"Who?" Baili Fengjian asked loudly, squinting his eyes with an inquiring look.
"I, Zuo Tingzhi, had an encounter with Baili Sword Master one hundred and twenty years ago."
I really don't remember this person, but I can guess why he came without asking much.
He didn't want to mention these things in front of Jing Che, so he stood up and said, "Master will talk to you in detail later, and you can sleep a little longer."
When she withdrew her right hand, she found that there was a thin layer of wet sweat on it. Involuntarily, she turned back to look at Jing Che. She simply turned towards the stone wall with resentment and ignored him.
Knowing that too many people live too tiredly, he said this to his little apprentice silently in his heart. Then he held his fingers empty and twisted an inch of his sleeves into his palms, letting the sweat dry before walking out the door.
The person outside the stone gate stood tall and tall under the ever-glazing lamp, with an elegant face that was handsome and thin, with a sense of righteousness that was not angry and self-respecting. His eyebrows were deep and quiet. Compared with Qiying, he was less violent and impulsive, and more calm.
and thinking.
"It's you." Baili Fengjian remembered it and didn't show any surprise. He just said it lightly.
He has always been too lazy to remember people's names and only recognizes people by their faces. Besides, most people will tell themselves their family name when they meet him, so there is no need for everyone to take care of them.
He never knew much about things in the south, but Zuo Tingzhi really left a deep impression on him.
When Zhenyi was still fighting, Zuo Tingzhi rose from a mere poor scholar to the position of admiral of three cities in the south in three years. It must be said to be a miracle in the officialdom. That year, Baili Fengjian took over as a general in the imperial capital.
When I saw him when I was in office, I secretly sighed. I didn't expect that such a scholar and scholar was actually the legendary admiral of the three cities who was resolute and tough-minded.
"I didn't expect that the Sword Master would still remember me," he bowed his hands in a humble manner and sighed, "The first time I saw the Sword Master a hundred years ago was during the general worship ceremony. I just thought about how I could follow the Sword Master into battle with the majestic body of a man to kill the enemy.
Unfortunately, I am just a scholar with no power, so I can only sit behind the screen and write and write."
Hearing the other meaning in his words, Baili Fengjian just blocked his words slowly: "Now that you are standing on the front line, there is no regret."
Zuo Tingzhi was such a smart man. He knew that when facing Baili Fengjian, he no longer needed to make insinuations and tests, so he opened the window and said frankly: "It is a pity that I can't fight side by side with the Sword Master."
"I have already escaped from the world, you don't need to bother asking me to come out."
There was a bit of anger in his tone: "The Sword Master has also seen with his own eyes that our people are now being slaughtered by others. Yesterday, all the Zhenyi people in Kunfang City can be said to have died for the Sword Master. Didn't the Sword Master have any
Not shaken at all?"
"Precisely because of this, I can't fight side by side with you for revenge." He frowned lazily, and his expression was also righteous.
I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me. Baili Fengjian no longer wants to be in this strong sense of guilt. What's more, no matter he saves it or not, the world is in such a bad state, it will be a long time ago
foregone conclusion.
"After so many years of drunken dreams, has the Sword Master not recovered from what happened back then?!" Zuo Tingzhi knew the importance, and it was a helpless move to stimulate him to reveal people's scars, so he could only stop there and not talk to him.
Elaborate.
Everyone knew what happened back then, so they allowed the Sword Master to hide from the world for so many years.
When Baili Fengjian recalled those years, his mind was filled with crimson blood, so intense that he could not erase it.
The man's voice and smile were soaked in this blood, so long that he could no longer see clearly. It was like a jar of strong wine that had been brewed for hundreds of years. Just one sniff of it made him choke his nose and almost make him drink.
tears.
He clenched his fingers tightly, and the joints were already covered with a layer of greenish white, but he still had a neutral expression, covering up his slight anger: "Even if you live in a drunken dream, it is better than sacrificing in vain."
"A useless sacrifice?" Zuo Tingzhi said with the unique eloquence of a literati, speaking clearly and with righteous indignation: "Even though Jiahuang Mountain can protect the few villages of survivors at the foot of the mountain, with the Lincang people's unscrupulous methods, can
Can we protect it for the rest of our lives? We watched helplessly as batches of puppet slaves with their minds stripped out were transported from the Yunhunhu Tiger's sleeping place for the nobles to play with. We were unable to do anything. We finally found the Yunhunhuhu's sleeping place, but we couldn't get close at all. We,
Do those who are alive outside have to sit back and wait for death until the day when the entire clan is destroyed?"
What he said is absolutely correct. It's not like Baili Fengjian hasn't heard or thought about these things.
The Yunhun Tiger Sleeping Place is infamous, but it is located in a secret place. No one has known its exact location for hundreds of years. It was the place where the Lincang Empire imprisoned the Zhenyi people. Those who entered it became mindless slaves when they came out.
Zhenyi was born tall and beautiful, with a soft body and fair and firm skin. Unlike the Lincang people, who had thick bones and was good at wielding swords and guns, these beautiful puppet-like dolls were the best tools for nobles from all over the world to play with.
.
