and moon as a defensive base.
It's just that the young man from the Human Sword Sect didn't look happy. He just stood there quietly, looking at the smoke of the world from a distance.
Zhao Gaoxing probably noticed it, looked at him and said, "You don't seem to want to see such a story."
Hu Lu lowered his head, pulled out the sword behind him, chopped off some of the blood-stained weeds beside him, and then sat down on the ground.
The grass was just cut off and the grass was full of roots. It was naturally very uncomfortable to sit on, but the boy still sat there quietly.
"I once had a dream. In the dream, my master came back, sat by the river bridge of the Human Sword Sect, and said something to me."
Hu Lu said softly, raising his head and looking at the sky that had to become gloomy because of the war.
This is probably the cause of the haze fire.
"At that time, I was sitting on the bridge, where the leader of the Human Sword Sect was, and I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles."
Zhao Gaoxing looked at the sharp grass stems under the young man's body with some dried blood stains on them.
Hu Lu was also looking there.
"Yes, that's it."
Hu Lu said softly.
"That's what I think now too."
"We are sitting here, talking peacefully. In the distance, there is the mountain moon, the seeds left by the sword cultivators who retreated from Lingnan."
Hu Lu gestured with the sword in his hand.
"In the middle is a battlefield filled with countless lives."
Some things can be said to be tragic with just a few words.
For example, the extremely simple sentence "Hulu".
"I don't know how many people have died in Nanyi City in the past hundred years, but I think it probably won't be more than the deaths caused by these two wars."
In one year, Nanyi City experienced two wars.
So the young man squinted his eyes and looked quietly at the battlefield that became silent in the color of blood.
"Then what is the significance of the Human Sword Sect?"
This is a heavy question.
Just like in a small town in Huangliang Yaofeng, the thoughts of that Taoist would frighten such a god and ghost.
That is an idea that may be accepted and recognized by the world at any time.
It's like the world built a high wall that could protect everything, but the wall fell down, crushing the people who built the wall.
Some people watched the high wall collapse with confusion.
Some people think that the high wall will collapse, so they plan to tear it down in advance.
Zhao Gaoxing looked at the young man silently.
The two of them were naturally pushed here, and were above the wind and waves.
It's just that people in the world are often different.
What we experience, what we face, and what we have to think about all have very distinct differences.
The young man from Huangliang thought for a long time, and then said softly: "I don't know."
In fact, young people can also think about it. For example, Xuanxuyuan conquered the world with culture, but eventually went on the road to chaos with violence. What is the purpose of this?
It's just that many things can always be interpreted from thousands of angles.
No matter how thoroughly Zhao Gaoxing thought about it, he was someone he couldn't avoid after all.
But gourd can.
In that dream, Cong Ren once said this - if you feel good, then sit down, if you feel bad, then walk out, you can choose freely, Hu Lu.
The two of them didn't speak for a long time, and the sword light continued, sometimes flying very far, and slashing the sword force out from the green mountains.
But can the sword light always fly in the sky?
impossible.
The sea of spirits will be empty, and the will of the sword will be sluggish.
So the sword cultivator had to act like a swordsman, holding his sword and stepping into those battlefields.
This is also very fortunate that people in the world still chose the sword in their hands instead of the pure flying sword like a willow leaf without a handle.
So the bloody sword hilt was wrapped around his hand with his belt.
Hu Lu thought like this, as if he was experiencing it himself.
Zhao Gaoxing said softly: "I really never thought that the world of cultivation sometimes loses to the human world."
The current war is something far beyond the cognition of such a young man.
Before coming, even when he was already standing at the top of Nanyi City, Zhao Gao Gao had never thought that those Wujia and those Huaian rebels could really push the Lingnan Sword Sect to the point of no return. Walk.
Ten thousand sword cultivators were actually able to be submerged in the tide of the world.
Or to be precise, 80,000 sword cultivators fell into the war of the world little by little.
Hu Lu was silent for a while and said: "Lingnan is very close to the human world. Among the great cultivation places in the world, Lingnan is the closest to the human world."
The young man said softly, then raised his head and looked towards the north across the green mountains with swords crisscrossing them.
"But we have only advanced a little further on the land of Huai'an. If we just want to rely on these wizards and rebels to capture Huai'an, even in a dream, no one will Dare you think so."
Zhao Gaoxing naturally agreed very much.
If the south had not suddenly started to rebel due to the death of a certain sword cultivator, these Wujia might still be waging a war outside Nanyi City, knocking on the gate of Huaiannan.
"How can we win?"
Zhao Gaoxing asked sincerely as he looked at the young man sitting on the grass.
When Hu Lu heard this question, she looked at the young man from Huangliang with a sneer.
"Win? Why do you think we can win against the power that Da Feng Dynasty has accumulated for thousands of years?"
This Sword Sect disciple stood up with his sword in his hand.
"Unless your Huangliang goddess comes, or the sword sects of the world rebel together."
