In the end, Chen He still didn't go to see what the war looked like.

After drinking wine for a long time with Xiaolou and Caowei, he went back to the library.

When twilight fell, the voices outside the city were also silenced in the wind.

Zhang Xiaoyu sat facing Nanyi City with his sword in his hand.

There was a lot of blood on the white clothes.

These blood colors naturally won't be Zhang Xiaoyu's.

It is the blood of those who successfully broke through to the city of Nanyi with the help of witchcraft and ghostcraft, and then stepped on the witchcraft to climb to the top of the city.

It was not until the final stalemate for a long time, leaving countless corpses outside the city, that the Huangliang people retreated and stayed at the edge of Daze.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't go to see it, nor did he ask about the death and injury of Lingnan Sword Cultivator, but just turned around and looked at Nanyi City in silence.

Mei Quming was on the side, with the sword behind him that had not been wiped clean, and blood was dripping down the scabbard, and this senior brother who had crossed the river in Nanyi City for many years was tilting his head and looking at Zhang Xiaoyu at this time.

"Senior brother?"

Mei Quming did not call Zhang Xiaoyu's name.

It took a long time for Zhang Xiaoyu to turn his head to look at Mei Quming, and said softly, "What's the matter, senior brother?" ”

Mei Quming didn't say anything, just patted Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulder.

Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head again and looked at the quiet streets and alleys in Nanyi City.

After a long time, Zhang Xiaoyu sighed and said slowly: "I suddenly found that many things are not just to think about. ”

"What?" Mei Quming turned his head to look at Zhang Xiaoyu, not knowing why he suddenly said something like this.

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the dim colors in the sky, thought for a long time, and said: "Killing people for thousands of miles is different from killing people in person. Killing one person is not the same as killing a thousand. I've killed people before, and I'll kill people in the future. But in such a story, I am a little afraid to kill. ”

Mei Quming was silent for a while and said, "Why? ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said softly: "I can understand the meaning of war - it is a conflict between different ways of thinking, just and unjust, the essence is like this. But when those witches, ghosts, and Taoists stood far behind everything, allowing these worlds to rush to the head of Nanyi City, I still felt extremely ......."

When Zhang Xiaoyu said this, he stopped for a long time, squinting at the blood-like sky for a long time.

"Panic."

Zhang Xiaoyu gently spit out the word.

"It's not sorrow, it's not pity, it's fear, it's anger."

"At the very beginning, when I saw a trace of the prototype of this war, I also imagined that one man and one sword, from the south to the north."

"But after I was really there, I found that I still couldn't find that kind of entry point - the meaning of my cultivation is not to kill people, let alone to kill the world - my cultivation is in me, not in how to let the world see me."

Mei Quming was silent for a long time and said, "But since they chose to cross Daze with the Witch Ghost Dao people, it means that they are also the ones who are in the choice. I know what you mean—the thinking of war comes from the judgment of the top, and the lower level is often surrounded by forward. But when I was born in two places, I saw different people. I thought you listened to Mr. Riming's words, but it turned out that you had been confused all along, but the one who understood it was us. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu just looked at Nanyi City and shook his head silently.

"Charity, world, faith, loyalty. All such words are with a standpoint, standing on the head of the city of Nanyi, we have no right to pity the people of Huangliang. ”

Mei Quming spoke calmly and coldly.

But this is the most sincere truth.

Mei Quming pulled out the parrot island behind Zhang Xiaoyu, looked at the blood on it, and said softly: "The benevolence on the sword is stupidity without a position. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu sighed, took the sword from his senior brother's hand, and said softly, "I know senior brother." ”

Mei Quming patted Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Take a good rest, if you don't want to become the banner of Nanyi City, I will let Qu Shaming and them replace you." ”

Mei Quming said and looked at Daze's side and continued: "Since they have already begun to attack the city, then the senior brothers should also be back soon. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu nodded, jumped off the city with his sword, and headed towards the wine shop in Nanyi City.

The twilight of the city is sprinkled on the world, and it is probably a color like blood.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked on the lonely street with a sword on his back, quietly watching his shadow crooked on the east wall.

