"Lion, tiger, wolf, leopard, wind, clouds, thunder, electricity, flowing water, ants, anything." Fengli can't say how he listens to the wind and rain and looks at the clouds in those lonely and lonely nights and days; Watch the lightning and thunder crash through the earth; See how the mountain stream spring gently pierces through the soil and meanders into the distance; Watch how the lion and tiger fight to the death.

In those sad days, it was the natural spring and summer growth, and the autumn harvest and winter storage made him understand the resilience and eternity of life; It was the joy of the spring water that made him understand the value of perseverance; It was the killing of the lion and the tiger, and the struggle of the population made him understand the difficulty and cruelty of survival; It was the quiet and quiet deep forest that made him understand that there was no fighting, and that it was peaceful and natural to grow freely.

These are not realized by themselves, but they have died too many days and have been waiting for too long, and they have quietly told themselves those things in nature. Maybe it is the natural quiet breath on his body that makes Ah Wolf follow him.

"Is that okay?" Leshan didn't seem to believe it, if so, wouldn't those secluded and desolate places be all masters. But the master seems to really like to retreat to the mountains and forests. Is that really the case? Looking at Fengli's appearance, it doesn't look like a lie.

"Aren't all of our martial arts based on nature? Lion fist, tiger fist, monkey fist, marching attack only to see not imitation of the leopard? Isn't the posture described as a crane? The strength of the bear, the speed of the leopard, and the eyes of the eagle are not all described in a natural way? Fengli heard Leshan's questioning and spoke out without hesitation. When my father was a child, he told him all about the wisdom of animals. Daddy's words are unquestionable!

"This ......" Leshan really couldn't refute.

"Then what do you think about birth, old age, sickness and death?" Nie Cheng asked. He saw a different flash of light on Feng Li's body, as if the faint touch of hope appeared little by little under the drive of these words.

"The way of growth." Birth, old age, sickness and death cannot be controlled, perhaps man-made, but who knows if this is providential?

"War and death?" Nie Cheng then asked.

"The way to survive." The two races only saw a meadow, a spring, and a corpse, and they all had to fight to the death. Maybe they live together peacefully, half and half is the right way. But what is mine is mine, why should I give it to you? Besides, when the strength is not clear, who doesn't want to monopolize the resources in their hands.

"The family and country are ruined, and the mountains and rivers are sorrowful?" Nie Cheng then asked.

"The Way of Heaven and Earth." Heaven and earth are unkind to all things as dogs, saints are unkind to the people as dogs, the way of heaven is more than enough to make up for the shortcomings, the way of people is more than enough to give enough, people are between heaven and earth, this is the way of heaven and earth.

"Isn't that too cruel?" Leshan's expression was too cold when he looked at Fengli, whether this was to see through life and death or to understand nature.

"The weak eat the strong, the fittest survive." It's a simple truth, but few people see it clearly. They always hope for such and such a savior, who pulls themselves out of the abyss. That's why they want to practice so hard. Only by getting up from the abyss step by step can you stand and stand firm.

"What if you want to live?" Nie Cheng said with a frown. I used to frown when I saw the blood shed in battle, thinking that the fresh life would disappear like this, always grieving inexplicably, and always lacking a ruthless madness and violence in all my own tactics.

"Strengthen yourself, unite the forces that can be united, use the resources that you can use, and completely destroy the enemy, all enemies." Cutting the grass does not remove the roots, and it is obviously undesirable to give birth to such a spring breeze.

"What if the process is too cruel?" Nie Cheng looked at Feng Li, he has always been a good marshal close to the people, he loves soldiers like children, and the most invisible thing is bloodshed and sacrifice. Such a marshal can unite the people's hearts to the greatest extent, but he will certainly not make decisions that take great risks and sacrifices a lot when fighting, and such battles sometimes inevitably seem timid.

"In order to survive, everything that is unreasonable can be considered reasonable. If you are worried about bloodshed and sacrifice, why not dig a pit and bury yourself, anyway, people will definitely fight with others for things in the world. Cruelty, when the enemy pierces you with his sword, tramples you under your feet, and leaves you full of unfulfilled wishes, crying out for young children, lonely parents, wives and children, that is called cruelty. Feng Li's tone was unwavering, but also sad.

"Besides, cruelty is also a strong belief, the kind of belief that we must go down, for tomorrow, for a better future is so admirable and moving, how can this awe-inspiring persistence be cruel?" The persistence of life has always been the belief of Fengli and the driving force for oneself to go on.

"Why do I think what you're saying makes sense?" Leshan shook his head, how could he think that such a thing that subverted his own concept would make sense? I must have been dizzy.

"What do you think of the battle between the Angolan city of Ruz and the Gatu generation?" The general may have forgotten, or perhaps not cared, that he was talking about the city of Angola Rus, not Mia and Gatu, and Leshan and Fengli obviously did not notice this, and Yiqiē seemed to be taken for granted.

