Nightfall Chapter 176: The unwillingness of the gentleman country (part 2)
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Ning Que was standing on the snowy street with his head down, blood flowing from his finger hole, the blood clots frozen in the cold, washed away by fresh blood from time to time, looked miserable.
He held the eye pestle in one hand and grasped the handle of the knife, but he couldn't write a symbol, and he didn't have the strength to swing the knife. If it wasn't for Pudao to support his body, he might fall again at any time.
He didn't look at the master's eyes, because as long as he touched the master's gaze, he might die. He could only look at the feet of the master, his eyes humble into the dust under the snow.
He was covered with blood. Except for his own, most of them were the blood of ordinary people who had previously died under Guanzhu's hand. He felt that the newly stained blood was hotter than his own blood.
Agitated by the blood of ordinary people, his blood has already become hot, but what makes him sad is that his body is cold, and his heart is also cold.
Even if there is more unwillingness, the cold is extinguished, and there is no vitality in the freezing, naturally, there is no power to find any power, only fatigue and helplessness.
Countless characters are still floating in the streets and alleys of Chang'an City, hidden in the wind and snow, with the help of the power of the shocking formation, they have not dispersed.
This is Ning Que's most powerful method, but at this time it has been proven that it cannot defeat the master.
He looked at Guanzhu’s feet, as if he had seen densely packed ants' bodies under the soles of Guanzhu’s shoes. These ants were the bravest and most fearless, but they were all dead now.
Amazing courage can't change the gap between heaven and man, so what can the surnames of the world do besides expressing surrender to Haotian? What is the point of being unwilling... What he cultivated was Haotian's ruthlessness, and he was unobtrusive, the most forbearing, tolerable, accustomed to tolerating, and absolutely not intolerable.
The Chinese people who rushed to die on Snow Street today did not change the outcome of the battle. But scenes of incredible scenes made him feel a little surprised.
Not intolerable, but puzzled.
The Lord has seen many people who can face the final end in peace. But those people are all otherworldly great practitioners without exception, but ordinary people are very few.
In the city of Chang'an, so many ordinary people calmly welcome death at the same time. This was beyond his expectation, or beyond his evaluation of ordinary people.
"Tangren...maybe really a bit special."
The watcher looked at the old and weak women and children in front of him with his hands, looked at the faces without any fear in the wind and snow, and suddenly asked: "Can you die like an ant?"
The one who answered his question was Mrs. Chao.
The old lady leaned on crutches, walked tremblingly in front of the crowd, and said, "Sweetness is sweet, and willingness is comfort. How can I make myself feel comfortable? I don't know what answers people outside will say, but for us For these old Changan people. As long as you don’t feel ashamed when you die, you will feel comfortable."
"It turned out to be willing to explain this way."
Guardian looked at the old lady and said: "Lao Zhang is extraordinary, how do you call it?"
The old lady Chao said: "My surname is Chao, and most juniors call me Second Break. I think I am older than you, so you can call me Chao Second Break. It doesn't count as if I take advantage of you. ."
"I am nothing extraordinary, we are just ordinary people, but whether it is the most ordinary person or the most extraordinary person like you, in the final analysis, they are all human beings. Anyone who is a person will die."
The meaning of the old lady's sentence is very clear. No matter if you are a believer of Zhishou Guanzhu or Haotian, after you die, you will eventually become a handful of loess or a handful of ashes, then we are equal.
"That's why so many people are vying to die."
The watcher looked at the corpses of Chinese people everywhere on Suzaku Avenue, thoughtfully.
"Tang people have always had a tradition of going to death."
The old lady Chao gradually became serious, and said: "The first battle against the nations, when the storm is precarious, the Tang Dynasty has no surrenders, and the Tang Dynasty has no surrenders. There have been countless generations who have gone to death generously for more than a thousand years. The reason why Tang is strong is that he dares to die."
"The Emperor Taizu was an envoy at the time. He did not hesitate to risk annihilation of the country and exhausted his national power, so that the army expedition to the Northern Wilderness until the enemy chieftain was slaughtered before he was willing to return to his teacher. In the struggle, Mr. Two smashed the stone statue of Buddha Ko, only to express his evil aura. The reason why Tang is strong is that he dares to hate."
"The reason why Tang is strong lies in the people of Tang." The old man looked at the master and said in an old voice: "Since ancient times, I have had people who work hard, and people who work hard. In the face of injustice and bullying, some people dared to shoot crimes. In the face of aggression, some people went to death generously... The Zhennan Army was struggling towards Qingxia in the mountains and forests of Weishan.
The cold rain went in along the collar, took away the temperature, and brought patients. From time to time, soldiers fell down the cliff, and their companions stood silent for a while on the edge of the cliff, and then moved on.
