In response to the question "Who are you?", Duan Xu, who refused to change his words even when the Ghost King strangled him to death, suddenly said the answer other than "Duan Xu".
Why is his skill so amazing
Why does he know so much about Danzhi and Tianzhi
Why does Han Lingqiu feel familiar with him.
God knows that the Danzhi royal court raised those who are loyal to the royal court and Cangshen, who have exhausted the limits of human beings and are the best death warriors in the world.
Fifteen, who had said not long ago that "Tian Zhixiao was born for Cang Shen and would never betray him", looked palely at the junior brother in front of him who had obviously betrayed Cang Shen completely, and said with forced calmness: "Impossible, you are too self-righteous? Jie Tian Zhixiao is right here..."
"When I was fourteen years old, I followed my master to meet all the senior brothers. At that time, I had just won the night test, and my body was covered with wounds. When I saluted you, I lost my balance and almost fell down. You helped me up and said, 'How can you, a man of God, not be able to stand steadily with such a small injury?' This was the only time we met. Am I right, brother?" Duan Xu ruthlessly shattered Fifteen's disbelief.
He Simu looked at Duan Xu. On one side was the blazing fire of the Danzhi camp in the distance, and on the other side was the brilliant fireworks rising in the city of Shuozhou. Under the two completely different lights, the smile in his eyes seemed to be a ignited flame.
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly attacked. Taking advantage of Fifteen's distraction, a small arrow shot out from the crossbow in his sleeve and pierced through the eyes of the black warhorse under Fifteen.
Shiwu jumped off his horse, and the injured horse jumped a few steps like crazy, then fell to the ground. The winter wind was cold, Duan Xu and Shiwu were facing each other from a distance, and there was a faint sound of war drums. There seemed to be some unusual movements in Shuozhou City, but the two of them didn't care at all.
Clusters of fireworks bloomed in the sky, and the sounds of explosions echoed one after another, creating a splendid and prosperous scene.
Duan Xu drew out the Delusion-Breaking Sword with both hands under the blazing firelight and said with a relaxed smile, "I have always wanted to fight with Senior Brother once."
Fifteen's eyes were as sharp as a cold blade. He pressed the Hu Dao at his side, and it came out of its sheath like lightning, engaging in close combat with Duan Xu. The force was so great that sparks flew.
"Why! Master's favorite disciple is? You! Why did you betray Master and Cangshen!"
"Don't be funny, Senior Brother. Master doesn't like anyone except Cangshen and himself. I guess with his stubborn temper, he definitely can't admit to you that I stabbed him blind and let me escape. In order to save his face over the years, he only said that I was missing. Isn't it ridiculous?"
He spent all day hunting geese, and one of the geese pecked his eyes. It turned out that Duan Xu's unfortunate master was blinded by him.
Duan Xu had fought with Fifteen more than ten times in the time it took to say this. Both of them had top-notch speed and perception, and their life-and-death fight was simply dazzling, as if they both had three eyes and could predict each other's moves accurately. In more than a dozen rounds, every move resulted in bloodshed, and they became two black shadows in the wilderness, with no distinction between them.
Shiwu's pupils suddenly shrank, and the hatred in his eyes was like a poisonous arrow flying straight at Duan Xu. Duan Xu was like a cotton ball, he didn't hide but laughed: "Shiwu Senior Brother, I want to ask why you believe in Master and Cang Shen? You are so good at lying, aren't you afraid that you are also deceived? If Cang Shen is really the God of Creation as Cang Yan Jing said, he knows everything, and the Huqi people are Cang Shen's noble people. Then why do you think he created a rebellious me?"
"You betrayed the Cang God, you will be severely punished and sent to hell!"
"Since the whole world was created by the God of Cang, then the existence of people who believe in him, disbelieve in him, and hate him, isn't that all arranged by him? Why does he still want to punish those who don't believe in him? Why does he need us to believe in him? Why can't we believe in something else? If God is really so eager to gain power from us by coercion and inducement, then what kind of God is he? We have been killing innocent people day after day since we were young, and we have countless blood debts on our bodies. Why can't we be punished but get rid of our 'lowly' Han identity and gain the qualification to believe in the God of Cang?"
Fifteen's eyes flickered, and he gritted his teeth and said, "What does that mean? To die for Cang Shen is their honor, and it is also our glory! The way of heaven is clear, don't speak nonsense!"
"Hahahahaha, God is omnipotent, but he actually needs ants like us to die for him? Could it be that you need ants to die for you? The way of heaven is naturally blue. Even if there is a Cang God in this world, it is definitely not the Cang God that Master mentioned, nor is it the Cang God in the bullshit Cang Yan Sutra! Fifteenth Brother, think about it carefully, use your brain that has pretended to be countless people to think about it! Master taught us all this, is it to give us heaven, or to use and control us?"
"Brother Fifteen, I have never betrayed anyone because I have never believed in them, not even for a moment."
Duan Xu had been injured before, and Shiwu's martial arts were obviously not comparable to those soldiers. He was injured on top of his injury, and his black clothes were soaked with blood, dripping onto the grass. But he seemed to be unaware of it, and his movements not only continued, but his voice became louder and louder. His laughter seemed to echo in the vast wilderness, passing through Shiwu's ears and into his heart.
Fifteen knew that Duan Xu was trying to provoke him, but he was still overwhelmed by Duan Xu's violent questioning.
He suddenly remembered that before the evening exam of "Seventeen", he heard that there was a child in the Seventeenth Class that the master particularly liked. The child had an excellent talent for martial arts, and when he was injured, the master even forgave him and let him rest for a few days. Occasionally, he would go to teach the child the art of war.
