Dozens of miles away, a frail and manipulated man passed through the mire.

He ran a few steps, stumbled under his feet, and rolled on the ground a few times, his clothes torn, and his face was covered in mud and blood. He craned his neck and raised his head to the sky and let out a muffled roar, like a dying beast or a tattered erhu.

His face was different from left to right, half goshawk and half fly, the half of the fly had its eyes closed and had no breath, and the half of the goshawk was terrified and terrified.

After running like this for a long time, he shouted intermittently: "I can't let him die, I can't let him die, the mountain and sea gate are not dead, how can I plant it in vain?"

The voice was neither a goshawk nor a fly, but a crow.

Or maggot flies.

He knew the key: if the flies died, they would be reborn in the Ice and Snow Pool. How the mountain and sea gate will deal with him, maggots don't mind, but for him, the demon, it is a catastrophe. Even if he is not crushed in the Ice and Snow Divine Pool, he will definitely be discovered by the Shanhaimen, and his thousands of years of dormancy, a hundred years of reincarnation, will fall short from then on, and his wishes and dreams will come to naught.

He ran wildly for a long time, the wounds all over his body burst out, and the blood was like a waterfall, so he fell to his knees, but he was very afraid of Chang Xuan, and he was very afraid of the mountains and seas, so he still crawled hard, crying and shouting while crawling.

He cried out, "You have to live, fly." You want to avenge me. ”

The flies did not answer.

The maggot clenched its teeth, stabbed its palm into its chest, pinched its heart, and bursts of internal force poured out of its palm, injecting it into it. He only felt that his energy flew away, and his vision was blurred, but the hatred in his heart that had not been extinguished for thousands of years burned violently.

He thought, "It's useless for me to live." But flies and flies must not die. I put all the hatred in my heart, the anger in my heart, my sorrow, and my heart's desire. Even if I die completely, as long as I exchange for the destruction of Shanhaimen, then I will be considered to have died. ”

He dreamed of the future when his dreams came true, and he felt so happy that he transmitted the last remaining true qi to the flies. Soon he disappeared without a trace

The goshawk first heard the sad sound of the wind in his ears, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that he was among the countless dead bodies, piled up high, and turned into a small mountain. He was terrified, but he could not move, and the north wind blew, and there seemed to be a fishy smell in the wind. He rolled over, and his bones rolled down the mountain of corpses.

He was very lucky, lying on his back on the ground, if his face was against the ground. The mouth and nose are blocked, and I am afraid that I will suffocate to death.

He took a deep breath, a sharp pain in his chest, and barely looked up. I saw a large hole in my chest, and the blood flowed nonstop. He was scared and wanted to cry. But he only babbled, as if he had become mute at this moment.

He was in a desperate situation and gradually gave up hope of being rescued, but suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves, and someone approached him in the distance. He felt his neck stiffen, as if he was about to die, and prayed from the bottom of his heart to the heavens, longing for a little movement so that the man could see him.

He turned his head to look at the comer, only to hear a woman cry out, "Daddy, that man is still alive." The woman was obviously very young and had a delicate voice, but she had no fear when she saw so many dead people.

I heard a man say: "My good daughter, this little baby is also my Khitan warrior, fighting bravely, and would rather die than surrender." Remember all this, and in the future, no matter how fierce the enemy may be, you must not be afraid, just like this young man. ”

Goshawk thought to himself, "He, he brought her daughter to see the dead, to see the battlefield?"

The woman approached, revealing a very beautiful countenance, she was about fourteen or five years old, a few years older than the goshawk himself. She was wearing a Khitan costume, and although the goshawk was young, she was sensible, and she recognized it as the clothes of the nobles of the Liao Kingdom.

The woman stared at the goshawk for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "Daddy, he can't die." ”

The man approached quickly, stared at the goshawk for a moment, nodded and laughed: "He can't die, his eyes are like eagles, those are not the eyes of a dying person." ”

He called a soldier and patted the goshawk on it. The goshawk only felt warm all over his body, as if he was soaking in a bath, and after a while, the pain disappeared.

Afterwards, he knew that the man in Chinese clothes was the emperor of Liao, and the woman was his youngest daughter, the princess of Liao. And that soldier became his master.

The goshawk will never forget the way she looked at the sea of corpses, not fear, but compassion, some transcendent mercy.

In the young heart of the goshawk, he swore an oath to protect the girl with his life, and to protect her incomparably precious gaze.

He left behind his dignity, his self, his kindness, all kinds of human feelings, and forced himself to become cruel, and that year, the enemy besieged the imperial city, and on the way to the rescue, his mentor was mortally wounded, but he struggled to survive, and for a while he did not die, and the goshawk killed him with his own hands, just because he hindered the march and put his sweetheart in danger.

He saved her, and everything before was gone.

Soon after, she married the Nabarian King of the steppe and became the queen of the Nabarian king Bora, and the goshawk followed her all the time, secretly guarding her side.

She had forgotten him, which was good, there was no emotional entanglement between the two, Goshawk could stay calm at any time, even if she encountered a big danger, he could deal with it calmly.

When he was eighteen years old, his martial arts were far beyond ordinary people, but he didn't let anyone know. No one noticed the details of the goshawk's skills, and in their eyes, he was just an ordinary, one-eyed soldier, who could be seen everywhere and did not need to care. In this way, he was in the shadows, and the enemy was in the light, and no matter how powerful the Assassins came, he took a great advantage.

Later, she was snubbed by her husband, and the king of Nabarian wanted to kill her, and tens of thousands of people chased and killed hundreds of them, and the goshawk was alone, and he and his princess were driven to a dead end.

They all went crazy one by one, crazy for the princess. They were so enveloped in the joy of self-sacrifice that they were so enchanted that they shed blood, and one by one they became wild beasts.

