Chapter five hundred and eighty second on the ninety-four: or jump in the abyss, no blame
The vast military formation dispersed in an instant, strangled towards the God who supported the sky. The battle flag of the Qin State was flying in the underground world. The most famous general of the Qin Dynasty waved his arms. Then, Bai Ze watched helplessly as the power was so powerful.
The spirit that even the sky can support is being held back tightly.
Bai Ze's eyes widened and he murmured:
"Bai Qi, are you using the military formation to fight against yourself with the help of your own strength?"
"Those who have power control power for the sake of profit. Those who are soldiers use deceit."
"If you attack and you are sure to take it, attack what it is and don't defend it; if you defend it and you are sure to consolidate it, you can defend what it is and don't attack it."
Bai Qi's moves blended the attack style of the art of war. The old professor was stunned, but Bai Ze suddenly reacted and without hesitation, turned around and ran out for several steps, then suddenly turned back, picked up Dong Yuefeng, and continued to move towards him.
Run towards the inner hall.
The sudden movement made the old man unable to react for a moment. He was startled. Then he lowered his head and looked at Bai Ze, reached out and patted his shoulder and said:
"You, you, you, so what?!"
"Bai Qi is not a serious opponent."
"What?!"
"That is the God who supports the sky, one of the thirty-six strongest beings in the Kunlun Mountains and Sea."
"It is the original scripture of Pangu, replacing the existence of Buzhou Mountain."
"The target that Chong Li and Jia are targeting together is Zhu Jiuyin."
Bai Ze gritted his teeth and replied: "Perhaps when Bai Qi was in his prime, at the end of the Age of Gods, he could lead the top army of that era and fight against an existence of Chong Li's level with a tragic casualty ratio, and even suppress him. I believe that,
But there is an important point."
"Heavy strength comes from oneself, while famous generals come from the army."
"No matter how you use your troops like a god, the army will be lost, people will die, arrows will be consumed, swords will curl, and stamina will disappear quickly. In other words, Bai Qi's combat effectiveness will begin to decline after he starts fighting, and he will continue to do so.
The speed is decreasing faster and faster, not to mention now..."
"The current Bai Qi is just the remaining fighting spirit of a sword."
"The current army is just a military force here. Cultivation does not mean you can do it just because you think you can do it. In modern terms, Bai Qi is like the number one e-sports player in the world, with the most powerful consciousness in history.
, and ended up crawling out of the coffin.”
"My hands are trembling. His old body is completely unable to exert his full strength. He can only barely control a bunch of first-level soldiers to deal with the full-level heroes on the opposite side. Unfortunately, the opposite side is also Zhuan Xu's general, who is a top opponent."
"Now Bai Qi has no energy, no other advantages, and even his own will is weakening over time. He can only rely on consciousness to delay. Just like this, how long can it be delayed?!"
"What...what should I do?"
Dong Yuefeng spoke subconsciously, he was an old man after all, and this was not what he was good at.
Bai Ze regained his composure, quickly ran to the inner hall and answered:
"wait!"
Bai Ze said: "Old Dong, please understand... Bai Qi is not a fighting general. Although he is good at commanding individual battles and annihilation battles, he is also good at strategic arrangements. He has never been defeated in his life, and an irritable woman told him
I believe that the art of war does not only exist to annihilate the enemy."
"The art of war is to use force to achieve one's own goals."
"And the purpose is not just to kill the enemy."
Bai Qi waved the war sword in his hand, using a battle formation to block the God who supported the sky.
With every breath, the war martyrdom is shattered. With every breath, his advantage is getting lower and lower, but because of these small chances of victory, Zhong becomes more and more passionate and determined. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Zhong's victory is only a matter of time.
The problem.
Bai Qi's soul strength continued to decrease.
But his face was so indifferent that there was no trace of emotion on his face, and he was just invisibly consuming the God who supported the sky.
When Bai Ze recalled the war goddess Jiutian Xuannv revered by the Chinese military strategists, he whispered:
"Bai Qi's goal, or strategic goal, is not to defeat the God who holds the sky."
"But delay! Delay until the First Emperor recovers. As long as the First Emperor recovers and takes control of Xuanyuan, even just Xuanyuan Sword Qi can still cause heavy damage to the God of Heaven Support, which is equivalent to crushing the real goal of the God of Heaven Support in a strategic sense.
, defeated him."
"It even directly interrupts the overall layout of Dahuang."
"Don't care about winning or losing a battle, but focus on the overall situation."
"He even uses himself as a drain and bait, and deliberately adopts hard-hitting tactics that will surely lead to defeat. From time to time, he will show weakness, causing him to attack more fiercely, and he will lose. But in terms of the big macro strategy, the most important thing is
We already lost when we faced each other..."
"Damn it, indeed, this is the true style of a military commander."
"It's completely different from normal human brain circuits."
The old man subconsciously said: "Then why don't you turn it on now?"
Bai Ze, who knows everything, gritted his teeth: "Can't open it!"
