readx;? Once upon a time, Liu Chen did not put himself in the shoes of the shantytown where the refugees in Ruicheng were located, at this moment, if the secret agents of the hidden military guard came to the shack where Liu Chen and the three of them lived, they should sigh very sadly, after the death of the country and the family, people are really not as good as dogs......

At the beginning of the construction of the city, this was the garbage dumping point marked on the map, with all kinds of rotten stench and the filth of sewage, intertwined with pests and rats.

After a few days of calm days, when Liu Chen's body improved slightly, Liu Zangbing began to go out to explore the situation in the city, because it was not yet time for the construction of the square, in the tenth day, the old monk carried Liu Chen out of the shantytown and came to a high slope in the south of the city. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info net

The hot breeze swept the bluestone street of the ninth city, and from time to time you could see a noble girl of a certain immortal clan taking a taxi to travel, and the remnants of the East 6 who knelt down respectfully along the way, their faces were numb, beating and killing, drinking and scolding, just like a common meal, and it was constantly staged in this mixed new city all the time.

Liu Chen frowned, and suddenly remembered that more than 20 years ago, when he first met Chen Sheng in the Qinglong painting boat, Wu Tong's favorite Wang Batang was slightly sweet in the mouth, and the little monk broke the drinking ring at the beginning, and the Buddha was left in his heart. During the banquet, Chen Sheng once had a feeling and said a word that Liu Chen was very unfamiliar with at that time - class.

After so many years, Liu Chen's understanding of the word class has never been as profound as it is today......

In the days when Yu Taixuan didn't come, Chen Sheng belonged to the aristocracy, Wu Tong and Liu Chen were also nobles, and from time to time a meal came down and ate the monthly rations of ordinary people's families, which was rare and strange...... Young people, they don't want to understand the suffering of sentient beings at all!

From the Langzhou Mutiny to the fall of Hanguguan, in just 20 years, Liu Chen has changed from the top of the East 6 class to the bottom of the society that he has never disdained to experience in the past......

The huge gap in identity and situation made Liu Chen sit on the grassy slope on the outskirts of the ninth city, and suddenly understood something that he had never understood in his previous life.

"Buddha Master!" After thinking for a long time, Liu Chen glanced at the people coming and going on the street of the Ninth City, and suddenly asked lightly: "When did the numbness of the East 6 compatriots begin?"

"In the spring of the sixth year of Rose, the Hangu Pass was defeated, and the King of Canglan fell!" The old monk squinted, and his seemingly cloudy gaze had already crossed the crowd and reached the edge of the sky where the outline could not be seen clearly, "That year, the snow flew in June, and the East 6 forever lost my beloved ......"

"I have not loved them, why do they love me?"

"I saw the snow in the lonely mountain, it was the most beautiful scenery in the north, so I came to see the sword of the south, that is the greatest king by the Canglan River!" The old monk raised his hand and twisted his beard, but still did not look sideways at the loneliness of Liu Chen's face: "Since the beginning of the Taishi, the snow in the north and the sword in the south are the only faith in the hearts of the people of the six people in the east!"

"What is faith?" In an instant, Liu Chen's heart seemed to be torn apart by some kind of force, and he couldn't help himself.

"Since Pangu opened the world, I have a history of more than 30,000 years...... Different races, different descriptions, all of them have been blessed by the Canglan River, which is our mother river, but also our hometown, in order to protect the hometown from being violated, the sages of East 6 have been seeking up and down, so that future generations can know the shame and wisdom...... All the ethnic groups in the East 6 rule the country with filial piety and inherit their families, why is filial piety? Thanksgiving! Fraternity!

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"Hehe!" The old monk slowly sat up straight, and his withered figure was slightly straighter: "The crow has the righteousness of feeding, and the sheep has the grace of kneeling...... As the descendants of the Six Sages, we are grateful for the life given by our parents, the peace protected by kings, the wisdom passed on by our ancestors, and the selfless feeding of the sacred...... Unlike our parents, kings and immortals, Canglan River may never have forced us to be fed back, but since the day we became sensible, our parents, kings and sages have taken the trouble to tell us how we should be grateful...... We have always looked forward to this belove, through the perception of our king, and the perception of the divine vicissitudes, which is the only faith we live and hold onto!"

"Is this the way of East 6?The way of affection?What is affection?" Liu Chen's gaze became more and more misty, until the sunset and dusk of the distant mountains.

"King, will you be in pain? Pain, that is, there is affection!"

"But I don't have the heart...... How do you love?"

"Love, in the soul, ends in knowing...... Whether there is a heart or not, love will always live in the world!"

"Thank you!" Liu Chen struggled to stand up, enduring the dizziness and numbness of his legs after sitting for a long time, he smiled, bowed to the old monk, and his tone was extremely pious: "If in the past, I was protecting for the sake of protection, then after today, I will fight for love, owe their faith, and I will give back at the moment of the end of my life!"

"After the wind and rain, the rainbow comes as promised, at the end of the eternal night, there will be holy light at dawn!" The afterglow of the sunset quietly sprinkled on Liu Chen's shoulders, the old monk chuckled, through the red sun that was about to go away, he folded his hands and sang Sanskrit songs, the quiet evening, the hoarseness that disappeared with the wind, like the Buddha country in the depths of memory, fragrant with the evening bell full of seven miles of incense.

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The moontop treetops, the sea of stars is ethereal.

Crowded in the haystack supported by the burrowed mat, Liu Chen and the old monk leaned on each other, both staring at Liu Zangbing, who had been visibly distracted since returning from the outside.

The three of them are very quiet, the entire shantytown in the south of the city is very quiet, and the singing and dancing in the far street are leveling, as if the two worlds are separated.

Liu Zangbing sat alone under the moon, playing with the red maple in his hand with all his heart, the red that only existed in the depths of his memory, like a dream of saying goodbye to three lives, and the frost was especially beautiful...... I don't know that there is rain in Qiongcheng, the old wind rises in the South Seas, and I don't know that there is a sword in the return, and the autumn in my hometown is strong!

"Today!" Suddenly, Liu Zangbing turned around, faced Liu Chen and the old monk and said with a stupid smile: "I went to work in Yu Baisheng Mansion and noticed Yu Taixuan's prohibition, so I didn't dare to do it......"

Liu Chen and the others nodded one after another, and did not make a sound to interrupt the loneliness of Liu Zangbing.

"After finishing the work, I happened to pass by the flower hall of his house, and I saw that they were listening to the play, so I waited for a while......" Liu Zangbing smiled, and couldn't help but squeeze the red maple in his hand: "Wusheng with shackles is singing about the Luojian Valley that year, when I was born, there was my father and my mother...... When I sang to the Holy Venerable and named me, the heavenly demons were laughing, I don't know what they were laughing at, laughing and laughing, but the martial artist cried on stage...... I don't know what he's crying about, I'm Liu Zangbing, that's right, I'm the maple of Luojian Valley!" )