His princess too.

The goshawk looked at her from afar, and for the first time in his life understood his heart: he loved her, and when he first met her, when she took care of him who was seriously injured, comforted him with gentle words, shed tears for him, and laughed for him, the goshawk was captured by unforgettable love.

But he fell in love. It's just that she was pure and kind at that time, but she is far from what she is now.

Her eyes are no longer pure, her heart is no longer kind, she doesn't know what compassion is, she has been drowned in the whirlpool of love and hate. She looked at the horrific cannibalism in front of her and smiled, it was the devil's joy, it was the demon's madness.

She pointed at the goshawk, as if to reproach him for his disrespect. She asked the goshawk to be tied up and smiled, "Start with him." First cut the man into pieces and ate them. ”

The goshawk heard himself laughing, but the voice seemed to be crying, and he wanted to ask for mercy, but he was so angry that he couldn't open his mouth anyway.

He was tortured for three days and three nights, and she liked his silence and didn't want him to die so soon.

When he came to his senses, he was bathed in a sea of blood. It wasn't all his blood.

He didn't know when he had killed her, but her head was in his arms, blood draining and her body cold.

The goshawk held her head up. Holding her close to his chest, he wanted her to look at the scars on her chest again, maybe she could think of herself, maybe she would be kind, compassionate, and merciful again.

But she's dead. That good thing will never come back.

Goshawk thought to himself, "Maybe I'm crazy too." "It's crazy good, crazy wonderful, if it's really crazy. Then you will not experience pain, no despair, no guilt burning and tormenting like the flames of hell, and you will not be tortured all the time

Inexplicably, after a long, long time, poisonous gas gushed out of the valley, and the goshawk thought unconsciously in the poisonous gas. His mind is disordered, he just subconsciously wants to resist the harm of poison gas, he is a sinful madman, but a madman will never kill himself, because madmen are happy.

The attack of the poisonous gas is ever-changing, and the goshawk keeps changing its mind and responds in a thousand strange ways. Some kind of martial arts sprouted in his heart, and he was happy, immersed in the pleasure of delving into esoteric knowledge.

The gas soon had a new trick up its sleeve, as if whispering to the goshawk, telling him to follow it and go deep into the darkness. The goshawk giggled, and his soul followed, where did the road lead to? How could he care at all?

He dived into the swampy pool, sinking all the way, more and more venom pouring in, but the goshawk coped with it.

In a trance, the goshawk felt the swamp envelop him and tear him apart, and a reflection of another self appeared in front of him, which hung in the darkness, shrouded in ghostly light.

The goshawk suddenly had a light in his head, and he asked, "Where is this?"

The reflection said, "This is the mire of evil fire, also called the heavenly pool." I have brought you here to save your life. ”

Goshawk asked, "How do you save me?"

The reflection said, "I will preach your life." ”

The goshawk asked, "What is the way to save my life, and why should I save my life?"

Reflection's tone became extremely vicious, and he shouted, "You have to hold a grudge! Hate those who won't let you die." Every day you live on earth, that hatred deepens. ”

The words of the reflection seemed to reach the goshawk's heart directly, and the venom wrapped in hatred burrowed into his mouth and nose, blinding the goshawk's eyes. The goshawk seemed to have seen countless sights, thousands of truths, but he could not tell for a moment, and he sank deeper and deeper into the mire until he was completely drowned in the fire of hatred.

His love and apology for the princess have changed subtly, and how deep his love is, how hot his hatred is. He had no way of knowing where this hatred came from, the memory was sealed in the depths of his heart, the reflection was nervously guarded in front of him, the goshawk was completely lost, he had forgotten the source of his motives, and the only thing left in his heart was inexplicable hatred.

He entered the gate of mountains and seas and reaped immortality. The reflection, the sinister crow, his prophecy had come true. The mountain and sea gate let the goshawk live forever, then they are his enemies, no reason, no escape, that is the only way in front of the goshawk.

He recovered from the ice and snow god pool of Shanhaimen, and for twenty years, his memory was blank, whether it was a goshawk, a fly, or a maggot, he didn't know his experience in the past twenty years, but twenty years later, he remembered everything.

The revenge that is as difficult as ascending to the sky, the road of killing gods and destroying demons, is thus paved ahead

The goshawk smelled a fragrance in his nose and finally broke free from the dream. His chest hurt terribly, his limbs numb, and he couldn't move.

He heard several women say in unison, "Holy Maiden, have you come to see him again?"

The holy woman said "um" and said, "Stand down, all of you." ”

The women withdrew as they were told, and the holy woman walked up to the goshawk.

She hadn't spoken for a long, long time.

Goshawk's eyes opened a thin slit, staring at the woman in front of him, she seemed to be about twenty years old, and her appearance was vaguely familiar, but Goshawk was delirious and didn't know where he had met her.

She said, "Goshawk, goshawk, is it really you? I have been thinking about you for many years. ”

"Who is she?" he thought, "Who is she? Could it be that she is a princess? Am I in the underworld?" he stared into those eyes, which were full of concern, kindness, and compassion, as if he was afraid that the goshawk would die.

The holy woman kissed him lightly on the forehead, and in an instant, the goshawk's heart swelled with the past, and under the impulse, the great force suddenly appeared, he opened his arms, hugged the woman, pressed her under him, and kissed her lips frantically.

The saint exclaimed in a low voice, but then remained silent, and kissed the goshawk passionately, took off her own clothes, and reached out to pull the goshawk's robe.

The two hugged each other tightly, gradually becoming affectionate, talking thoughtful words, and the goshawk shed tears, pouring out his long-standing regret and confession hundreds of years late in the ear of his sweetheart. (To be continued.) )