Hu Lu carried his sword and walked quietly on the blood-stained battlefield.

Next to him was the young man who was gradually relaxing.

There was probably no need to die for the country, so the young man also relaxed, and the hand holding the sword did not tremble, nor did he break out in a cold sweat.

The two teenagers stopped at the edge of the battlefield outside Nanyi City, and raised their eyes to look into the distance.

In the green mountains, it is very silent, and you have to be in some more distant places to see some sword light.

The battle line is advancing towards the extreme depths of Lingnan.

Those Huai'an reinforcements from the north may only be able to use that mountain and moon city as a defensive stronghold.

It's just that the young man of the Human Sword Sect didn't have any joyful look, just stood there quietly, looking at the world of gunsmoke from a distance.

Zhao Xingxing saw it, looked at him and said, "You don't seem to want to see such a story." ”

Hu Lu lowered his head, drew the sword behind him, cut off some of the blood-stained weeds beside him, and then sat down on the ground.

It's just that the grass with the blades of grass cut off, full of rhizomes, is naturally very uncomfortable to sit up, but the boy still sits there quietly.

"I once had a dream in which my master came back and sat by the bridge of the Sword Sect in the world and said something to me."

Hu Lu said softly, looking up at the sky that had to become gloomy because of the war.

That's probably the cause of the fire.

"At that time, I was sitting on the bridge, which is also the position of the sect master of the Human Sword Sect, and I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles."

Zhao Xingxing looked at the sharp grass stalks with some dried blood stains under the young man.

Hulu was also watching there.

"Yes, that's it."

Hulu whispered.

"That's what I think now, too."

"We are sitting here, talking peacefully, in the distance, it is the mountains and the moon, and it is the seeds left by the sword cultivators who retreated in Lingnan."

Hu Lu gestured with the sword in his hand.

"In the middle of this, there is a battlefield that fills the lives of countless people."

There are some things that can be said in a few words.

For example, the very simple phrase of the reed is very simple.

"I don't know how many people have died in Nanyi City in the past 100 years, but I don't think there will be more deaths than these two wars."

In the space of one year, Nanyi City experienced two wars.

So the young man squinted his eyes and quietly looked at the battlefield that had fallen silent in blood.

"Then what is the meaning of the Human Sword Sect?"

This is a heavy question.

It is also like when he was in a certain town in Huangliang Rumor, the idea of that Taoist would make such a god and ghost feel horrified.

It is an idea that can be accepted and accepted by the world at any time.

It's like the world is building a high wall that is enough to shelter everything, but the high wall just falls down and crushes the people who build it.

Some people watched the high wall collapse, full of puzzlement.

Some people think that the high wall will fall, so they plan to tear it down in advance.

Zhao Xingxing looked at the young man silently.

Both of them are naturally people who have been pushed in, above the wind and waves.

It's just that people in the world are often different from people in the world.

What I have experienced, what I have faced, and what I have to think about are all very distinct.

The young man from Huangliang thought for a long time, and then said softly, "I don't know. ”

In fact, teenagers can also think, for example, the Hanging Courtyard is the world of culture, but finally walked on the road of the world of chaos with force, what is this for?

It's just that many things are always interpreted from thousands of angles.

No matter how thoroughly Zhao Xingxing thinks about it, he is the one who can't be avoided after all.

But the gourd can.

In that dream, Cong Blade once said this - if you think it's good, then sit down, if you don't think it's good, then go out, you can choose freely, Hulu.

The two of them didn't speak for a long time, and those sword lights were still continuing, sometimes flying far away, slashing the sword intent out of the green mountains all the way out.

But can sword light fly in the sky all the time?

No, you cannot.

The sea of gods will be empty, and the sword intent will be sluggish.

So Jian Xiu had to be like a swordsman, carrying a sword and stepping into those battlefields.

This is also very fortunate that the world still chose the sword in their hands instead of the pure flying sword like a handleless willow leaf.

