It is the middle of spring in the Central Plains. The northern borders do not feel cold, but start to get hot early. The weather in recent years, just like Haotian's mood, is always unpredictable.
As the heat comes, there is still dryness. There is always little rain on the border of the wasteland, and now it is even more dusty. Although the grass on the field is stubbornly green, the gray-headed and gray-faced look is very ugly.
This is even more so in Weicheng. The earthen wall was carved with countless traces by the northwest wind, and floating soil was floating everywhere. If it were in previous years, the veteran who was covered in mud should be cursing in the simple barracks at this time, and the general named Ma was right.
He sighed with the muddy mud wine in the bowl in his hand.
Now it is still dusty, but those pictures can no longer be reproduced. The traces of the war two years ago remain in the corners of the wall. The wind can cut the earth wall out of the wound, but it cannot erase the old black blood stains. The water in the well is slight
The sloping slanted well had been filled with sand by the barbarians, and the simple barracks had long collapsed. The dilapidated and abandoned town was no longer inhabited, and there was no one inside.
There was no one in Weicheng, but there were people outside the city. Dozens of tents stood in the wind and sand, and the sound of praying and offering sacrifices to heaven came from time to time. The barbarians who were still accustomed to the wild seemed to be very happy.
Obviously exposed to the scorching sun and the strong wind, Ning Que's face became paler and paler. He looked at his hometown like a dead city and remained silent. No one knew what he was thinking.
Sangsang's spirit was much better than before. She sat by the car window, looking at the tents, feeling the pure spiritual power from the heart, and her expression was calm.
After countless years of unremitting efforts of the Taoist sect, the most powerful force in the wasteland, the Golden Tent Royal Court, finally changed its original belief and fell under the divine light of Haotian.
What they worshiped was the Heaven of Changsheng, which is Haotian, and Sangsang.
The wind outside Weicheng gradually stopped, and a cloud floated from somewhere, just blocking the scorching sun, and the wind blowing from the depths of the wasteland became much cooler. The people walked out of the tent and felt the rare comfort.
With a cheerful smile on the side, some devout old man kissed the ground, thanking Haotian for his blessing.
Ning Que looked back at Sangsang and said, "Your cloud?"
Sangsang did not answer him, lifted up the green curtain, walked out of the carriage, and walked slowly in the tent, feeling the barbarians' respect for him, his eyebrows gradually spread, and the flowers on his blue clothes gradually flourished.
After leaving the Xiling Temple, she went to Dahe and Lanke Temple, as well as the Southern Jin and Tang Kingdoms. She never felt this way in those places. It was not until this time that she felt that she was walking in her own world.
The sun gradually sinks, the temperature becomes more and more pleasant, and more barbarians walk out of the tent, women start preparing dinner, men start building firewood to prepare for the bonfire at night, which is very lively.
No one could see Sangsang and him.
The barbarians around the tent suddenly cheered. Ning Que turned around and saw a black horse from the south of Weicheng. The horses were driven away by dozens of golden tent cavalry.
Looking at this scene, the emotions on his face became a little complicated.
The herds of horses were not wild horses, but the divine war horses raised by the Tang Kingdom in Xiang Wanyuan. In the peace agreement he personally presided over, Xiang Wanyuan and the Seven Cities Villages were ceased to the Golden Treasure Royal Court.
The Tang Dynasty had fewer war horses and it was difficult to make supplies. In the plan of the Xiling Temple, in just three years, the Tang army would have no available war horses. Even if the war started again, the Tang Kingdom would undoubtedly be defeated.
In other words, from the day when the Tang Dynasty ceded Xiang Wanyuan, the Tang Dynasty could no longer turn over.
There were a thousand horses outside Weicheng, which were the last batch of trophy harvested by the royal court. The barbarians were naturally excited. The bonfires in the tent suddenly increased, and the sheep slaughtered doubled.
The noble man ordered the slaves to bring out countless jars of fine wine, which attracted a burst of even more intense cheers.
As night fell, the bonfire was lit, and all the barbarians walked out of the tent, and began to eat meat and drink around the fire. When the wine was over, they began to wrestle and play, and the young men and women began to dance enthusiastically.
Ning Que stood outside and looked at the scene with a calm expression. In fact, he used a lot of effort to control himself from looking at the ruined Weicheng.
The more lively the barbarian tribe is, the more deserted the earth city is, the happier the barbarians are, the sadder the earth city is, the more vigorous the bonfire is, the more angry the earth city is.
The big dark horse felt his mood at this time and slowly lowered his head. At this time, Sangsang ended his parade of his own world, walked back to the carriage, looked at him and asked, "Are you angry?"
Ning Que said calmly: "Yes, I'm very angry."
Sangsang asked, "Why?"
Ning Que didn't look at her and said, "This is human emotions and has nothing to do with you."
