Someone is killing people.

Bai Jiu ignored the young man's obstruction and suddenly turned his head to look.

The mountain road that should have been in the morning mist disappeared, and those clouds and mist disappeared, and when I looked back, I saw countless tall green trees towering between heaven and earth, and huge shadows covered the sunlight and the appearance of the crowd.

Under the green tree, there were several people wearing black brocade clothes, and their faces could not be seen clearly, but none of them were holding a slender short knife in their hands. In front of them was a group of ordinary people who looked like business travelers, of different ages, men and women, but none of them looked terrified.

There were no short conversations, and no mood swings. The moment those black-clothed men and women saw this group of men and women, they had already drawn their swords and started killing.

Screams, cries for help, and the brief sound of resistance.

Bai Jiu saw a young man, and before he could raise the weapon in his hand, he was slashed by the cold blade through his neck.

Bai Jiu saw a young woman, and before the screams stopped, she was covered in blood and collapsed to the ground weakly.

There are also young children, and young people who have just tied their hair, and old people who are already in their twilight.......

The people in brocade clothes are killing, and the group of people are dying.

There is no generosity, only cruelty.

"Ah!!h

Bai Jiu shouted, and he broke free of the young man's arm.

His eyes were red, his face was distorted in pain from a sudden grief, and he picked up a thick branch beneath him, and rushed over with anger and sorrow.

Qingshanling was the memory he didn't want to think about the most, and he sealed this memory in the depths of his mind, never daring to touch it easily. But today, he has returned to this place, becoming his own memory of himself, and once again in this terrifying picture.

For some reason, the young man didn't stop him, but quietly looked at Bai Jiu who rushed out, his expression still the same.

At this time, Bai Jiu was only five years old, his body was very small, and his strength was even smaller, and of course he couldn't practice.

Such a person, in the eyes of those murderous black brocade people, didn't even have the idea of using a knife. However, the man in brocade closest to him didn't seem to notice his movements at all, or rather didn't see him at all. When the short knife in his hand stabbed into the body of a woman under him, the branch that Bai Jiu had raised also fell.

There was no imaginary knockdown, let alone a head-to-head scene.

The thick branches, as if through the air, fell from the top of the brocade-robed man's head.

Bai Jiu's body leaned forward and fell heavily on the ground.

..........

The fog on the mountainside of Zhushan is getting heavier and heavier, and the sun is gradually rising in the east, and the warmth is gradually thickening, but the fog has not dissipated in the slightest.

If you look at it from a distance, the mountainside of Zhushan at this time is like being wrapped in a layer of heavy cotton wool, white and white, and you can't see the slightest other color.

The early birds chirp softly, and the rustling sound can be heard from time to time in the bamboo forests on both sides of the mountain road. Bai Jiu walked on the sloping mountain path, and every time he went up the steps, his body would stiffen for a long time, and just now his body trembled violently, and he couldn't take a step forward for a long time.

If you look closely, you can see that his face is extremely pale at this time, and his face is even more painfully distorted, and the direction of his gaze is the mountain top in the distance, but at this time he is very sluggish, and he has already wandered thousands of miles.

........

It didn't have the slightest effect, no matter how hard Bai Jiu tried, the wooden stick still only passed through thin air, and it couldn't cause any harm to those black brocade people at all.

He sat on the ground in despair, the original blue green space had been stained red with blood at this time, and from time to time a wisp of blood fell on Bai Jiu's body, and his angry and frightened look gradually became stunned after countless experiments. The eyes that were originally angry gradually became hollow and more numb.

Suddenly, a trace of warmth fell on his face, and he subconsciously reached out to wipe it, but saw the dazzling bright red, and the smell of blood was like countless sharp swords to his heart.

........

The mountain road is covered with clouds and mist.

Bai Jiu's body did not stop, and it was still moving forward steadily. But unlike before, every time he took a step forward, there would be an extra red mark on his body, and as he got closer to the top of the mountain, the red mark also increased.

Eventually, the red mark became a thin line-like wound, which gradually appeared on his face, and blood slowly spilled from it.

..........

There was silence in the thick fog at the top of the mountain.

A voice full of pity sounded: "The bloody case of the Daimyo Bai family, Qingshan Ridge is the most desolate. At that time, Bai Jiu was only five years old, and I can't imagine what the scene was like at that time, but now it seems that it has been deeply hidden in Bai Jiu's heart like a brand. This mountain road may be a life and death for him. ”

"On the long road of cultivation, five years is just a thought, but these five years are just the beginning of life. The mountain road is long, and all the past calamities have turned into realistic dreams in front of the climber, if you can close your eyes and walk, or look light, it will naturally be much easier. It's just that even if you get out of this mountain fog, it is difficult to find your way before the last stone monument. ”

Wen Yuan's voice sounded slowly, and until this time, there was no longer emotion in his tone, and he finally had some solemnity and respect.

