Chapter 79 The Immortal Struggle

Zhai Lingxiu originally wanted to go with everyone, but Bai Wuyan refused on the grounds of personal safety and stayed alone in the farmhouse to continue resting.

The other three people, led by the gray-white resentful spirit, came to a shallow beach by the river.

The cold wind is howling, the river is rushing, and time is immortal.

I saw soldiers wearing official uniforms climbing up from the river one after another. Whether they were holding long guns or short knives, the most unified feature was that they all had a long braid hanging down their backs.

Among this group of braided officers and soldiers, there are also a few taller Westerners with blond hair and blue eyes mixed in from time to time. They usually form a team of three or five, holding firecrackers of different lengths in their hands.

However, these organized troops were driven back into the river again and again by a group of disheveled mobs on the shore.

This war, in which the enemy keeps coming back, has been repeated on the shoals along the river for an unknown period of time.

But at the moment, the ragtag commander was not directing the battle. Instead, he was facing off with two men in cloaks, surrounded by many dead souls.

The two men in cloaks probably weren't human either.

One of them had a long tongue hanging out and a mourning stick in his hand. His cloak was white and his robe was also white.

The other one wore a high black hat, with a pair of black fangs bared on his livid face, and said: "I say King Yi, although the souls of these foreign devils are not under our control, you can detain these two soldiers."

The souls are fighting endlessly here, so it's hard for us to deal with the leaders of the underworld."

The man opposite him, known as Wing King, did not say anything, but still stood on his horse's stance, taking the martial arts stance of punching forward and protecting the heart, ready to deal with the onslaught from the opposite side at any time.

However, there didn't seem to be any fighting intention on the other side. The man in the white cloak holding the mourning stick said with a loud tongue: "I say King Yi, we seem to respect you very much, so we can't beat you with acid, but we also want to come."

Scurry."

When King Yi on the opposite side heard this, he couldn't understand what the hell this guy was talking about. He couldn't help but shouted and interrupted: "What are you running about? Don't run around on the battlefield. Go back to where you came from.

I'm busy fighting a war, so I don't have time to talk to you!"

The man with the black hat became anxious when he heard this, and quickly explained: "It's not about running around, it's about persuading. He couldn't speak clearly and couldn't understand. Let me tell you. We are the impermanent souls of the underworld, and we are responsible for the reincarnation of souls."

You are holding these many soldier souls here, and no one can destroy each other, so you keep fighting in this meaningless way. Why bother! You see, they are different from you and have no resentment. If you can let go now

If you let them go to reincarnation, we can promise not to bother you in the future, and you can stay here forever, even if you don't reincarnate."

This black top-hatted soul seems to be making some kind of deal with the Wing King across from him, but in fact he has a very good calculation in his mind. Let alone the two of them, they can't defeat the Wing King together, even if they can.

Come on, as long as he has such a deep obsession, the obsession will turn into resentment and make him unable to reincarnate. So there is no deal at all, only the request to release the souls of many soldiers. Maybe this is what the official is talking about.

Art, even the ghosts of the underworld are no exception.

However, King Yi was not stunned by the sweet words of the black hat soul leader. He saw that his dark golden soul energy surged and he shouted: "Please leave, this is my battlefield!"

The two ghost ghosts were so frightened that their livers and gallbladders were split apart, and they lost their minds. The two ghosts turned around and ran away without saying a word. When Bai Wuyan and the others came, they happened to witness this scene.

The grey-white resentful soul was held by Yao Jingli with the soul-calming flute. As soon as he saw King Yi, he began to struggle hard.

Yao Jingli was originally afraid that the resentful soul would escape, but now she forgot to release it for a moment. She was afraid that King Yi would misunderstand, so she quickly explained: "King Yi, please don't misunderstand, we have no ill intentions, we just want to see you, please let this brother lead the way.

I will hand him back to you now."

Seeing that the other party had released his brother as promised, King Yi didn't say anything more. He just walked quickly to his men and asked carefully: "Are you okay? Have they done anything bad to you?"

The gray-white resentful soul was very moved when he heard this. He replied and apologized: "My subordinates are incompetent. I'm fine. It's just that they took off your sword and said they wanted to talk to you about something."

After hearing this, Bai Wuyan explained unhurriedly: "We were just staying at a farmhouse. After hearing about the strange things, we happened to meet this brother who came to get the sword. We didn't want to arrest anyone and use the sword. We only found out after understanding the inside story.

It's just a misunderstanding."

After hearing this, King Yi turned his attention to the brother under his command, and when he saw him nodding his head firmly, King Yi's mood became calmer.

Only then did Bai Wuyan reveal the long sword and slowly asked King Yi: "King Yi, is your sword indeed this one?"

"Exactly." King Yi personally confirmed.

"Then I can return the sword to you now, but I still have a few questions here. I want to ask King Yi for advice. I wonder if King Yi can tell you the truth?" Bai Wuyan faced King Yi, and his momentum was also high.

He was not inferior to the other party at all, and every word he said was sonorous and powerful, making people feel that he could not be offended.

"What's the problem? You tell me first." King Yi spoke concisely and to the point, taking the sword in a neither humble nor overbearing manner.

"King Yi, now you have been defeated and dead, do you know?" Bai Wuyan's first question pointed directly at the crux of the problem, without any evasion.

"Although I know, I feel unwilling to do so, as if I am still alive." Although King Yi answered calmly, what came to mind was the magnificent war years.

"Then what are you unwilling to accept?" Bai Wuyan asked after hearing this.

King Yi Fuying sighed and said: "What I am not willing to accept is that the King of Heaven does not want to make progress. The other kings have their own evil intentions and fight on their own. The Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was destroyed in one day."

Is it possible that the only things that King Yi is unwilling to accept are these plots and military struggles? Then why does he have such deep resentment?

Bai Wuyan was thinking in his mind and couldn't help but ask: "Then what exactly did you do when you raised the army during your lifetime?"

"My lifelong struggle is not for power and position, but for the hope of building a better ideal country. Many of us are just like the leaders of the peasant uprisings in the pre-Qin era. Princes, generals, and ministers would rather have their own kind. However, almost

Over the millennia, although dynasties have changed and kings have changed hands, it is still as if they are destined to be princes and generals. In my opinion, it may be due to the distribution system and talent selection mechanism of the entire society in most cases.

It's not that fair and reasonable." King Yi's answer was beyond everyone's expectations. His perspective and opinions seemed to be beyond ordinary people's, and he might be the most sober in history.
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