The place Di Jiu pointed to was a barren hill between the barren grass under the moon, half a piece of a sword stabbed Fu Hanqing, drove the horse away at night, and also stopped in front of this barren hill. Now he deliberately led Di Yi here.

Too late at night, too long years, no matter how hard Di Yi used his eyesight, he couldn't see the words on the tablet clearly.

Di Jiu looked at Di Yi's suspicious expression and smiled slightly: "You don't have to guess, there is not a big man buried here, just an ordinary farmer, his name is Wang Da Niu." ”

In Di Yi's stunned gaze, Di Jiu walked to the grave, stretched out his hand and gently patted the remnant of the monument: "He is honest, loyal, duty, has a lot of strength, has a few acres of land at home, married a wife who is not beautiful, but very caring, and gave birth to a son who is said to be a tiger's head." He was not rich, but he was self-sufficient, and he felt that he could live happily ever after, waiting for his son to grow up, marry a daughter-in-law, and have grandchildren......"

A person like Di Jiu would actually use such a peaceful tone to say such a long list of seemingly ordinary, but in fact extremely strange words, Di Yi felt inexplicably his heart tight and his scalp numb.

"Until one day, his son suddenly disappeared......"

Di Yi was slightly shocked, as if he had realized.

Then his wife was blind crying for her son, and he sold his house and land, and took his blind wife everywhere in search of his missing son. Year after year, his son could not be found. His wife went crazy on a night like this. Screaming for his son, he jumped into the lake and never got up again. Wang Daniu carried his wife's ashes and went on the road, but later, he was old, poor, sick, and had no strength. Then, he had to beg for food, and then, on a very cold morning, he died in the street market of the city. It is said that there was a local kind-hearted person who looked down on him. donated some money to bury him in loess after his death, and engraved his name on a monument. ”

told the life and death suffering of an ordinary person so indifferently, Di Jiu's tone was neither sad nor joyful.

However, Di Yi himself inexplicably felt a bone-chilling cold and heart-wrenching pain. He could only look at Di Jiu in a daze, speechless, speechless, and suddenly realized that it was difficult for him to accuse him of anything.

Di Jiu burst out laughing, and his posture of looking up to the sky and smiling was extremely arrogant: "Ha." Di Yi, your expression is so funny. Did I tell you this is my parents' story? It's just a deserted grave. These are all just temporary words I made up, and you are so easy to deceive. ”

Di Yi just looked at him. No matter how long he laughs and speaks, he doesn't refute half a sentence or answer a word.

The disgust and resentment in the eyes of others turned into pity, which made Di Jiu feel unbearable: "Okay, this story really has nothing to do with me. ”

Di Yi shouted softly: "Di Jiu......"

There was a rare mildness in this tone, which made Di Jiu frown and shiver, and looked back at Di San fiercely.

Di San smiled and said, "This is the true story. But the person in that story has nothing to do with me or him. The missing child's name is Wang Fugui. Among us, twenty-three. ”

Di Yi's eyes moved slightly. Twenty-three? The child who learned martial arts the fastest, but couldn't learn the way to survive viciously, and refused to forget his name until he died. The one who knew Di San and was killed by Di San, but finally allowed Di San to retain a trace of flesh and blood in the shadow guard...... A sucker.

Staring at Di San's still lazy smile, suddenly, Di Yi understood a lot.

"How did you find this?"

"Remember fifteen and nineteen?" Di San replied. "As for our origins, none of us who have lost our memories of the past are still a little curious. The two said that they wanted to live a quiet life, and followed Mo Li to manage the documents, although the information about the shadow guard was kept secret to them, but for so many years, as long as they had the heart, they could always find an opportunity to check it. And after being informed, it is natural to share some with people who have had the same experience and share them with each other. Di Jiu explained lightly.

"They didn't reveal much to me, and maybe they only had a lot to find out on their own. After I knew Wang Fugui's origin, I arranged for someone to check on his parents and relatives, and after finding out the results, I immediately sent someone to find Di San. ”

"He talked to me for a long time, and then, I agreed to help him." If there is a big matter of life and death, Di San said it lightly, and there was still a smile in his eyes, although the smile was extremely cold: "Seven hundred years, he is the first shadow guard to stand up and face the Shura Sect head-on. No matter what kind of selfishness he has, what kind of conspiracy he has, I only know that if it weren't for him, maybe I wouldn't dare to think about revenge for the rest of my life, maybe I ......"

The smile on Di San's face couldn't be maintained any longer, he gritted his teeth, and said: "Yes, I'm an outcast, I don't have parents and relatives to read, but shouldn't I go to the Shura Sect to repay the debt they owe me, even if it's not for me, just for the person who lived with me for several years, but was killed by me, what should I do?" ”

He looked at Di Yi and smiled again, the smile was bleak: "Di Yi, I know that you are an orphan, you have no pain of losing your relatives, you are not like Twenty-three has a name that you will never forget until death." However, if you really don't hold a grudge, you can be grateful to the Shura Sect for picking you up from the street and turning you from a human into a beast! ”

Di Yi was silent, the stormy waves were all in his heart, those bloody and dark, terrifying and cruel pasts, roaring, all in front of him.

Does it hurt? Hate? Is it bitter?

These quiet and happy days almost made him think that he had forgotten everything. But it turned out that it was not to forget, but not to think about it.

I thought too much, but I was afraid that I would sink into the dark sea of blood, and I would struggle for the rest of my life.