"Did you win today, Senior Brother Zhang?" A pedestrian came out of nowhere, looking at Zhang Xiaoyu, who was walking on the street in blood-colored white, and asked.

That person was naturally not a cultivator, but he might have played cards with Zhang Xiaoyu.

But today he didn't call Zhang Diancang, but politely called Senior Brother Zhang.

In fact, the world has always known many things.

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled reluctantly and said, "It's okay." ”

The man turned around and returned to the courtyard, touched some food and handed it to Zhang Xiaoyu, as well as a wet towel.

"You wipe it first, and then eat something."

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't refuse, took it and wiped his face, and then took the food that was already cold, and ate it all the way.

The man was still talking later.

"Come on, brothers!"

Of course Zhang Xiaoyu is cheering.

He was the one who sat silently at the head of Twilight.

He was the one who never sheathed the sword.

But it is precisely because there is too much blood on the sword.

Zhang Xiaoyu has a sad color when he looks at everything.

Killing one person is certainly not the same as killing a thousand.

Of course it's the same.

The same attributed to different degrees of sin.

Zhang Xiaoyu finished eating in silence, wiped his hands on his white clothes, and continued walking along the long street.

The rat's boat stopped by the river in the south of the city, and when he saw Zhang Xiaoyu walking over, he didn't say anything.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked over, walked back, looked at the rat and asked, "Why don't you ask me if I won?" ”

The rat sat on the head of the boat and shrugged his shoulders and said, "Since you can wander the streets, you must have won, and I still ask what to do, why don't you stay alone quietly." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu felt that it made sense.

He should have been able to say something that made sense.

But now my brain is a little messy, so I look stupid and stupid.

So he waved his hand to the rat and continued walking along the river.

"Senior brother."

The rat stopped him from behind.

Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head, only to see the rat tilt his head and think about it, and said, "Actually, I figured it out later, of course you are right." ”

"Sometimes it's understandable to choose to let some people die."

Rat Rat said, and remembered that this should be what he said to Chen Huaifeng.

So he added.

"If you don't understand, you can ask your Senior Brother Chen."

Zhang Xiaoyu stood by the river, quietly looking at the mouse demon who had been angry that day, and said slowly: "I can understand, but that's wrong." ”

“？” The rat looked at Zhang Xiaoyu in confusion, not knowing what he was crazy about.

Zhang Xiaoyu said calmly: "When a period of time begins with a wrong beginning, all the decisions in it are wrong - unchangeable and unrepentable mistakes. ”

"Liu March's death is like this, the many decisions of the Human Sword Sect are like this, and so are the many choices in the human world, until the beginning of this war, and I don't know when it will end. Nothing should be there. Zhang Xiaoyu turned around and said calmly, "Because the beginning of the story is wrong." ”

The rat thought about it for a long time, but he didn't understand what Zhang Xiaoyu was talking about.

So she could only ask dryly: "What's wrong?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu turned his head to look north.

There is twilight in the north, and there is also the earth.

It's just that I don't know if anyone is standing in the afterglow covered in blood, thinking about such a thing.

"Any story of coercing people into doing things that hurt them with their own selfish desires is not allowed to be unforgivable." Zhang Xiaoyu said softly. "Someone has made the logical paradox of using mistakes to prove mistakes."

"Or maybe they knew everything was right and wrong."

"But I insisted on going my own way."

The rat sat in silence at the bow of the boat.

Zhang Xiaoyu walked towards a wine store by the twilight river.

But his murmuring could still be heard in the distance.

"I don't play cards anymore."

The rats were confused.

What nonsense is he talking about?

What does this have to do with whether or not to play cards?

The rat scratched his head, but found that a red patch suddenly fell out of his hair that he hadn't washed for a long time.

？？？？

......

Lu Xiaoxiao sat under the city wall, put the sword with a cut next to his thigh, biting a blood-stained bun in his mouth, and was bandaging his wounds.

Although neither Zhang Xiaoyu nor Nan Dao saw this little sword cultivator later.

But she's certainly not dead.

Lingnan Sword Cultivation killed a lot of people.

But Lu Xiaoxiao was lucky not to die.