So the bloody hilt of the sword was wrapped around his hand with a garment belt.

Hu Lu thought like this, as if he was experiencing it himself.

Zhao Xingxing said softly: "I really didn't think about it, it turns out that the cultivation world sometimes loses to the world. ”

The current war is something far beyond the cognition of such a teenager.

Before he came, even if he was already standing at the head of Nanyi City at that time, Zhao Xingxing never thought that those witch armors and those Huai'an rebels would really be able to force the Lingnan Sword Sect to the point where there was no way out.

Ten thousand sword cultivators can actually be drowned in it by the tide of the world.

Or to be precise, it was 80,000 sword cultivators, and just like this, little by little, they fell in the war of the world.

Hu Lu was silent for a while, and said: "Lingnan is very close to the world, and among the great cultivation places in the world, Lingnan is the closest place to the world. ”

The young man said in a loud voice, and then raised his head and looked over the green mountains with sword light, looking towards the north.

"But we're just pushing forward a little bit on the land of Huai'an. If you just want to rely on such a few witch armor and rebels, you can take Huai'an, even in a dream, no one dares to think like this. ”

Zhao Xingxing naturally agreed.

If it weren't for the sudden rebellion in the south because of the death of a certain sword cultivator, these witch armors might still be fighting a war outside Nanyi City to knock on the southern gate of Huai'an.

"What are we going to do to win?"

Zhao Xingxing looked at the young man sitting on the grass sincerely and asked.

Hu Lu heard this question, but looked at the young man from Huangliang with great sneer.

"Win it? Why do you think we can win the Gale Dynasty and accumulate the strength for thousands of years? ”

This Sword Sect disciple stood up with his sword in his hand.

"Unless your goddess of Huangliang comes, or the Sword Sect of the world rebels together."

Hu Lu looked quietly to the north.

"Otherwise, we wouldn't have won."

Zhao Xingxing stood there in a daze, looking at the incomparably calm look on the face of the Sword Sect disciple, and the panic that had gradually faded back to his heart again.

"And what are you doing?"

Hu Lu was silent for a long time, and then said softly.

"Maybe it's just a resolute attitude to make that northern majesty admit his mistakes, after all, ....."

"The world that has been beaten and devastated is his world."

Zhao Xingxing fell silent.

It's just that the young man suddenly looked back at Nanyi City, his eyes were wide open, and his eyes were full of incredible colors.

Zhao Xingxing didn't understand what was going on, but the moment he looked back, the young man was also standing there in a daze.

Maybe it's like Hulu said.

Unless the goddess comes.

......

"In fact, the world can accept the goddess on the head."

Qing Xiang stood at the head of Nanyi City and said very calmly.

Beside this white-clothed scholar, there is a deep but also gorgeous black dress under the umbrella.

"Do you think that's what you're thinking now, or have you always thought that way?"

Yao Ji calmly looked at the battlefield in the distance and said.

Qing Xiang said slowly: "I only think so now." ”

Yao Ji turned her head to look at the white-clothed scholar, probably also with some interest, and said, "Let's take a look." ”

Qing Xiang looked at the world calmly.

Although the world has come out of the age of gods and ghosts, and conflicts between humans and gods are inevitable, at least they have divided some irreconcilable disputes between people in the world. Let's assume such a human being. ”

"The world is governed by gods and ghosts, and the world is under the gods and ghosts, supplemented by the Hanging Courtyard, and governed by the gods and ghosts with culture. There is only one kind of conflict in the world, and that is the matter of man and God. ”

"In such a world, they will be extremely cohesive, and they will no longer worry about the so-called high-level people disturbing the people, and they will only move forward sincerely to seek a higher level of strength to get out of such a situation."

The white-clothed scholar whispered, looked at Yao Ji on the side, and said softly, "What does the goddess think?" ”

Even if this white-clothed scholar is using the goddess as a weapon to deter the world, rather than worshipping the gods.

