Nightfall Chapter 17: Everyone has a heart that cannot bear it

The prefect of the prefecture is a wise man, but looking at his dark cheeks and rough hands, one might think that he is just an ordinary farmer. It’s always difficult to distinguish things like xianyu from the outside.

He has just returned from the river bank, ready to welcome the invaders of Qiu Di, and his mood is inevitably a little anxious, but what really worries him is the enemy who is about to commit the crime-Chuzhou has beautiful scenery, but it is on the border.

The emotion is the same as Xianyu, without the slightest expression on his face. He calmly handled the political affairs, walked out of the official office accompanied by the boy, and climbed to Dongshan with a stick, hoping to find some peace.

There is a newly built pavilion in Dongshan, which he presided over the construction. It cost a lot of money. At this difficult time of the country, it naturally brought some criticism to him, but he appeared to be very indifferent.

The mud urn was lightly broken, and the wine smelled gradually. The prefect was drinking under the pavilion, watching the bright moon in the night dome, watching the river and mountains under the moonlight are so beautiful, I am very satisfied, the poetry gradually rises, and I want to write Article.

At this moment, a breeze came from countless miles and miles from the south over the mountains and the grass and pine trees, wandered around the pavilion three times, and then went inside for a while.

The prefect died, so he died silently.

He didn't have time to recite that poem, didn't write down the travel notes that might be intoxicated by the ages, didn't leave paper and ink, didn't say anything to the people of Chuzhou, and he died like this.

In front of the ruins of the silent imperial city in Linkang City, the big brother looked at Chuzhou's direction and was silent for a long time. His face was pale and asked: "How can Mr. Yu benefit me and the Tang people?"

"Because...I am very afraid of death. The longer I live, the more I am afraid of death."

The alcoholic looked into his eyes and said: "Before, when I felt dangerous, I was really scared. For countless years, I have never been so close to death. There is really a big horror... I’ve lived for too long and I’m really unfamiliar with this feeling. I revisited it tonight, only to find that the great horror still exists, and it has become more and more intense, so strong that my mood cannot bear it, so I am very angry."

There is no expression on his face, just like a hard field that has been cultivated for countless years until it is seriously lacking in nutrients. His body is still scented with wine, and his anger is not concretely presented, but it is presented so clearly in the world Before, because of the long-distance drinking prefect outside Chuzhou city.

"I don't want to experience this feeling anymore. I don't want to be targeted by the academy anymore, so I must make you painful and make the Chinese people painful, and make the academy painful, so painful that I can't move."

The alcoholic still stared at him, there was no emotion in his eyes, just indifferent and strong, "I can kill people, I can kill countless Chinese people, as long as my thoughts are first, then no matter how fast you are, you can't stop me, and To kill those ordinary people, you don’t need to work too hard. He can’t see me, and naturally he can’t stop me. You can only watch me keep killing people and finally be tortured to collapse."

The big brother's body trembled slightly, and the hands in the sleeves of the cotton-padded jacket were very tight, as if pain had already begun.

The drunkard continued: "More than ten people, more than a hundred people, and thousands of people will die... So unless you are sure that you can kill me, then the college should not try to kill me again, even if you don't even have the intent to kill... Don’t have a trace of killing intent that is thinner than willow branches. Don’t have a trace of killing intent that is lighter than willow catkins."

The big brother lowered his head and didn’t speak for a long time. The willow trees on the moat were silent with him. The willow branches flicked the river surface and drove the scraps of cloth floating on it to the distance. So, he can't wait until next year, and the Academy and Datang can't wait until next year, so what should he do?

Suddenly, he looked up at the bright moon in the night sky, and said: "I can kill, too?"

Then he looked at the alcoholic and said heavily and firmly: "When I want to kill, no one can stop me, neither can you, so please don't force me."

The drinker's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "Please."

The big brother raised his eyebrows.

The alcoholic said: "Please kill."

Big brother frowned.

The alcoholic said: "Please kill."

The big brother curls his eyebrows, meditates, hesitates.

Or the next moment, he will leave and kill people.

"Song Qiliang Chen, countless Taoists, waiting for you to kill, hundreds of millions of believers, enough for you to kill slowly, on the grassland, countless barbarians waiting for you to kill, you can kill whoever you want."

The alcoholic looked at his brows flattened by the night wind, and said: "If you can enter Peach Mountain, you can kill more people you want to kill. However, who are you going to kill? Who should be killed by you? Kill?"

Whether to kill or not is a question, and who to kill is also a question. In the world of red dust, among the mountains and peach blossoms, who commits crimes? Who should be killed? Who will judge? Who is qualified to judge?

It is difficult to answer these questions. Some people disdain to answer, because he thinks everyone in the world deserves to die. For the big brother, this is a question he must answer.

He stood under the willow branches on the riverside, standing in front of the blood-stained nun, thinking for a long time in silence, Liu Yiqing on the nun quietly closed his eyes, as if sleeping, those practitioners and ministers on the river We are all in a coma, only the drunkard and Long Qing Hengmu are waiting for his decision.

Long Qing watched the padded jacket swinging in the night breeze, watching the dust accumulated on the thousands of miles gradually fall, Long Qing was a little alert and uneasy, but also some incomprehensible expectations.

If this padded jacket really moves and Mr. Big leaves to kill people, then this world will become a brand new world, one that no one has ever seen before.

In that world, all orders will collapse, because the most basic order of life and death will be broken. Two great practitioners of the immeasurable realm keep killing people, and no one knows who will die next moment.

Only one person can shake the order of the world, and two people can destroy the world.

Hengmu looked at the drinker and the big brother, and finally understood why above the five realms, Wuyuan was always the most special one, and even faintly became synonymous with that world.

The night is getting deeper and the river is getting quieter until death. The world seems to be waiting for the moment of death. I don’t know how long it has passed before dawn finally arrives.

The big brother has been standing in front of the house and has never left.

People gradually awakened and didn't dare to stay longer by the river. They left soon, and the bright moon had already left. The warm red sunrise appeared in the sky, illuminating the scorched ruins or brand new houses in Linkang City.

"No one can stop you, but you can."

The alcoholic looked at him and said, "After all, you still dare not kill."

"It's not that I dare, but I can't bear it."

The big brother has already figured it out and said: "Everyone has a heart that cannot bear people. You regard yourself as a **** and are naturally inhuman, so you can kill, but I can't, because I'm still a human."