Sangsang said: "Although I am not a human, I can analyze this emotion."
Ning Que said, "You won't understand."
Sangsang said, "Then tell me."
Ning Que said: "I am angry, of course because of these barbarians, but I am even more angry at your not anger. This makes me very sad and disappointed, and I even begin to doubt my own thoughts."
Sangsang said, "Why am I angry?"
Ning Que turned around and looked at her. After watching for a long time, his voice was slightly cold and said, "You have lived here."
Sangsang's expression remained unchanged and said, "I have lived in many places."
Ning Que stared into her eyes and said, "The people in Weicheng once loved you like that."
Sangsang looked at the abandoned Tucheng in the night and was silent for a while. Then she pointed to the barbarians who were reveling by the bonfire and said, "These people love me very much."
Ning Que suppressed the anger in his heart and said, "Can this be the same?"
Sangsang said calmly: "It's all my people, and I treat them exactly the same."
Ning Que could no longer control his emotions and shouted angrily: "If you haven't become an idiot, you should be very clear that these people in Weicheng... are because you died!"
Sangsang's expression still did not change much, and the emotions in his voice were still so calm, or there was no emotion, so that it made people feel extremely cold: "What about this time? For countless years, human beings have long been used to my own name.
I need to be responsible for the murder, every time I am?"
Ning Que looked into her eyes and said, "You know... it's besides this time."
After saying this, he did not continue. He walked onto the carriage silently, waved the whip and slapped it hard in the air. The whip sounded loudly, scattering the cool night wind and the light cast from the bonfire.
The carriage stopped again as soon as it drove past the tent group.
Tonight, the moon is crooked like a hook, not bright, with stars in the night sky, and the stars scattered on the wasteland, slightly illuminating the black field and a huge pile of stones.
There were dozens of wooden racks in the pile of stones, and the corpses that had been decayed and were blown dry by the wind. From the already broken clothes, it was recognized that the deceased were all Tang Jun.
Ning Que didn't know whether this was the show of the Golden Tent after the war, or whether it was the extremely cruel torture that the spy sent by the Tang army to the wasteland was arrested last year.
His face was very calm, as if he had frost.
With a shiny sound, the iron knife was unsheathed. He cut a knife at the pile of stones several dozen feet away. The iron knife broke through the wind silently, but he could faintly hear the roar of the Vermilion Bird.
The stone pile broke into two pieces with a bang.
A blazing flame shot out from the blade and fell on the pile of stones. In an instant, all the wooden racks and the Tang army's bodies on the racks were burned to the cleanest ashes.
Ning Que retracted his knife and returned to the sheath. The carriage continued to move forward. Instead of sitting in the carriage, he sat on the shaft, listening to the friction between the wheels and the weeds, and watching the night fall silent.
I don’t know how long it took, Sangsang’s voice sounded in the carriage: “I thought you would kill all the humans outside Weicheng or slowly roast them to death with fire.”
Ning Que asked without looking back, without any emotion: "Will you stop it?"
Sangsang said, "I don't know."
Ning Que said sarcastically: "Haotian doesn't know anything?"
Sangsang said: "Because of some things, I suddenly didn't want to calculate it."
Ning Que thought of those heroic grassland men and those beautiful girls whose faces were roasted red by bonfires, gradually became calm and even a smile appeared on his face.
"I said in Chang'an City Palace, and when I was in Qinghe County, I said that I have said many times in many places that these people will die, and none of them will remain, so I am not in a hurry."
Carnival by the bonfire, young men and women dancing, devout old men, ignorant but already able to ride horses, what kind of beauty would it be if such beauty is destroyed?
Sangsang's voice was a little cold: "Do you think I'll allow it?"
Ning Que said, "So I will defeat you first and then kill them all."
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This trip is a backwards. From Lanke Temple to Chang'an is one of them, from Weicheng to the West is another one of them. The same two people, the same dark horses and black cars, but that year, the sky gathered and followed each other.
The sound of black crows is so silent and quiet today.
After leaving Weicheng, Ning Que became much silent for some reason. He talked less and less with Sangsang, and he stared at the green grasslands for a long time.
When passing by Shubihu, according to his original idea, he would definitely rest here for a night, so that Sangsang would relive some of the past. However, he suddenly changed his mind and continued to move forward overnight.
Sangsang understood his emotional problems, but she didn't care. At least Ning Que couldn't see whether she was caring or not, and what she had to consider was indeed more important.
Haotian can calculate everything in the world, and she calculated that this trip would have a very satisfactory result, but when she was emitting thoughts between Tiandi Qingyuan, she confirmed again that there was something she couldn't calculate.
Because she couldn't calculate it, she had to see it with her own eyes. After seeing all the worlds that belong to her, she had to see people or things beyond the worlds, and then leave.
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