It's just that when facing the stabbing of dozens of long swords, he was stabbed in the right rib.

At that time, she felt that she might not survive.

As more and more people poured onto the walls, there was a steady stream of witchcraft and magic falling on the city.

But Lu Xiaoxiao didn't expect Senior Brother Zhang Xiaoyu of the Sword Sect to be so brave at all.

One man and one sword, extremely strong to defend the entire wall.

At the same time, he did not forget to use the Taoist magic mountains and rivers to compete with those witches and ghosts who came from afar.

With the assistance of Zhang Xiaoyu and several Sword Sect senior brothers, Lu Xiaoxiao and their Lingnan sword cultivators also successfully defended the 300,000 people who went to the city one after another.

Lu Xiaoxiao bit the bun for too long, and the corners of his mouth began to drool, so he hurriedly finished bandaging, and took out a bun from his arms, wanting to stuff it for the senior brothers.

Just turned his head, and found that Zhang Xiaoyu was gone, and he didn't know where to go, and those senior brothers were all sitting in the city.

Lu Xiaoxiao didn't bother them, so she ate another bun by herself.

After sitting a little tired at the head of the city for a while, Lu Xiaoxiao stood up again and went to identify the corpse at the head of the city.

It was the corpse of Lingnan Jianxiu, so they were dragged to the wall and placed on the side, and someone would take them down and burn them to ashes and send them to Fengqiling.

If it is the corpse of a Huangliang man, he will step on his feet and throw it down from the city.

After dragging some more corpses, Lu Xiaoxiao was also a little tired, and he didn't step on it again, but just threw it down and didn't care about it anymore.

Lu Xiaoxiao was also a little puzzled.

When she went down the mountain, she didn't think that she would face ordinary people like Huang Liang.

Huangliang and Huai'an were unified a thousand years ago, why did this war still exist?

Lu Xiaoxiao didn't figure it out.

When she went down the mountain, she thought that she would face a lot of things that crawled out of Daze, such as imaginary ghosts and man-eating monsters.

But no.

Nothing.

Just people.

Someone who came from the other side of the long way in Osawa.

Lu Xiaoxiao sighed, she also wanted to say something different, very mysterious and shocking.

But she had never touched anything like that, so she had to sigh while saying something like 'they're crazy' to a certain sword cultivator in Lingnan next to her.

"They're crazy."

"But it's not, they have suffered from this trip, and we have suffered from it."

"Those who cultivate witches and ghosts really deserve to die!"

“......”

A group of Lingnan sword cultivators said without a match, dragging the corpse and walking weakly on the head of the city.

Lu Xiaoxiao, of course they can not come.

You can also turn around and return to Fengqi Ridge after seeing such an extremely delicate war that happened in the human world and the cultivation world.

But when they are gone, who will help Nanyi City defend the city?

So I had to complain on the one hand, and on the other hand, with the stupid love that Chen Huaifeng said, I stayed in the city.

Lu Xiaoxiao moved the body for a long time before he stopped, leaning against the wall and resting at the twilight in the west.

The bloody hat and blood-stained sword, as well as a small female sword cultivator leaning on the head of the twilight city.

It seems to be a picture with an excellent artistic conception.

But behind the artistic conception, there is naturally a story that is not very moving.

Lu Xiaoxiao looked at it for a while and felt a little tired, so he sat down again and rested for a while.

After all, I don't know when those armies of Huangliang will make a comeback.

......

The South Island is awakened by the evening breeze at dusk.

When he opened his eyes, the sword intent around his body gradually diffused.

The remnant sun shone on the tomb mountain, and it was extremely rare.

There was a smell of blood in the wind.

Nandao looked to the side, and the little boy Hulu fell asleep with his sword in his arms again. Only this time he was holding his own sword, not the square inch.

Nandao looked at the top of the tomb mountain again, and Chen Huaifeng was still sitting there quietly.

It's just that there is not only sword intent around the body, but also wind and rain.

When Nandao saw the curtain of wind and rain around Chen Huaifeng, he was stunned.

For some reason, he felt that the wind and rain were exceptionally familiar.

