"Who?" Squinting his eyes, his eyes were full of inquiry, and he asked in a loud voice.

"In Xia Zuo Tingzhi, I had a relationship with the Hundred Miles Sword Saint one hundred and twenty years ago."

I don't remember this person, but I can guess what he came from without asking too much.

I didn't want to mention these things in front of Jing Che, so I got up and instructed: "Master will talk to you in detail when I go back, and you can sleep again." ”

When he withdrew his right hand, he found that a thin layer of wet sweat was sticking. Involuntarily looking back at Jing Che, she simply turned sideways towards the stone wall and ignored him.

Knowing too many people lives too tired. He said this to the little apprentice silently in his heart. Then he held his five fingers weakly, twisted an inch of sleeve robe into the palm of his hand, and the sweat stains were dry, and then he walked out of the door.

The person outside the stone gate stood tall under the ever-bright lamp, an elegant face was handsome and thin, with a righteous spirit that was not angry and self-righteous, and the eyebrows and eyes were deep and quiet, less angry and impulsive than the seven shadows, and more calm and thoughtful.

"It's you." Baili Fengma remembered it, and he didn't make any surprises, but just brushed it off.

He has always been too lazy to remember people's names, and only recognizes people's faces. What's more, ordinary people will report their homes when they see him, so there is no need for everyone to take care of it.

He didn't know much about the affairs of the south, but this Zuo Tingzhi really left a deep impression on him.

When Zhen Yi was still fighting, after three years of kung fu, Zuo Tingzhi went from a poor scholar to the position of the governor of the three southern cities, which has to be said to be a miracle in the officialdom. When Baili Kazuma took over the post of general in the imperial capital that year, he secretly sighed, but he didn't expect that such a Confucian scholar was actually the legendary commander of the three cities who was resolute and strong-handed.

"I didn't expect the Sword Saint to remember it," he bowed without humility or arrogance, and sighed, "The first time I saw the Sword Saint a hundred years ago was a general worship ceremony, and I just thought that I hated to be able to go into battle with the Sword Saint to kill the enemy with the heroic body of a man, but I was just a scholar who had no power to restrain the chicken, so I could only sit behind the formation and dance and make ink." ”

Hearing what he meant in his words, Baili Kazama just blocked his words back unhurriedly: "Now that you are standing on the front line, I don't regret it." ”

Zuo Tingzhi is such a smart person, even if he knows that there is no need to knock on the side in the face of a hundred miles of wind, he opened the skylight and said brightly: "Now it is a pity that I can't fight side by side with the Sword Saint. ”

"I've long since escaped the world, and you don't need to bother asking me to go out of the mountain."

There was already a little anger in his tone: "The Sword Saint has also seen it with his own eyes, and now our people are still slaughtering fish and meat. Yesterday, all the Zhenyi people in Kunfang City could be said to have died for the Sword Saint, didn't the Sword Saint be shaken in the slightest?"

"It is precisely because of this that I cannot fight side by side with your Restoration Army." raised his lazy eyebrows, and his expression was also righteous and righteous.

I don't kill Beren, but Beren dies because of me. Baili Kazuma no longer wants to be in this strong sense of guilt. What's more, whether he saves it or not, the world is like this, and it is a foregone conclusion.

"After so many years of drunken dreams, hasn't the Sword Master recovered from that incident back then?!" Zuo Tingzhi knew the severity, and it was a helpless move to stimulate him to expose people's scars, and he could only point to it, not to elaborate.

The world knows what happened back then, so he also connived at the Sword Saint for so many years of evasion.

And when Baili Fengjian recalled that year, his mind was full of crimson blood, so strong that it could not be erased.

The man's voice and smile were all soaked in this blood, so long ago that he couldn't see clearly. This is like a jar of liquor that has been brewed for a hundred years, just smell it, and it will be so strong that you will choke your nose and almost want to cry.

The fingers were clenched, and the joints were already flushed with a layer of blue, but it was still a salty and indifferent expression, hiding his slight annoyance: "Even if you are drunk and dream of death, it is better than a senseless sacrifice." ”

"Needless sacrifice?" Zuo Tingzhi was full of righteous indignation: "Even though Jiahuang Mountain can protect the remnant villages at the foot of the mountain, can it protect a lifetime with the means of the Lincang people?" Seeing that batches of soul-stripped puppet slaves were transported from the sleeping ground of the Cloud Soul Tiger for the nobles to play with, they were unable to do anything, and finally found the sleeping place of the Cloud Soul Tiger, but they couldn't get close at all, those of us who are alive outside, do we have to sit and wait until the day when the whole clan is destroyed? ”

He was absolutely right. It's not that Baili Kazama hasn't heard or thought about these things.

The Cloud Soul Tiger is notorious for sleeping in the ground, but it is hidden, and no one knows its exact location for a hundred years. It is the place where the Lincang Empire imprisons Zhenyi people, and those who go in and come out become slaves without minds.

Zhen Yi was born tall and beautiful, with a soft body, fair and firm skin, not like the Lincang people from thick bones, good at dancing knives and guns, these puppet-like glamorous dolls are the best tools for nobles to play with.