There are more than a million Zhenyi people imprisoned in the Yunhunhu Sleeping Ground, but only a hundred slaves are released every year. No one knows what happened to the remaining people.
It's not that he hasn't tried hard, but he has fallen too hard. He has lost so much that he has nothing to care about. The world is so big, how can he overthrow it with one sword?
Ha... With his negativity at this point, he is no longer worthy of holding a sword.
He doesn't deserve it, he doesn't deserve such respect from the world, let alone the word "holy".
Even though he was drunk and dreaming, he was not afraid of the world's criticism. He just didn't want to embark on the bloody road again. Now he only wanted to protect A'che, ensure that she grew up safely, and then send her to the bottom of the imperial mausoleum. As for the ultimate secret in Sui Sheng's mouth,
What, he actually doesn't care much. Because he doesn't believe that there is any secret that can subvert the whole world.
What is dead is dead. It cannot be saved.
Zhenyi died.
She also died. Her body was right in front of him that year, and his sword was in his hand. But if he wanted to exchange the murderous sword for the power of heaven, he was not a god, so he couldn't do it.
A trace of coldness passed through his eyes, but more, the unclear and turbid drunkenness was like a flood swallowing an isolated island, swallowing up his last hesitation: "I am afraid of death if I want to save people. Where the Yunhunhu sleeps, I don't want to."
Dare to break in."
"Sword Master!" He wanted to persuade again, but the stone door that moved and closed blocked his enthusiasm.
Zuo Tingzhi suddenly understood where the helplessness on his face came from when he had a long conversation with Qiying before coming.
Qiying said, "Now even if thousands of clan members kneel down and beg, it will be difficult to stop the Sword Master's determination to escape from the world. We once mistakenly thought that the Sword Master was Zhuge Liang, and we only need to look at the thatched cottage three times to impress him. How could we know that the Sword Master is already a person with a heart like this?"
It’s ashes...that’s all. If you don’t believe it, just try it.”
He believed it. But he was unwilling to give in. Without the power of the Sword Master in this battle, the chance of success in breaking into the Cloud Soul Tiger's Sleeping Land was almost zero!
When he thought of those suffering tribesmen, he...
There was a trace of sadness on the elegant and calm face, and the hand holding the pen hit the stone wall heavily, causing the candlelight of the ever-burning lamp to flicker.
*****
Unknowingly, after drinking for the rest of the night, Baili Fengjian, who was smelling of alcohol, unceremoniously picked up Jing Che from the bed and wanted to say goodbye and leave.
Although he was resolute, he couldn't bear to see the disappointed expressions of his clan members. If he stayed any longer and people came to lobby him every day, he would feel extremely guilty even if he didn't waver.
Then he should run away or hide. This is what he has been doing for hundreds of years and what he is best at.
Jing Che held his nose and complained that he smelled drunk. The boss reluctantly said that he had to visit Qiying before leaving, so he left Baili Fengjian in the room. He was bored waiting, so he picked up his gourd again.
Start drinking. This gourd is a treasure. It has been with him for decades. Although it doesn't look big, it can hold at least five jars of wine.
In one case, the wine was suffocating in the throat, but in the other case, it was quite exciting.
"Are you feeling better? I shouldn't have insisted on going my own way in the secret passage, but it hurt you." Jing Che stood in front of Qiying's hospital bed, still a little scared, so he was extremely sincere at this time. She was even a little embarrassed because she was bitten
He lost his right hand, forcing him to hold the sword with his left hand.
"I'm not in the way," he said with a pale face. It was more like a white lie just to comfort the little girl: "It's just that when you do things in the future, Ah Che, you should worry more about what's behind you. Don't be so disobedient again."
I advise you not to compromise."
In fact, he didn't listen very carefully. Jing Che didn't like being lectured or being taught how to do things by others. He just wasn't that familiar with Qi Ying and couldn't do as he pleased like Baili Fengjian. At this time, he nodded absentmindedly.
Can't wait to change the topic: "Brother Qiying, let me see how your injury is now."
After saying that, he couldn't help but want to take off his quilt.
Qiying was from a traditional military background, and had always respected the strict rule of men and women not being intimate with each other. At this time, a blush appeared on his pale face, but he pretended to be calm and held the quilt calmly, and his voice trembled unconsciously:
"Ache, actually I'm fine."
"That's it." Jing Che took back his hand, scratched his hair, and gave a clear smile, "Then I have to leave, but since Master has formed an alliance with you, we will meet again in the future."
Qiying looked at Jingche with some confusion: "The Sword Master has not formed an alliance with us. He will take you back to Jiahuang Mountain during this trip, and he will not interfere with the restoration of the country in the south."
Jing Che almost jumped up in surprise. Last night, she vaguely overheard the man saying to the master, "It's a pity that I can't fight alongside the Sword Master." She thought that the master would definitely agree to such an obvious invitation. Save
How could he still choose to sit back and watch such an important matter in the world, such as the restoration of his clan?
——How much alcohol did he drink to be so confused? So many clan members died yesterday, and even she, a girl, has boiling blood and is willing to fight for the world, but why is he still so cold?
Jing Che was so angry that he didn't say a word and rushed out of the room with undisguised anger on his face.