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"Kill him, you have to kill him today!" Sang Qinghong shouted.

I have already dropped the sharp knife, and Shenxiu is not a death row prisoner who is willing to be killed, and the strength of the two is compared, even if I want to kill him, I may not be able to succeed.

In this case, I simply took three steps back, away from Shenxiu, and spread my palms: "I can't kill him, you should be able to see it." ”

Shenxiu was a little confused at first, but soon found clues from my conversation with Sang Qinghong.

"Don't listen to her, come with me, I promise you will enjoy endless glory and wealth. Shenxiu looked at me eagerly.

Back then, when the Japanese devils wooed traitors, they made such promises, but even the oldest traitors did not receive the favor of the Japanese for more than eight years. Therefore, the words "endless enjoyment" are inherently unscientific and can only be used to deceive fools.

"Let's go. I pointed in the direction of the temple gate.

There were still tight walls, and there was not the slightest trace of the temple gate, but I believe it was just the illusion of the gray-robed man. As long as the illusion is broken, the temple gate will automatically appear.

"Let's go?" Shenxiu was a little unwilling.

"Let's go, if you don't go, I don't know if I should keep you from dying!"

Because Sang Qinghong used disgraceful means to lure me into the game and asked me to be a stand-in for the killing, I deliberately did the opposite, clearly saying that I would let go of the target character Shenxiu, the main purpose was to lure Sang Qinghong out.

"Okay, thank you! I'll go, I'll bring someone back soon. Thank you for saving your life!" Shenxiu bowed deeply to me, then turned and walked towards the place where the temple door had disappeared.

"Do you really want to let him go?" Sang Qinghong was still hiding in the shadows, refusing to appear.

"That's right. I replied calmly.

"He is the enemy of the country and the nation -- every Chinese longs for the opportunity to have a strong enemy, and now this opportunity is in your hands, but you let him go in vain? You know, if this kind of news spreads to the rivers and lakes, the Xia family will never be able to raise their heads in front of the countrymen!" Sang Qinghong suppressed her anger and gradually calmed down.

Once upon a time, a psychologist said that growing up happens overnight, overnight, or even instantaneously.

When I rushed in from under the curtain, I was still a young man with boiling blood, not allowing my ancestors to be hurt and humiliated, and I hated to draw my sword to kill the enemy and solve the problems of my ancestors. Now, my heart has changed, from being as hot as fire to being as calm as water.

"You can't have the heart to hurt others, and you can't have the heart to guard against others" -- I silently admonished myself again.

"By doing so, you will bring shame on the ancestors of the Xia clan. Sang Qinghong sneered.

Her voice does not come from the beam constantly, but fluctuates, moving back and forth in the east and west of the temple.

"You're using me, aren't you?" I sneered at her.

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Sang Qinghong seemed to be about to attack again.

"You've set up a very clever game, I don't even know when you started to get in. Senior, if you have affection for the Xia family, do things frankly, don't deliberately set some traps to calculate me. It is not easy for modern people to make a living, and it is difficult to live, and they can't stand your toss so much. "I want to end this and get out of Sang Qinghong's layout.

According to the theoretical analysis of Qimen Secret Technique, people themselves have yang energy, and the more vigorous the yang energy, the stronger the vitality. The yin and yang formation is the place where the yin qi gathers, and if a person is trapped in the formation for a long time, the yang and yin qi cancel each other out, and the person's body and spirit will be greatly damaged.

More importantly, I don't know what Sang Qinghong brought me in. If I inadvertently do something that is sorry for the country and the nation, it is a big mistake.

"Do you really want to know?" asked Sang Qinghong.

I nodded, but it triggered a series of sneers from her: "Hehehehe, this matter is too advanced and complicated to explain. I wanted to keep things simple, but because of your lack of cooperation, it became more and more tangled. If you want to listen, kill him first, and then we'll sit down and talk slowly. How?"

At the end of the day, she still tried her best to induce me to kill people, and she didn't really treat me.

"Okay, I'm leaving, your game is too esoteric for me to play. I stepped back slowly, concentrating so that she wouldn't do another trick.