There are more than a million Zhenyi people imprisoned in the sleeping place of the Cloud Soul Tiger, but there are only about a hundred slaves who come out every year, and no one knows what happens to the remaining so many people.

It's not that he hasn't tried his best, but he fell too hard, and he has lost so much that he has nothing to care about, the world is so big, how can he subvert it with a sword?

Scold...... Negative at this point, he is no longer worthy of holding a sword.

He is not worthy, he is not worthy of being so respected by the world, and he is not worthy of the word "holy".

Even if he is drunk and dreams of death, he is not afraid of the world's accusations. He just didn't want to embark on the bloody road again, and now the only thing he wanted was to protect Ah Che, ensure that she grew up safely, and then send her to the bottom of the imperial mausoleum. As for what the ultimate secret in Sui Sheng's mouth was, he didn't really care. Because he doesn't believe, doesn't believe that there will be any secret that can turn the whole world upside down.

He who dies dies dies. I can't get it back.

Zhen Yi is dead.

She is also dead. Her body was in front of her that year, and his sword was in his hand, but if he wanted to exchange the sword of murder for the power of heaven, he was not a god, and he couldn't do it.

A trace of coldness swept through the bottom of his eyes, but more and more unclear cloudy drunkenness was like a flood swallowing up an island, engulfing his last hesitation: "If you want to save people, I am afraid of death." The cloud soul tiger sleeps on the ground, I dare not break in. ”

"Juggernaut!" He still wanted to persuade again, but the stone door that was moved and closed blocked his enthusiasm.

Zuo Tingzhi suddenly understood where the powerlessness on his face came from after talking to the Seven Shadows before he came.

Qiying said, "Now even if thousands of people kneel down and beg together, it is difficult to stop the Sword Saint's determination to escape the world, we once mistakenly thought that the Sword Saint was Zhuge Liang, and we only need to look at the thatched house three times to be impressed, but how do we know that the Sword Saint is already dead...... If you don't believe it, you can try it. ”

He believed. But he was not reconciled, if there was no Sword Saint power in this battle, the chance of succeeding in breaking through the clouds and soul tigers was almost zero!

When he thought of the suffering people, he ......

A trace of pain appeared on the elegant and calm face, and the hand holding the pen slammed on the stone wall, and the candlelight of the ever-bright lamp flickered.

*****

Unconsciously, after drinking the stuffy wine in the second half of the night, on the second day, Baili Fengma, who was full of alcohol, unceremoniously picked up Jing Che from the bed and wanted to leave here.

Although he was resolute, he couldn't bear to see the disappointed expressions of his people. If he stays any longer, people will come to lobby him every day, and even if he does not waver, he will feel extremely guilty.

Then he will run away, just hide, this is what he has been doing for a hundred years, what he is best at.

Jing Che covered his nose and thought he was drunk, and the boss reluctantly said that he would visit Qiying before leaving, so he left Baili Fengjian in the room. He was bored of waiting, so he picked up his gourd again and began to drink. This gourd is a treasure, he has been with him for decades, and although it looks small, it can hold at least five jars of wine.

This one is full of wine, and the other is energetic.

"Are you feeling better? I shouldn't have done my own thing in the secret passage, but I have harmed you. Jing Che stood in front of Qiying's hospital bed, still a little afraid, so he was extremely sincere at this time. She was even a little cramped, because she had bitten his right hand, so that he could only hold the sword with his left hand.

"I'm out of the way," he said with a pale face, more like a white lie that only comforted the little girl: "It's just that Ah Che will do things in the future...... You have to worry more about what happens after you die, and don't be so unpersuaded and uncompromising. ”

In fact, he didn't listen very seriously, Jing Che didn't like to lecture, he didn't like to be taught how to do things by others, but he wasn't so familiar with Qiying, and he couldn't do whatever he wanted like disobeying Baili Fengma, so he nodded absentmindedly at this time, and couldn't wait to change the topic: "Brother Qiying, I'll see how your injuries are first." ”

After that, he couldn't help but want to remove his quilt.

Qiying is a traditional military background, and has always stereotypically respected the big rules of men and women who are not kissed, but at this time, his pale face was flushed, but he pretended to be calm and quietly pinched the quilt, and his voice trembled unconsciously: "Ah Che, in fact, I'm fine." ”

"That's right," Jing Che withdrew his hand, scratched his hair, and grinned clearly, "Then I'm leaving, but since Master has formed an alliance with you, we'll see you again in the future." ”

Qiying looked at Jing Che with some inexplicability: "The Sword Saint has not formed an alliance with us, he will take you back to Jiahuang Mountain on this trip, and he will not ask about the restoration of the country in the south." ”

Jing Che was so surprised that he almost jumped up. Last night, she vaguely overheard the man say to the master, "It's a pity that I can't fight side by side with the Sword Master", she thought that such an obvious invitation, the master would definitely agree. Saving the world is such an important thing as the restoration of the country, but he still chooses to stand by and watch?

- How much alcohol did he have to drink to get this point of confusion? So many clansmen who died yesterday, even she, a girl, had a boiling blood and was willing to fight for the world, but why was he so indifferent?

Jing Che was so angry that he didn't say a word, and rushed out of the room with an undisguised anger on his face.