Looking at Wei Ziyan's leaving figure, Zhou Jianlai noticed that every time the old man took a step forward, his thin body became more rickety and aging.
At the end, when he walked to the stone table in the yard, stretched out a pair of rough wrinkled, weathered hands, grabbed the edge of the stone table and stood still, Zhou Jianlai suddenly felt a thump in his heart. He actually felt the heavy lifelessness from the old man. He couldn't help but think about it.
When the time limit for the death of the old man to be cut off by Taoist Tianwu was approaching, his heart suddenly clenched into a ball and he was suffocated by pain.
In Zhou Jianlai's heart, the old man in front of him is the real saint who cares about the world, far better than those who sit on the dragon throne and often talk about loving the people like a son, and those guys who are called saints regardless of the suffering in the world.
We are a thousand times more respectable.
But is fate too unfair to him?
He single-handedly saved the lives of millions of people in Dayu, but the people of Dayu had forgotten him. However, few people in later generations who still remember him or have heard about his life and deeds understand his greatness.
With great virtue and great kindness, I am afraid it would not be wrong to say in an unrighteous way that "we are greedy for life and afraid of death, we sell ourselves to others for glory, and we live in an ignoble way."
As if sensing the sadness and dissatisfaction in Zhou Jianlai's heart, Wei Ziyu suddenly said: "I have dedicated my life to the people of Wei Dynasty. I have no regrets. I don't need anyone to understand me, and I don't need anyone to understand me. You understand."
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He said this, but his heart ached. He thought she would understand him, but unexpectedly, she didn't understand him at all, and even wanted to expose his scars before he died.
He originally thought that she had him in her heart, just like him, she had always been in his heart. But due to their identities, there was no result between them in this life, and they could only miss each other silently. But today, this box
Songhua Gao told him that it turned out that she was not the one who asked people to send a box of Songhua Gao every New Year's Eve these years. It was just his wishful thinking.
But, who sends the songhua cake every year? Who else in the world besides her knows that he likes to eat songhua cake?
Wei Ziyu couldn't find the answer in his heart.
Snapped!
Wei Ziyan slapped the edge of the stone table with his palm, pushed the stone table and the stone bench to the eaves of the side, then stretched out his hand to grab it, and pulled out a five-foot long sword from the void, with a dark copper hilt and a silver blade.
, there are two bright red blood lines on each side of the sword body, leading from the tip to the hilt.
"This is my sword that drinks blood." Wei Ziyu said, "You have merged with King Wei's sword and sword. You have learned some sword moves of the Wei family sword, and you should have understood the essence of the sword technique, but it is not comprehensive, thorough, or profound.
.In the next five days, I will teach you Wei Jiajian and my own insights into the way of swordsmanship. Just watch and listen. If you don’t understand something, just ask. Don’t be embarrassed to ask, and don’t think about your future.
Go and understand. My time is running out."
Without giving Zhou Jianlai time to feel sad, Wei Ziyan held the sword flower in his hand and unfolded the Wei family sword after saying this. Zhou Jianlai immediately calmed down and watched carefully, not daring to miss the slightest detail.
Festival.
…
At eight o'clock in the morning, Taoist Tianwu returned to the Li family's residence. But without resting for a moment, he took Zhang Xiaopou and Niu Dawa and left through the air, heading in the direction of Baihuang Mountain.
Halfway through the journey, a big black dog suddenly jumped out of the void. It was as fat as a ball and had shiny fur. It spoke human words and greeted Tianwu Taoist. Then Zhang Xiaopou was shocked and Niu Dawa cursed loudly.
The black dog rushed forward, bit Niu Dawa's neck, dragged him away, and disappeared from Zhang Xiaozu's sight in the blink of an eye.
Tianwu Daoist told Zhang Xiaozu not to worry about Niu Dawa, and told him that this big black dog was the demon king who gave Niu Dawa the inheritance of demon cultivation. He was probably here to give guidance to Niu Dawa in his cultivation, otherwise he was afraid that he would die due to lack of skills.
On the war zone.
"Master, it seems that all the sects and gangs attach great importance to battlefield experience, and they have sent outstanding disciples to participate in the battle. Although the disciple has never been on the battlefield, he also knows that personal bravery is insignificant in front of millions of troops. At this moment, it is still
The next moment you are alive, you may be in a different place. The moment of life and death is extremely dangerous. Don't these sects and gangs not only care about their outstanding disciples dying on the battlefield?" Zhang Xiaozhu asked about the confusion in his heart.
"Haha, worry is inevitable, but the benefits of battlefield experience make them willing to take risks. Let me tell you a simple and straightforward statistics. In the five to ten years after the last war, Dayu had a total of 675
People are promoted to the Star Realm. However, this number is definitely not accurate. The actual number should be a little higher.
