"Sister, you can't die! Sister!" the man cried hoarsely, shaking the woman's body desperately.

But the woman was long gone.

"Ahhh The man fell to his knees and cried.

"Young master, I inquired when I came, this is the mansion of Zhao Chen's pioneer official Cheng Julu, that woman is Cheng Julu's wife, named Pu Jia, and she was born very beautiful. and Cheng Julu are very affectionate, but somehow, Pu Jia's beauty was known by Yang Jimo, and this time it was mostly because Cheng Julu was not at home, so he ......"

The Grim Reaper explained everything to Winterfall.

Dongluo narrowed his eyes, looked at the human tragedy in front of him, and said in a somewhat solemn voice: "Zhao Chen sits down as a pioneer officer, Cheng Julu?"

If this matter falls on the heads of the defenseless people, there will not be much surprise in Dongluo, after all, it is a group of people who are used to being obedient, but how can this Cheng Julu say that he is also the vanguard officer of the general Zhao Chen, this Yang Jimo Jing dared to act like this, and after killing people, he also set fire.

Do you not take a vanguard officer in your eyes, or don't take Zhao Chen, the general of the dynasty, in your eyes. Since this Cheng Julu is Zhao Chen's vanguard, it must be Zhao Chen's person.

"Most of the powerful people are like this, Yang Jimo is not the only one who caused this kind of tragedy, this kind of tragedy happened, not only here and now, but more than once, maybe it will fall on the head of a common person today, and it will fall on the head of an official tomorrow, I can't say. Yang Jimo is the grandson of the emperor, and he may be able to ascend to the Ninth Five-Year Plan in the future. Not to mention a small pioneer officer, even if he bullied the first-class officials of the dynasty, no one dared to say anything. ”

The Grim Reaper seemed to see Dongluo's doubts, and secretly said: "Young Master, this place in the extreme north is a place where whoever has a big fist and a loud voice. ”

The weak are the slaves of the strong, and it seems to be a matter of course in this far north.

Dongluo was silent, and from the man's resentful but helpless eyes, he could already see that this was the truth. There is no way to change the facts.

Dongluo said in a deep voice: "Self-inflicted, don't live." Since they have encountered it, then other people will not look at it, just this Yang Jimo! ”

Death's expression moved, "The young master wants him to die?"

Killing, for the people of the Temple of Death, couldn't be simpler.

Even if he is the grandson of a kingdom.

Dongluo said with a cold expression: "No, I want him to live." ”

It's easy to be alone, it's hard to live a life than to die.

Dongluo turned his head to look at the god of death and said, "Leave a few gods to deal with this place, and don't let the people of the Yang Guoguan family find any clues." ”

The Grim Reaper nodded.

Dongluo pointed to the man who had already fainted from crying and said: "When he wakes up, give him a sword, as for whether to choose suicide or killing, this is his choice, you don't have to interfere." ”

The Grim Reaper asked, "Young Master, don't you want to use him as a guide to draw out Yang Jimo......?"

Dongluo shook his head, without explanation, although it is said that those who become big things are not informal, but it does not mean that they do not compromise the means.

behave

It's still moral.

If a man who mourns more than his heart dies, if he is given a sword of vengeance, and pierces himself in the chest, what will stop him?

Dongluo and Wang Xifeng left side by side, he knew that the gods would take care of things here.

Wang Xifeng smiled, "The young master looks a little unhappy!"

Dongluo tugged at the corners of his mouth, ignoring this superficial woman.

Wang Xifeng leaned back with his hands and stretched his waist, "Young master doesn't have to be like this, if you see something unfair here today, you will feel sentimental." Ming'er sees that there is injustice in that place, and he will live or die, then you will have to bear it in this cultivation world. ”

The cultivation world is extremely brilliant, but in fact, there are endless piles of white bones underneath, and there are so many resources, if you want to swim against the current, you have to fight, and if you don't fight, you have to die. Where there is struggle, there is bloodshed, there is death. The weak are enslaved by the strong, and their dignity is ruthlessly trampled on, this is the reality, the bloody reality.

As said in the "Cultivation Induction Chapter", the avenue is competing for the first, just like the carp crossing the river, all of which are competing for the crossing.

Practice, to put it mildly, is to harm others and benefit oneself!

As long as you are self-interested, there will be injustice. In the cultivation world, there are many injustices.

If it is really as Wang Xifeng said, if you encounter injustice, you will be sentimental, and you will live or die, then you will really have to bear it.

Dongluo stared ahead with his eyes and said calmly: "I know what you said, I'm just uneasy!"

Wang Xifeng was stunned, and then smiled charmingly at Dongluo, a person like this, no, it should be Tie Hanhan, there are not many in the cultivation world.

At the beginning of the cultivation, this kind of road is uneven, and there may be many Tie Hanhan who helps each other with a knife, but with the cultivation of the avenue, the farther and farther, people will become shrewd and sophisticated, and they will be good at calculation, and how many people can keep their original intentions!

People with such an original intention generally don't live long, and most of the people like this have just entered the rivers and lakes, either becoming people who go with the flow, or being drowned by the rivers and lakes. Wang Xifeng glanced at the silent young man next to him, and suddenly asked, "Are you good at water?"

Dongluo didn't know why Wang Xifeng asked this, but he still answered truthfully, "I grew up by the Weishui since I was a child, and my water nature is acceptable." ”

Wang Xifeng laughed, and the flowers and branches trembled.

Winter falls in the middle of nowhere, confused.