When I stepped back, it was the opposite direction to the Japanese devil Kamhide. If Sang Qinghong doesn't show up to stop her, Shenxiu and I will leave this big temple safely, and her plan will be completely defeated.

The whirlwind that rolled up in the mound of dirt reappeared, and the whirlwind swept straight behind Shenxiu, like a gray and vigorous dragon.

I noticed that Shenxiu's arms were not hanging down at his sides, but were crossed over, with his left hand reaching under his right armpit and his right hand reaching under his left armpit.

Obviously, this posture means that he has a short gun hidden under his ribs, and he can pull out a gun to kill at any time.

When the gray dragon reached Shenxiu's back, before he could open his mouth and roar, Shenxiu had already turned upside down, head and foot, lightly crossed the gray dragon, and landed on the gray dragon's back.

The gray dragon quickly changed formations, and its body became longer and longer, winding around Shenxiu's body layer upon layer.

The clear height of the big temple was about seven meters, and Shenxiu was raised twice under the attack of the gray dragon, and his body crossed the beam, reaching the roof.

The gray dragon chased after him, and between leaps, he circled the beam three times, and he was about to pounce on Shenxiu's back.

As I expected, Shenxiu really had a gun hidden under his ribs, and just as his body was at the highest, he condescended and drew his gun and fired angrily.

The muzzles of those two guns were equipped with mufflers, so even in a confined space, the sound of the guns was not alarming.

It was the gray-robed man who stirred the gray dragon, I didn't kill Shenxiu, and Sang Qinghong didn't kill either, in the end, he could only do it himself.

Shenxiu moved quickly, ran out of bullets from the gun without stopping, and continued to pounce forward, drilling through the densest part of the purlin on the top of the girder.

He forgot the existence of Sang Qinghong, which was the most important thing.

The cyan knife flashed, and then blood sprinkled like rain in mid-air, and Shenxiu's body was slashed by the waist, broken in two, and fell down with a bang.

I thought: "Sang Qinghong is named after 'Qinghong', isn't it exactly the meaning of 'white knives go in and red knives come out'?"

The dust fell, and the gray dragon disappeared automatically.

The gray-robed man straddled the girder, his chest heaving and his expression tired.

"It's good that it's over. He said.

I bowed upwards and didn't speak, but my heart was full of admiration for him.

"This is not the best ending—" Sang Qinghong retorted sharply.

"There is no good ending or bad ending in the world, just like life does not care about longevity or premature life, everything is fate. How can it be so easy to change what is meant to be?" he said with a slight slump.

Sang Qinghong's retort was even higher: "Destiny? As a descendant faction in physiognomy, isn't what we have pursued all our lives is to 'change our lives against the sky'? In this world, if we can't fight against fate, who else in the five thaumaturgical sects 'Mountain, Medicine, Life, Physiognomy, and Bu' can do it?"

I looked up, and I only felt that the gray-robed man's expression was tragic and helpless.

"'Changing one's life against the sky' is the supreme realm of thaumaturgy, first of all, you have to see through your fate, and secondly, you can work hard to resolve the trouble, turn the wheel of life, and reluctantly let yourself escape from the gap of the trouble. However, I have always thought that even if he is a top master in the field of physiognomy, even if he is already proficient in the art of changing his life, even if he has successfully changed his life for himself and others, how do you know that his actions themselves are part of his fate?

This tone of speech has proven the intimacy between the two.

Su Dongpo did write those two lines of poetry, the philosophical meaning of which is "the authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear".

The phrase "changing one's life is also part of one's destiny" gave me another epiphany, like an initiation.

Grandpa said that in order for me to spend my life safely in the future, he changed my life for me.

He didn't say whether the process of changing his life was "from smart to confused" or "from confused to smart", but I can think that it must be the former.

His intention must have been to turn me into an ordinary person, not to get involved in the battles of the rivers and lakes, and not to enter the circle of physiognomy and thaumaturgy.

In that way, life will become as calm as water, and you will live without a dispute for a hundred years.

Ordinary life is also a kind of happiness, throughout history, many ordinary people have been able to save their lives in troubled times, and those so-called superheroes have died on the bright road to success. How beautiful the life of heroes is, how ups and downs their fate is, and if they are not careful, they will fall from the peak of wonder to the abyss of failure.

