Nandu, known as Jinling in ancient times, was the ancient capital of the Ten Dynasties. In the history of the Chinese nation, this ancient capital has a profound historical heritage.

However, in modern times, this famous ancient capital suffered a catastrophe along with a war of aggression by a barbarian army!

On December 13, 1937, the R Army invaded Nandu savagely, and in the next six weeks, it created a horrific and tragic Nandu Massacre!

More than 300,000 lives were devastated! A third of the building was destroyed! The beautiful ancient capital of the Ten Dynasties has been reduced to hell on earth!

This is the darkest stroke in human history, and it is a pain that can never be left in the hearts of the Chinese people!

When Chu Yang stepped off the train and stepped on the land of Nandu, he suddenly felt a different and solemn atmosphere.

He had learned about this history from Chu Yang's memories before, and he was moved by it at that time!

In the world of cultivators, although there is also the law of the jungle, cultivators rarely do anything to civilians, let alone create such a horrific massacre! Such bestiality is simply madness! It is hard for Chu Yang to imagine what kind of BT nation can make such heinous behavior!

After more than 70 years, Nandu has already rebuilt a few rounds, and the traces of the trees on the surface left by history have long disappeared, and only a few museums still retain some evidence of the original. But the traces left in people's hearts are not so easy to erase.

Chu Yang strolled through the streets of Nandu and noticed a small detail. That is, on the streets of Nandu, it is rare to see the cars of country R. This country was founded on a small island. Chu Yang is more accustomed to calling it "Island Country", and Country R is his official title. The cars in country R are fuel-efficient and beautiful, and they are selling well all over the world. However, here, it is rare to see R country brands such as R production and Fengtian, which is enough to see how far-reaching the crimes committed by the R army invading China in this city have had a profound impact on the people of this city! In such a way, people express a kind of persistence in remembering history!

According to the arrangement of the notice, Chu Yang came to the municipal government guest house in Nandu and completed the check-in procedures. I got my room key. Then he walked to his room. However, at this moment, from the door, a gray-haired old lady walked in, and beside her, a staff member was supporting her. But the old man was clearly in good spirits. The steps under his feet are also very steady. The two staff members are in this gesture of support. It's more symbolic.

With a hand like dead tree bark, the old man took out his ID card and certificate, and the staff at the front desk politely asked her, "Hello Grandma Xia." Immediately went through the formalities for her.

From the chat of several staff members next to him, Chu Yang learned that this old man's name was Xia Shuying, who was over ninety years old this year and was a survivor of the massacre. Her family of eight was killed in the massacre. Only she escaped by hiding in the cellar. In the midst of her family's corpses, she spent seven days and nights alone in terror, and was finally rescued by well-wishers who happened to pass by and fled to safety, leaving her life behind!

Seventy-seven years have passed, and the old man's unforgettable memory of that time cannot be extinguished. Now, although Xia Shuying is in her last years, when she mentions that past, there is still fear and pain in her eyes!

Listening to these people's narratives, Chu Yang's mood became extremely heavy! From this old man's body, he seemed to see that catastrophe was happening right before his eyes.

Chu Yang didn't do much, he just walked over, held the old man's hand, and secretly spent a wisp of true qi, helping her sort out her body that was aging and injured due to the erosion of time.

The old man Xia Shuying looked at the young man in front of her, she felt that this young man's hand was as warm as a piece of warm jade, and there was a hot current flowing from his hand into her body, the right leg that was injured by a stray bullet on the way to escape, the wound seemed to be less painful. Although she didn't understand what was happening, she cast a grateful look at the young man.

After separating from the old man, Chu Yang returned to his room, and after calling the girls separately, he turned off his mobile phone and began to practice the "Joy God Decision".

But in the past, he was able to calm down quickly, but today he has not been able to settle down for a long time. The story of the old man Xia Shuying just now has been hovering and entwining in his heart.

Moreover, Chu Yang faintly felt that just above his head, a heavy atmosphere slowly condensed in the sky above this city. That atmosphere put a lot of pressure on him, and it also made him unable to calm down for a long time!

Since he couldn't cultivate, Chu Yang simply turned on the TV and watched the local program.

Tomorrow is Memorial Day. Local TV programs broadcast some arrangements and precautions about public sacrifices, and some documentaries of the Nandu Massacre are also interspersed. From these films, Chu Yang relived that period of history again. The original memory of Chu Yang in his mind began to slowly coincide with that period of history. He began to feel where that heavy feeling came from, and if he guessed correctly, it was the collective will of hundreds of thousands of ordinary people in this city!

This is a city full of painful memories, although from the outside, it is still so prosperous, but from some details, you can still see that people remember that period of history!

In such an atmosphere, Chu Yang was gradually infected. He gave up cultivation and began to experience this feeling.

It was night, and Chu Yang, who had never had a dream, suddenly had a dream.

In the dream, as a bystander, he "saw" this massacre, like a hell on earth!