The laughter stopped, and Wang Xifeng sighed and said, "What were you thinking just now?"

Dongluo said: "I'm wondering why some people are not people. ”

Wang Xifeng said: "For example, Yang Jimo?"

Dongluo nodded, then shook his head again, "It's him, it's not him." ”

Wang Xifeng understood the meaning of Dongluo's words, Yang Jimo was just one of them, and there were many people like him who were not human.

Wang Xifeng said lightly: "This world is too small, after you walk out of this world, you will find that how high the sky is, how wide the earth is, and how many people like him are." What kind of evil does he have for a little Yang Jimo, what kind of evil can he do?"

Dongluo knew that Wang Xifeng was not so simple, a person with a phoenix hidden in his soul, a phoenix, how simple could it be, no matter where he went,

The hearts of people who have seen it must be much more than him.

Dongluo asked: "When the road is uneven, are there many people who draw their swords to help?"

Wang Xifeng couldn't help laughing again, "Slaughtering one person is a crime, slaughtering ten thousand people is a hero, slaughtering ten thousand people, Fang is the male of the heroes, you are an emperor in the world, you don't want to be like the Mo family rangers, the road is uneven, draw a sword to help!"

Dongluo asked, "Can't you?"

Wang Xifeng didn't answer, is this okay, it's not up to her, she only said what she wanted to say, "How many people can you help with one person and one knife?"

Winter Fall is terrifying, this question is a bit ...... It's hard to answer!

Wang Xifeng said lightly: "The more you are in a high position, the more you must be cautious in your words and deeds, the rules between heaven and earth should be the freedom of the weak as the boundary." ”

Although the rules between heaven and earth are made by the strong, the boundaries should not be on the side of the strong.

Dongluo stopped and looked at the woman next to him who seemed to have changed person.

Wang Xifeng's face turned red, and she remembered the good things that an unscrupulous person had done on her face, and said with a delicate smile: "Young master, am I good-looking?"

Dongluo was unmoved, and just wanted to say that you are a good fart, but as soon as he thought that it was inappropriate to say a woman like this, he turned his mouth and smiled: "When Yang Jimo sees you, Harazi may be about to drain the ground, and I, the poor young master, may be in danger." ”

Wang Xifeng sneered, not as annoyed as before. "How are you going to let Yang Jimo die?"

After Dongluo put his hands on his back, he squinted his eyes slightly and said: "There is revenge and revenge, and there is revenge." Anyway, I've already memorized his words, so it's up to me to borrow the knife. ”

The knife still has to be drawn.

Both for others and for yourself.

......

......

At the border between Han and Yang!

In the military tent of the army of Yang Guo.

An elegant middle-aged man, holding a cup of hot tea, carefully looked at a huge sand table, on which the terrain along the way from Zhenbei City to Chang'an City was described in detail.

There was a group of guards standing next to him, and quietly no one dared to disturb this famous general of the Yang Kingdom.

The man's face was handsome, and there was an indescribable heroic spirit between his eyebrows.

The middle-aged man is none other than Zhao Chen, the general of Yang Guoda.

Zhao Chen took a sip of tea and said lightly: "Generals, let's talk about your opinion of Zhang Baigui, the marshal of the Han Kingdom!"

Someone in the big tent laughed out loud at that time, "A stinky boy dares to stand in front of your horse's hooves." Marshal, if there is a war, the last general Cheng Juluyuan will take the lead. ”

Zhao Chen glanced at the pioneer officer who had followed him for many years, and smiled slightly, "This task of leading the charge is naturally none other than you." ”

The burly man's face was overjoyed, and he glanced at the other generals in the big tent with some pride.

The rest of the generals laughed, "This nerd. ”

With Cheng Julu speaking first, the other generals also expressed their opinions.

"Dashuai, the last general feels that Zhang Baigui should not be underestimated. General Fan Tianxue's 100,000 army was lost in his hands. ”

"Marshal, General Wang is right

, The last general will not fight against Wei Changkong at this pass for a day or two, Wei Changkong will understand that he is brave and strategic, but this kind of person is willing to surrender to a yellow-mouthed child, this matter is definitely not so simple. ”

"We must not despise Zhang Baigui because he is still young and has no classic battles, because of this, we must pay more attention to him, he is still young, and he is not born handsome. The absence of a classic battle shows that we have no way of understanding his troop habits and combat methods. The last general thinks that this kind of talent is the most terrifying. ”

......

......

Zhao Chen drank tea slowly, quietly listening to the analysis of the generals, there was no intention to underestimate the enemy, and there was no fear of the enemy, this is the soldier led by Lao Tzu!

Zhao Chen stretched out his hand, pressed it for a moment, and the conversation in the big tent suddenly stopped, "Generals, you will make meritorious contributions here." This battle is a national war, either the Han Kingdom is destroyed, or my Yang Kingdom is destroyed. ”

What is a national war, that is, a war with the strength of the whole country, the national glory is destroyed, and the country is doomed.

The generals' eyes lit up, and they said in unison: "I am willing to follow the handsome horse to Chang'an." ”

For a soldier, what is more fascinating than making meritorious contributions and expanding the territory.

Zhao Chen slowly put the teacup in his hand on Chang'an City in the sand table, crushing the entire Chang'an City into ruins.

His movements speak for themselves.

Cheng Julu, who had been in the excitement before the big war was coming, suddenly asked a question that the generals present were concerned about, "Marshal, when will the war start?"

Cheng Julu glanced at the direction of Daye City and said softly, "It's almost there!"

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Extinction" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~