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With a pick of his fingers, with a "clang" sound, Jia Jiu let his heart immerse himself in the past.

Let the heart field be occupied by a sea of fire, the sea of fire is boundless, and in the light of the fire are the evil ghosts from the eighteen layers of hell or the Shura of the human world.

Dada's horses' hooves, heroic shouts, women's wails, weepings, and mournful cries are intertwined.

The young girl hid behind the water tank with her younger brother in her arms, and peeked out through the gap in the water tank. The girl was afraid that her brother's voice would alarm people, so she covered her brother's mouth and nose and stared out, but she did not notice that her brother's face turned blue little by little, and his body became cold little by little, and finally turned into a piece of ice.

But even the young girl didn't know anything and looked out nervously.

The one who passed in front was the sister of the owner, and the sister of the owner had just made a promise, but she was pulled on the back of the horse by the barbarian slave. The host's sister struggled and jumped off the horse, only to be stabbed to the ground with a spear.

It was Sister-in-law Liu from the village who had just passed, and Sister-in-law Liu had just given birth to a little nephew and was also dragged on horseback. Where does a woman who has just given birth have so much strength, even the struggle seems so weak. Suddenly, Sister-in-law Liu's voice suddenly rose up, and she saw a black rumbling thing dancing on a spear, dangling through the black shadow. Sister-in-law Liu screamed. He fell off the horse, followed by another crunch. The barbarian rode on a horse and stepped on Sister-in-law Liu's body and crushed Sister-in-law Liu's chest.

She was followed by the little aunt of the village. The little aunt has just entered the door and has a good relationship with her husband. But on that horse, it was clearly the head of the little aunt's husband! The little aunt was tied to the back of the horse and staggered along, looking at him, obviously mourning and dying. Suddenly, the little aunt rushed to the side and slammed into the stone mill. hit his head and bled out, and he fell to the ground without knowing who he was. The brute screamed and rode forward. trampled on the little aunt's body repeatedly, and soon the little aunt was trampled into a bloody mud.

The girl sat stupidly, trembling. Thankfully, no one spotted him. The wailing was also gradually inaudible. The sound of the horse's hooves finally disappeared at the sound of the horse's hooves. Only the flames are still dancing and jumping. The pungent smell of blood lingered, and the corpses hanging high on the beams of the room turned into a cloud of ashes with the crackling sound of beep-beep. The little girl sat stupidly in the fire until dawn.

The little girl faced the ruins alone.

The syllables of his hands have changed again, and his vision has changed.

A majestic city, with high walls, shrouded in yellow sand. Under the city, there are countless people. Or set up a ladder to climb the city wall, only to be pushed away by the people above. Lian fell down from mid-air wailing with a ladder; Or carrying a huge log to the city gate, only to be stoned by the people above him, or someone who was doused with hot oil, wailing and struggling, and the flames engulfed him and the people around him. The defender of the city was cut to the ground by the enemy who rushed up, and even if he was seriously wounded, he lifted up what he could catch and stabbed the opponent in the body. I don't want to be able to live, I just want to be able to cause damage to the enemy, and I want to move forward with courage and madness.

This city is like a huge monster, devouring human life.

As soon as the mind moves, the vision changes again.

A pair of cold eyes, looking at the earth indifferently through the sea of clouds. The land was green, and it was an endless grassland. On the grassland, thousands of horses galloped, bringing up countless dust, and behind the horses were countless wolves.

The horses were driven by wolves and rushed to a gathering place of the Di people. The Di people, who were still singing and dancing, were so happy to see so many horses, they grabbed the lasso and rushed to their horses, hoping to make a good horse and increase the value of their property.

However, experienced old men soon noticed that something was wrong. Those horses are weird, they can attack their tribe!

Anyway, it was too late for them to reflect. The wild horses broke through their formation and stormed into their tents, and those who did not have time to mount their horses, even if they had experience, were thrown into a frenzy, and some were injured or even killed. Di people love horses and don't want to hurt these good horses, but these good horses have washed Di people to pieces. By the time the Di people found out about the wolves that were following behind, it was too late.

Because of the impact of the horses, most of the Di people didn't have time to bring weapons, and they only had a lasso at hand, how could they deal with thousands of vicious wolves?

The wolves stormed their tents, killed their women and children, and even cooperated with each other to attack the people on horseback. The Di people who didn't escape in time were all killed by the wolves, and the Di people who escaped had to face the terrible Shura.

Inside the Changyin Building, the young girls' eyes widened in surprise.

They were very surprised that someone could play "Breaking the Array" so skillfully, and this person was not an elder, but a girl who was not much different from them.