Hu Lu looked to the north quietly.
"Otherwise there's no way we could win."
Zhao Gaoxing stood there in a daze, looking at the extremely calm look on the face of the Sword Sect disciple, the fear that had gradually faded returned to his heart again.
"Then what are you doing?"
Hu Lu was silent for a long time, and then said softly.
"Perhaps I am just using a decisive attitude to make the Northern Majesty admit his mistake. After all..."
"The beaten world is his world."
Zhao Gaoxing fell silent.
But the young man suddenly turned back and looked at Nan Yicheng, his eyes wide open and filled with incredible colors.
Zhao Gaoxing didn't understand what happened, but when he looked back, the young man stood there in a daze.
Maybe it's like Hu Lu said.
Unless the goddess comes.
...
"Actually, the human world can accept the presence of a goddess on top of one's head."
Prime Minister Qing stood at the top of Nanyi City and spoke very calmly.
Next to the scholar in white, there is a deep but gorgeous black skirt under an umbrella.
"Are you thinking this way just now, or have you always thought this way?"
Yao Ji calmly looked at the battlefield in the distance and said.
The prime minister said slowly: "That's what I think now."
Yao Ji turned to look at the scholar in white, probably with some interest, and said, "Let's take a look."
The prime minister looked at the world calmly.
"Although the human world has emerged from the age of gods and ghosts, and conflicts between humans and gods are inevitable, at least it has divided some irreconcilable disputes between humans. We might as well assume such a human world."
"The world is governed by gods and ghosts, but the human world is under the gods and ghosts, supplemented by Xuansheyuan, and governed by culture. There is only one kind of conflict in the world, and that is between humans and gods."
"In such a world, people will be extremely cohesive and no longer worry about the so-called high-ranking people disrupting the world and disturbing the people. They will only move forward sincerely and seek higher-level power to get rid of this situation."
The scholar in white said softly, looked at Yao Ji aside, and said softly: "What do you think, the goddess?"
Even inside and outside the words of the white-clothed scholar, he was using the goddess as a weapon to frighten the world, rather than the god of etiquette.
However, Yao Ji did not show any anger. On the contrary, the woman in black skirt thought very seriously about what the scholar in white said.
"Yes."
Yao Ji looked at the world and said calmly.
"The desires of the world cannot be eliminated, and the contradictions of the world cannot be adjusted. Just like the ancient Chu, if the internal contradictions cannot be resolved, they can only be resolved by external wars."
"Don't regard gods and ghosts as gods, but only gods and ghosts are the ghosts that the world is afraid of. It can indeed make the world put aside self-contradictions and unite outwards. It's just that the prime minister..."
Yao Ji looked back at the scholar.
"You have to be angry and hateful to accept such a situation in the world, but the world will not accept it."
"Just like your emperor in the north, just like those places of practice in the world that are still silent."
The Prime Minister said calmly: "If the goddess can return to the human world and be a true god, even if Shenhe enters the 15th floor of the avenue, she will still be weak, so those are not important. We only need to convince one person."
Yao Ji said softly: "Convince the sword cultivator from Mojian Cliff."
"Yes."
"You think he can kill me?"
Qing Xiang said extremely calmly: "Yes, even if the goddess returns to the human world, Senior Qinglian can still let the goddess die in the world. The goddess is not a human being. Senior is not a human being."
"What happens on earth, in the final analysis, depends on whether the people in heaven are willing to step in."
Yao Ji was silent for a long time, then raised her head over the edge of the umbrella and looked at the extremely distant sky.
"Yes, Mojianya is a man from heaven."
The height of such a high cliff in the years, the world does not know how many years it will take to catch up.
The prologue kicked off by the cliff master named Nan Yi has not really come to an end yet.
"So you can convince him?"
The Prime Minister said softly: "I don't know, but I want to give it a try."
The goddess turned around and headed towards the bottom of the city.
"It is undeniable that your idea is very attractive, at least it is much better than what the Taoist from Shanhe Temple has done. But the man in heaven is still the same. Before you convince such a person, let Huangliang Bingjia bathe in the divine light and let Nanyi City is covered with Shenze, which is the limit of what I can do."
Prime Minister Qing stood quietly at the top of Nanyi City.
This scholar in white, who became a rebel, looked at the world for an extremely long time.
Be it a scholar or a Taoist.
Everything the two envision is naturally an attempt to reconcile the many contradictions in the world.
Under the sky.
Under the sky.
It is a world that is still struggling.
The prime minister looked at it for a long time, and then sighed.
Nanyi City, Nanyi City.
It’s not just Qinglian and the others who live in the shadow of such a previous cliff master?
Nothing in the world is better than this.
.....
Yellow beams, above the windward building.
Han Chan, who was dressed in imperial robes, and Liu Sanyue, who was dressed in blue Taoist robes, stood quietly on the high building.
"The goddess has gone to the north."
