Some things probably come in the middle of the night and go in the morning.

For example, a beautiful dream, such as some pious and fervent longing.

Before the crying at that time could continue, Nanyi City was broken.

The young man ran to the street with his sword in his hand, looking at the Huai'an soldiers who were fighting each other outside the city, he forgot to wipe his tears, and just stood there in a daze.

Not far away, Senior Brother Jiang Hehai was there, asking the white-clothed scholar what he was going to do.

Qing Xiang just smiled slightly and looked back at Jiang Hehai, and also looked at this young man who had woken up from a dream.

- Bushblade is dead, baby.

So those angers, those questions, those voices of the great rivers, those voices of fighting, those sounds of distant mountain winds.

At that moment, there was silence.

It turned into boundless confusion and pain.

Hu Lu suddenly remembered the white-clothed sword cultivator who came back before the Chinese New Year in that dream.

It turns out that everything else in the dream is fake.

Only the Bush Blade is real.

He came back, in Hulu's dream, fell asleep in the Sword Sect, spent the New Year in the Sword Sect, and then left with a sword in the snow.

After the clouds and fog dispersed in Daze, the witch armor soldiers came to Huai'an, and the million-strong army stationed outside Nanyi City fell into chaos and turned against him in the Hanging Courtyard.

In many stories that no one has had time to react to.

Nanyi City broke away from Huai'an.

Hu Lu was standing by the Nanyi River at night, looking at the bright red hanging on the long street.

This is what the boy thought - the 'rebels' hung the heads of those loyal to His Majesty like lanterns on the eaves.

But soon the boy sincerely changed his mind.

Because he is also a party of 'rebels'.

That's not Your Majesty, it's just the Demon Emperor Kamigawa.

The entire Nanyi City, the entire Human Sword Sect, and the entire Hanging Courtyard all became rebels after a certain sword light from the East China Sea that shone through the world.

Later, the entire Huai'an moved at an incredible speed.

After Wu Jia and the hundreds of thousands of troops controlled by the Hanging Courtyard and Lingnan rushed and killed again and again under the mountains that cut north and south, the northern army had already begun to march towards the territory of Qinghe Biluo.

This is a completely different reaction from the stories of last March and February of this year, which looked like some kind of old dragon bell thing.

So for Kamigawa, for Yohuaidu.

Are the Human Sword Sect and Nanyi City their real enemies?

Hu Lu would sometimes stand at the head of the city with his sword in his dazed hands, looking north, looking at the blood-soaked Pingchuan between Nanyi City and the Fengqiling Mountain Range, looking at the heavenly dome that seemed to have many sword lights hidden in the world going north, and also looking at Huai'an, which had been used to write a definition for his rhizome.

Huai'an is in the north, Huangliang is in the south, and now, Nanyi City is just Nanyi City.

.......

One evening in late March of the year 1004, the young man was still holding his sword and stood in the north of Nanyi City looking around.

Not far away, another boy came with a sword.

Hu Lu briefly turned his head in the footsteps, and when he saw the person clearly, he turned his head again.

The one with the sword is not necessarily a sword cultivator, nor is it necessarily a swordsman.

It could also be a general.

The juvenile beard is naturally recognized.

On the day of the rebellion in Nanyi City.

The young man was dressed in armor of divine power and entered the city with a sword.

This general named Zhao Xingxing in Zhenbei is happy, but he always looks unhappy.

There was still the sound of fighting in the distance, and the magic of witches and ghosts flowed across the sky, and even the twilight was suppressed, so the sword light from north to south was like a meteor, lighting up the land of chaos.

Hu Lu stood in the wind at the end of March, watching all this without saying a word.

Zhao Xingxing walked up to the city, took off the helmet on his head that was full of divine light, took off the armor flowing with spiritual power on his body, and wore a thin white shirt that stuck to the young man's somewhat thin body because of a lot of sweating, and blew the wind very quietly next to Hu Lu's back against the city wall.

In a sense, the two teenagers standing at the head of the city can be regarded as the leaders of the Southern rebellion.

One is the Human Sword Sect, a young man who temporarily acts as the sect master, and the other is a witch armor general who was personally appointed by the king in the south.

