Thousands of golden lights illuminate Chang'an City.
The simple and thick city wall was covered with a layer of golden light, and a large shadow was cast on the city. Blood accumulated in the shadow and formed a stream, trickling into the sewer.
The Li River is like a red ribbon, rolling into the distance.
Ning Yi sat on the roof all night.
At dawn, the sound of fighting in Chang'an City has completely subsided. Perhaps the tears have dried up, and even the crying has disappeared, leaving only silence.
The people of Yueguifang who were sheltered by the Ning family walked out of the Ning family one after another, their eyes empty and frightened, like puppets that had lost their souls.
Ning Zhan cooked, and after breakfast, Ning Yi walked all the way to the obstetrics hospital.
Walking through the collapsed ruins, we came to the open space in the backyard.
The survivors were gathered here for treatment, and Ning Yi could see Sangzi's busy figure at a glance. With Sangzi's intervention, he could save Ye Ye as long as he still had a breath left.
Ning Yi did not bother him and walked slowly through the ruins to see if there were any buried survivors.
When he reached the nursing staff's accommodation area of the hospital, Ning Yi trembled and stopped.
With a wave of his hand, the collapsed masonry flew up, revealing the buried people underneath.
A woman was hunched over, protecting a young child under her body.
Life is forever fixed in this moment.
Ning Yi knelt down, his hands trembling slightly, and opened the woman, revealing the child underneath.
That cute little pale face is so familiar, and the smile still echoes in my head, but it has become a farewell forever.
Sang Xin didn't know when he appeared next to Ning Yi.
Take out a teddy bear from the child's arms, with a checkered pattern and cotton inside...
"I remember we bought it half a month ago when we were shopping at night. Niu Niu was so excited for two days when she got it. She is usually so precious and tight that even Mrs. Xiang wouldn't touch it."
Sang Zi's tone was calm and indifferent, and Ning Yi could feel the sadness and anger in her heart.
"No one expected this situation to be what it is today, so don't be too sad."
When the words of comfort came to my lips, they became simple vernacular.
Sang Zi smiled, tried his best to keep his eyes wide open, raised his face slightly, pointed at the ruins in front of him, and said: "I originally thought that this was the perfect starting point for my life. Then I would build one hospital after another to make the world a better place."
good."
"Now I know I was wrong."
"Hospitals can't save them, and doctors can't bring the dead back to life. So, I'm sorry that I can't do this with you. I want to change my way and practice my way."
Sang Zi's voice was soft, but his murderous intent was so strong.
Ning Yi was silent for a long time, nodded slightly, and said, "Just follow your heart. Sangzi, I just hope that you can live a happy life."
"Well, every time I kill one of tonight's murderers, my happiness will increase by one point."
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Zhuquetian Street extends from the Meridian Gate of the Imperial City and leads directly to Zhengyang Road.
Beside Zhengyang Road, there is a huge mansion, occupying half of the street. Looking from the air, the tall buildings are lined up in rows, with ten steps to the first floor and five steps to the pavilion. It is luxurious and magnificent.
A hazy haze of smoke enveloped the entire mansion.
Occasionally, birds fly by, as if they have entered a different space and never come out.
The wind blows and the clouds roll, mist illusions appear, and the shadow of a huge mythical beast is vaguely revealed.
It looks like an ape, with a white head and bare feet.
Pang Mansion, the largest palace in the Tang Dynasty, and the residence of the current Prime Minister Pang Ji.
Deep underground, a towering tree grows.
The huge tree body is more than thirty meters in diameter, like a pillar supporting the sky.
The bark of the tree is red and has streaks. When viewed from a distance, the tree crown looks like a car hood. Its leaves are as black as ink, straight upward, shaped like candle flames, and do not look like real things.
Pang Ji was dressed in a purple-green noble official robe, with his black hair rolled up high, and walked through many formations to the tree, bowed and saluted the giant tree.
"Greetings to the ancestor."
"sit!"
There was a crack on the edge of the tree, revealing a pair of old but wise pupils.
Through the cracks, one can vaguely see a person sitting in the tree, with countless roots piercing into the person's body, and the person and the tree are connected as if they are one body.
Pang Ji sat down on the futon in front of the tree, and without waiting for his ancestor to ask questions, he said in a deep voice: "The Wolf Clan and the Fox Clan are in trouble, and the Seven Star Coiled Dragon Killing Immortal Formation activated by the royal family is nowhere to be seen."
"Time flies so fast, even a thousand years have passed."
An old voice came from the tree, sighing with a hint of memory, "That year, two true immortals joined forces to prevent the founding of the Tang Dynasty. He used the Seven-Star Coiled Dragon Killing Immortal Formation as a weapon to kill two true immortals. Look,
It seems majestic, but in fact his immortal body was injured. Since then, he has enjoyed the spiritual fortune of the three states exclusively. He has not shown any signs of it for thousands of years, and he does not know how much he has recovered from his injuries."
"Old Ancestor, my grandson has read the history of the Tang Dynasty and knows that he has the most fiery personality. The chaos in Chang'an is just around the corner. If he could take action, I am afraid he would not let the two clans of wolves and foxes run wild. If he could tolerate it, he would not fight against the two clans a thousand years ago.
It’s so magical.”
Pang Ji changed his tone and said in a deep voice: "It is easy to destroy, but difficult to restore. Thousands of years have passed, and I'm afraid his injuries have not improved. It's a pity that he monopolizes the spiritual fortune of the three states, so that the human race has not had a true immortal for thousands of years."
.If not, how could the wolves dare to invade?"
"Become an immortal..."
The old voice murmured with unspeakable longing.
"This is the bane of humanity."
Pang Ji raised his brows and said in a deep voice: "The sect and the powerful have been trying to make a move in the past few hundred years. The royal family also knows that the further the situation is pushed back, the more severe the crisis will be. Now that the wolf tribe is invading, they want to use the wolf tribe's help.
, consume the strength of the sect’s powerful people and delay the outbreak of the crisis. Such actions are not at all for the sake of the human race.”
"True immortal?"
The ancestor in the tree whispered, "The realm of true immortality, just one step away, is like heaven and earth. Once you become an immortal, you are not human, that is, you are not human. Naturally, you cannot measure it with human ideas.
"What the ancestor said makes sense."
Pang Ji responded and said: "After the Wolf and Fox tribes have tested this time, I'm afraid the offensive will become even more fierce. If we can't stop it, the country will be in danger. Please give me some advice from our ancestors."
"If the royal family wants war, then let them have war."
Above the tree crown, the black candle leaves rustled like a giant hellfire.
Pang Ji was stunned for a moment and asked: "What the ancestor means is that he wants to use the help of the wolf clan to approach that person again and see what is true."
"No."
The ancestor in the tree paused and said in a deep voice: "The whole country will fight against the wolves. I want the war to continue forever, do you understand?"
Pang Ji's eyes flashed, he nodded respectfully and said, "I understand."
"Very well, step back."
The cracks slowly closed, leaving no more gaps.
Pang Ji raised his head and glanced at the tree crown.
New branches are growing, the buds are green, and they are full of vitality.
I don't know if I'm hallucinating, but after a few months here, this fairy root tree has actually grown a lot.
Pang Ji recalled that over the past forty years, ever since he saw this fairy root, it seemed to have remained unchanged at all, and time seemed to have stopped on it.