"People who are too benevolent and righteous live in troubled times, and in the end they will only be bound by benevolence and righteousness, if I am like you, I stick to these two words in everything, I would have died in the hands of the enemy today, people's hearts are in turmoil to this extent, it is useless to rely on benevolence and righteousness alone, you should take a good look at this place today and think about it with your brain. ”

Ning Hongyuan didn't refute anymore, he was not a high-spirited scholar, not an ignorant and corrupt good gentleman.

People in the rivers and lakes can't help themselves, and many things in the world can't be done by their own will alone.

After Ning Hongyuan thanked him with both hands, Ning Yiwu also left.

These questions, Ning Yiwu, as a father, naturally need Ning Hongyuan to think about it.

Ning Hongyuan stayed where he was, did not choose to leave, looking at the back of his father's departure, he really didn't know what it was like now.

Autumn wind, bleak autumn wind, night, icy cold night.

Ning Hongyuan seemed to drink a glass of wine, drinking a glass of wine happily, to forget about these things that made him in a dilemma.

He looked back at the peaceful town in front of him, and he didn't know what it was like, he didn't want to destroy his father's battle plan, and he didn't want to sit back and watch this peaceful town become a ruin.

Although this town is not big, it is the gateway of the Divine Sword Sect, a rest post for business travelers, and destroying this place is equivalent to directly hitting the economic transportation line in the southeast of the Divine Sword Sect.

Although Ning Hongyuan said that he didn't understand military deployment, he could still understand some of these basic links, so he could understand why his father would say that this place would become a ruin.

"Is this what my father said about the darkness that cannot be written into history? Since this town is an important town on the economic transportation route, my father has more reason to protect it! Why is my father unwilling to give the order to retreat? What is going on?"

Ning Hongyuan gradually understood, "Could it be that my father's plan is really to use this small town as a sacrifice, and then rely on my father's extraordinary eloquence to use this as a basis to gather the strength of people's hearts?"

How could Ning Hongyuan not understand his father's plan? Now that the life of the Divine Sword Sect is too comfortable, many people have forgotten about the war, and his father wants to sacrifice this small town to achieve the purpose of a certain speech.

What exactly is the content of the speech?

This must have been part of my father's plan.

This is a huge battle plan, and what Ning Hongyuan knows in his heart is only the tip of the iceberg.

But when the people in this town are displaced, what will he feel in his heart? Looking at these people of the Divine Sword Sect whose families have been shattered and tortured because of the war, what kind of torture will he have in his heart in the future?

You know, he has a chance to stop this, he just needs to give the order to retreat, and these tragedies will not happen.

Ning Hongyuan continued to stare at the peaceful village below the cliff, and the image from ten years ago suddenly came to his mind, with groups of corpses piled up and blood converging into a river.

Ning Hongyuan couldn't forget that scene for the rest of his life, and he actually felt a little dizzy.

"Ten years ago, I couldn't have stopped it, but now it could have been stopped! ！”

He looked at the endless night, and for a moment could not find a way to solve all this.

Ning Hongyuan suddenly felt dizzy, and a picture of war appeared in front of his eyes, with thousands of wandering corpses and hideous and terrifying faces of death.

He only now realized how terrible and evil war was.

He thought he could stop all this, prevent the town from turning into ruins, and save many families from being destroyed, but his father's words just now woke him up from his dream, how naïve his thoughts were.

After pondering carefully, Ning Hongyuan felt that his father's words were not unreasonable, if he insisted on going his own way, thinking that this letter was the medicine to save these towns that were about to destroy the town, it would be too naïve.

He suddenly felt a little cold, was this the conspiracy of the old man with white eyebrows, or was it the mistake of the old man with white eyebrows? Or did the old man mistakenly think that this was the only group of loyal ministers he had trained?

Was this a complete conspiracy by the white-eyed old man that made Ning Hongyuan fall into the net, or was there some misunderstanding between them?

All of this made Ning Hongyuan breathless.

Ning Hongyuan expects the latter more, no, he is more eager to be the latter.

There were still a few night taverns in the town that were not closed, and Ning Hongyuan suddenly wanted to go in and have a glass of wine.