Two leaders who are dazed and at a loss.

It's like Zhao Xingxing hasn't been able to remove his armor cleanly so far.

His hands and feet were always in a cold sweat and trembling.

This long spring day is coming to an end.

Therefore, although the wind at the head of the city was still cool, it was not much, and it did not make this young man who took off his armor like the first day, the whole person was shaking violently, the sword in his hand picked up and fell, and he fell down at the head of the city and kept vomiting.

It's like a small tree with slender branches, shaken wildly by some child who doesn't know how to shook, and finally breaks its waist.

Hu Lu didn't laugh at this young man who didn't know why he became the happy general of Zhenbei at that time.

Because he can relate to it.

It's like when he wakes up from a dream, sitting in the Sword Sect garden and looking up at the spring, howling and crying.

All he has is mercy.

These are two teenagers who have been swept up in the waves by the tide of the world.

Zhao Xingxing blew the wind for a long time, and when the sweat finally subsided in the slight trembling of his body, the young man turned around, and he was not tall enough to lie on the edge of the recess of the women's wall, standing there and watching. Looking at the bloody stories in the north of the south and the city.

Hu Lu turned his head and looked at the young man who was younger than himself for a long time, then turned his head, held his sword and said softly, "Why would Huang Liang let a young man like you come?" ”

If Zhao Xingxing is a very powerful sword cultivator, or a great witch in the world, or has a very deep upper-level background.

Such a story can be understood.

However, such a young man, it is said that he is just a newly admitted student of the Sword Academy of the Hanging Academy, and he didn't even touch the sword for a few days before he put on his armor and went to the battlefield.

It is an incredible thing to put in Huai'an.

It's like a suffoc.

Hulu has become a Taoist.

But he still stayed in Nanyi City.

Zhao Xingxing didn't look back, just lay there and watched, and then said slowly: "I also want to figure out such a question." ”

The young man's heels fell slightly on the stone slab at the head of the city, and only some ancient and mottled bricks remained in front of him.

"On the day I left Huangliang, I cried for a long time."

The boy said quietly.

"I probably made some unforgivable mistake before I was sent north by the king. At one point I thought about running away, heading south, far away. ”

The boy crouched down and sat against the wall beside his armor.

"But I know I can't escape. If he really wanted me to die. ”

Hu Lu looked at the boy in silence.

"So I comforted myself, Zhao is happy, Zhao is happy, don't you want to be famous in history? It's a great opportunity, isn't it? ”

Zhao said happily, stretching out his hand to wipe the sweat on his palm.

"So I came."

The boy told all the stories of his struggles very simply.

It's just that those hands that have not been able to hold a bowl of overflowing wine smoothly so far naturally say a lot of things.

Zhao Xingxing raised his head and looked at the young Hu Lu who was not much older than himself.

"What about you?"

Hu Lu was silent for a long time, and then raised his head to look north.

"My master died, so the Human Sword Sect and Huai both fell out, so I could only stand here."

The story of the hulu is even shorter.

This is a story that has nothing to do with a long dream.

I had to become a swaggering anti-flag and put it up at the head of Nanyi City.

Zhao happily sighed and sat there, and after a long time, he stood up again, like a mature and qualified general, looking at the battlefield in the distance.

"We have been delayed in Lingnan for too long."

Zhao Xingxing thought about it for a long time before he came up with such a sentence.

Hu Lu said softly: "If Lingnan, which is the second barrier of Huai'an, can be easily crossed over like this, it is unreasonable. ”

Zhao Xingxing didn't want to talk anymore, so Hu Lu also stopped chatting.

The two teenagers, like real leaders, stood at the head of Nanyi City, judging the war that was full of cuckoos.

"Of course, we still need ....."

"Thanksgiving."

It took a long time for Hulu to come up with such a word.

"Thanks to last year's battle, 800,000 Black Armor and Witch Ghost Dao caused 80,000 Lingnan Sword Cultivators to destroy 70,000 outside Nanyi City."

Hu Lu said with a complicated expression and silence.

In silence, he kept forcing out those words that made his heart heavy.

"Otherwise, such a place of sword cultivation will be a real natural danger."

The story of playing the leader is naturally heavy.

