Murong Mingzhu recounted her experiences over the past few years, and Bai Ye listened carefully and nodded. What surprised him the most was that the Bingxian was still alive, and had single-handedly created Dawu, who could rival the great Han in the world.
Huang Chaowu asked himself an incomprehensible question: "The trouble of evil spirits outside the world has not been solved after two eras. Even so many great emperors in ancient times could not completely solve it. We monks can be said to have thousands of troops crossing the single-plank bridge just to fight for that one."
As the emperor ascends the throne, external troubles remain unresolved and internal troubles arise frequently..."
As he finished speaking, he stared at Bai Ye with burning eyes: "Does it make sense to fly into a flame like a moth?"
His father used the whole family's efforts to seal him into this era and put the responsibility of revitalizing the demonic path on his shoulders. However, after a few years of experience, times have really changed.
Coupled with Chen Qiyu's death, he was disheartened after two eras.
People suffer from three thousand diseases of birth and old age, but lovesickness alone cannot cure them.
It seems that the Taoist heart of the senior brother has been shaken. Bai Ye frowns and sighs: "A wise person should never laugh at a moth flying into the fire. Our Taoist ancestor has left behind darkness and terror. We cannot choose when facing the darkness."
Turning a blind eye makes people in the world look around at a loss, but they are at a loss. They only feel that the sky is huge and there is no place to stand. They can only be disappointed with the whole world and have no hope.
The best world in my mind should be one in which no matter how dim and painful it appears, at the end of the road, people will see a glimmer of light and even a glimmer of hope for life.
The sages of the past generations have gone on and on without hesitation, for what reason? In ancient times, even the gods and demons were buried in the struggle against evil spirits, because only in this way can we establish light and faith for future generations.
This is called a thousand-year darkroom, and it becomes light with just one light.
This can be considered as the true way of carrying forward martial arts and passing it on from generation to generation."
Huang Chao nodded thoughtfully after listening to Bai Ye's words. The next moment, Bai Ye put his hand on his shoulder, looked into his eyes and chuckled: "It is our duty to revive the glory of the devil!"
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Huang Chao's aura became restrained in an instant, changing from the previous decadence, as if he had returned to the time when Bai Ye first entered the Heart Demon Sect and saw him.
"I understand, thanks for the advice, junior brother!"
Huang Chao laughed, and Murong Mingzhu on the side re-examined Bai Ye. If the words just said from the mouths of the ancestors and giants of Tiannu, it would be understandable, but when said from Bai Ye's mouth, they are not in line with the experience of a twenty-year-old young man.
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"Our senior brothers are still so polite. Our senior sister has been gone for so long. It's time for our senior brothers to have a new life!" Bai Ye said softly.
The famous sword is ruined, but where is the hero?
Prosperity comes from time to time, and the state of the world changes like clouds; the east rises and the west falls, and the ups and downs are also the sorrows of heroes.
Hundi once said a very classic saying, no one can walk on the imperial road completely, and immortality is nothing more than a mirror and a mirror.
Huang Chao smiled and said: "Now I don't like to get close to others. I am always afraid of hurting others unknowingly. Maybe there is another inner demon in my heart... But it doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is already
It’s become a thing of the past.”
I hope lovers will eventually get married. This is the most hateful and also the most promising statement.
Bai Ye clasped his hands together, then palms facing each other, and said with a smile: "Actually, the most important thing between people is to have a good sense of propriety. Don't do good deeds because they are small, and don't do evil because they are small. It means to have a good sense of propriety and mastery."
She’s very well-organized and it’s not that difficult to get along with others.”
King Xiang listened and nodded in approval. The understanding of thoughts and principles is the greatest characteristic of human nature. The ancient sages said that the way to be a saint is to establish a heart for the heaven and earth, to establish a destiny for the living people, to create peace for all generations, and to inherit the past saints.
Unparalleled learning, if these four are integrated into one, they can be called saints.