The master was originally a famous war god in Danzhi, but he was injured and retired to the background to found Tianzhixiao. He occasionally heard about the master's deeds on the battlefield but never learned from him. He was a little jealous of this child.
As expected, this child passed the night test and officially became his seventeenth junior apprentice. When he served tea, he staggered and couldn't stand steadily. He thought with some disdain that it was this kind of child who was favored by the master. In the end, he still reached out to help him.
But the child looked up at him, then smiled with curved eyebrows. Many years later, he no longer remembered the appearance of the child with black veil on his face, but only remembered that it was a bright and clear smile, full of genuine happiness, as if the long summer sun was so warm and unstoppable. He was stunned for a while, and felt that he had never seen anyone smile like this before.
God knows that people rarely laugh.
But Seventeen was different. He loved to laugh by nature. He laughed when his master praised him, and he laughed when his master scolded him. Even when he was punished and beaten to a pulp, he didn't feel sad at all. It seemed that even the smallest thing could make him happy.
He really has a pair of very bright and happy eyes.
Fifteen suddenly understood the master's preference for Seventeen, and he could not help but envy and yearn for something in this child. He once asked the master privately why Seventeen looked so happy and why he had such a pair of happy and bright eyes.
The master simply said that because Seventeen had the most devout belief in Cang Shen, Cang Shen blessed him and gave him such a temperament.
Because Seventeen has the most devout belief in Cang Shen.
This is such a joke.
God knows that the happiest person is the one who has never believed in the God of Heaven.
Fifteen was in a trance, looking at Duan Xu's bright eyes in the firelight. Those eyes overlapped with the ones in his memory. After so many years, there was no change. Seventeen had become a traitor, yet he still had something that made him yearn for it.
What exactly does he yearn for
He has pretended to be so many people. Was the passion and pain that once surged in his heart someone else's or his own
Fifteen suddenly felt an immense amount of resentment. Why was Seventeen so confident when it was clearly the one who betrayed him, while he was still suffering? It would be best if Seventeen disappeared from this world, and there would never be such a pair of bright and cheerful eyes again, and there would never be such a voice that questioned everything again. It would be best if everyone could suffer in the same way, remain silent in the same way, and not try to figure out anything.
Thinking of this, his Hu Dao had already pierced Duan Xu's ribs. Duan Xu spat a mouthful of blood on his face at a very close distance. Fifteen looked angrily at the handsome bloody face in front of him. Duan Xu's face was also injured by him, and blood soaked his eyes, a pair of blood-red eyes like Shura.
Duan Xu stretched out his hand to hold the knife under his ribs, and slowly smiled. He called out softly: "Brother... Are you still? Shaken?..."
"Shut up! I..." Fifteen was stuck in the middle of his words. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the sword in front of him. His throat was broken and blood splashed all over Duan Xu's face. Duan Xu put down the sword in his hand and said slowly: "Impatient and didn't recognize the trap, mistakenly thought you had succeeded and let down your guard. If you hadn't wavered, how could you make such a low-level mistake, brother?"
Fifteen covered his throat and fell to the ground exhausted. He could no longer make any sound and could only stare at Duan Xu desperately, as if he wanted to see an answer from him.
A man who doesn't even know what the question is, but has been searching for the answer all his life.
Duan Xu pulled the Hu Dao out of his body and reached out to press acupuncture points to stop the bleeding. Behind him was a sea of fireworks. He staggered a few steps, just like serving tea to Shiwu that year. Then he laughed and said slowly: "Brother, do you think that by believing in Cang Shen, you can get rid of your Han bloodline and part ways with those who died in your hands?"
He gave? His answer.
Fifteen's eyes trembled, and he suddenly remembered those "fourth-class people" who were tied in front of him when he was six years old and allowed to be killed one by one by him, those terrified people with faces similar to his. The master told him that he was different from those people, he was chosen by Cang Shen, and as long as he left the sect in Tianzhi, he would also be a citizen of Cang Shen.
He's not one of those guys who can only wait to be slaughtered.
He will cleanse his bloodline and become more noble than those who are lowly.
He was not killing indiscriminately, this was just a natural sacrifice for the sake of the God Cang.
If he doesn't think this way, if he doesn't have this firm belief, how can he live? What is he living for!
He has no parents, no relatives, and even no name of his own. He only has a lowly bloodline. No one in this world needs him except Cang Shen. If he doesn't live for Cang Shen, then what is the meaning of his life in this world
If Cang Shen is also fake, then what is he
Fifteen could no longer make any sound. He slowly opened and closed his lips, saying something to Duan Xu in lip language, and then slowly closed his eyes.
Duan Xu looked at Shiwu in silence, and suddenly laughed after a moment. He was clearly injured to the point that he even staggered, but he still stood straight. The laughter seemed to come out of his chest, carrying a strong bloody smell that strangely echoed in the wilderness. He started coughing while laughing, but he still laughed, as if he was going to laugh like crazy until he died.
Suddenly, a pair of cold hands touched his face. He raised his head in a mad confusion, and the light in his eyes was gone. The hands patted his face lightly, and he heard a very calm and clear voice ringing in his ears.
"Wake up, are you too excited?"
Wake up.
Duan Xu trembled, and the light in his eyes gradually gathered back. In the sky full of fireworks, he finally saw clearly the evil ghost in front of him, the small mole beside her beautiful phoenix eyes, the slightly wrinkled brows - this ghost with a pale face and indifferent expression, looking at him seriously.
He blinked slowly, and his blood-stained eyes suddenly showed another kind of wetness. Tears mixed with blood flowed down his cheeks, fell on her fingers, and disappeared into the darkness.
Duan Xu cried
He Simu thought, this was the first time she saw this little fox cry.
She helped him wipe away his tears and said, "You can be considered as having your face cut off for your senior brother's funeral."