"The First Emperor is a dead person, and he died for some special reasons. His soul was reunited with the stimulation of Xuanyuan Sword Qi, just like those natural gathering phenomena in the world. You wake him up now,
His soul failed to fully gather, and the consequences would be disastrous..."
He shuddered: "Maybe it will turn into a state like premature dementia."
"The worst thing is being in a vegetative state."
"The potter will definitely chop me alive, and Bai Qi will chop me up."
"They definitely don't mind having another dish in Shanhai Realm."
It's like putting Erha in the Siberian snowfields and automatically unlocking IQ.
After discovering that all thighs cannot be counted on.
In other words, when his thigh was about to get farther and farther away from him, Bai Ze briefly turned on the reliable mode.
Burn IQ.
But turning his head to look at the battle situation on Bai Qi's side, Bai Ze saw cold sweat on his forehead. He gritted his teeth and stretched out his palms to press on the door. He didn't know if he should open it now or wait for a while. He kept thinking crazily in his mind.
, open it, bear it for a while, open it, bear it for a while.
Open it... hold it in for a while...
I can't bear it anymore!
Finally, Bai Ze exerted a heavy force on his palm.
He grabbed a handful of coins from his cuff.
There was a pious look on his face.
"At this time, it's time for fortune telling."
The old professor's big gasp was almost missed.
My blood pressure suddenly went up.
Among Bai Ze's friends was Feng Hou, a direct descendant of Fu Xi. Of course, he learned a lot. That was the innate gossip that was directly passed down. He immediately laid it out and then unraveled it. The final hexagram was a little strange. Bai Ze looked at the innate gossip.
Hexagram, whispered:
"On the 9th day of the Sutra: Do not use the hidden dragon. On the 94th day of the Sutra: If you jump into the abyss, there is no fault."
"This is……"
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"On the 9th day of the Sutra: Do not use the hidden dragon. On the 94th day of the Sutra: If you jump into the abyss, there is no fault."
Western Zhou·Spring and Autumn Period.
A green bull drove staggeringly out of Zhou's royal capital, and then headed west.
The old man on the green ox cart was talking to himself about the hexagram.
This year Confucius Zhongni passed away, and a few years after his death, various countries solicited Confucius' disciples with incomparable eagerness, even more eagerly than when Confucius was still alive. Confucius' disciples were scattered all over the world. For example, Wei Wenhou removed
In addition to showing extreme respect, he personally worshiped Zixia as his teacher.
And now, there are already signs of such changes.
The young charioteer once whispered in despair:
"Why didn't they respect the Master when he was still alive?"
The old man put down the hexagram and told a story with a smile:
"There was a man named Ye who liked dragons very much. There were dragon patterns everywhere in his house and on his clothes. The whole world knew that he liked dragons. But one day, when the majestic real dragon came to him
When he was in front of me, he backed away in fear and even kicked off his shoes as he tried to stay away from him."
"Your master is a dragon. His morals are too lofty and his goals are too vast."
"The whole world respects him because he wants to establish a reputation as a sage. But when he actually appears in front of them and sees with their own eyes that saint who does not belong to this era, they will only think of themselves and be afraid.
And stay away.”
The young man was silent for several days.
When he arrived near Hangu Pass that day, he raised his eyes and looked at the city over there. It seemed to be in the direction of Da Qin, a place that was denounced as a barbarian by the Central Plains. The old man said that he wanted to come down for a walk, and the young chariot supported him.
The old man looked into the distance, and when it got dark, he lit a bonfire. The old man smiled and asked:
"What do you think of the mountain you're looking at today?"
"How is this water?"
The young man answered one by one.
And when he finished answering, the old man asked him: "How is the world?"
This time the young man sighed complicatedly: "I don't know."
The master is gone. The legacy of Duke Zheng Zhuang, who once dominated one area and was defended in all directions, is gone. The storms and winds of those years blew it away, leaving not even the ancestral property behind. Later generations have also cut off the sacrifices to this overlord of the Spring and Autumn Period. Seeing this with my own eyes, and
Seeing the passing of his master, the young man naturally had mixed feelings in his heart.
"Oh, you idiot..."
The old man suddenly reached out his hand and patted him on the back of the head.
When the young man was puzzled, his eyes suddenly widened. In front of his eyes, the world had changed. The changes in the earth, mountains, rivers, and even people's hearts actually turned into flowing luck. Finally, these things gathered together and directly transformed into...
A vision was created that had never been seen before.
In Hangu Guanxi, a weak black dragon whispers.
Outside Hangu Pass, a red bird hovered and sometimes flew down, trying to peck out the eyes of the blue dragon with its beak. One dragon and one bird kept fighting, and the young charioteer was frightened by this strange appearance. The old man next to him took a step back.
, when the young man saw that the red bird was about to peck away the black dragon's eyeball and swallow his dragon ball.
Subconsciously, he took a step forward, waved his arms to drive away the red bird, and protected the black dragon.