Planes that obscured the sky, bombs that rained down, black smoke billowing everywhere, flames soaring into the sky!

Adults, children, old people, men and women screaming and crying. The sound of heavy machine guns tearing through the air, torn bodies, mountains of corpses, blood-stained lakes.

A huge pit the size of half a football field. Countless ordinary people were entangled with iron wires, and strings and groups were driven into the pit and buried alive!

An unknown riverside. Hundreds of women and children were driven to the shore, and soldiers in yellow military uniforms, set up crane guns, and fired! The crowd fell like a grain, and the river was gradually dyed a dazzling red!

A pregnant woman was chased to a dead end by several soldiers, who smiled and stepped forward, ignoring her pleading. Strip her naked. Take turns to masochize poor pregnant women!

After venting their bestial desires, several soldiers cut off her RU room, picked her belly, and took a baby boy who had already formed. Cruelly picked on the bayonet. As their "trophies". Giggling and leaving, leaving only the bloody woman, her eyes wide. Looking at his own flesh and bones on the tip of the knife, as if crying silently for him!

The screen turns. Two officers, brandishing bright bayonets, laughed and broke into the homes of ordinary people, launching a unique "killing competition". The event of their competition is to see who kills a hundred Chinese people first! In the end, a young man won the victory, and the final picture was of him holding a saber, beaming proudly, and at his feet, neatly lined with rows and rows of human heads!

Chu Yang was in such a dream, unable to leave, unable to wake up. It was as if there was an invisible force asking him to watch it!

The scenes made him really shocked! As a cultivator, especially a cultivator who is good at cultivating divine souls, Chu Yang naturally knew that he was in a dream at this moment. But this dream is not an ordinary dream, it is an extremely large and powerful collective will, under the joint influence, through the dream realm, let his soul, experience such a picture!

At four o'clock in the morning, Chu Yang was in his room, opened his eyes, and slowly sat up. He opened the curtains and looked out the window, it was just before dawn, but at this moment, it was the darkest moment of the day!

A few days ago, there was a heavy snowfall, and the remnants of the snow had not yet disappeared, and the wind rose in the air again, and the whining wind was like the cry of countless unjust souls. With a hint of chill, he rushed towards Chu Yang. The chill seemed to pierce his sea of consciousness and penetrate deep into his soul!

Chu Yang looked solemn, got up and walked out of the room, out of the guest house, and walked out of the street.

He walked slowly, feeling the atmosphere of the city in more detail. Chu Yang noticed that on the left and right of the road he was passing by, whether it was a businessman, a government agency, or a personal residence, there was a small white flower hanging at the door, and some of them were also hung with white characters on a black background, revealing a sad and depressing atmosphere everywhere!

Before he knew it, he had been walking along the road of the city for more than two hours, and at this moment, the sky was already bright!

He made a big circle, only to find that he had come to the memorial hall of the victims of the Nandu Massacre of the R Army that invaded China.

Due to the imminent public memorial service, the perimeter of the area has been temporarily controlled by the police and the army. However, Chu Yang was one of the representatives of people from all walks of life who were invited, and after showing his ID, he was allowed to enter the square specially prepared for the public sacrifice.

On both sides of the square, rows of signs with the words "National Sacrifice" in white on a black background enclose the entire venue. On the altar, a huge "disaster wall" carved from white marble is covered with dense names. Each name represents a fresh life, and more than 300,000 names silently tell the story they have experienced!

Many people had already entered the square, and although there were many of them, everyone was in good order, and after everyone entered the memorial ground, they quickly found their place and stood there silently. Even when someone was talking, it was very quiet. Everyone's face was solemn and solemn.

Chu Yang also walked to his position under the guidance of the staff. Wearing a black tunic with an elegant white flower on his chest. Most of the people around him are dressed in the same attire as him. Standing in the midst of this black sea of people, a thick atmosphere arises spontaneously!

At seven o'clock, under the gaze of everyone, the bright red national flag slowly fell. Under the gaze of more than 10,000 eyes, the landing of the national flag carried a solemn pain!

The crowd gathered in the square grew, but the whole Huiyang was still silent. Heaviness seems to be the main theme of this public sacrifice.

At ten o'clock, with the entrance of the national leaders, the public memorial activities officially began!

The solemn and majestic national anthem sounded, and nearly 10,000 people sang in unison, and an earth-shaking momentum rose from the ground!

"Get up! People who don't want to be slaves! Build our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall......" In the accompaniment of the majestic military band, the chorus of 10,000 people converged into a torrent of steel. Straight to the clouds!

Chu Yang was also in the crowd, singing along. At this moment, any technique and method became no longer important, and in such a song, his whole soul was shocked and washed!

National public sacrifice, the whole country sacrifices!

It wasn't until this moment that Chu Yang truly realized the heavy weight of the word "country"! He was even a little overwhelmed by the atmosphere of the scene!

