Chapter 176: The Unwillingness of the Gentleman's Country (2)
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Ning Que stood on the snow street with his head down, blood flowing out of his finger hole, and the blood clots frozen in the cold were washed away by new blood from time to time, looking very miserable.
He held the array eye pestle in one hand and the handle of the knife, but he couldn't write the talisman and didn't have the strength to swing the knife. If Park Knife hadn't supported his body, he might have fallen again at any time.
He did not look at the eyes of the viewer, because as long as he touched the eyes of the viewer, he might die. He could only look at the feet of the viewer, and his eyes were as low as the dust under the snow.
He was covered in blood, except for his own, most of them were the blood of ordinary people who had died under the master of the samurai. He felt that these newly stained blood were hotter than his own blood.
When he was stimulated by the blood of ordinary people, his blood had already become hot. However, what made him sad was that his body was cold and his heart was cold.
Even if there is no more unwillingness, it is still cold and frozen without any anger. Naturally, it cannot find any strength, leaving only fatigue and helplessness.
Countless characters still float in the streets and alleys of Chang'an City, hiding in the wind and snow. With the help of the power of the Sword Formation, they have never dissipated.
This is Ning Que's most powerful method, but it has been proven at this time that he cannot defeat the observer.
He looked at the foot of the audience, as if he saw the dense corpses of ants under the soles of the audience's shoes. These ants were the bravest and most fearless, but they were all dead now.
Even amazing courage cannot change the gap between heaven and man. So what else can the people in the world do besides expressing surrender to Haotian? What is the meaning of unwillingness to be... The master practices Taoism throughout his life.
Haotian is ruthless, and he is wise and has no obstacles. He is the best person who can tolerate others and has no unbearable intentions.
Although the Tangren, who was scrambling to die on Snow Street today, did not change the end of the battle. However, the incredible scenes surprised him a little.
It’s not that I can’t bear it, but that I can’t understand it.
The observer has seen many people who can face the final end calmly. But those people are all extraordinary practitioners without exception, but very few ordinary people.
In the city of Chang'an, there were so many ordinary people who were calmly welcoming death at the same time. This was beyond his expectations, or beyond his evaluation of ordinary people.
"Tangren...maybe they are really a bit special."
The audience looked at the old, weak, women and children in front of him with their hands behind their backs, and looked at the faces without any fear in the wind and snow, and suddenly asked: "Can you be willing to die like an ant?"
The one who answered his question was Mr. Chao.
The old man Chao walked to the crowd with a crutch and said, "Sweetness is sweet, and willingness is comfortable. How can you make yourself feel comfortable? I don't know what answers people outside will say, but for us, Chang'an
People will feel comfortable as long as they don’t feel ashamed when they die.”
"It turns out that I can explain this."
The audience looked at the old man and said, "What do you call me, my father-in-law?"
Chao's old man said, "My surname is Chao, and most of the younger generations call me Erbi. I think I am older than you, so you can just call me Erbi. It's not my advantage."
"I don't have any extraordinary things. We are just ordinary people, but whether they are the most ordinary people or the most extraordinary people like you, they are all human beings in the final analysis, and as long as they are human beings, they will die."
The old man’s words are very clear. No matter whether you are the master of Zhishouguanguan or Haotian’s believer, after you wait for death, you will eventually turn into a piece of loess or a handful of ashes, then we will be equal.
"That's why there are so many people scrambling to die."
The audience looked at the Tang people's corpses everywhere on the Suzaku Avenue, thinking about it.
"I, the Tang people, have always had a tradition of dying."
The old man of Chao gradually became serious and said, "When the first battle with other countries, when the storm was in turmoil, the Tang people did not surrender, and the Tang people did not surrender, and the Tang people did not surrender, since the Weisi River, our Tang Dynasty founded the country.
For more than a thousand years, countless people have been willing to die. The reason why Tang was strong is that he dared to die."
"At that time, Emperor Taizu was an envoy, he did not hesitate to take the disaster of destroying the country, exhausted his national strength, and sent a large army to expedition to the Northern Wilderness until he slaughtered the enemy chiefs before he could return to his army. The academy was a lonely young girl, and he dared to fight with the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism.
The gentleman cut the broken stone statue of Ke Fuzu and exaggerated his anger. The reason why Tang was strong was that he dared to hate him."
"The reason why Tang is strong is because of the Tang people." The old man Chao looked at the audience leader and said in an old voice: "Since ancient times, there have been people who work hard and hard, facing injustice and
When bullying, some people dare to slap the table, and when facing invasion, some people are willing to die... Zhennan Army marched towards Qingxia in the forest of Wushan with difficulty.
The cold rain drifted in along the collar, taking away the temperature and bringing patients. From time to time, soldiers fell off the cliff, and their companions stood silent for a moment, and then continued to move forward.
They lowered their heads tiredly, even though they knew it was too late, they still refused to stop their own steps, risked their lives, ran unreasonably, and rushed on the road... Yang Erxi cut over an east
The wilderness.
