Wisdom is a very abstract word, it is difficult to evaluate a person's wisdom, smart people will inevitably do foolish things, and stupid people often have a flash of inspiration. It mainly depends on people's application of their wisdom. Western civilization seems to focus more on the pursuit of technology and truth, while Chinese civilization has precipitated 5,000 years of wisdom into strategy.

The two are like the confrontation between strength and wisdom, the rotation of yin and yang, and it is difficult to distinguish between right and wrong. The extreme of force lies in breaking through ingenuity with force, no matter what situation you face, you can force it to crush. The limit of the plot lies in solving the most complex situation with the least amount of force.

What Xu Ruyi is facing now is a game composed of pure strategy, a dead game, and a fairy game.

The structure of the cave behind the cottage in Matou Mountain is very peculiar, like a soup woman. The entrance is narrow, the inside is wide, and the height is about twenty or thirty meters, at least nowadays, more than 1,000 people gather here and do not seem to have any sense of crowding. Outside the cave, all the way to the gate of the cottage, countless corpses and blood, stumps and broken remains, countless, torches and candles in the cave, as if it were day. The battle between the Japanese and the martial arts has stopped, and the Chu River and the Han realm are coldly confronted. The battle ceased just after the loud bang of the earth that day. The entrance to the cave collapsed, separating the inside and outside, and turning this spacious cave into the Yama Temple.

"Why?" As the new leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, Yue Songting asked the doubts in everyone's heart. With a cold gaze, he looked past the enemy in front of him and looked at the leader of the Japanese people, Yamazaki Ryujin, on a boulder.

"It's just a deal. Yamazaki Ryujin said lightly.

"Trade with whom?"

"White Lotus"

"Trade what?"

"Exchange our lives for the happy life of our loved ones"

"Why?"

"Because they want the life of a man named Tang San Province"

For Yue Songting's four questions in a row, Yamazaki Ryuzhen gave the answers he knew. There is no point in concealing it, because everyone present is going to die.

Maybe it's because he's going to die, Yamazaki Ryujin, who has never liked to talk, has a lot of words.

"Maybe you think we're invaders, we're bad guys, I don't deny that. ”

"You are innocent to die here, but we also have our misfortunes"

"You Chinese pirates have brought the war to our homeland. I don't blame you for ruining our comfortable life, weakness is the reason to be beaten. ”

"But they were wrong, they didn't kill us all, they told us about the riches of your Ming Kingdom, they recruited us to their hands, they gave us hope, and we waited for our chance. ”

"So we are willing to exchange our lives for our families for a chance to live happily in the Ming Kingdom. ”

"They may be doing well, or they may be reunited with us in the underworld soon, but it doesn't matter because we did our best. ”

After Yamazaki Ryuma finished speaking, he looked at his companion in front of him, and said in a soft voice (Japanese), "You guys are very good, no one escaped, and it is really an honor for me Yamazaki Ryu to die with you." ”

"As for you," Yamazaki Ryujin turned his gaze to the martial arts heroes again, "since we have calculated you with our own lives, then you should not be dissatisfied." If anything。。。。。 Yamazaki Ryujin slowly pulled out the long sword at his waist, "Anyway, sooner or later, I will die sooner or later, and I will give you my life in advance, even if it is our last apology." ”

"Mosiwakegozaimasen (I'm sorry)"

"Poof"

Blood.

Ryūzane Yamazaki stabbed the long sword in his hand into his abdomen, and his entire body was pierced by the long sword.

The body leaned back, hands spread, and the dead body fell to the ground.

The sword stuck in his corpse was the tombstone he had prepared for himself, and it was also his last memento on earth.

'Tatsuya, live well. Take my brother's share with me. Looking at the top of the cave with blurred eyes, Ryujin Yamazaki was a little confused, "Sachiko, I'm coming to you... ’

Endless darkness descends.

"Mosiwakegozaimasen (I'm sorry)" rang out one after another in the cave, and the flowers bloomed on the other side, and the dead bodies of 327 Japanese warriors fell to the ground, and none of them survived。。。。。

The scene fell silent, save for the occasional crackling sound of burning torches.

Everyone subconsciously held their breath.

They have nothing to say about this kind of person who counts them with his life.

They were in awe of these venerable alien warriors.

Silence, with attention, is respect for them.

Master Shaolin Lingtong slowly stepped forward, came to Yamazaki Ryuzhen's corpse and stood still, then sat cross-legged and reached out to close his eyes.

"Nam no Amitabha night. Dotagada night. Dodi night him.

Amili Tu Bhavi. Amididox. Sidhamvavi.

Ami sighed. Vigalandhi. Ami sighed. Vigalando.

Gamigrù. Ghagana. Citrus Takali. Suo Po He。。。。。。 ”

The scriptures of the Buddha's mantra of rebirth sounded, and the Lingtong master made the final transcendence for him.

"Amitabha" Hui Zhenshitai's voice sounded.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable" This is the voice of the Xuanxu Dao Chief.

"Amitabha"

。。。。

"Buddha Amitayus"

。。。。

The disciples of Buddhism and Taoism present recited the Buddha's name together, and then each recited the transcendent scriptures that they knew.

Here, perhaps, hell

But this is also the dojo of King Jizo Bodhisattva.

。。。。。

On Matou Mountain, from bottom to top, fires are on all sides.

The ruthlessness of the wildfire, with an irresistible heavenly might, suddenly came.

Thick smoke billowed everywhere, and the screams of soldiers were heard one after another.

Order and military law, at this moment, have completely lost the meaning of existence.

Everyone is trying to escape, and the way out is outside the fire.

But almost no one succeeded, and they fell into the smoke or in the fire.

"What about people!" Zhou Ji viciously grabbed Zhang Zheng's neck, "You fucking tell Lao Tzu, where are the evil cultists of the White Lotus Sect?"

"What?" Zhang Zheng's voice was unhurried, and seemed to carry a hint of mockery.

"I ask you?!" Zhou Ji slammed Zhang Zheng to the ground, kicked him in the head again, and shouted angrily, "Lao Tzu's more than 7,000 brothers are going to die here, what about the people of the White Lotus Sect?!"

At the gate of the cottage, facing the dead corpses in a place, facing this volcanic hell, Zhou Ji's face was hideous, no matter how stupid he was, he also understood that he had been calculated.

He is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want his subordinates to trust him and die with his brothers along the way. The only mistake and omission in the whole thing is intelligence! And the source of the information is Zhang Zheng, the Jinyi Wei envoy who is rolling on the ground at the moment!

"White Lotus Cultist... Zhang Zheng stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said indifferently, "Am I not just?"

"I'm not kidding!"

"Neither do I"

"You!" Zhou Ji's eyes were about to crack, and he pulled out the big knife on his waist with his backhand and raised it high.

Zhang Zheng sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a lotus seal in his hand, and reciting in his mouth, "Chaos mud, white lotus blossoms." No biological mother, vacuum hometown. The Buddha crosses the world and shines in all directions. Although the self is gone, the true self is not harmed. ”

Swish!

The head falls to the ground.