Nowadays, Wang Hua and the King of Northern Liang are the strongest in the Human Dao, followed by Guiguzi and him. This is the basis for the Human Dao to compete with other Dao.
King Xiang saw the shadow of a humane sage in Bai Ye, and his understanding of thoughts and principles had exceeded that of most people of the younger generation.
Huang Chao suddenly raised his hand and punched Bai Ye's chest lightly, and scolded with a smile: "Where did you learn all these great principles? It's so annoying to keep repeating them one after another!"
Hearing this, Bai Ye pretended to be in pain and rubbed his chest, smacking his lips and saying, "Just do it if you can't tell me. Senior brother is really unreasonable..."
Huang Chao raised his left hand, stared at the palm of his hand and said: "The world is so big that you can't stand on a square inch. Life is short, only one hundred and thirty-six thousand five hundred days. If you live a lifetime in confusion, it's fine."
Bai Ye was silent for a long time, then suddenly reached out and punched him back, saying: "I learned from you, if you can't talk, just do it..."
After saying this, the four of them couldn't help laughing. Murong Mingzhu rolled her eyes fiercely, and then asked softly: "Brother Ye, what are your next plans? Do you want to go to the Tomb of Lihen together to take a look?"
Lihen is the eighth reincarnation of Canghai and he is also the Great Emperor. His mausoleum is unusual. I am afraid that there will be another bloody storm. On the surface, there are not many fluctuations, but in the dark, there are turbulent waves and murderous intentions.
Just like the deaths of Wuhengu Bai Yiyi and Wangchuan Saint Fu Xinjun two years ago, they were calm on the surface, but in fact they were a conspiracy and calculation that took place for decades and thousands of years!
Bai Ye still remembers the 'Palace of Everlasting Hatred in the Valley of No Hatred', the gentle lady of the valley owner, and once again recalls that she still feels all kinds of regrets in her heart. She is unable to love, and is crazy about love. She has been plotting for twenty years to destroy her family.
, Bai Yiyi can be said to be the woman he feels most pitiable.
He sighed in his heart. He didn't know how many people would die when Emperor Lihen's tomb was opened. Bai Ye shook his head and said, "I haven't thought about it yet. If I go, I'll go to the Emperor Wu Palace to find you!"
Nodding seriously, Murong Mingzhu raised her eyebrows and changed the topic: "In the battle at Junzi City, Dawu was defeated without a fight. It has shown its decline. I want to develop but I am powerless."
Although it was a bit abrupt to say these things at this time, Bai Ye looked at the little girl in front of him who was weak and weak at the beginning. She must have suffered a lot to become the empress of one side, and she immediately expressed her opinion: "The wise will do their best, and the brave will do their best.
With power, benevolent people will spread their benefits, and those who believe will be loyal to them. Civil and military affairs will compete, and the monarch and his ministers will be in peace and harmony, and they will be able to rule with dignity."
King Xiang's eyes widened and he clapped his hands and applauded: "Conquer the world and defend the world in just one sentence. You, boy Ye, can be classified as a top-notch genius just by your words!"
Bai Ye glanced sideways at King Xiang, and then said to Murong Mingzhu: "The first four sentences are about the way of employing people, and the so-called civil and military competition is a good competition system, with rewards and punishments, which means letting people shed their heads and shed blood.
It’s not difficult!”
Murong Mingzhu looked thoughtful, seeming to understand, but not seeming to understand. Only then did King Xiang really pay attention to Bai Ye, his old friend, and added: "The real skill lies in chess. No matter how good you are at chess,
That's it. There is a world of difference between being able to play chess and being a human being. Some people are neither outside chess nor a chess player. They are just chess pieces. That is sad. These are the three realms of monks. Outside chess
, your master is considered a chess player, and Zhong Xinzhenggong loses. These people are also considered chess players, and sometimes they are also pawns in other people's schemes."