Among the famous and important ministers sitting upstairs, many of them were involved in the artistic conception constructed by the sound of the qin, and they did not react for a long time, as if they heard the wails of the people and the wild laughter of the enemy. Several had to pat themselves on the head to sober themselves up.

There were also a few who frowned deeply.

The smell of blood is too strong.

"Breaking the Array" was written by Tang Taizong, who had not yet ascended the throne and was only the king of Qin. This music is pure and magnificent, not killing and bloody.

It's a pity for this kid.

The piano skills are not bad, and the piano sense is not bad, but this piano product has gone astray after all.

This is not the positive sound of the piano, it is actually a magic sound.

Jia Jiu put down the hairpin in the designated place, and regardless of the result, he turned around and left, but was stopped by Yan Wei.

"Senior sister, please wait a moment. This piano, the junior sister should take it away. ”

Jia Jiu turned his face, and there was a puzzled look on his face: "Senior brother, what do you mean by this?" ”

Yan Wei said: "After this song, I am afraid that this piano can only be shelved. Senior sister, you better take him back. In front of everyone, Yan Wei still didn't say anything after all, saying that Jia Jiu's piano product was inferior or something like that. It's just that the regret on his face fell in the eyes of many ladies. This piano is his beloved thing, and after being stained with blood, he is afraid that he will never be able to play any more piano sounds.

Jia Jiu squinted his eyes, looked at Yan Wei, and took the piano handed over by Yan Wei with both hands.

The eldest princess of Jiashan couldn't help but interject on the side, "Why, why is your piano full of murderous energy?" ”

Jia Jiu said lightly: "When I was practicing, what I thought of in my heart was my father and brother who were fighting for their lives at the border. Every ominous report adds a point to the murderous aura in my piano sound, and every fallen city adds a point to the bloody smell in my piano sound. I hate to go to war with my father and brother. Can the sound of the piano save our people from war? Can the sound of the piano bring the dead back to life? Oh, if it's for me, why not go into the devil? ”

How do people who enjoy peace in Beijing and who continue to drink and feast every day know what kind of life the people live under the fires of war? When you ignore the border pass, have you ever thought about what kind of tragic experience the people of Daqi will face once the border pass is lost.

Jia Jiu's voice was not loud, but it hit the hearts of all the famous and important ministers.

They all knew very well that the northern frontier of Great Qi would fall under the iron hoof, three points because of the ferocity of the Di people's iron hoof, and seven points because of the mistakes of the Great Qi national policy. And this mistake is because of each of them, who are famous and important.

Some people don't care about themselves, some people disdain border matters, and some people think that Daqi can afford to spend it.

But in the end, it was the people of Daqi who paid the price for their mistakes.

Before, these celebrities and important ministers did not take Jia Jiu's hairpin because of Jia Jiu's poor piano quality, but now, each of them feels that they are not qualified to take this hairpin. Because they are ashamed of the people of northern Xinjiang. Their consciousness and vision are not even comparable to that of a little girl.

This Jia Junjun's hairpin is too hot for them.

The Ministry of Rites Shangshu hesitated for a moment, and then he spoke: "Jia Junjun, do you know that "Breaking the Array" was made by Tang Taizong to promote the prestige of the Tang Dynasty? ”

Jia Jiu replied, "I know. The essence of "Breaking the Array" lies in the fact that it preaches force to all countries in order to achieve the goal of stopping the war. It's a pity that my Daqi doesn't have the absolute power to deter those Xiaoxiao. Until we are away from the war, the only means we can take is to end the war with war. And my mercy will only be given to the people of my great gathering. ”

No matter how difficult the life of the Di people is, even if they have to put in more effort than my people in Daqi to survive, my mercy and mercy will still only be given to the people of Daqi.

Because I am a Daqi person.

Jia Jiu's indifferent eyes glanced at the book of the Ministry of Rites fixedly, and finally drooped down.

The warlike will perish, and the forgotten war will be victorious. The army is like a knife that rusts if not maintained. Good at fighting but not fighting is the right way.

There are certain things that he doesn't need to say.

At this time, the Icelandic prince walked slowly and said, "I heard that the male guests who participate in the hairpin party can take the hairpin, right?" Then, I will be cheeky and take away this Jia Junjun's hairpin. Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of a country. From the ladies of your country, I have seen the sense of responsibility and vision of the people of your country, and it is no wonder that even if the northern frontier of your country falls to the feet of the enemy, it is still the enemy of your country that disappears in the end. ”

The envoy's eyes widened, and Wang Fu, who was looking at him, put away the flower hairpin, but he couldn't say anything, just glanced at Jia Jiu deeply. (The novel "The World of Red Mansions for Chess" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!) Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner to "add friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up! (To be continued......)