The sword heart is clear and the heart of a child is the fundamental reason why Gai Nie's perception is different from ordinary people.

He is like a mirror, and all those who stand in front of the mirror will reflect another self.

As long as the Gai Nie mirror is erected, no matter how deep the city is, it will not be able to hide it.

Unless, the mirror is dirty.

When I closed my eyes, the noise in my heart was far away, but the noise in my ears was getting louder and louder.

In the past, this anomaly had already been discovered by Gai Nie.

Just as he first found out that the sword heart was covered with dust, away from Xianyang, chasing the light in his heart.

Gagnie didn't notice anything unusual.

Zhang Er, who established himself as the king of Zhao, Chen Yu, who was above 10,000 people under Zhao Di, the brutal Wei Wangbao, and Wei Qi, the gentleman-like Ningling Jun.

Zhao and Wei, the fate of the two countries.

His heart was full of thoughts, considerations, and sorrows, which occupied all his mind, and he had no time for anything else.

These people, these things, are much more important than the people in front of them, aren't they?

If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan.

The dead in front of you can be saved, saved, and there will be more dead people in the future......

The hand on the hilt of the sword, with the five fingers spread open, slowly released.

He can manage these things, but he shouldn't.

Everything is for the sake of the overall situation and to save more people.

The Sword Master opened his eyes, and in front of him were the ungraceful bodies of five women.

Work all year round, eat less and wear less.

Their skin was rough, dull, unhealthy, dark yellow, and so thin that they showed ribs, like five white bone spirits.

Their clean faces are not outstanding, and they can't find a beauty who can be called a small jasper, all of them are public faces that have been turned over by life.

There are wrinkles on the forehead, small scars on the face that I don't know how to get on, and chapped lips that have no desire to taste.

The cold wind is not cold, subtle, gusty.

I don't know if I'm cold or not, but I can definitely freeze my body.

The five women knelt on the ground and begged the Wei soldiers to let them put on their clothes and let them leave.

Their bodies were exposed to the public, and I don't know how many people were looking at them. But they don't seem to know the words of courtesy, righteousness, honesty and shame, and they don't hide anything, and they don't hide their shame.

Can those things keep them alive?

was told not to talk about it, and if he felt that he was not trusted, he committed suicide, and he was a gentleman from a noble family.

The body was seen, killed and then committed suicide, just to protect the family, to preserve the name, and she was the noble daughter of a large family.

The folk girls don't know this, the folk girls just want to live, and being alive is better than dying.

Gai Nie pursed his lips and turned his body, not wanting to see this human tragedy.

Turn your head in sight.

At the door of a shop, a fat man dressed as a shopkeeper was lying on the ground, with blood on his throat and face, and his clothes were half-faded.

Two Wei soldiers squatted beside him, pulling at the remaining half of the shopkeeper's clothes.

One of them didn't know what he had touched, so he smiled and put it in his arms. Another Wei soldier glanced at it enviously, then got up and slashed his sword into the shopkeeper's abdomen, scolding "bad luck".

The shopkeeper's stomach cracked and a long wound, and blood and oil flowed together.

Gai Nie gritted his teeth and turned again.

The old man hugged his granddaughter's waist and didn't let go, Wei Bing tore it open, kicked the old man over, and kidnapped his granddaughter and walked away.

The granddaughter cried hoarsely, shouting "Father" over and over again.

The old man lying on the ground covered his chest and struggled to get up, begging loudly for the soldier not to take Nan'er away, and the annoyed soldier pulled out his sword and slashed it in the air, saying, "If you make any more noise, I will give you a sword."

The old man must not have relaxed when he stood still, and watched in despair as his granddaughter was taken away.

Gai Nie held his breath and turned again!

The sturdy butcher protected Xijun behind him, his eyes were blood-red, and he rushed up with a butcher's knife to slash and slash.

Seven or eight Wei soldiers were full of banter, surrounding the pair of hard-working mandarin ducks, looking at the beautiful lady with pear blossoms and rain and the butcher with a desperate face who was crazy and slashing, and laughed with joy.

Gai Nie has not only walked the rivers and lakes and seen the top solo fight, but also served as the deputy commander of the dark guard, and is familiar with the art of soldiers and soldiers.

At a glance, it can be seen that the butcher who looks full of flesh and momentum, wielding a butcher's knife, is unstoppable, and will die.

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion.

As long as the butcher's strength slackened a little, and the pace was well founded, the Wei soldiers, who had been surrounding the two of them, would hand over their swords to blood.

Because of the meat to eat, among the women on this long street, the butcher Xijun, who is enough to be called a beautiful girl, grabbed her husband's shoulder.

The weak eyebrows and eyes were full of fear, and the delicate body shrank and shrank behind her husband.

"Jiang'er, don't be afraid, with me, this group of pigs and dogs might as well not be able to take you away!"

The majestic butcher is like a guardian saint, guarding his most beloved fine king, and no one dares to take three steps forward with a butcher's knife.

"Hmm!"

Mei Jiao Niang responded repeatedly, but the despair in her eyes became stronger and stronger.

In Daliang, he moved his sword with Wei soldiers and disobeyed the king's orders.

If you are lucky today, you will die tomorrow.

The beautiful lady who thought about everything clearly, but did not go out to ask for a pleasure, but hid it deeper, and lived one more day.

Gai Nie couldn't bear to look at it again.

Mei Jiao Niang thought too much, and the two of them couldn't survive today.

The Juggernaut turned his head again, but everywhere was sin, and there was no pure place.

Being on earth is like hell.

"Where's your home! Lead the way! ”

The sound was extremely close, and the Sword Master looked back, and before he could turn his head, his back was pushed heavily.

His body didn't move, his head turned around, and he calmly looked at a Wei soldier with blood on his armor and still steaming.

Wei Bing's expression was a little solemn, and he beckoned his colleagues to come over, drawing his sword and slashing.

"If you don't go, a sword will slash you!"

"Presumptuous!"

A broken cry sounded suddenly.

Wei Qi, who was stained with sawdust on his body, walked towards Gai Nie.

"Meet Ning Lingjun!"

The Wei soldiers, who were arrogant and full of murderous intent, immediately changed into a serious face and saluted Wei Qi in unison.

"Your Excellency! You dare to ask! ”

Ning Lingjun was imposing, and it was not easy for the Wei soldiers to laugh, and they even misunderstood.

Ning Lingjun's eyes were higher than the top, and he didn't even look at the soldiers, stretched out his hand, and said to the Sword Saint:

"Please go back to your house and talk about the big things."

Gai Nie didn't move.

Ning Lingjun's voice was slightly deep.

"Don't lose a big deal because of a small thing."

"Because it's small, it's big."

Gai Nie muttered, his eyebrows raised slightly, and asked expressionlessly:

"The palace maid, the first emperor, which is smaller, which is bigger."

Last year, a beautiful lady who hid behind the butcher in the field, and a palace maid who was even more beautiful, died under his sword just because of a word.

Ning Lingjun's mouth kept moving, answering what Gai Nie asked just now, but Gai Nie couldn't hear it at all.

The Sword Saint turned his head to look around, and the five unclothed women who were led away like pigs and dogs, no longer begging for mercy and crying, and desperately resigned themselves to their fate.

A glance on the ground showed four or five corpses.

The butcher with beads of sweat on his head, panting, and the butcher knife in his hand did not dare to dance a little slower.

Different places, different people.

Actually, it's all the same.

The sword trembled at his waist, and he roared unevenly.

In the flu fever, the thief is uncomfortable, even more uncomfortable than when he was yang!