Hua Jin was a little puzzled, and asked softly, "Can't you see through it?" ”

Wen Yuan sighed and said: "The teacher once said that strong emotions such as love and hate are the difference between humans and beasts, and if the seven emotions and six desires are all dissipated, it will be like wood, how can the true temperament say." The key to man is this, if even these can be discarded, then what is the difference between them and animals? The world has long said that every person who despises the enemy is gracious, and this is the truth. ”

Hua Jin said: "Do you just watch him die? ”

Wen Yuan stared at the mountain peak in front of him and said softly: "Breaking is not seeing through, what does the boring things of Buddhism have to do with my Confucianism?" ”

"If Bai Jiu can't even bear this, and he doesn't even dare to face his memories, where will the hatred come from in the future, and where will the next avenue come from?"

Hua Jin didn't say anything, he knew the character of the second senior brother, and he definitely wouldn't look at Bai Jiu to death like this.

It's just that he can't help but be a little curious, with the temperament of the second senior brother, what did he see on the last stone tablet?

Spring is at the head, and the mountains are full of warmth.

A long wind blew from nowhere, blowing away the thick fog that shrouded the mountains for a moment, and in a moment the sunlight fell on the winding and steep mountain road, and the stone steps became clearly visible.

It was only for a very short period of time that the richness of the mountains gathered again, and the mountain road was once again tightly enveloped, and it was no longer possible to see the inside clearly.

But this was only a moment, enough time for everyone down the mountain to see the figure on the long mountain road.

The figure staggered all the way, and the clothes on its body turned bright red at some point, and the same face was the same, and there were tiny wounds all over the body, and blood overflowing everywhere.

There are a lot of people at the foot of Takeyama.

Liu Xun frowned when he saw this scene, and the worry on his face was difficult to hide. Although he was also greatly impacted when he walked to the dense fog on this mountainside, he was far from being covered in blood like Bai Jiu, and he couldn't imagine what kind of pressure Bai Jiu was under inside.

The two old men who had been playing chess on the city wall, I don't know if it was because the spring was too dazzling, they came to the outside of the eastern city at some point, and re-laid the chessboard in that inconspicuous pavilion.

I don't know how many of them are, the two old men have their own wins and losses, but I think it should be that the old man who still looks calm wins more.

The old man with a calm expression was naturally Dean Mei Han Xiangmei of Qingfeng Temple.

And the relatively restless old man was Liu Fuyao, the dean of the Heavenly Chosen Academy.

Since Bai Jiu climbed the mountain, the two old men have been playing chess here, and now that the night has passed, the two of them are still not the slightest tired, but more and more energetic.

The pieces on the chessboard have been in place for a long time, and judging from the number of pieces and the situation, it is clear that Dean Liu, who holds the sunspot, is still at a disadvantage.

That's why he looks very anxious and hesitant at this time.

When the clouds and mist on the mountainside of Zhushan were blown away by the wind, the two old men also looked over at the same time, and saw the waddling red figure on the mountain road, and the two old men had different expressions.

Dean Mei frowned, his lips moved slightly, as if he was silently thinking about something, but when the top of the mountain was obscured by the clouds again, he also withdrew his gaze, his expression returned to tranquility, he just closed his eyes and said nothing, and no longer looked at the chessboard in front of him.

Dean Liu really couldn't settle down, so he simply stopped playing chess, and asked with a smile: "You are also big-hearted, and you are not afraid of the baby bump of this Qingfeng Courtyard and your life on this bamboo mountain?" ”

In response to the old friend's laughter, Dean Mei asked rhetorically: "If Zhushan can let this child die here, then are you willing to go up the mountain with me to ask Lord Wensheng for an explanation?" ”

Dean Liu laughed and said, "Why don't you dare? ”

Dean Mei opened his eyes and said, "It's just that you can't wait for this day." ”

"Since you have chosen this path, you have to suffer the consequences of your choice. We can take care of it and not let others disturb us, but after all, he has to go on his own. You and I don't know how dangerous the road in the clouds is, but he knows when he is there. If you don't give up, it means that you can still persevere, and it means that the belief in your heart has not been destroyed by reality. Let's wait and see. ”

"This child's life is very bitter, and this suffering is not physical suffering, but psychological suffering. To be able to get back up from such an experience, it takes not only courage but also spirit, and one of them is to fight for your life. ”