Grandpa worked hard for me, but did I like the life he planned for me? The answer is no.

As long as it is a man, he wants to be a hero of the world.

As I often use to motivate myself - "Heroes change the world, ordinary people are changed by the world." ”

Whenever possible, I must embark on the path of heroism and stay away from ordinary life.

"If you think like this, people don't need to change their lives, what is the need for people in our faction to live? If everyone on the earth is content with the destiny of heaven and goes to live a mechanical life of obedience and obedience, facing the loess and turning their backs to the sky, then what is the need for the birth of the five thaumaturgical disciplines of 'mountain, medicine, life, physiognomy, and divination'?" Sang Qinghong was not convinced.

"Forget it, he can't be my stand-in, stop it. The gray-robed man said.

"No, I won't stop, I'm going to do one thing for you with all my life, just this one thing!" Sang Qinghong's tone became excited.

"Why are you going against the sky?" asked the gray-robed man.

"For your sake, even if it's against the sky, I'm going to give it a try. Sang Qinghong replied categorically.

The gray-robed man sighed, stopped arguing, and was silent.

I looked up, and the light in the temple gradually dimmed, and the figure of the gray-robed man silently blended into the darkness.

"Hey, are you all still there?" I asked aloud.

No one answered me, Sang Qinghong didn't move, and only the corpses of me and Shenxiu were left in this empty big temple.

The blood splashed when this Japanese devil was killed polluted a large area of the ground, and the blood stains were scattered everywhere, which was shocking.

I understand that this is the cruelty of war, either I kill you or you kill me, and both sides will do their best to survive when they meet on a narrow road.

In this sense, all soldiers, civilians, generals, and marshals were tied to the blazing chariot by the rulers, and although they were clamoring for the country and the nation, they were actually fighting for what they were fighting for.

It suddenly occurred to me that the people who went to war were so pathetic, because they were nothing more than victims of national politics.

The sound of hitting the wall disappeared, and as soon as Shenxiu died, the men and horses he led would not end well.

With the killing methods of the gray-robed man and Sang Qinghong, it is not difficult to break into the enemy's formation, and it is not difficult to kill hundreds of people or thousands of people.

"They are fighting for their country, but what about me? Who am I fighting for here?" I asked myself, blankly.

Just now, I also fought for the ancestors of the Xia family, invaded the battle situation, and resisted strong enemies. In the end, it turned out that everything was just Sang Qinghong's game.

"Bitter meat plan?Zhou Yu beats Huang Gai, one is willing to fight, and the other is willing to suffer?" I remembered the original conversation between the gray-robed man and Shenxiu.

This time, what he put down was the array of "bitter meat schemes, straw boats borrowing arrows, and burning red cliffs", all of which were Zhuge Kongming's life's proudest works.

"Bitter Meat Tricks?" I smiled wryly, realizing that I was already in someone else's wit.

In this wisdom, I am no one else, I am the Huang Gai who was tortured and surrendered, that is, the beaten person in the strategy.

If I hadn't woken up and let go of Shenxiu in time, the black cauldron of "being tortured and surrendered" would have been decided.

By extension, Sang Qinghong wanted me to be a "stand-in for killing".

The word "stand-in" has a more profound and strange meaning in the thaumaturgical world of "mountain, medicine, life, physiognomy, and divination". It is widely used by impermanent people like the official lady, and the rituals and activities of demigods, ghosts, and witches such as "sending stand-ins, changing stand-ins, and burning stand-ins" are quite complicated, and cannot be explained clearly in a few words.

As soon as I figured this out, a layer of white hair and cold sweat immediately broke out all over my body.

Ordinary "stand-ins" are small paper figures that are thrown into the flames at the end of the ritual and sent into another world through the process of "incineration".

If I become a "stand-in" for someone designated by Sang Qinghong, what will be the result? I'm afraid it will be more tragic than the paper villain.

So, what's next for me?

"Let's go back. Remotely, Sang Qinghong's voice came, "Everyone is tired and doesn't want to bump the boat of fate anymore." ”

There was a deep weariness in her voice, and it convinced me that she had been persuaded by the gray-robed man to give up his fooling of me completely.

