"What is black and white? Like the sun and moon in the sky? ”

"No, that's the theory of the Yin and Yang family, in our Mo family, black and white is justice and evil."

"What is justice and what is evil?"

"Justice is compassion and love, and evil is hatred and suffering."

Tonghua stood on a tree, it was a thousand-year-old tree, its thick roots were deeply rooted in the earth, the branches were luxuriant, and the leaves were impermeable to the wind, and even the silk rain in the sky could not drift into the place where it was enveloped.

The misty silk rain and the silent forest constitute a picture of smoke and rain. It was very quiet, there was no singing of birds, no whispering of insects, only the sound of rain hitting the tung oil umbrella, the sound was quiet and fresh, like a clear spring flowing silently, and like the words of the teacher, always so soft but unquestionable.

Tonghua came from Moyuan Mountain, and grew up in Baicheng since he had his own memory.

When she was three years old, she and a group of friends wore black and white clothes, sat on the top of the mountain surrounded by clouds and fog and recited the eighteen precepts of the Mo family. At the age of eight, she began to learn swords, killing rabbits, cats and dogs. At the age of twelve, she fought with the unique ink wolf in the Moyuan Mountains, a giant wolf with infinite strength and quick movements, standing taller than her, and she finally killed the king of the ink wolf with her light body and exquisite swordsmanship. At the age of sixteen, her teacher sealed her sword with a black and white silk cloth, and let her learn piano, chess, poetry, calligraphy and painting, learn the etiquette and writing of all countries in the world, and be proficient in the essentials of each school.

Today is Tonghua's birthday, eighteenth birthday. Every Moyuan Mountain's birthday is the same, and the third day of March every year is their birthday.

This was the first time in Tonghua's life that she had left Moyuan Mountain, of course, she had come with compassion and love, and in order to punish hatred and pain, there were six other people who came here with her, all of them her brothers and sisters.

She carried a tung oil umbrella and a sword of sharpened iron on her back, which was hidden in the body and wrapped in a bag, so that no one knew how sharp it was. She was not dressed in black and white, but she was wearing a gentle lilac dress, and although the ornaments were not gorgeous, they were very decently cultivated, making her look like a noble lady rather than the chief disciple of Baicheng. She wore a black and white flower on her wrist, which was a sign of status and status, and neither of her brothers and sisters did it, only the chief disciple of the White City was qualified to wear it.

From her point of view, the scorpion pass is more visualized, it really looks like a lazy scorpion lying on the mountainside, the statue and the statue on the pincer are very small, not as big as one of her fingers, and the group of advancing horsemen are like a wriggling worm. As long as it is a bug, it likes to burrow into the dark mud hole, so Tonghua saw that the bug slowly burrowed into the fortress of the Scorpion Pass, and gradually, she couldn't see anything, but she knew that there was someone she wanted to kill, a wicked person.

At this moment, she remembered the conversation with her mentor again.

"Is the Tiger of Yanjing a villain?"

"Of course, what he did in the fortress was outrageous, he cut off the heads of his captives, and stuck them in rows on the tips of his halberds, and when the wind blew, those heads emitted a terrible stench in the wind, and even if he died, it was difficult to find a moment of peace. He also traded slaves and burned fortresses, leaving tens of thousands of civilians and slaves homeless. ”

"But aren't all the princes of the world like this? Brutal killing, right or wrong. Moreover, Chu Xuanhuai plundered Jiangbei and burned Modu, causing hundreds of thousands of civilians and slaves to die under that monstrous catastrophe. Such a person is the most heinous sin. ”

"Tonghua, there is no great good for good, and there is no small evil for evil."

"Yes, Master."

The teacher is right, if the small evil is not eliminated, the big evil will not stop. Although the evil committed by this Yanjing Tiger is not big, but it is very cunning, he not only has five hundred soldiers, but also a big bird, which is almost inseparable from him, always flying above his head, there is really no chance to attack, it is really annoying! However, there will come a day when the wicked will be negligent, just like the ink wolf, and if it had not thought that I had no strength, it would not have died by my sword.

The rain gradually stopped, the smoke and rain and water vapor were blown away by the mountain wind, the four fields were clear, the rainbow hung on the tree, the seven-colored neon was reflected on the tung oil umbrella, Tonghua put away the umbrella and floated down.

The body is light, like the first swallow after the rain.

……

Ji Lie naturally didn't know that he had been targeted by the people of Moyuan Mountain, in his opinion, rewarding good and punishing evil was far away from him, the world was so big, people died every day, and there were people doing evil every day, and he was just acting on orders, sticking to the fortress, and everything he did was within the scope of war, not good and evil.

Therefore, he didn't take Ziggy's reminder to heart at all, he thought, it should be just a little joke that Ziggy played with him, what is Moyuan Mountain? If even a little turtle like me had to work for their master, then why did the people of the Mo family hide in Baicheng, they would have already calmed the world. Besides, even if they were to kill, they should have killed those who ordered it, not me.

However, he only knew one thing, but he didn't know the other, it was precisely because Mo Yuanshan's ability was not enough to kill those who gave orders, so he could only kill the little turtle in the quagmire, and he could catch one by one.

