Nightfall Chapter 177: If the sky cannot tolerate me
Jiang Ye 177_The full text of Jiang Ye is free to read _ Volume Four, The Year of the Falling Curtain, Chapter 177, If Heaven Can’t Let Me Come
The impassioned, vocal and passionate declaration suddenly turned into a pun swear word, shouted at the old man to watch the grandma, and slammed it over. //Baidu search to see the latest chapter//
Ordinary people and extraordinary people are both human beings, and they will turn into ashes after death, but when they are alive, after all, there is still a big difference. There is naturally no way for the elderly to use crutches to defeat the subject.
People on Snow Street thought that the old lady Chao was dead, but in fact the old lady did not die, because the observer did nothing and walked past him peacefully.
The big brother vaguely guessed the intention of Guanzhu. The Taoist gate should break Chang'an City and the hearts of the people in Chang'an City. Guanzhu killed on Changjie. He wanted to use the most powerful means to crush the Chinese people. He smashed his shell and stepped the pride of the Tang Dynasty into the soil. Since killing can not solve the problem, he chose to ignore it.
It's just that the master still doesn't understand the Tang people very well. He walked towards the old lady on the edge of life and death, and did not feel confused because of his ignorance, so he began to doubt and even fear.
If you didn't hit it, you didn't hit it. If you have a chance to fight again in the future, you won't die. It's better not to die than to die. Where is self-doubt? Walking towards the old lady on crutches, he cursed and walked to the side of the street. The words he cursed were very dirty, even dirtier than those dirty things in the snow.
The master raised his eyebrows slightly, and then moved on, walking towards Ning Que, and later was the palace.
The big brother said: "This is not right."
The watcher said: "Although the kingdom of Tang is strong, the sky will destroy Tang, what can you do?"
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In front of Qingxia.
Ye Hongyu looked at Jun Mo on the opposite side, blood running down her sleeves. It kept dripping to the ground, mixing with the stinking blood that had accumulated over the past few days.
She was very calm, because she knew that Jun Mo's injury was much heavier than herself, and the other party was burning the last thought power and even his life at this time, even if he was facing the final death.
Looking at Jun Mo's still expressionless face, watching the **** college disciples behind him, thinking back to the thrilling series of battles before coming to Qingxia for seven days. Thinking that just such a few people blocked the mighty temple coalition forces from the south of Tang State and could not enter north...
People like Jun Mo are about to die, even she can't help but feel a little moved. The deepest part of the eyes is the star of God, and there is a bit of pity and admiration.
"Heaven is going to perish your college, what can you do?"
She looked at Jun Mo and said.
Jun Mo looked up at the sky. At this time the rain had stopped, the clouds had not completely dispersed, only a few blue sky was visible, like broken porcelain.
Even if the rain disappeared and the sky cleared up, it was daytime, and there was no way to see the bright moon. At the moment before his death in the battle, he just glanced at the teacher.
He did not directly answer Ye Hongyu’s question, but said: "Chao Xiaoshu is a very good person. If there were no accidents back then, he should have been my junior."
Ye Hongyu knows who Chao Xiaoshu is, but he doesn't understand why Jun Mo mentioned him at this time.
Jun Mo looked at the sky, looking for the traces of the bright moon in the first seven nights, and continued: "It's just that he likes to follow Emperor Xian. That's why he didn't enter the academy."
"The first emperor decided to clean up the court, so there was a spring breeze pavilion overnight."
Ye Hongyu knew that the famous Chunfeng Pavilion One Night, the two names Chao Xiaoshu and Ning Que, only entered the sight of the Xiling Temple after that rainy night.
Jun Mo retracted his gaze, looked at her and said: "Before that night. Chao Xiaoshu had negotiated with the other party in the red sleeve move. He once said two sentences, and it spread widely in Chang'an afterwards."
"That's what he said in those two sentences at the time."
Jun Mo said: "If the sky can tolerate, I can live, if people can't tolerate, I will kill."
Ye Hongyu suddenly felt a bit cold in her body, because she knew what she would hear next.
Although the world is now fighting against Tang, Haotian Dao Sect and Tang Guo are already at odds, but she still did not expect that in Haotian's world, someone would mention this issue so calmly and firmly.
Sure enough, Jun Mo lightly shakes his right arm, and the wide, straight, square iron sword sprinkles a stream of blood.
He held the iron sword, looked at Ye Hongyu, as if looking at the sky above her, and said: "I always think these two sentences are wrong, because the sky cannot tolerate me, and I want to live."
"If this thief really can't let me live, then...I can't live it either."
He finally said: "At least you can't let it live too much."
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On the Snow Street of Chang'an City.
The big brother looked at the master and said: "The teacher once said a word, the heart of the people, the sky will follow it."
"If the sky does not follow, if the sky does not tolerate, then what about you?"