But the next moment, the protected black dragon didn't appreciate it at all. He let out a violent roar and bit the boy's arm. It was obviously illusory, but its teeth and fangs were extremely sharp. It penetrated directly. A pair of dragon eyes were even more violent and cruel. I didn't believe it.
anyone.
The young man felt pain, looked at the old man over there, and said: "This, this is..."
The old man stroked his beard and said with a gentle smile: "Don't worry, this is not real. This is just the weather of the future, some kind of future that may appear in this world. Just like water taking advantage of its momentum, you can watch it from a distance upstream.
Its downstream trend is just that, very simple, right?"
The young man said: "...It's simple, I'm afraid it's for you and the Master, right?"
"Yuan has not been good at divination in the Book of Changes since he was a child. At the end of the day, Master is helpless."
The old man heard the young charioteer's tone seeming to be filled with anger and self-deprecation, and burst into laughter.
"Your teacher said that a studious person is like a keen horse, which will find its own path. Ordinary people are ordinary horses. They will be tempted by various things and need to be whipped down and feel the pain.
Know that you should run forward, and the most hopeless person is like a stalled horse."
"Even if the whip is applied and the pain is excruciating, the person is just spinning in circles and not moving forward."
"You are not a self-destructive person, why don't you learn?"
The young man said angrily: "Master said I was a fierce horse who would knock him off his horse."
The old man was stunned and laughed loudly.
The young man said: "Besides, what is a whip? Is it a teacher?"
The old man sighed: "In this era when etiquette is broken and music is broken, it is the whip."
The young man said: "You said this is the future weather and possibility?"
The old man, who could already see the possible future destiny from the top of the mountain, nodded: "It's someone's fate. I can see it from here. It's pretty impressive... Does it hurt?"
The young man was bitten tightly and grinned in pain:
"Fortunately, whose destiny is this? To be so violent?"
The old man stroked his beard and said, "An indescribable person."
"People's fortune is like water flow, and the turning point of water is the checkpoint."
"Judging from the ups and downs of this destiny."
"When he was two years old, he was abandoned by his biological father."
"I finally returned home, but my father died early."
"His mother wants a lover but not him, and even plans to kill him."
"Let the child of yourself and your lover take his place."
"His prime minister wants to control him."
"Brother, betray him."
"My close friend wants to assassinate him."
"Kill the musician you like."
"My eldest son, be afraid of him."
"Young son, betray him."
"The whole world is our enemy."
"In the end, he will die early."
The old man's voice paused and did not continue. With his state of mind, he could follow the general trend of the world and see other things, even if it cost him his life. He seemed to see other things from this surging general trend.
During these hundreds of years of chaos, I saw a figure moving forward stubbornly alone.
At the age of three, I was an abandoned child.
At the age of thirteen, he became the king of Qin alone.
I want all the countries in the world to unite as one.
Then when he was about to speak, he saw the young man put down the sword he raised in his hand.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he stretched out his hand to touch the black dragon, which was just an illusory energy, and sighed:
"Are you in such pain? It's worse than me."
The red bird over there flew over again. The black dragon was restless and violent. Instead of kicking the black dragon away like a normal person, the boy stretched out his hand to protect the black dragon and drove the red bird away.
The old man was stunned and saw the young charioteer driving away the elixir bird and letting the black dragon suck his own blood. He stroked his beard and murmured: "Everything depends on man-made things. Everything in the future is just undecided. However, the general trend of the world is determined by individual people."
What does it consist of? What does a drop of water become when it merges into a river..."
"Originally, I wanted to cut off your connection with the world."
The young charioteer's tone was cold: "Old sir, what are you talking about?"
The old man shook his head and asked instead: "The dragon came out of the abyss, why is the dragon in the abyss?"
"Yuan doesn't know, Senior Brother Zilu is much better than me in the Book of Changes."
The old man suddenly joked: "You see, maybe only in the abyss, the dragon, who is so violent that he is the enemy of the whole world, can rest peacefully. Although this abyss has no meaning to the human world, for the dragon, maybe it is the only place where he can rest peacefully."
Where trust lies.”
The young chariot looked at the great sage and said, "No, even a disciple knows."
"This sentence is not interpreted in this way."
The old man thought to himself: "Really?"
"Perhaps it is fate that you are here today."
The young charioteer frowned and replied: "I am Yuan, old sir, you remembered it wrong again."
The old man laughed loudly.
The young charioteer sat cross-legged on the ground in pain, and finally let the black dragon surround him, leaning back slightly, letting the black dragon's sharp teeth penetrate into his arm, swallowing the blood, and said with a smile on his face: "Don't worry, you don't have to be afraid of the Daniao anymore.
"
The young charioteer was reflected in the pupils of Black Dragon Qi Luck.
The mountains and rivers are wide open, and the moon is flowing in the river.
The latter lowered his eyes, smiled and whispered:
"I will protect you."
PS: The third update today......4,400 words......
I have nothing left and am lying in a corpse.
But after this connection, I really want to write out the key plot of the next chapter, Gan!