He cherished the scimitar he got from the battlefield, retracted the knife into the sheath, took off the pitchfork from his shoulder, and then smashed it heavily to confirm that the barbarian was completely dead.
The fighting sounds in the fields gradually subsided.
He wiped off the sweat from his forehead, gasped and looked around, and then saw several familiar companions lying in the winter fields covered with thin snow.
When the war ended, he stood in front of the shallow new mounds, silent for a long time, and then looked towards his hometown. He missed his wife's stewed pig's trotters.
The wall in my hometown school has not been painted yet.
Back then, because he felt that the wages paid by the yamen were not authentic, he insisted on not taking on the job, and had a fight with the yamen, and almost threw the wine table. He was always ready to go to the county government to sue until he couldn't stand his daughter's anger
After muttering to his wife, he took it unhappily.
But after only half of the brushing, he saw the announcement, and left his hometown with a pitchfork and wine, and came to the distant Dongjiang. When would the walls of the school be finished?
I don't know if there is still a chance to finish it.
At least in his hands.
Yang Erxi looked at the direction of his hometown, thinking about these things that made him feel very troublesome, frowned in annoyance, and the newly added scar broke open again.
Blood flowed downwards. He raised his arm, wiped it randomly with his sleeves, and suddenly thought of the gentleman in the school. Now he would not be angry about the unpainted wall.
So he laughed happily... The battle at Wanyuan Ranch was still fierce.
The short officer knelt on one knee by several scimitars of the barbarians, and the situation was extremely dangerous.
He is struggling to hold on.
A black shadow flew up from the side and hit the barbarians heavily.
The scimitar was sharp and shone across the meadow that seemed to be burning.
The black shadow fell to the ground, and was stabbed twice in the chest, dripping blood, and it seemed that it was no longer alive.
The officer recognized that he was his close servant.
He shouted in grief and anger, and the Park Dao in his hand broke above his head and slashed towards the opposite side.
At this moment, he didn't even think about the scimitar above his head, and would cut himself in half.
He is very lucky.
The besieged barbarians were killed by him, but he did not die.
He was stabbed in the shoulder, and blood overflowed like milk wine in a cut wine bag.
The most dangerous thing is that his helmet was knocked down by the enemy's knife.
After the enemy's blade fell off his helmet, he also cut his hair bun open.
The black hair was scattered on her shoulders, and the pretty face without armor. At this time, everyone could see that the officer was actually a woman.
She is Situ Yilan.
She held a heavy Park Knife, covered in wounds and anger, and started fighting again with her last subordinates. She didn't know when she would fight. But she knew she would fight until death or victory... There was this happening in Chang'an.
In one sentence, you can support a six-foot-foot loner..."
He looked at the audience and continued to say to the old man.
At this time, the palace in the distance was shrouded in the wind and snow.
Tang Xiaotang stood in the snow in front of the hall, looking quietly at the south.
The Empress held the little emperor's hand and stood behind the threshold, watching the snow getting faster and faster outside the palace.
A cough came from the other end of the snow street, and the elder brother walked out.
The cotton jacket on his body was already in tatters, and the cotton poked out from it, as white as snow, and in some places it was dyed red and as red as blood.
Fresh and colorful, all very charming.
Ning Que stood on the other side of the street, and was covered in blood.
He held the array eye pestle, and the blood condensed the pestle and palm surface together.
This pestle, this array, and this city were entrusted to him by the teachers and His Majesty.
Then he will not let go until he dies.
He shook slightly at the old man's hand holding the crutch, and his voice suddenly became excited.
"You can send a hundred miles of life... in front of Qingxia.
Junmo's clothes are already straight and his crown is already straight.
He held the iron sword in one hand and looked at the enemy cavalry like iron flow in the fields.
He had no expression on his face and began to burn his last thought power.
It seemed as if the heaven and earth felt the heat brought by the burning of his life. The drizzle suddenly stopped, and the rain clouds above the field gradually dissipated, revealing a blue sky.
The sun shone through the cracks of the clouds and fell on him.
Falling on the body of fellow disciples of the academy... Looking at the old man, the Tang people's corpse all over the street, suddenly burst into tears, then laughed again, and shouted loudly at the audience's owner: "... It's not to be taken away when you are in the great festival, but you are gentlemen.
...The old voice echoes in the wind and snow, on the winter willow snow lake, in front of Qingxia, in the mountains, in the eastern border, in the northern border, and on every inch of the land of the Tang Kingdom.
You can support a six-foot orphan, and you can send a hundred miles of life. You can't take it away when facing a great fortune. You are a gentleman!
"I, the Tang Dynasty, have never lacked such people. The Tang Dynasty is a gentleman country."
He stared at the viewer's eyes and said sternly: "Such a beautiful country is going to be destroyed by you old thieves. You asked me if I'm willing..."
He raised his crutch and was about to smash it.
"I'm willing to let your grandma...(To be continued)
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