Take your eyes off your fist and raise your head slightly.

"The essence of cultivators is different from that of ordinary people, have you always felt that way? ”

"Have you always affirmed the disparity between your ordinary self and absolute power? ”

Facing the bright white sky, Yougen restrained a mocking smile on his face, and a complex light flashed in his eyes.

"So what is the meaning of your existence in such a world dominated by power?"

"Is it a time when memories have faded?"

"Or are you numb and ready for a future that belongs to you, but is not up to you?"

The depths of his eyes shone with water, and his face was full of solemnity, and he blinked, and forced his tears back.

"This world is a world of power!"

"This world belongs to the world of cultivators!"

"You think so, don't you?"

Through the blessing of vitality, there is a root that deliberately raises the volume.

He lowered his right fist and brought it to his side.

"That's right. ”

"Powerful cultivators are indeed much stronger than you. ”

I'm so much stronger than you.

"But. ”

The voice gradually lowered, the tone gradually turned flat, and the solemn face of Yougen slowly lowered his head.

"Have you ever thought that this power does not control the world? ”

"Have you ever thought that this kind of power is given by this world!"

"The power of a cultivator comes from this world. ”

"You also belong to this world. ”

There was a soft whisper, which fell into the ears of everyone in the audience, but it was as clear as a drop of water falling on the surface of a quiet lake.

A fresh breeze blew through the camp, and the breeze stirred up the beards of the people.

Liu Heng's soldiers stood quietly in the wind, and many unkempt captives raised their heads from the wind.

"Someone may have said to you that some people are born different from you. ”

"Perhaps you have heard that certain people are favored by heaven and earth. ”

"So, some people can practice when they are born, but you can't. ”

"So, some people are cultivators, but you are not. ”

One strode forward, and he walked to the edge of the plank.

He paused.

"All of these are lies!"

One lifted his right foot and stepped on the side of the first stick attached to the plank.

"A precept from a sage?"

"An ancestral precept that has been passed down from generation to generation since 10,000 years ago?"

Step by step, he walked down the high platform with the wooden stick, and frost rose like ice on his face.

"Your thoughts are being swayed again and again. ”

"Your fate has been distorted again and again. ”

"Just because. ”

One foot finally stepped on the soft mud around the high platform, and stepped on the dense green grass.

Arigen's eyes were looking straight ahead.

The corners of his mouth turned upwards slightly, and he smiled again.

"The precepts and the ancestral teachings are from the population!"

The sound of sudden elevation was like a thunderclap that resounded through the clear sky.

There is a pole in front of the high platform, and the gaze of everyone around the high platform is accepted.

There are no more captives who care about the ropes tied to their wrists.

"I know you've been fooled time and time again, and I know you can't do anything about it. ”

"I also know that you may have been conscious. ”

"It's just that you've deliberately forgotten about it. ”

"I ask you. ”

"Ask yourselves, too. ”

Yougen closed his mouth and paused for a moment, waiting for the mist that suddenly rose between his eyes to dissipate before he spoke again under the gaze of everyone.

"How long have you been drifting along this vast land?"

"How long have you been at the mercy of others?"

"On the battlefield, the disappearance of more than 10,000 soldiers is not as good as the life and death of the main general. ”

"Is it fair?"

Fair?

"In the fields, half a lifetime's work is not as good as the day's sleep and food of those who hold power. ”

"Is it fair?"

Fair?

Arigen raised his head again and looked at the bright white blue sky again.

"I'll ask you again. ”

"When you put down your hoes, pick up your strange swords, and go to a foreign land in order to survive. ”

"Have you ever hesitated?"

Hesitating?

Lowering his head again, Yougen cast his gaze to Liu Heng's soldiers who were in a neat queue.

On his indifferent face, uncontrollable tears welled up from the corners of his eyes.

"Have you ever thought about it?"

Hot tears continued to slide down his scarred cheeks, and he felt his lips tremble slightly.

There was a cry in his voice.

In the crying cavity is full of firmness.

"The youngest son under his knees, will he grow up?"

"Gray-haired parents, are they in good health?"

"The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law who work hard all day at home have you remarried?"

"Your home. ”

Biting his lip slightly with his teeth, the root's body trembled slightly.

"Still !?"

In the camp, the wind was getting stronger.

The wind seemed to be mixed with sand.

A lot of sand seems to blow into people's eyes, and many people are in tears.

Even if he is alone, the softness hidden deep in his heart is touched by the words of the root.

No one howled, no one sobbed quietly.

Everyone still looks at the roots.

Yougen closed his eyes tightly, and he was holding back the tears that he couldn't stop.

After waiting for a moment, Yougen Fang reopened his washed eyes.

He took a deep breath and let out a loud cry.

"Who are the sword soldiers!?"

"What have you believed all your life, and what have you believed!?"

"Because of all the injustices that have been inflicted on you, sooner or later your home will be ruined!"

"If your lives are lost here, your home will cease to exist!"

Yougen raised his right hand, his right palm spread out towards the sky.

He stretched out his hand to the stone brain standing in front of the high platform, already in tears.

"Pour the wine. ”

Yougen's eyes did not squint, and he deliberately lowered his voice.

Hearing this, Shi Nao's body trembled and carefully put the porcelain cup that had already been covered in his hand on the palm of Yougen.

Then, the naphtha quickly turned around, took the feather and handed it over, and opened the mud-sealed wine jar.

Pouring wine into the porcelain bowl with a palm, the tearful naphtha hugged the wine jar tightly around his chest with both hands, never wanting to let go again.

Holding the glass full of liquor in front of him, there was a bright eye with slightly lower pupils, staring intently at the pale yellow liquor that shook on the surface of the cup.

There was a moment of silence, and the pupils of Yougen were slightly raised, and he looked straight ahead.

His gaze passed through the large camp full of people, and his gaze went beyond the wide field.

He was in the wilderness and seemed to see himself.

He saw a carefree smile on his own face, and he saw his smiling parents standing behind him.

Arigen's face stiffened.

The tears on his face were also dry.

Then, tremblingly, he stretched out the cup filled with rice wine, and he stretched it forward.

There was no one in front of him, only one road.

A road through the big camp.

"Give me a chance!"

"Give yourselves a chance!"

"I'll take you back!"

Take you home.

"Take you to a reunion with your loved ones!"

After the next chapter, the book will be on the shelves, thank you for your support.