According to statistics, 653 of the 675 newly promoted people had experienced massacres and survived by luck. Although the remaining 22 people had not experienced massacres,
But I have experienced a few small battles, and I can be considered to have survived the war years.
In the forty-six and seven years since the tenth year of the war, Dayu has only promoted seventy-six people to the Star Realm.
Most of the neighboring countries around Dayu were also like this.
Now you should understand why various sects and gangs value battlefield experience so much, right?"
After listening to Taoist Tianwu's story, Zhang Xiaopou was so shocked that he opened his mouth. The data told him straightforwardly and clearly that battlefield experience can help cultivators enter the star realm. No wonder these sects and gangs heard about war and not only ignored it.
Snakes and scorpions stay far away, but flock to them.
"Many people have been studying and exploring this issue, but in the end there is no clear statement. One of the statements recognized by most people is that war can stimulate and unlock the hidden deep fighting will of human beings. They call it the awakening of the deep fighting will.
The awakening of the deep fighting will can raise a person's state of mind to a higher level, making it easier to break through the shackles and step into the star realm. As for what exactly the deep fighting will is, no one can tell. Anyway, I haven't felt it.
." Tianwu Taoist said.
"Deep fighting will." Zhang Xiaozu muttered and wrote it down, then asked: "Since war experience is so important, why do they send so many disciples?"
"Are you stupid?"
The martial arts master gave Zhang Xiaopou a clue and said with a smile: "The battle is still unclear. Who knows who will win and who will lose. If we all go out in such a senseless way, once we are defeated, even if the sect is not destroyed, our vitality will be greatly damaged."
.This is a serious matter, so we have to wait and see first.”
"Hehe, this disciple is confused." Zhang Xiaopou said with a smile as he touched his beaten forehead.
"Of course, by first sending some outstanding disciples to participate in the war, each sect expressed its stance to Emperor Su, expressing their loyalty to the empire. Because Emperor Su has always been unfriendly to sectarian forces, who knows if he will take this opportunity to attack sectarian forces again
Let's go on a killing spree." Taoist Tianwu said again.
"Again?" Zhang Xiaozu was surprised.
"Ha" Taoist Tianwu sneered and said: "Back then, there were thousands of sects in the Southern Territory, but after Zhang Butcher chopped down the melons and vegetables, there were only more than 300 sects left in the entire Southern Territory. Now if you want to establish a sect, you must
Report it to the government first and wait for approval, otherwise you will be regarded as a bandit by the government, and you may be surrounded by a large army when you wake up."
Zhang Xiaozhu couldn't help shrinking his neck in fear when he heard that thousands of sects were slaughtered until only about 300 were left. Several times he heard that Butcher Zhang's deeds were related to massacre, and he couldn't help but ask: "Master, Zhang
Is the butcher a good or bad person?"
"Scum!"
"You bastard!"
"Giving a son without an asshole!"
“It’s rotten even if you have an asshole!”
"" Hearing Taoist Tianwu curse, Zhang Xiaopou couldn't help but was speechless and asked cautiously: "Master, do you have a grudge against him?"
"The hatred is as deep as the sea!" Taoist Tianwu said through gritted teeth.
"Ah?!" Zhang Xiaozu was surprised. Taoist Tianwu had mentioned Butcher Zhang before, but he didn't feel any hatred from Taoist Tianwu's words or tone.
"Hey, we can't bring back the past!" Taoist Tianwu sighed and said, "If you meet the descendants of Butcher Zhang in the future, you will beat them all and make me angry."
"I will obey the master's instructions." Zhang Xiaozu responded.
"We're here." Taoist Tianwu said, and he led Zhang Xiaopeng to the top of a mountain.
Zhang Xiaozu looked forward and saw ashes of burning in the valley at the foot of the mountain. He recognized where this place was with just one glance. It was the valley where he, Qi Yoyo and others encountered the big-toothed ghost that night.
It’s just that I don’t know who put out the fire. Otherwise, if the fire spreads, it will definitely burn down the entire Baihuang Mountain.
"There are hundreds of thousands of ghosts sealed in the valley here." Taoist Tianwu said as he looked at the valley below. "Back then, Liu Mang coaxed 170,000 big-toothed prisoners to come here and killed them all with a fire. Then the bald donkeys invited by Liu Mang
They were forcibly suppressed, so that the resentment persisted and turned into ghosts after so many years. Last night, the old man came to check and found that the seal set by Bald Donkey back then had been loosened, and one was ebbing and the other was ebbing. It would not take a few years for these ghosts to break through.