Yaoji's departure from Huangliang was naturally not hidden. People all over Huangliang had seen the divine light and the Styx moving towards the north on a certain day.
Han Chan said calmly: "Where the goddess goes is never something we can decide."
Liu Sanyue sighed softly.
All stories eventually went in the direction he least wanted to see.
It's just that he believed in the world so much, but the Taoist from Shanhe Temple gave him an extremely heavy blow.
I thought you would walk unswervingly in the mud toward higher places, just as you believed in.
As a result, they preferred to lie in the broken clay pot and live covered in blood.
This Taoist from Qingtian Dao was naturally disappointed.
Not only the Taoist from Shanhe Temple, but also the matter of His Majesty in the north.
Naturally, they could not be unaware of the fact that Xuexuyuan raised the flag of rebellion.
The entire Huangliang Xuanxu Courtyard is heading towards Nanyi City.
Not just because Cong Ren died.
It was also because a certain His Majesty took their things.
Hanchan turned to look at Liu Sanyue and said slowly: "If you look at the world too rationally or ideally, you will always be disappointed."
Liu Sanyue naturally knew that this senior fellow from Liuyun Sword Sect was talking about him.
But maybe he's also talking about himself.
So Liu Sanyue asked: "For example?"
Han Chan said softly: "For example, I don't like being the king, and I don't like having that boy from the Sword Academy call me king in fear."
"So you, in some anger, let him go north."
"Yes." Han Chan lowered his head and looked down at the world, "I used to think that it was extremely ridiculous to do something outrageous just for some extremely simple reasons."
"But then I didn't think so."
"When everyone stands in a low position, they will think about how I will be a good person when I stand in such a position."
"But the rapidly expanding desire and the feeling of having everything in hand will lose all thoughts."
Han Chan's eyes fell back on his robes.
"I can see clearly, understand, and see through, but I can't. A moment's thought, in an unrestrained story, will become some irreversible choices."
"So sometimes, when people think about how noble they are in the face of desire, they might as well think about it, what if there is such an early morning, the drizzle outside knocks on the window lattice, the bed is very warm, and you wake up in a daze Come here, you remember that you still have a pair of torn shoes that have not been mended. You can mend them now, or you can mend them in the afternoon or tomorrow. Would you choose to continue sleeping for a while, or get up and mend the shoes?"
Liu Sanyue said softly: "I may get up, or I may continue to sleep, but no matter which choice I make, I will struggle for a long time."
"Yes, empty words of desire are not tempting. You need to really stand in it. So think about it, a warm bed is difficult to choose, let alone a greater desire?"
The two stood on the tall building for a long time.
This kind of thing, no matter how you put it, is extremely heavy.
"But actually speaking of it, I regretted it afterwards." Hanchan said softly, "Because I was going to die."
The Huangliang Emperor looked at the human world and said with great emotion: "In this war, I simply want Huangliang to die. Let Shenhe reduce some pressure."
So the story of that day is called unhappy and mindless.
Han Chan started that war out of nowhere, so it was certainly a no-brainer.
The people of Huangliang had criticized this war countless times, which also made them question whether the king recommended by Xuanxu Yuan really had the qualifications to be a good emperor.
Liu Sanyue also sighed.
"But you didn't expect that the prime minister would turn against you."
So the story of fate changed the world's tone dramatically.
Even if the world has been the people of the Dafeng Dynasty for a thousand years, after all, the concept that comes from the regions is still deep-rooted.
Huang Liang was actually able to defeat Nanyi City.
Such a war that seemed to be calculated by heaven made people no longer criticize the emperor.
So it turned into a sigh that the people in Huai'an really understand the people in Huai'an better.
Huang Liang's world was very lively during these days.
Even if people don't have any thoughts of rebellion, they are still excitedly talking about the magic armor.
Huangliang has been weak for a long time, especially in the era when the gods and ghosts have gone away and the great roads are not prosperous. Such a country south of Daze has gradually lost its strength to compete with Huai'an during the period of Emperor Huai'an.
Han Chan said softly: "Yes, so I originally wanted to have such a war to let the world see that even if you are bathed in divine light, you are still not as good as walking forward on your own. But Senior Qingxiang's rebellion, On the contrary, it fulfills the luster of the goddess."
The white-robed emperor looked helplessly towards the world.
"So what is fate, can anyone really see through it?"
People who are in the river of destiny will probably never be able to see clearly the river they are in.
Only those on the river bank can understand.
But the people on the river bank are probably struggling in their own river.
"I don't know." Liu Sanyue said softly.
Not all Taoists will look at fate.
This Taoist from Qingtian Road probably wants to see a lustrous and charming human world.
"But what if the goddess's luster falls on the human world."
Liu Sanyue said softly.
"Then she is also a person of destiny."
Han Chan was silent for a while and said softly: "Yes."
This is a fate brought about by the Taoist Taoist of Mountains and Rivers, through the luck of a certain person who fulfills God's will.