A spirit, a spirit that can make you forget it all.

Where in the world is there such an "amnesia wine"?

He didn't understand why he was in such pain, he knew that he could have hung these things high, and he could have said that all this was a struggle of human beings, and it had nothing to do with me.

But he just wanted to drink, and he wanted to forget all this in this most primitive way of men.

Ning Hongyuan stood at the door of the tavern, looking up at the endless night sky, and after a long time, he walked in.

Under the disguise of tranquility on the outside, the tavern is crowded with people.

As far as the eye can see, these people are intoxicated with their own night dreams, enjoying extravagance and drunken dreams. The noisy sound, the red dust, the drunken singing, the lights are green, and the border of the troubled times is always the most developed area of the red light industry.

Ning Hongyuan looked at their intoxicated expressions, and inevitably found some comfort in his heart, these people really didn't deserve to live, because they couldn't understand the meaning of life at all.

Ning Hongyuan was alone, sitting at a round table and poured a glass of wine.

But he didn't drink, and kept looking at the shadow of the wine in the glass, and in the shadow of the wine was a melancholy face.

After a few minutes passed, he raised his head, looked at the expressions of these people, and suddenly remembered his father's words, "These people are all tumors and moths of the Divine Sword Sect."

"My father has worked hard all his life and devoted himself to the development and growth of the Divine Sword Sect, but he still can't avoid such a thing!"

But do these people really deserve to die? Do they really have to pay with their lives for such behavior?

Ning Hongyuan looked at the shadow of the wine in the cup, and suddenly remembered Zhao Ruyin's words before, "Guiding others is far more heroic than blaming others." ”

Are these people really moths?

Are they destined to be humble?

Can they change, can they do something for the Divine Sword Sect?

Are there any heroes and warriors of the Divine Sword Sect in the future among these people?

Blindly satirizing human nature and decorating oneself with grandeur is simply irresponsible and hypocrite.

Since you want to dominate the world and establish the foundation of the prosperous world, you should do it with practical actions, not criticize with your mouth!

"Damn!" Ning Hongyuan suddenly slapped the table fiercely.

Ning Hongyuan would never be a hypocrite, he suddenly felt ridiculous about what he had just thought, and even felt that he was more shameful and humble than them.

"I used to come here to have fun, and the prodigal son didn't change his money, since I can change, why can't they change?"

"I'm so ridiculous, why should I be sarcastic about them, they are just on the wrong path, and they haven't made absolute mistakes, why should I look down on them?"

After smiling bitterly, Ning Hongyuan picked up the wine glass, one cup after another, and drank it all.

Could it be that among these people who are drunk and dream of death, they have been drunk and dreaming of death?

If they are given the right opportunity, will they be able to be brave, strong, and contribute to the growth of the Divine Sword Sect?

Since he was born with a cohesive eloquence, can't he make a vigorous speech on the spot to gather these prodigals and redeem their lost hearts of darkness?

Even if only ten prodigals and wild women out of a hundred would listen to him, that would be a success.

Ning Hongyuan thinks in his heart that this kind of success is much more comfortable than killing, even though Ning Hongyuan has hundreds of lives in his hands, but every time he kills someone, he is always unhappy, why do people have to die and some people live?

If you can unite, why kill?

But he couldn't break his father's plan.

"Why, why!"

Ning Hongyuan felt pain in his heart, this was also the first time he felt that the six gods were masterless, because this was different from sword training, it was not something that could be done simply with struggle and hard work!

He drank glass by glass, and the more he drank, the more melancholy he felt.

What's more, this is just the tip of the iceberg of the whole town, just the tip of the iceberg, this is just the tip of the iceberg that belongs to the darkness, compared to the darkness of the tip of the iceberg, this town is more warm and peaceful.

How can you generalize from one side to the other?

Ning Hongyuan shook his head fiercely, stopped thinking about it, picked up his wine glass, and came to a private room.

The housekeeper of the tavern saw that he was extraordinary-looking, with sharp eyes, and had never seen such a dashing and handsome young man, so she specially recruited some beautiful girls for him that no one else could see on weekdays.