Of course Cong Jian died, and Hu Lu certainly lost his master.

But grief is not a cause for loss of reason.

Therefore, those sword cultivators of the Human Sword Sect did not appear on such a battlefield that was enough to bring countless people's lives to a standstill, but went to the north.

If all those upper realm sword cultivators of the Human Sword Sect appeared on this battlefield, they would certainly be able to break through the obstacles of Lingnan like a bamboo. It's just that when the time comes, the world will face more than just a war between people.

The sword cultivation of the Liuyun Mountain Range will also come, and the Northern Qingtian Dao, the Mountains and Rivers View, and many cultivation places in the world will participate.

So in the same way, when facing such a war, the hulu is also painful.

The southern gate of Nanyi City was opened.

Isn't he a native of Huai'an?

So Hu Lu just said this, and then he didn't say anything more.

The two teenagers stood on top of the city for a long time, looking at the bloody distant mountains in the wind.

The teenagers have different thoughts, and the pain and confusion are also different.

"If this mutiny fails."

Zhao Xingxing's voice trembled a little.

"As a commander-in-chief, do I have to die for my country?"

Hu Lu was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "You don't have to die for your country, if the mutiny fails and everything falls into Huai'an's control again, I will kill you first." ”

Zhao Xingxing turned his head to look at this Sword Sect disciple.

"Why?"

Hu Lu quietly looked back at this ancient and silent Nanyi City.

"Because I am from Huai'an, I am certainly a thief. But you are a foreign enemy. ”

Sometimes the rivers will briefly join together due to changes in topography.

But when the river diverges, it is natural to go its own way.

Therefore, even if the world has been unified for thousands of years, such a great Ze still separates the people of the two places very clearly.

The remnant sun was like blood, and the two teenagers really didn't say anything more this time.

Night fell, and the battle between the mountains and rivers retreated towards Nanyi City like a tide.

......

In the mountains and rivers of Osawa .

In the green mountains where the clouds opened and the fog dispersed, countless heavenly lights overflowed from the peak of Wushan Mountain again.

"Does the dean really want to rebel?"

Fang Zhiqiu looked at the white-clothed scholar who was standing under Wushan and looking up at the skylight in a daze.

This is probably like the story of why His Majesty surrendered first when the ministers were about to fight to the death.

Far away in the Huangliang Hanging Courtyard, it is still dormant under the glow of the goddess, waiting for such an opportunity to return the mountains and rivers to unity.

It's just that no one thought that the prime minister in Huai'an would raise the anti-flag.

The white-clothed scholar just said very calmly: "Yes." ”

Fang Zhiqiu saluted and said, "Please ask the dean to solve your doubts." ”

Qing Xiang turned his head and looked at Fang Zhiqiu for a long time, and then said slowly: "The Hanging Courtyard and the Shenhe are already incompatible. ”

Fang Zhiqiu said in a deep voice: "The student naturally knows the pain of losing his friend, but with his own selfish desires, he brought the entire Hanging Courtyard to the level of opposition to the world, which is a great injustice in the world. ”

Qing Xiang said lightly: "This is naturally not my own selfish desires. ”

Fang Zhiqiu frowned, looking at this thousand-year-old demon in the world.

"Nanyi City is anti, naturally it is my minister's business, but the Hanging Courtyard is reversed, and there is naturally a reason for the Hanging Courtyard."

"What reason?"

"The arm bones of the young master are in the hands of Kamigawa."

Fang Zhiqiu, who originally had a lot of resentment, was suddenly stunned.

Qing Xiang quietly looked at the south of the world.

"The reason why Cong Blade fought Kamigawa in the East China Sea was because I once entrusted him to investigate the theft of Qingshi's arm bone."

"Although we still don't know who stole the Qingshi's arm bones, it's just that some things don't matter anymore."

Qing Xiang turned his head and looked at Fang Zhiqiu quietly.

"He, Kamigawa, obviously has no intention of returning the arm bones."

"The ancestral graves of the Hanging Courtyard have been dug up, Zhiqiu, do you think we can still sit idly by?"

Fang Zhiqiu came back to his senses, sighed, and bowed to Prime Minister Qing.

"I can't."