It's really weird, why do I feel familiar with the wind and rain around him?

Nandao frowned.

Since the senior brother's name is Chen Huaifeng, it is normal for him to have a little wind and rain in his arms.

It's not normal to have a wrench.

Nandao sat there with the Peach Blossom Sword on his knees, thinking wildly, and looked back at the afterglow of the remnant sun that he had seen when he first opened his eyes.

Today's sunset is strange in style.

Nandao didn't know why he felt a little chill and shivered. Then he stood up and walked towards the top of the tomb mountain with the peach blossom sword in his arms.

Chen Huaifeng seemed to be sleeping with a curtain of wind and rain, and the sound of Nandao stepping on a weed was very noisy, but Chen Huaifeng didn't hear anything, and sat quietly facing the Tonggui Monument, one hand seemed to be in his arms, and the other hand was stretched out to the side, holding the wolfberry sword that was inserted in the soil at some point.

Nandao walked all the way to Chen Huaifeng's back, and the latter did not react at all.

Should I be asleep?

Thinking like this, Nan Dao stood behind Chen Huaifeng and looked forward.

Then he looked at Chen Huaifeng's dark black eyes.

Nanjima rubbed his head back.

With an honest appearance, he said sneeringly: "Senior brother, why haven't you been talking." ”

Chen Huaifeng said calmly: "Because I'm listening to the wind." ”

What do you do by listening to the wind?

The South Island is somewhat puzzling.

But since his name is Chen Huaifeng, it is reasonable to like to listen to some rumors.

The South Island didn't dwell on it any longer.

Nandao was thinking about how to bring it up tactfully and leave the tomb mountain.

Chen Huaifeng had already spoken first.

"Wake up the hulu and leave."

Nan Dao always felt that his thoughts had been spied on by these Sword Sect Senior Brothers.

However, I only dared to slander two sentences, and I did not dare to say young words like I should be qualified to draw my sword today, as I did that night.

After all, it's not too big - one day is old, and two days is old.

"Okay, senior brother."

Nandao saluted with his sword, turned and walked down.

The hill of tombstones stood silent, dragging long shadows in the twilight.

Nandao walked all the way to where he had sat with Hu Lu and pushed Hu Lu's shoulder.

"Your senior brother is looking for you, wake up!"

Hu Lu yawned and said, "What senior brother?" ”

Nandao stood silently under the umbrella.

After yawning a few times, Hulu seemed to sober up a little and wiped the corners of his mouth—there was no saliva. Then he opened his eyes and looked around blankly, but like Nandao, he seemed to be blown by the chill in the twilight, his body trembled, and then he gathered his clothes and looked up at the tomb mountain.

"What is Senior Brother Huaifeng looking for me? Have you found Master? Hu Lu muttered to himself, and stood up with his sword in hand.

Nandao said: "I don't know, I'm freezing to death, I'll go first." ”

Hu Lu didn't hold back, holding the sword and yawning, walking upward, waving his hand without looking back.

Nandao did suddenly feel a little angry after walking for a while.

Why can the little boy gourd be so handsome?

Nandao thought about Hu Lu's waving hand in the twilight without looking back.

It's very chic.

Why can't you be so handsome?

Nandao felt that next time in this situation, he must strike first, Nandao thought so, holding the sword and holding the umbrella and walked down indignantly.

"Zhang Xiaoyu is in the wine shop in the south of the city."

Chen Huaifeng's voice came down from the tomb mountain.

Nandao turned his head and looked at Chen Huaifeng, who was sitting quietly on the top of the tomb mountain.

Not sure what that means.

Zhang Xiaoyu told me what to do in the wine shop?

And Zhang Xiaoyu, shouldn't he be in the city?

Nanjima stood there thinking for a long time, but suddenly remembered the strange smell of the wind he had smelled when he had just woken up.

I was stunned for a moment.

Could it be that there was already a fight outside, and then Zhang Xiaoyu broke his leg and was buying alcohol in a wine shop to kill his worries?

Nandao frowned and thought for a long time, put the sword behind him, and walked down the tomb mountain with an umbrella, walking towards the south of the city.