Chapter 668: A Distant Past Life

Madara has experienced so much, and he hates war because he has been hurt by the war, and he has lived for so long, and he has basically traveled all over the continent, and he has never seen any kind of people, so he has seen it very thoroughly.

For Madara's words, Pan Guchen also recognizes, isn't he one of them, he did nothing in his previous life, and he wants to bloom his own brilliance, but unfortunately, there is no such opportunity at all.

With rebirth, opportunities come to you, or you are forced to step onto the big stage, and if you don't show it, you die, whether you want it or not.

At the same time, the qiē obtained at the same time needs to be guarded with heart and with absolute strength, which has to continue to move forward.

Bloody blood will come and go, the imagination of the past and the present, in the face of reality, keep changing, longing and entanglement are born because of this, and the price of blooming oneself is really not small.

"Happiness is always based on the suffering of others, and it may not be related, but the cycle of heaven is inextricably linked and closely related."

Pan Guchen's eyes were full of light, as if he could see through the void and gain insight into the past, present, and future.

Konoha has a superior environment, is located in the center of the mainland, is rich in products, and life is naturally good, and I feel very happy.

However, in other places, the sand ninja is in a desert environment, with poor products and a harsh living environment, even the ninjas live very hard, let alone those ordinary people.

Starting a war and snatching a bigger and better living space is not only the wish of the Daimyo of Sand Ninja Village and the Land of Wind, but also the desire of ordinary people up and down the Land of Wind.

For example, the environment of the fog ninja is also not good, it is very restricted in all aspects, and the water is too heavy to be suitable for human survival. Many people even have abnormal body shape changes. It's like never cutting again. Ghost sharks, etc., they also want a good living environment.

As for other villages, it may be stricter, maybe there is not much of a problem, but there are various demands.

What's wrong with plundering other resources that aren't your own in the form of war, so that your own people can live better?

Pan Guchen remembered some of the history of his previous life, when the country that launched the Great Voyage used almost the entire world as nourishment. Nourish themselves, and ask whether their people were happy or not at that time, whether they agreed or not?

Eventually, their bloodline occupied a huge continent, rested on it, and continued to plunder, creating a hegemonic state with a short history but a strong power.

The origin of any world is the law of the jungle, and it is itself a self-strengthening, both material and spiritual.

Looking at the infinite scenery of the Han and Tang dynasties, the backbone of future generations is like steel. The spirit is like fire, swallowing mountains and rivers up and down.

Since then, the steely spine has begun to rust. In the end, it is like tofu dregs, and it is completely broken, and I don't know what year and month it will be able to recover, how sad!

In Pan Guchen's heart, the broken backbone of his previous life, under the so-called idea of yearning for peace, will never be able to stand again.

There is only one way to reshape a broken backbone, and that is through the tempering of iron and blood.

When standing at the top, when all the so-called powerful shaves are trampled underfoot, the broken spine must be reshaped, because there is nothing worth bending down towards, because we stand at the highest peak.

Peace is like a rag, no matter how you wipe it, the rusty and broken backbone is only bright on the outside, but in fact it is still tofu dregs, which will break when touched.

War is like a furnace fire and a hammer, even if the rust slag is hidden deeply, it will be eliminated after a thousand hammers, and the remaining stars have little impact, and the indestructible backbone is truly restored.

Perhaps the process of recovery is accompanied by such and such troubles and pains, but as a person of intelligent life, isn't the symbol of life the spirit! The spine of tofu dregs, like a grinding disc, grinds people into powder little by little.

A broken spine is like a disease, how can there be treatment that does not hurt, does not take medicine, the medicine is very bitter but must be eaten, and the body is very painful but must be treated.

It's a pity that until now it is still in the stage of giving up treatment, and it is already half paralyzed, or rubbing it with a rag, all kinds of reasons emerge in endlessly, just ask the world There is no absolute, where do you come from absolutely?

Life is selfish, personal selfishness is enriching oneself, and a race being selfish to the outside is enriching a race, and such selfishness is a hero.

For the sake of a little fame that sounds good, let their own people starve and give generously to the outside world, this is the rhythm of death, because 'the hearts of those who are not of my race will be different' will not change forever, and they will only laugh and laugh 'Idiot!' ’

Shouting for peace and kindness to the outside world, but in fact they can't really do it, when their own people are in ruins, civil strife is destined to happen, and those fattened wolves will pounce on them with red eyes and bite together.

Thousands of years of history have been reincarnating this truth, but sadly, only the brief and glorious distant past has not been seen.

To this day, they are still wandering in the sad cycle of history, and even today they seem so powerless that people after despair will only give up the last blood in their hearts.

Once upon a time, a braid completely broke the backbone of a nation, so that the rusty appearance no longer existed, and it took more than 200 years to crush it, leaving behind a pile of ashes.

Today, reincarnation again, the backbone that has not yet recovered is still being crushed, and I don't know where the end is?

Pan Guchen sighed deeply, the sigh of the previous life, the present life sounded again, the heaviness is still the same, but he has begun to influence, the future is unknown, and he works hard to commemorate the confusion of the past and present life.

"It's really interesting, it seems to be young but it seems to have gone through vicissitudes and contradictions!" Ban Liudaohuan looked at Pan Guchen with interest, "You are very confused, it is better to create zào with me, I don't know what the result is, but I always have to try, maybe I don't know if I succeed." ”

When Pan Guchen heard Madara's words, a feminine and sickly figure suddenly flashed in his mind, licking his face with his long tongue, and he couldn't help but feel trembling, "Your sister, it's really like!" ’

The light of his eyes was endless, more solid and powerful than just now, and the decadence and confusion brought by memories were like winter snow meeting spring breeze, melting without leaving the slightest trace.

"What you said is very right, and it is also very demagogic," Pan Guchen admitted that what Madara said was very right, and the result was only known when he did it, and whether it was good or not is not to be evaluated now, "But it's a pity, that's just my confusion, and today, I have long had a goal to strive for, and all obstacles must be cleared up, and I will not show mercy." ”

The divine light cut through time and space, and he took a deep look at Madara Liudao, "You're one step late!" ”

Of course, the reality is that Madara will never have a chance, and Panguchen's change comes from rebirth.

"That's a pity, if there is a person like you working together, maybe the dream world will appear sooner," Madara said in a flat tone, but the taste of regret was real. (To be continued......)