Chuzhou Taishou is a sage, but looking at his dark cheeks and rough hands, he will probably think that he is just an ordinary farmer, and it has always been difficult to distinguish such things from appearance.

He had just returned from the river embankment, preparing to meet the invasion of autumn pollution, and his mood was inevitably a little anxious, but what really made him anxious was the enemy who was about to invade -- Chuzhou has extremely beautiful scenery, but it is on the border.

Like the virtuous and foolish, there was no show on his face, he calmly dealt with the political affairs, walked out of the official office accompanied by the boy, and climbed the east mountain with a cane, wanting to find some tranquility.

There is a newly built pavilion in Dongshan, which was built under his auspices, and it cost a lot of money, and at this difficult time for the country, it naturally brought him some criticism, but he seemed to be extremely unconcerned.

The mud urn is lightly broken, the aroma of wine is gradually diffused, too shou drinks and sprinkles under the pavilion, looks at the bright moon in the night dome, and sees that this river and mountain are so beautiful under the moonlight, I am very satisfied, the poetry gradually rises, and I want to write a chapter.

At this moment, a fresh breeze came from countless miles away from the south over the mountains and mountains, and the grass was loose, and it traveled around the pavilion three times, and then went in and out for a while.

Taishou died, and died quietly like this.

He didn't have time to recite that poem, didn't write down the travelogue that might be intoxicated through the ages, didn't leave paper and ink, didn't say anything to the people of Chuzhou, and died like this.

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In front of the ruins of the silent imperial city of Linkang City, the senior brother looked in the direction of Chuzhou, was silent for a long time, and asked with a pale face: "Let me and the Tang people suffer, what good is Mr. Yu?"

"Because...... I am afraid of death, and the longer I live, the more I am afraid of death. ”

The drunkard looked him in the eye and said, "Before." The moment I felt the danger, I was really scared, and I had never been so close to death in countless years. There's really a great horror in it...... I've lived too long, and I'm really unfamiliar with this feeling, and when I relive it tonight, I realize that the great horror still exists. And it became more and more intense, so strong that I couldn't bear it, and I was angry. ”

There was no expression on his face, like a knotted field that had been cultivated for countless years until Yan zhòng lacked nutrients, his body still smelled of wine, and his anger was not concretely presented, but it was so clearly presented before the world, because it was far away outside the city of Chuzhou. The drinker, too, died.

"I don't want to experience that feeling anymore. I don't want to be targeted by the academy anymore. So I have to make you miserable, let the Tang people suffer, and make the academy miserable. The pain was so frightened that I couldn't move. ”

The drunkard was still staring at him, and there was no love in his eyes. It's just indifferent and powerful, "I can kill people, I can kill countless Tang people, as long as I think first, then no matter how fast you are, you can't stop me, and it doesn't take too much effort to kill those ordinary people, Ning Que He can't see me, and naturally he can't stop me, you can only watch me keep killing, and finally be tortured by pain to collapse." ”

The elder brother's body trembled slightly, and the hands in the sleeves of the padded jacket were clenched very much, as if they had begun to be in pain.

The drunkard continued: "Not ten, not hundred, tens of millions will die...... So unless you are sure that you can kill me, then the academy should not try to kill me again, not even with killing intent...... There should be no trace of killing intent thinner than willow branches, and no trace of killing intent lighter than catkins should be allowed. ”

The senior brother lowered his head and didn't speak for a long time, the willow trees on the moat were silent with him, and the willow branches gently brushed the surface of the river, driving the pieces of cloth floating on them into the distance - the catkins will only arrive in spring next year, he can't wait until next year, and the academy and Datang can't wait until next year, so what should he do?

Suddenly, he looked up at the bright moon in the night dome and said, "I can kill people too, right?"

Then he looked at the drunkard and said with a heavy but firm voice: "When I want to kill, no one can stop me, and neither can you, so please don't force me." ”

The drunkard's expression remained unchanged and he said, "Please." ”

The elder brother raised his eyebrows.

The drunkard said, "Kill, please." ”

Senior Brother frowned.

The drunkard said, "Please kill." ”

The senior brother frowned, pondered, hesitated.

Or the next moment, he's going to leave and kill someone.

"Song Qi Liang Chen, countless Taoists, waiting for you to kill, hundreds of millions of believers, enough for you to kill slowly, on the grassland, countless barbarians are waiting for you to kill, you can kill whoever you want. ”

The drunkard looked at his brows, which were smoothed by the night breeze, and said, "If you can enter Peach Mountain, you can kill more people you are willing to kill, but who are you going to kill? Who should be killed by you?"

Killing or not is a question, and who to kill is also a question; in the red dust and turbid world, among the mountains and peach blossoms, who is the most traitorous and evil? Who should be killed? Who will judge? Who is qualified to judge?

These questions are difficult to answer, and some people disdain to answer them, because they think that everyone in the earthly world deserves to die, such as the lotus birth back then, and some people disdain to think about it, because they think that they are demigods in the world, such as alcoholics, and for the senior brother, this is a question that he must answer.

He stood under the willow branches on the riverside, in front of the blood-stained chariot, and thought silently for a long time, Liu Yiqing on the chariot quietly closed his eyes, as if he was sleeping, those cultivators and ministers on the riverside were all unconscious, only the drunkard and Longqing Hengmu were waiting for his decision.

Watching the padded jacket swaying in the night breeze, watching the dust accumulated on the thousands of miles gradually fall, Long Qing was a little vigilant and uneasy, and there were some incomprehensible expectations.

If this padded jacket really moves, and Mr. Big leaves to kill, then this world will become a new world, a new world that no one has ever seen.

In that world, all the order will collapse, because the most basic order of life and death will be broken, and the two great cultivators of the Boundless Realm will keep killing people, and no one knows who will die in the next moment.

It only takes one person to shake the order of this world, and two people to destroy the world.

Yokoki looked at the drunkard and the senior brother, and finally understood why, above the Five Realms, the Boundless Realm was always the most special one, and even faintly became synonymous with that world.

The night deepened, the river became quiet, until it was dead and silent, and the world seemed to be waiting for the moment when the dead silence came, and I don't know how long it took, the dawn finally came.

The elder brother has always stood in front of the chariot and has never left.

People gradually woke up, did not dare to stay on the riverside, and soon left, the bright moon had also left, and the warm red morning sun appeared in the sky, illuminating the charred ruins or brand new houses in the city of Linkang.

"It's true that no one can stop you, but you can. ”

The drunkard looked at him and said, "You still don't dare to kill after all." ”

"It's not that I don't dare, it's that I can't bear it ”

The senior brother had already figured it out and said: "Everyone has a heart that can't bear people, you regard yourself as a god, and you are naturally not human, so you can kill people, but I can't, because I am still human." ”