That night, it rained heavily all night, and Lu Qian found a ruined temple as a hiding place.

The dilapidated broken face did not block much wind and rain for Lu Qian, he hid in the innermost part of the broken face, and he could still vaguely feel the cold wind from outside.

Maybe it was because he was too tired after the war, and he had traveled so far with Wen Qing's bones on his back, and he had consumed so much physical strength before. Even if it's cold and windy, I don't feel anything anymore.

Lu Qian fell asleep groggily with the sound of heavy rain and the wind.

There was a terrible fire in the dream, but it didn't add much warmth to him, and the firelight reflected a familiar picture.

There was blood all over the ground, and corpses piled all over the ground, some with fear on their faces, and some with their hands stretched out. The ruins and broken walls, the blood flowed like a river, which can only be described in these eight words.

Suddenly waking up from the nightmare, Lu Qian gasped for breath, and his mood couldn't be calmed down for a long time.

After the Lu family was wiped out, such dreams appeared in his mind from time to time, and every time he woke up from the dream, the lingering picture always lingered in front of him, even if he wanted to forget, it was difficult to do.

Lu Qian always remembered that Yitian, when he returned home, he saw such a picture, there was also the oracle of the lord of the cloud country on the ground, he picked it up and looked at it carefully, and the hands holding the oracle kept trembling. He couldn't believe that it was the handiwork of the Lord of the Cloud Kingdom, although he had never seen the dignity of the Lord of the Cloud Kingdom, but from his teacher's mouth, he could at least hear that he was a virtuous monarch praised by everyone. But if this is the case, how can he do such a deplorable thing. But the Yuxi seal on the oracle clearly told him that all this was true.

Even if he wanted not to believe it, the evidence was conclusive, and it was clearly in front of him, how could he be, how could he turn a blind eye?

No one told him what kind of situation it was, and no one came to tell him why the Lu family suffered such a calamity for no reason. If he hadn't been there at the time, would he have become a member of the Lu family's revenant. Is it at some point that the grievances of the Lu family can only stay in the dust and smoke of history forever, and finally turn to ashes, and there will be nothing left.

In his world, there is only one thought left, that is, revenge, and he wants to take revenge on Yun Guo. He wanted to destroy the Yun Kingdom, and Lu Qian knew that his own ability was not enough to shake the foundation of the Yun Kingdom, so he did not hesitate to commit treason and threw himself into the account of the Qi State, even if he couldn't take revenge, he couldn't do nothing.

He never thought to find out what was behind the Lu family's tragedy, what the truth was, just like the teacher said, whether there was really any hardship or some other reason.

Now, what he is faithful to and what he believes in is right and wrong.

Who can tell him what to do?

The cold wind was still blowing non-stop, and it was even colder in the broken face. He has always been a person, and he will always be a person.

When it was dawn, Lu Qian decided to return to Qi State. Yunguo has nothing to be nostalgic for him, the Lu family has become history here, and even the teacher has become a thing of the past here.

Lu Qian thought about it all night, but he didn't come up with a reason, so he simply decided not to think about it, what can he do if it's right or wrong, he has already done it, and he can regret it.

Lu Qian got up, shook the dust off his body, and left the broken face without looking back.

Outside the temple, after the baptism of heavy rain all night, the air was very fresh, Lu Qian took a few deep breaths, strode forward, and the shadow of the broken temple behind him became farther and farther away.

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