However, Yao Ji did not show any annoyance, on the contrary, the woman in the black dress thought about the things that the white-clothed scholar said very seriously.

"Yes."

Yao Ji looked at the world and said calmly.

"The desires of the people of the world are irreducible, and the contradictions of the people of the world are irreconcilable, just like the ancient Chu at the beginning, if the internal contradictions cannot be relieved, the only way to resolve them is to let the external war resolve."

"Ghosts that do not regard gods and ghosts as gods, but are feared by the world, can indeed make the world let go of self-contradictions and turn outward in unison. It's just ..... prime minister."

Yao Ji looked back at the scholar.

"You have to be angry and hateful to be able to accept such a human pattern, but the world will not accept it."

"Just like your emperors in the north, just like those cultivation places in the world that are still silent."

Qing Xiang said calmly: "If the goddess can return to the righteous god in the world, even if the god river enters the Great Dao fifteen stacks, it will be weak, so those are not important. We just need to convince one person. ”

Yao Ji said softly, "Persuade that sword cultivator who sharpens the sword cliff." ”

"Yes."

"You think he can kill me?"

Qing Xiang said extremely calmly: "Yes, even if the goddess returns to the world, the Qinglian seniors can still let the goddess die in the world." The goddess is not a human being. Seniors are not human beings. ”

"In the final analysis, what happens in the world depends on whether the people in heaven are willing to intervene and come in."

Yao Ji was silent for a long time, then looked up over the edge of the umbrella and looked at the incomparably distant sky.

"Yes, the Grinding Sword Cliff is a heavenly man."

Such a high cliff, at the height of the years, the world does not know how many years it will take to catch up.

The prelude opened by the cliff master called Nanyi has not really fallen so far.

"So you're able to convince him?"

The prime minister said softly, "I don't know, but I want to give it a try." ”

The goddess turned and went down to the city.

"Admittedly, your idea is very attractive, at least much better than what that Taoist of Shanhe Temple has done. But the heavenly people are still, before you convince such a person, let the Huangliang armor bathe in divine light, and let Nanyi City be covered with divine light, which is the limit of what I can do. ”

Qing Xiang stood quietly at the head of Nanyi City.

This white-clothed scholar who has become a thief has been watching the world for an incomparably long time.

Whether it is a scholar or a Taoist.

Everything that the two envision is naturally an attempt to reconcile the many contradictions in the world.

Under the heavens.

Under the heavens.

It's a world that's still struggling.

Qing Xiang looked at it for a long time, and then sighed.

Nanyi City, Nanyi City.

Living in the shadow of such a former cliff master, how can it be just Qinglian?

The world is the same.

.....

Yellow sorghum, above the windward building.

Han Cicada, who was dressed in an emperor's robe, and Liu Yueyue, who was dressed in a cyan robe, stood quietly on top of the tall building.

"The goddess has gone north."

Yao Ji's departure from Huangliang was naturally not hidden, and the people of the entire Huangliang had seen the divine light and the River Styx that were moving towards the north one day.

Han Cicada said calmly, "Where the goddess is going has never been something we can decide. ”

Liu March sighed softly.

All the stories finally went in the direction he least wanted to see.

It's just that he believes in the world so much, and the Taoist of the mountain and river view has brought him an extremely heavy blow.

I thought you would be as you believed, and you would walk steadfast in the mud to a higher place.

As a result, they prefer to lie in broken clay pots, covered in blood.

This Daoist from Qingtian Dao was naturally full of disappointment.

Not only the Taoist of the mountain and river view, but also the matter of His Majesty in the north.

Naturally, they couldn't be unaware of the anti-flag raised by the Hanging Courtyard.

The entire Huangliang Hanging Courtyard is heading towards Nanyi City.

It's not just because Cong Blade is dead.

It's also because some of His Majesty took their things.