At the same time, he was surprised to find that the power of faith was as thick as a child's arm. Like a dragon. Rush towards that bright red flag! The power of faith was so pure and powerful, since he had cultivated the "Joy God Decision" until now, he had never seen such a powerful power of faith!

Chu Yang was truly shocked by the scene in front of him!

"To the 300,000 compatriots killed in the Nandu Massacre. Silence! ”

The poignant air raid sirens sounded. Soldiers like mountains and jungles. Collectively took off their military hats, and more than 10,000 people bowed their heads and mourned in silence!

The mournful sound of air defense sirens fell on Chu Yang's ears. It seems to be the cry of hundreds of thousands of unjust souls!

At this moment, he suddenly had a feeling of being truly one with this country and this nation! Around him, the collective will of nearly 10,000 people is incomparably huge. His divine soul power, or spiritual power, which is far superior to ordinary people, is as insignificant as a drop of water in an ocean at this moment!

At this moment, Chu Yang's heart suddenly gave birth to a sense of enlightenment. For the first time, he had a different understanding of the Le Shen Jue who had been cultivating!

Before that, although he worked hard to integrate into this world, become a star and enter the official career, what he still wanted was to cultivate the spirit of music. What he has been reminding himself in his subconscious is that "I am a cultivator, I do not belong to this world, I am transcendent."

But at this moment, Chu Yang found out that he was wrong, very wrong!

It's true that he is a cultivator, and it is also true that his strength is far superior to that of ordinary people. He has a happy god, and among ordinary people, he is even more god-like!

However, his mentality is far away from the avenue of Le Shen Duel's cultivation!

The Joy God Decision is a miracle that has not been born in countless planes throughout the ages. Entering the Tao with joy completely broke the old system of cultivation in the past. This is the only practice that relies solely on cultivating the power of the divine soul and relying on the power of faith! The most important thing in cultivating this exercise is to understand the power of faith!

What is Faith? In the past, Chu Yang's understanding of this concept was a little naïve, and he always thought that with his own music, with a good song and a good tune that was enough to shock the world, he could easily gain the faith of ordinary people. But at this moment, he stood in this square, feeling the power of that pure and firm faith, and he finally realized how wrong he was!

It is true that as a musician, as a musician, his music can be treasured by countless ordinary people, and he can also have a large number of fans, and he can even gain a lot of faith power through this. But that kind of faith is not comparable to the kind of faith that is there now! Why? Because the two are not the same concept at all!

This nation, the Chinese nation, an ancient nation that has been passed down for thousands of years, has a spirit in her bones, a spirit that is not easy to be seen in ordinary times, but once it is stimulated, it is enough to shake the heavens and the earth!

That is a kind of pride of "those who offend me as a strong man, although they are far away, they will be punished"! That's a kind of "Weijia Yunai, Siyi comes to the dynasty" spirit! It is a kind of firm adherence to the soul of the nation that has been inherited for thousands of years!

Just ask, how powerful will be the power condensed by such a spirit! Just ask, what kind of firmness should such a belief be?

In the terrible siren, many people had already burst into tears, and nearly 10,000 pure spiritual powers, a power called faith, had already condensed into a powerful force, gathered on that bright banner!

Chu Yang couldn't imagine what kind of achievements he would have with such a powerful force of faith, even if he gave one ten-thousandth of it to himself!

I'm afraid that I will be able to break through the realm in front of me and achieve Jindan in one fell swoop!

At this moment, next to his ears, the words that Old Man Li confessed to him sounded again.

"I want you to go to the Ministry of Culture, just to let you find more people who are as good as you in singing, acting, singing good songs, and acting well. Let there be more voices like this, and suppress those crooked tendencies and evil spirits, and cure them! ”

Chu Yang's heart moved, as if he had caught something. But faintly, I feel wrong!

At this moment, a deep and powerful voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"History tells us that peace needs to be fought for, and peace needs to be maintained......"

The voice is calm and calm, although it is calm, it reveals a firm atmosphere!

Chu Yang chewed on these words, thoughtful.

This is a kind, strong, and unyielding people. Although it has gone through wind and rain, it has survived vicissitudes without falling!

"Although I am a monk, the owner of this body belongs to this country, this people! I am now closely connected with this country and this nation! And the one qiē of this nation is so similar to the Wuzun Continent, whether it is ideology, culture, or traditional customs, it seems to be inextricably linked. Even the music in the two places is the same. The pentatonic scale, this is the iron law summed up by the sound monks of the Five Venerable Continents, and it happens to be the ancient existence of this country! Is this qiē just a coincidence? ”

"Whether it's a coincidence or not, since I, Chu Yang, have come here, I should use what I have learned to strengthen Huaxia! If such merit is achieved, it will be the highest happiness! ”

The next moment, Chu Yang raised his eyes and looked into the distance, his gaze touched the red flag, and he instantly became extremely firm!

And that red flag, as if it also sensed his mind in an instant, a thick arm, incomparably pure power of faith, instantly submerged into his eyebrows! (To be continued......)