I bowed to where the voice came from, then turned to walk towards the club.

When I approached the door leading to the private residence of the lady, my steps became bigger and bigger, and at the same time, I also had the hope in my heart that as long as I crossed the threshold, I would get rid of all kinds of illusions in the temple and return to the normal world.

The old curtain hung silently, and I didn't have time to reach out to pick it open, and slammed straight forward, across the threshold.

If it was "normal", I would see the aunt of the official, the blood-vomiting charm left by the aunt, and the other "me" standing in the middle of the talisman. Unfortunately, it was just wishful thinking on my part, and when I came back to this house, everything changed again.

There are tables, chairs, lamps, bookshelves, weapon racks, maps, gossip mirrors, sand tables, etc., all of which are extremely unfamiliar, and none of them are the same as the private house of the official lady. In other words, I entered another room, just like entering the temple from the private house of the official lady, separated by a threshold, but two completely different worlds.

The table is an old wooden table of eight immortals, the lamp is a bronze cotton-core chandelier, the map is a yellowed geographical map of the Yellow River in Jiuqu, and the one standing in front of the table holding his arms and muttering silently is the gray-robed man who has seen it once.

The map is spread out on the table, but the gossip mirror is hanging from the beam, opposite the map.

The most dazzling thing in the room was a ghost-headed broadsword lying horizontally on the weapon shelf on the right side of the table, three and a half feet long and half a foot wide, and a red silk scarf that had been dyed black by time and blood was tied to the tail of the knife.

The ghost head knife is used exclusively for executioners when they are executed, and in the era of cold weapons, it has always been a representative of "fierceness", except for the person with the "ghost head print" in the eight characters of his birthday, absolutely no one can control it. The knife is here, and the gray-robed man is also here, which can prove that he is the owner of the knife.

I stepped in, and it was impossible to retreat, so I could only stand there.

The gray-robed man stretched out his right index finger and slowly swept across the map.

"This is the Yellow River, the mother river of the Chinese nation. He said.

His voice was very gentle, sounding relaxed, completely different from Sang Qinghong.

"Did you know that the most painful foreign crossing in history occurred in the Northern Song Dynasty?" he asked.

Of course, I know that during the Northern Song Dynasty, the Jin people invaded the south, broke through the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, and captured the old and new emperors, which caused the "Jingkang Shame" that shocked the world, and also caused the decadent and mediocre Zhao clan of the Northern Song Dynasty to perish in an instant. At that time, the emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty, who had no military knowledge, thought that the Yellow River could withstand the war horses of the nomads, thought that he had natural dangers, and had fun in the harem, chanted poems, and created the "thin gold body" calligraphy that is still popular today. Everything was destroyed in an instant with the destruction of the city, and he changed from a high-ranking human king to a prisoner of the northern kingdom in a blink of an eye.

According to historical records, the shame of Jingkang, also known as the Jingkang Rebellion, the difficulty of Jingkang, and the disaster of Jingkang, occurred during the reign of Jingkang, the emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty, so it was named, and the exact date was the first year. In April of the second year of Jingkang, the Jin army broke through the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, Tokyo, and after wantonly burning and looting, more than 3,000 people who captured Song Huizong, Song Qinzong's father and son, as well as a large number of Zhao royal families, harem concubines, Guiqing, courtiers, etc., returned to the Jin Kingdom.

The shame of Jingkang announced the demise of the Northern Song Dynasty and became the most painful shame for the Han people at that time. Later, Yue Feiyue Wumu, a famous general of the Southern Song Dynasty, wrote the famous sentence "Jing Kang is ashamed, it is still snowing, the courtiers hate, when will it be destroyed" in the word "Man Jianghong".

Looking back on modern history, isn't the "Nanjing Massacre" another "shame of Jingkang" for the Chinese people?

"Come here?" the gray-robed man beckoned to me in the horse's light.

I didn't hesitate and strode forward. Because he is not Sang Qinghong, he will not harm me.

"The Yellow River is the mother river, as long as it is a bloody countryman, who wants to watch this mother river that has bred the Chinese nation be defiled? What about you, are you willing?" he asked softly, looking at my face.

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