After getting a letter from Nanyi City, this scholar of Fengwuyuan who hurried through Huangliang stopped on the way.

He was ready to scold Qing and reprimanded him with death.

It's just that he didn't think that he would be persuaded so easily.

Just like the casual conversation between Liu March and Liu Chunfeng in Kyoto.

The Hanging Courtyard is not loyal to His Majesty.

They are loyal to the world as well as to their teachers.

The scholar who pulled out the entire yellow sorghum from the quagmire of ancient gods and ghosts from a thousand years ago is of greater significance to the Hanging Yuan than anyone else.

"I'll bring the news back to the Hanging Courtyard as soon as possible."

Fang Zhiqiu saluted again and said softly.

The prime minister nodded calmly.

Fang Zhiqiu turned around and walked along those Daze mountain roads, heading towards the south, his trouser legs were covered with mud, this scholar came all the way, and he had to hurry back to Huangliang.

It's just that he didn't know what he remembered, Fang Zhiqiu turned his head again, looked at Qing Xiang and said, "What is the dean doing in Daze?" ”

Qing Xiang just raised his head and looked at the high cliff quietly, his hands fell in his sleeves, and he said very calmly: "I want to see the goddess." ”

Fang Zhiqiu was silent for a while, as if he had guessed something, but still asked softly, "What are you doing when you see the goddess?" ”

The prime minister looked up at the skylight, just like those believers in the ancient sorghum.

"Please go to Huai'an to see the world."

Fang Zhiqiu stood there in a daze, with a complicated expression, but in the end he didn't say anything and turned to leave.

Long after the scholar who was covered in muddy water left, on the peak of the skylight, a huge green vine road gradually fell, and flowers bloomed on the vine.

The white-clothed scholar stood quietly in front of the vine for a long time, tidied up his robe very neatly, and then slowly stepped onto the green vine, heading towards the peak of the skylight.

This scene is completely different from the original on the Yellow Mountains.

The light of the sky in the world flows along with the spring light on such a high platform.

The woman with the umbrella seemed to have just arrived, and was quietly walking under the ancient tree.

The prime minister stopped at the edge of the high platform and saluted the woman.

"Prime Minister of the People, I have seen the goddess."

Yao Ji wore a black robe, and it was not until she stopped under the tree that she stopped her figure, looked up at the ancient tree, and said softly, "I thought I would not hear such words from a mouth like you. ”

Qing Xiang smiled slightly.

"Scholars are never nerds who only bury their heads in books, we are loyal to our ideals, and sometimes we are inevitably succumbed to reality. It is the ancient literati, and it is also a combination of six arts, and it is his responsibility to enter and exit the generals. It's never a shame to change with the times. ”

Yao Ji slowly turned around.

"But I still prefer to see you scolding the street."

The scholar Tian, who has lived for a thousand years, said shamelessly: "It's just a matter of doing less." ”

Yao Ji was also silent, turned around and walked under the tree again, raised her hand to open a curtain of skylight, and the world beyond the clouds fell into the field of vision of the high platform, and then said softly: "It's a thousand years of lessness." ”

The smoke of gunpowder and the smell of blood in the northern world poured into such a high platform in the world.

Qing Xiang'an stood there quietly with his hands down.

Yao Ji quietly looked at the north of the world.

"I thought I would wait for Liu March, but I never thought that I would wait for you to wait for you."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

The prime minister said softly.

Yao Ji stood there for a long time, and then said slowly, "So what do you want?" ”

Qing Xiang looked at the north and smiled slightly.

"The southern gods are too small, and they are in a safe corner, and they lose their majesty."

"Nanyi City strangles the north and south, if it is the capital of the gods, it will naturally shock the world and the world will be convinced."

Yao Ji said softly, "This is a pious materialist? ”

The white-clothed scholar said very sincerely.

"When you are old, it is understandable to believe in ghosts and gods."

Yao Ji looked back at the scholar, and then said slowly: "So for you, the so-called gods and ghosts are only willing to believe in it when they can become a sharp blade. ”

Qing Xiang chuckled and said: "It has always been like this, even if people in the world believe in gods and ghosts, it is nothing more than to use it as a sharp weapon to cut at desire." ”