"The wind never ends, and the rain never ends." Heaven and earth cannot last long, but what about people? The war has been fought for too long, the country is tired, the people's hearts are tired, and the heart is tired, who does not forget a peace, when such a wish wants to reach a certain degree of condensation, that is, millions of people only wish, the heart of the heart, irresistible.

"How do you look at personal gains and losses and overall interests?" Nie Cheng's eyes lit up, he knew that he saw hope and grasped the starting point of light.

"Sage Cloud: The dirt of the country is the master of the society; The country is ominous, and it is the king of the world. It's true. ”

"The avenue is wide, and it can be left and right. All things are born without resignation, and success is not famous. Clothed all things and not the Lord. often has no desire, can be named small; All things are returned to the Lord, but they can be called great. It is not self-sufficient in the end, so it can become great. ”

"If it is the world, how can it be said that it is a gain or a loss. The real personal honor and disgrace are really insignificant compared to the gains and losses of the country. Feng Li touched the wolf's head, he remembered that his father said that for the stability of a race, the wolf king can brutally kill the male wolf with the strongest combat effectiveness of the group, and will also expel one of the most potential male wolves from the group, let him wander alone, looking forward to the day when he can come back when he can't do anything, kill himself, and lead the group to continue walking instead of himself. This unspoken cruelty is for the sake of the community being passed down from generation to generation and to thrive. They stood bloody and lonely in front of the wolves, silent.

Nie Cheng and Le Shan listened with their eyes lit up at first, and then slowly fell silent.

"What do you think about war and peace?"

"Contentment is enough. There is a way in the world, but it is dung. There is no way in the world, and Rong Ma was born in the suburbs. There is no greater misfortune than not being satisfied; There is no greater blame than desire. "War is a means of gaining profits, no matter how clever and plausible lies it may be. No one will do anything that is not profitable. If people can be peaceful, cherish what is in front of them, and cherish what they can have, the world will be peaceful.

"What do you think about life and death?" Nie Cheng's eyes were deep, maybe he thought of something, and his eyes were full of sadness.

"Live as much as you can, try your best to survive, and then protect the people around you."

"Is there anything that would make you give up your life?" Nie Cheng stared at Feng Li and asked, this sentence was too important to him, too important to Angola Ruz City.

"What I want, what my heart wants." No one can do it unless they are willing.

"Well, good, good, good." Nie Cheng patted Fengli's shoulder, today's shock was too strong, and he said three in a row. Perhaps, the city of Angola Ruz was saved, Mia was saved.

Leshan looked at Fengli with a kind of admiration, although the face of the person in front of him was immature, but the detached wisdom, the overall vision, the peerless skill, the calm and introverted made the indifference on his body also turn into a kind of calm and peaceful. This is a person who can be trusted, a person who can be trusted. He thought, the marshal asked so much before, he must have thought so, and he also had a plan.

The sky has already darkened, everyone camped to rest, until after the wind left, they could lie down and rest openly, they didn't have to hide behind the tree like before, the detection range of the wind was too wide, the combat effectiveness was too strong, they were at ease.

This night, Nie Cheng didn't sleep, no, he couldn't sleep, he couldn't sleep excitedly. Leshan came behind him, and Nie Cheng patted the position next to him and motioned for him to sit down.

"What is the marshal thinking?" Over the years, the two have long been like brothers, and there is no difference between the conversations.

"You know." Nie Cheng said with a sigh. Heaven and earth are unkind and regard all things as dogs, and saints are unkind and use the people as dogs. The way of heaven is so ruthless, so what can we, our human manpower change?

"Because the wind is gone." Affirmative words, affirmative tones.

"You know, I've always thought that the city of Ruz in Angola will be able to live a peaceful and peaceful life. But I can't do it, I don't have that ability. For generations, we, in the Angolan city of Ruz and Gatu, have shed too much blood and sacrificed too much. I think the marshals of the Angola city of Ruz are like me, giving everyone a peaceful and prosperous era, but even if there is, it is only a matter of one or two decades, and this antagonistic situation has not been fundamentally resolved. ”

"Do you think the wind is gone?" Leshan followed his words.

"I don't know. I know that his point of view is different from that of any of our generation of Marshals of the Angolan city, that point of view of cruelty, that point of view of gain and loss, that point of view of the way of nature, and I know that I see hope. We haven't changed things for generations, so why not try to do it with this new perspective. ”

"Can it be successful?" Leshan was a little worried.

"Yes." Nie Cheng smiled gently, his eyes full of confidence.

"Huh? How can you be so sure? ”

"A person who can comprehend the way of nature from nature, who can see through life and death, war, and life is not stupid? He has the wisdom and the ability to solve this kind of problem. "Nie Cheng has a kind of affirmation that he has a chance to win.