It is not a huge iron stream gushing out of the Scorpion Pass Fortress, this time, Ji Lie did not hide his identity, he rode on a black horse, and watched the old witch officer chanting loudly with the national letter in his hand, the general who defended the city was still the same person eleven years ago, and the big firebird flew to this place again, and its cry made everyone tremble.

The name of the Flying Tiger, accompanied by a letter crow, a crossing eagle, and an eight-hundred-mile fast ride spread to all directions, just like that blizzard, devastating and sweeping every corner of the land of Zhongzhou, the world knows that someone can fly above the nine heavens and use the power of almost a god.

Everyone is small in the presence of God.

However, Ji Lie knew that there was no god in the sky, and even if there were, it should be like something like a stone, cold and ruthless.

The big firebird flew overhead, and lately, it rarely left Ji Lie's field of vision, it always hovered above Ji Lie's head, and its cold eyes were fixed on the grass and trees around Ji Lie. Perhaps, it is God.

The rain stopped, and the rainbow hung in the sky.

Ji Lie took the reins and looked back, the mountain peaks washed by the rain were as green as blue, and seven rainbow lights floated above a huge ancient tree, the gorgeous colors were confusing, and suddenly, he saw a shadow floating under the rainbow, a very small point, a flash of surprise, he involuntarily raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

No one can really fly in the sky, not even Xiao Yu can't. Ji Lie put down his hand, shook his head, and ran along the clear river towards Jingcheng.

Along the way, the past is left behind.

Smoke rose in the fields, and a trickle rolled over the bluestones in the river, tinkling like the sound of a piano. The neat and dull hooves of the horses crushed its tranquility and brought with it the smell of slaughter, and several fighting dogs fled into the village with their tails between their legs.

Eleven years passed, and it became more and more pale, and its branches were like demonic hands, and its roots stretched out to the sky, and the heart of the tree was charred and blackened, and it was evident that it had been struck by a thunderbolt. Under the tree, huddled were two little beggars, holding their heads tightly and cowing their feet, fearing that they would be trampled to death by the horses' hooves.

Ji Lie took out a knife coin from his bosom and scattered it in the mud pit in front of them. At this moment, the big firebird flew down, its sharp claws clung to the branches of the old locust tree, and let out a long cry of sorrow, perhaps, it also remembered those unsightly past.

The passers-by hid from a distance, pointing at Ji Lie and the Great Firebird. Their eyes were filled with horror and fear, and of course, there were people sitting in the carriage, pushing the carved windows, looking curiously at the birds in the trees, and the people under the trees.

Is this the Flying Tiger? He didn't have three heads, six arms, and three eyes, so why was his eyes so sad? That divine bird is too, and it screams so badly.

The sun, squeezed out of the sparse clouds, shone on the iron armor on Ji Lie's body, glowing with a cold glow, and he stood under the tree for half an hour. Until, the lord of Jingcheng arrived.

Chen Guo and Anguo have a bad relationship, and they are in a state of hostility for many years, but the hostility does not hinder the exchanges between the two countries, not to mention that this time is not the same as in the past, now Anguo is in civil war, and the four marquis of Anguo who have been missing for eleven years suddenly came back, for Chen Hou, this is a great good thing, the more chaotic Anguo is, the more peaceful Chen Guo is, maybe that day, when they fight the national strength is greatly reduced, Chen Guo's chariot and iron armor will overflow the Liuyuan River, a hundred years of shame. Therefore, Chen Guo treats Ji Lie like a guest.

The lord of Jingcheng is also surnamed Chen, called Chen Su, and is the younger brother of Chen Hou. This is a middle-aged man, with a round face, a shiny face, a three-inch crown on his head, a gorgeous brocade robe on his body, and a bloody skull embroidered on the cuffs and corners of the robe, which is the symbol of Chen Guo, greedy and tenacious.

Chen Su did not ride a horse, but stood on a limousine, and at this moment, he looked at Ji Lie on horseback with a smile. Dozens of cavalrymen, two chariots surrounded him. In terms of national strength, Chen is not as good as Anguo, and there are less than 300 chariots in the whole country.

The old witch's cherished pear blossom wooden cane was lost on the way to find Ji Lie, but this did not prevent him from being a great witch, he picked up a branch from the ground at random, and walked towards Chen Su with it, his gaze was inviolable.

Chen Su felt the solemnity of the old witch official, he had to put away the smile on his face, stepped down from the limousine, gave a salute to the old witch official, and solemnly accepted the national letter presented by the old witch official. Ji Lie flipped off his horse and walked towards Chen Su.

At the same time, a little farther away, in the green bamboo forest, a carriage was parked, and the people sitting in the carriage slowly closed the windows and stretched.

"No wonder that bird is so familiar, it turned out to be him, the child of the Song Kingdom who likes to lie on the firewood and bask in the sun."

"The proprietor, he is no longer a child, he is not from the Song Kingdom, but from Anguo, and he is also the Tiger of Yanjing, he once rode that bird and flew above the Nine Heavens."

"yes, the bird has grown up, too. It's quite a miracle, and it's not in vain that I have traveled thousands of miles to see it. ”

"Uh......"