The little boy's brother looked at me with a look of horror in his eyes, and he also saw the flying knife, and the masked man wanted to kill a seven or eight-year-old child, not much different from pinching an ant to death, and the little boy couldn't run away.

"Save my brother." The little boy's brother didn't speak. But that was what he meant to me in his eyes.

I ran to the little boy who was about to fall from the sky, and the aura exploded, stretching in both directions, and the moment I wanted to catch the little boy, I also caught the knife.

The little boy fell from the air, and most of my qi was used to resist the inertia of his fall, and Ben was also relatively close to him, so there was nothing wrong with him falling, and I looked at the older boy, and the boy seemed to be fine, and ran over to help the little boy up and said, "Brother, are you okay?" ”

The little boy rubbed his eyes and cried, "Brother, hoo." Hurt. ”

The little boy pointed to the corner of his skin that had been scratched. There was some mud and sand on it, and the boy lowered his head to help the little boy blow the broken skin.

The little boy said, "Brother, you're bleeding." ”

The little boy pointed to his brother's not-so-broad chest.

"Looks like you didn't catch it." The masked man's voice came coldly from behind me.

I turned to stare at the masked man, his eyes were red like blood, and there were several terrible blood marks in the corners of my eyes, and I suddenly remembered that the woman who had protected me in the face of Yu Xuanliang's army, I still didn't know her name, just because my cultivation did not kill.

But at this time, I had an extreme murderous intent towards the masked people, even though I didn't know any of these children.

Every time I took a step towards the masked man, the dust under my feet spread out like a dragonfly in water.

The masked man smiled with some surprise: "And this hand." What a strong gas! ”

He raised his hand and motioned for the disciples of the Yao family around him to come to me, and a group of people held their own weapons in their hands. Rushing towards me, one of the Yao family disciples who rushed to the front suddenly fell to the ground and died, his two eyes burst into a bloody mist, pus and blood dripping down, and his face was clearly visible cracks.

Then one after another Yao disciples fell to the ground, and the Yao disciples were so frightened that they all retreated backwards as they looked at me in horror.

The masked man snorted, and with two fingers he picked up a long knife and shot it at me, which had already twisted into a pile of broken copper and metal before it reached me.

A group of people saw it. It was even more frightened, and his face changed greatly.

The next moment, all the weapons that fell on the ground floated, and the weapons in the hands of the Yao family disciples also flew out of their palms, including the sand, gravel and dust, and they also floated in the air involuntarily, I still couldn't see the masked man's expression clearly, but I could see him take a step back.

I clenched my fists, and the weapons around the Yao family disciples suddenly stabbed at them, and the masked man raised his hand, and those weapons trembled in the air, about to fall, slowly bending, and all turned into scrap metal.

"I see what else you can do, on!" The masked man gave an order, everyone rushed over, I glared at one of the young men, he suddenly flew upside down, fell to the ground and trembled all over, seven holes bled to death, another Yao family disciple hit my face, I punched up, the bone in his elbow was beaten out by a huge force, screaming and falling to the ground, I stepped on his head, stepped on his head and deformed, and there was no more sound.

There was also a young man with arrogant eyes, his hands were red like a soldering iron, and he slapped my palm on the shoulder, and his shoulder snorted and scorched, and I recognized him as one of the executioners who killed the child, and I roared, and plunged my five fingers into the young man's head, and with a sudden force tore his head open, and he was paralyzed like a dead dog, lying at my feet.

My eyes have been red, the world seems to be covered with blood, I have only one word in my heart, I want to kill all these people, I found that the way of the master I have always adhered to is so vulnerable, the master told me, without a fight and surrender the soldier is the greatest ability, but in this world there are people who regard innocent lives as grass mustard, and human life as dogs.

In the eyes of these people, the great truth is only regarded as the remarks of hypocrites, when you are strong, others worship you as a god, and when you are weak, they will treat you as a dog, trampling and drinking at will, shouldn't such a person be killed?

Some people in this world are born to die, and if everyone were alive, they would not be able to form this wonderful world.

I've been thinking about what my way is, I want to live peacefully, like a normal person, without killing, without anger, but that's not the case in the world, even without me, there will be people who continue to do things like me.

The first time I killed people so frantically, I trampled these people like dogs, and I now realize that I shouldn't have hesitated at all when I killed people on the train to Beijing, and their harm to other people, even if it didn't cause fatal consequences, it might affect people's lives, and when I killed Cheng Jianping, the bully of the academy, I shouldn't have hesitated, whether he killed people or not, his behavior made countless people have a negative view of this society. If a person who has been bullied by him becomes a master one day, he will also trample others under his feet.

And these people will never be killed.

I suddenly understood the truth that in the art of the emperor, it is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let go of one, whether it is right or wrong, history and people's hearts will naturally have a justice, or perhaps there is no need for so-called justice at all.

Countless wars in ancient times, the establishment and destruction of countless nations, still cannot stop the rise of saints and the decline of wicked people.

During the years when I was cultivating with my master, I was always calm and did nothing, and when my days of suffering were over, I thought that the world would be peaceful. I thought that maybe one day in the future, I could become a great Taoist priest who subdued demons and eliminated demons, just like the master, everyone in the world admired and called a fairy. He was never willing to kill when facing ordinary people, and he saw that every grass and tree loved like a child, and taught me the true meaning of enlightenment.

And during the time when I practiced Buddhism with the snow ape, I was also calm, even at that time, I didn't know if my grandfather and sister were in danger, I didn't know where Xiao Wu went, I didn't know whether Xiao Xue was alive or dead, but I was very happy with the snow ape every day, I deeply felt what Chen Shisan said, he saw a beautiful world, saw the growth and decay of all things, saw the formation and melting of flying snow, and saw people's hearts.

He saw how his own life should be lived, and how others were living their lives.

But only when I am with my grandfather, I will have a sense of oppression, from a very young age, grandpa took me to see all kinds of dead people, let me see the death of people, mother and father have always blamed grandpa for why I treat me so badly, and grandpa has been silent, he seems to know that in the future I will face such a situation, he kills the damned, and he kills the undeserved.

Grandpa kills, he has never needed to hesitate, he is the inheritor of the Yin and Yang Order, the descendant of the saint Wang Yangming, and the saint who cares about the world and doesn't know how many people he killed and how many people he saved.

Whether it's the master, the snow ape, the grandfather, or the people of the ages, they are not wrong, because they uphold their own way, and I have not formed my own way, so I will hesitate to do anything.

The good people in the world cannot be saved, and the wicked cannot be killed. Low music regurgitates blood.

All I can do is what I need to do right now.

I slaughtered all the disciples of the Yao family, and I seemed to be tireless, killing them in the most cruel way.

But the two masked men remained indifferent, and didn't seem to care about the death of the Yao family's disciple at all.

When the last disciple of the Yao family first knelt in front of the masked man and begged him to kill me, and then knelt in front of my door and begged me not to kill him with tears in his eyes, saying that he was old and young, and that he would only do something as a last resort because he was born in the Yao family.

He knelt in front of me, dragged him on his knees, tried to hold my condyles, begged me to spare his life in the most humble way of begging for mercy, and I poked him in the eye.

He shouted frantically, took out a pre-hidden knife from his cuff and waved it indiscriminately, cursing me and cursing the fourth master of the Yao family, and finally I broke his neck and became one of the corpses on the ground, he was just someone else's pawn after all.

I saw the masked man standing behind look at the dead people all over the ground, and his eyes showed joy at the sight of his prey, just as he looked at the corpses of children in abandoned factories.

And now I'm facing only the two of them.