However, at this moment, the past was vivid, but he had to use all his strength to not tremble and lose his temper.

"Yes, now that the Shura Sect is in sheep's clothing, it is time to learn to be a good person. The shadow guard system has been abolished. Most of the people who brought us to the altar back then, those who decided our fate, are also dead. Those so-called leaders who trained us and tortured us were also killed by us one by one according to the rules after we grew up and became stronger, taking advantage of the opportunity to train again and again...... can

Do you think that because they are dead, now that we should accept our fate, we should do nothing? Di San gritted his teeth and sneered: "I don't know what Di Jiu wants to do, I only know what I want to do, Di Yi ......" He looked at him almost a little hideously, "Do you know, what do you want to do?" ”

Di Yi didn't speak, only looked down at his hands.

What does he want to do, what can he do? What does it take to be worthy of your heart! He was stunned for a long time before he looked up and asked Di Jiu, "Can you find out your own origin?" ”

"Nope." Di Jiu said calmly: "I am the Heavenly King, and I was the successor of the next sect leader at the beginning. My information is the highest secret in the sect, and Mo Li will not give anyone a chance to contact it. I can't remember anything about my childhood. Maybe I'm an orphan like you, an abandoned like him, or maybe I'm a kidnapped child with a father and a mother, or ...... Hehe, is there a difference. If nothing else, even if I used to have a family, now my family has already been killed by the Divine Cult when it was cut off. He looked at Di Yi proudly and said coldly: "But you don't have to sympathize with me, and you don't have to imagine for me how pitiful my past may be. I did all this for myself, and I had nothing to do with my parents. Even if it's revenge, I'm only for my own heart. ”

He stretched out his hand and patted the tombstone again: "Even if this grave is not Wang Da Niu, but my father, so what?" Family? Father-son love? What is that? Do you understand? I don't understand! Even if there are relatives who have suffered for me. So what? I couldn't find any feelings. Even if my parents are in great trouble now, waiting for me to come home, I can't imagine myself living that life under Chenghuan's knees. I'm going to deal with Shuraism because it tortured me, because it didn't give me a chance to choose my fate! Although, perhaps, my original destiny has now disdained me, it has not given me a choice! I'm going to deal with the Shura religion. And only because it's in front of me, and if I don't get rid of it, it will get rid of me. ”

He laughed loudly: "Di San and I just want to do what we choose, worthy of our own hearts, what about you." In this life, have you ever been happy and made a choice worthy of yourself? ”

Di Yi was silent, but suddenly reached out and stroked the scars on his face.

Back then, how resolute and cruel he was when he was disfigured, for the sake of it, he hated this face very much.

However, the greatest determination he could have at that time. It's just hating a face that someone else gives him.

In the night wind, his voice was almost erratic: "Why do you say these merciless words? If. You tell me about a miserable life, and maybe I really can't blame you anymore. Perhaps, I will really be on your side. ”

"It's not that I don't know this truth, and it's not that I don't know how to pretend to be pitiful, it's just that suddenly I don't want to say this kind of lie." Di Jiu looked at the moon with his hands in his hands, and sighed softly, showing that his heart was not depressed.

"You just can't stand his sympathetic eyes, and suddenly you don't bother to say that you are begging for mercy." Di San shook his head with a smile: "That's it." also dare to pretend to be a hero. ”

Di Yi smiled inexplicably and asked again, "What about the others?" How do they choose? ”

Di Jiu laughed: "Except for the three of us." Who else has the courage, the strength, and the will to completely break free from the shadow of Shuraism? Those of us who were able to survive back then had no conscience and abandoned our feelings. Even now, after understanding the past, not everyone has enough bloody qi to stand up. It's not that they don't hate Shura, it's just that they don't know how they can live when they come out of there. All they can do is sway from side to side, willing to take the initiative to quietly communicate with me, but unwilling to openly oppose the Shura Sect. In this way, no matter who wins or loses, it will not hurt them. ”

"In this way, your strength is still very weak." Di Yi said indifferently.

"Nature." admits the reality, but does not damage the arrogance between Di Jiu Meiyu: "Otherwise, why would I have the patience to talk so much nonsense with you." ”

Di Yi looked up at the bright moon in the distance, and slowly exhaled a breath, his expression seemed to be relieved, but also sad: "I don't hate the Shura Sect. It's just that I have wives and friends, and now, in my heart, these seem to be much more important than those hates. I'm not going to ruin all that I have for the sake of hatred. ”

He stared at Di Jiu: "Ah Han asked me to persuade you and remind you, now, I don't think I have to waste such words." If you want to do something, no one can stop you. We share the same past, whether you are for ambition or revenge, I will never divulge what you say to me tonight to the Shura kings. In the future, as long as you don't hurt Han, I won't be your enemy. However, Han is my friend, he has been betrayed by you, and he has been seriously injured, and he cannot stand me betraying him again. No matter how many reasons you say, how many interests you talk about, no matter whether I have bitterness or deep hatred, if I stand with you this time, I will be responsible for him, and I can't do this kind of thing, and I can't do it. ”

He glanced at Di Jiu deeply, then looked at Di San, and suddenly sighed heavily: "Say goodbye tonight, I don't know if you still have the life to meet me again, so do it yourself." ”

After the last sentence was answered, he turned around, and without further hesitation, he resolutely left.

It's just that the steps of departure are so slow and heavy. Tonight's choice is more heavy and difficult for him than a battle of life and death.