Han Cicada turned his head to look at Liu Yueyue and said slowly: "If you are too rational and too ideal, you will always be disappointed if you look at the world." ”

Liu Yue naturally knew that this senior brother of the Liuyun Sword Sect was talking about himself.

But maybe he's talking about himself, too.

So Liu March asked: "For example?" ”

Han Cicada said softly: "For example, I don't like to be the king, and I don't like to let the young man of the Sword Academy call me the king in fear. ”

"So you got him to the north in some rage."

"Yes." Han Cicada looked down at the world, "In the past, I also thought that it was extremely ridiculous to do something very out of the ordinary just for some extremely simple reasons. ”

"But then I didn't think so."

"When everybody stands in a low place, they think about how I stand and how I must be a good person."

"But the rapidly expanding desire and the feeling of holding everything in your hands can lose all thoughts."

The cicada's gaze fell back on his robe.

"I can see clearly, I can understand, I can see through, but I can't do it, the thought of a moment, in an unrestrained story, will become some uncontrollable choices."

"So sometimes, when people in the world are thinking about how noble their desires are, you might as well think about it, if there is an early morning, the drizzle outside knocks on the window lattice, the bed is very warm, and you wake up in a daze, and you remember that there is a pair of broken shoes that have not been repaired, you can make up now, or you can make up for it in the afternoon or tomorrow, will you choose to continue to sleep for a while, or get up to mend your shoes?"

Liu Yue said softly: "I may get up or continue to sleep, but no matter which option I choose, I will struggle for a long time." ”

"Yes, there is no temptation to talk about it, you need to really stand in it. So think about it, a warm quilt is a difficult thing to choose, let alone a greater desire? ”

The two of them stood on top of a tall building for a long time.

Such a thing, by any measure, is extremely heavy.

"But actually, I regretted it afterwards." The chill cicada whispered, "Because that's going to die." ”

This Huangliang Emperor looked at the world and said with great emotion: "In this war, I just want Huangliang to die." Having Kamigawa can reduce some of the stress. ”

That's why the story of that day is called unhappy and mindless.

The cicada inexplicably started that war, which is naturally a mindless thing.

The people of Huangliang had launched great criticism of this war countless times, and they also began to question whether the king elected by the Hanging Yuan really had the qualifications to be a good emperor.

Liu March also sighed.

"But you didn't expect that the prime minister would be reversed."

So the story of fate has changed the tone of the world dramatically.

Even if the world has been the people of the Great Wind Dynasty for a thousand years, after all, the concept that comes from between regions is still deep-rooted.

Huang Liang was really able to beat Nanyi City.

Such a war like heaven reckoned made people no longer criticize the emperor.

So it became a kind of sigh that Huai'an people really understand Huai'an people better.

The world of Huangliang is very lively during this time.

Even if people don't have any intention of rebelling, they are excitedly talking about those witch armor things.

Huangliang has been weak for a long time, especially in the era when the gods and ghosts are far away and the avenue is not prosperous, such a country south of Daze has gradually lost the strength to compete with Huai'an during the period of the Emperor Huai'an.

Han Cicada said softly: "Yes, so I wanted to let such a war show the world that even if it is clothed in divine light, it is still better to go forward by yourself." But the rebellion of the prime minister's predecessors has fulfilled the luster of the goddess. ”

The white-robed emperor looked at the world helplessly.

"So what is the fate, can anyone really see through it?"

People in the river of fate will probably never be able to see the river they are in.

Only those on the banks of the river can be clear.

But the people on the banks of the river are not struggling in their own great river.

"I don't know." Liu March said softly.

Not all Taoists will look at fate.

This Taoist from Qingtian Dao probably wants to see a lustrous and charming world.

"But if the luster of the goddess falls to the earth."

Liu March said softly.

"Then she's also a person of fate."

The cicada was silent for a while, and said softly, "Yes." ”

This is a fate brought about by the mountain and river viewer, with a game of luck from a person who has done his best.