The watcher stopped and looked at the snowy sky. After a pause, he said thoughtfully: "You can look up and see, who has the sky forgotten?"
It was quiet, no one spoke, because no one could answer the subject’s question.
In the face of absolute strength, courage is worthy of praise, but there is no strength. In the indifferent eyes of the sky, human will never seems to be an important thing.
The thin Taoist was silent, the old lady Chu was silent, and the wounded silence, the dead person could no longer speak, even if he moved his lips towards Erbreaking for a moment, he did not speak.
Finally, a voice broke the silence in the world.
This voice is very hoarse and dry. It should have been a long time since I haven't drunk water, and the blood in the body has lost too much, which makes people feel a bit harsh.
This voice looked tired, even weak, but it was very firm. The so-called harshness is not like the sound of sharp objects rubbing the mirror surface, but more like the sound of breaking the mirror surface.
The voice said: "Then destroy it."
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Looking at the back of the crowd, I saw Ning Que's bloodstained face.
Then he saw Ning Que's eyes.
For the first time, their eyes met so closely.
Ning Que looked at him and said: "The sky must follow the direction of the human heart. If the sky does not follow, then he will be destroyed. I think this is a very simple truth."
The Lord looked at the firmness and confidence in his eyes. Raised eyebrows slowly.
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The God of Tianxiaxi pointed out that Ning Que was seriously injured and his confidence was greatly frustrated, but at that time, his spiritual world was still firm, but later, he gradually began to become a little trance.
He looked at the two teenagers while crying. While doing the most unimaginable attempt in the world, he decided to stand up, he really stood up.
But he can only rely on Pu Dao to support his weak body.
Then countless ordinary people ran past him. Then ran to the black ocean of death.
He saw many people die in front of his own eyes.
He thinks this is wrong.
The choices of these ordinary people completely violated his perception of the world and contradicted his rules. Although he had seen many similar pictures on the battlefield, the pictures he saw today still gave him an unbearable mental shock.
Because of the past, he always put himself on the outside.
He is on this street today, in the bureau.
His body and soul, with the spray of blood, with the falling of those bodies, and the separation of those souls, finally landed slowly on this world.
He was willing to die for Chang'an City before. That was because of responsibility and emotion, and he insisted that it was not because of his passion for the academy to the master, Yan Se, and his majesty.
He thinks his blood is cold, when the blood in his body starts to get hot, even after it boils. He began to be puzzled, and his mental state became a little dazed.
He vaguely felt a power.
He has seen that power before, and more than once.
But there has never been more realism than what I felt on Snow Street at this moment.
At this moment, an old voice began to ring in his ears and in his heart.
He didn't know that it was talking to the Second Break.
That old voice. Reverberating all over the Tang State, his consciousness seemed to drift into this great river and mountains, and everywhere, he saw all kinds of people.
Those people are fighting, marching, desperate, going to death, persisting, or just waiting, but that kind of waiting is also full of a kind of emotional resilience.
He saw a lot of people, they were all amazing people.
There are many pictures next, passing by at his speed.
He saw the blood-stained hatchet in the woodshed, the cracked fields in Hebei County, the hungry people like ghosts, the reckless Minshan, the old hunter, the soil of Weicheng, and the city of Chang'an at night. Hua Deng saw the lake in the wasteland and the tomb full of moss in Lanke Temple.
He saw a lot of people, maybe not great, but they are all people.
He seemed to be back in front of the stone statue of Lanke Temple, and he seemed to be having the last conversation with Liansheng in the Baigu Mountain of the Mozong Mountain Gate. He seemed to see the primitive tribe he saw when he entered the Talisman that summer. The Talisman of
The earliest humans fought wild animals in the wilderness, began to wear animal skins, eat meat, live in caves, and then began to cultivate the land, raise livestock, and eat more meat. Humans continue to eat meat, and think of many ways to cook meat, to ensure that the meat is very fragrant, you can eat more meat, because eating meat can make people stronger.
He saw humans building houses, having villages and roads, and finally saw a male city, standing on the plain, as if to pierce the sky-that was Chang'an City.
He walked in the city of Chang'an and saw the bun shop and the bluestone slabs he had seen a few days ago, and he remembered the aura he had felt that day, the power only belongs to the world.
This power can change the world.
This power can defeat time.
This kind of power is the most common and the least common, the most dazzling and the most inconspicuous. It is the hot fog of the bun shop or a blue brick in the city wall, but it is also the inheritance of wisdom and unyielding resistance.
Ning Que suddenly felt very moved.
This power is so great.
He is so close to the other party and can have such a real feeling.
He felt his own insignificance, but it was not like when he faced Haotian, he would be angry because of his insignificance, and would only be in awe because of his insignificance.
Because no matter how small he is, he is also part of this power.
No matter how great this power is, it also comes from countless small ones.
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(Tomorrow is still two chapters, I will try my best to write and write well.)
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