They lowered their heads wearily, even if they knew it was too late, they still refused to stop, risking their lives, running unreasonably, desperately rushing to the road... Yang Erxi chopped over. An Eastern Wilderness.
He cherished this scimitar from the battlefield, retracted the knife into its sheath, took the pitchfork from his shoulder, and then slammed it down hard to confirm that the barbarian was dead.
The fighting in the field gradually subsided.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, panted and looked around, and then saw a few familiar companions lying down in the winter field covered with light snow.
The war was over, he stood in front of the shallow new mounds, was silent for a long time, and then looked towards his hometown. He missed his wife's stewed pork feet very much.
The wall in the school in my hometown is not finished yet.
Because he felt that the wages given by the yamen were not authentic, he insisted on not accepting the job, and had a fight with Lizheng, and even almost raised the wine table. He was always ready to go to the county office to fight a lawsuit until he could not get through it. His daughter's anger and his wife's muttering made him unwillingly accept it.
But only half of it. When he saw the announcement, he carried a pitchfork and wine and meat on his back, and he left his hometown to the far east of Xinjiang. The wall of the school did not know when he could finish painting.
I don’t know if I have a chance to finish it.
At least in his hands.
Yang Erxi looked at the direction of his hometown, thought about these things that made him feel very troublesome, frowned in irritation, and the newly added scar opened again.
Blood water dripped down. He raised his arm, wiped it with his sleeve, and suddenly thought of the husband in the school. Now I won't be angry with that unpainted wall anymore.
So he laughed happily...The battle against Wanyuan Ranch was still fierce.
The little officer knelt down on one knee under the barbarian's scimitars, in an extremely dangerous situation.
He is struggling to support.
A dark figure flew from the side. Smashed heavily on those barbarians.
The scimitar was sharp, and it slashed across the burning meadow.
The dark shadow fell to the ground, with two knives in the chest, dripping with blood, and he was dead.
The officer recognized that it was his close attendant.
He yelled in grief and angrily, and the Pu Dao in his hand moved away from the top of his head and cut across.
At this moment, he didn't even think about the scimitar above his head, he would cut himself in half.
He is very lucky.
The besieging barbarian was killed by him, but he did not die.
He was hit in the shoulder. The blood spilled out like milk wine in a torn wine sac.
The most dangerous thing is that his helmet was knocked off by the enemy's sword.
The enemy's blade, after knocking down the helmet, also cut his hair bun.
Black hair draped over his shoulders, plus that delicate face that was not covered by armor. At this time everyone could see that the officer turned out to be a woman.
She is Situ Yilan.
She carried the heavy Pudao, full of wounds and anger, with the last subordinates, and started fighting again. She didn't know when to fight. But knowing that you will fight to death or victory... Changan has such a saying, you can trust the six-foot solitary..."
Looking at the master of the old lady, he continued.
At this time, the palace in the distance was shrouded in wind and snow.
Tang Xiaotang stood in the snow in front of the hall, quietly looking at the south.
The empress, holding the hand of the little emperor, stood behind the threshold, watching the increasingly sick snow outside the palace.
Coughing came from the other side of Xuejie, and the big brother walked out.
The cotton-padded jacket on his body was already in tatters. The cotton came out of it, white as snow, and in some places it was dyed red and bloody.
Fresh and bright, very touching.
Ning Que stood on the other side of the street, also covered in blood.
He held the eye pestle, and the blood condensed the pestle and palm.
This pestle, this formation, this city was entrusted to him by the teachers and your majesty.
Then he won't let go until death.
The hand of the old lady holding the cane trembles slightly, and his voice suddenly excites.
"You can send a hundred miles of life... in front of Qingxia.
Jun Mo's clothes have been straightened, and his crown has been straightened.
He held an iron sword with one hand and looked at the enemy rider in the field like iron.
He was expressionless and began to burn his last thoughts.
As if the world felt the heat brought by the burning of his life, the faint rain suddenly stopped, and the rain clouds above the field gradually dissipated, revealing a line of blue sky.
Sunlight spilled between the clouds and fell on him.
Falling on the fellows of the academy... Looking at the old lady looking at the corpses of Chinese people in the street, tears burst into tears, and then he laughed again, watching the master shouting: "... , The gentleman also... the old voice echoed in Vermillion Bird Avenue, in the wind and snow, echoed in the Winter Liuxue Lake, echoed in front of the Qingxia, echoed in the Mt. Last response.
You can support a six-foot orphan, you can send a hundred miles of life, and you can't take it at the big festival, even the gentleman!
"I have never lacked such people in Datang, and Datang is a country of gentlemen."
The old lady Chao stared into the eyes of the Lord, and said sharply: "Such a beautiful country will be ruined from the world by you thieves and old ways, you still ask me if I am willing to..."
He raised his cane and was about to smash it.
"I like your grandma... (to be continued)
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