Kong Weishan and all the scholars behind him had hostile gleams in their eyes.
They were like a pack of enraged wolves, fearless.
Yan Yukong smiled, as if meeting a friend he hadn't seen for many years at a cultural gathering. Maybe the smile was not so enthusiastic, not so familiar, and even a little strange.
But this kind of smile will always be given only to friends.
"Among you, there is a friend of mine." Yan Yukong said gently, smiling gently and looking at him gently.
The team of hundreds of thousands of people stopped for a moment, and then continued to move forward, just a little slower.
You can't see it, you can only feel it in your heart.
Hundreds of thousands of hostility melted away in an instant.
"Behind me, there are also my friends."
There were obviously hundreds of thousands of people walking in the huge square, but it suddenly fell silent.
Yan Yukong continued with a gentle smile: "Among you, there are friends who wiped sweat with me while reading in the hot summer, friends who participated in cultural gatherings in the bright lights, and friends who have never spoken to each other but are far away. Friends who just look at each other and continue fighting. There are even friends who have never met but their hearts beat a little faster than usual when they see each other's names. You may eat pasta and I like to eat rice. You may like to say Erhuayin. I'm not very good at curling my tongue. You like silk but I only like to wear cotton clothes. You may be studying military science while I specialize in Confucianism. You may even want me to die one day, but I believe that my good friend is not You will thrust your sword into my heart.”
With that said, Yan Yukong pointed to his heart.
"Even if you really poke it in, I will still say that before you poke it in, you are still my good friend."
Yan Yukong turned his head and glanced at the top of Daofeng Mountain, then turned back and said: "There is also a good friend of mine up there. He made me completely defeated at the Dragon Boat Festival, but in the Holy Ruins, we left our backs to The other party. He once conquered ten directions alone in the Ten Kingdoms Competition, which made all of us breathless, but at the Jinshi Hunting Ground, we still fought side by side to kill the clone of the Plague Lord. You might say, I, Yan Yu. Kong is standing here because he is a semi-saint, and those of us are here for profit, reputation, and to be illuminated by the semi-saint’s glory.”
Yan Yukong smiled and said: "No, because half-saints don't need protection, and any human half-saint doesn't need protection. They can protect themselves better than anyone else who is present or even absent. But my good friend above , needs protection.”
"You may ask, why didn't I protect you, but I chose the most powerful friend? You will think that I am partial, you will think that I am utilitarian, and you will even think that I am snobbish. Then let me tell you, what I saw What is it?”
The smile on Yan Yukong's face remained, but his eyes suddenly turned red.
"When I first met him, he had friends, relatives, and a country just like us. However, his friends, relatives, and country all staked their honor, disgrace, and future on him. Before the Dragon Boat Festival, I thought I was competing with Jing Guowen. After the competition, I looked at him and realized that it was me, my friends, my relatives, and my country who were competing with him alone. Than. His friends, his country, were not standing behind him, nor on either side of him, but on his shoulders."
There was something crystal clear in Yan Yukong's eyes.
"During the literary competition between the ten countries, I still stood opposite him. I still thought that it was the ten of us competing against the ten of Jingguo. However, during the Wantihai competition, Jingguo had nine people, one less. Then I saw that he was using one mind and two pens to answer two test papers. When everyone's eyes were focused on him, the hope of all Jingguo people was poured into him. When he was in the hospital, he didn’t actually get any help. He was still alone, fighting against all of us.”
"When we were at the Holy Ruins, when we were at Jinshi's hunting ground, I said we fought side by side, I said we fought back to back, but that was just my illusion. If I had the ability to recall memories, and I could re-view the battles that happened in the past, I would You will know that not only me, but everyone who thinks he is fighting with him will find out in confusion, why do we always see his back? "
"Did he run too fast? Did he not have us in his heart? Or did he not like us? No! In those places, we don't know where to go, no matter front or back, left or right, we don't know at all, but whenever we see him With his back, I will know that the road between me and him is safe, because that is the road he has walked.”
"We did not fight side by side with him, we just followed him in his back, along the safe path he took."
"Even during the Three Valleys Battle, the Battle of Ning'an, other ancient lands, and Dragon City, he was marching alone, but I couldn't keep up with him."
Yan Yukong's nose turned red.
"As I got further and further away from him, I felt a little panicked inside, because not only could I not keep up, I couldn't even see his back. He seemed to have entered the mist in the distance. Until he saw the world, when He appeared in front of me again, and when I saw his smile, I suddenly understood something. "
"I no longer need to follow him, and I no longer need to look at his back, because he has already killed all the enemies who might hurt me in all directions and on every road. He killed Gu Xu, the demon half-saint, and the three sea dragons. Holy, kill all the enemies I can’t even see!”
"But I've never seen anyone else standing next to him!"
"When Gu Xu hurt him, no one would wipe the blood from his mouth!"
"When the Three Seas Dragon Saints besieged him, no one would help him watch his back!"
"When his heart was cut open by the sword of your words, I couldn't see anyone bandaging his wound."
"You have many people helping you, Kong Weishan, your father is helping you, the Kong family is helping you, and hundreds of thousands of scholars are helping you. But, I can't see anyone around my friend Fang Yun, really can not see!"
Yan Yukong wiped away the tears falling down his face with his sleeves.
"I don't understand why he killed Qing Jun, and I don't understand why he killed the Dragon Clan Half-Saint. I also don't understand why he didn't have to give the Wenqu Star fragments to others and make billions of enemies. I have never understood it. he!"
"Fang Sheng doesn't need me to be a little bachelor. I can't even see Fang Sheng's face through his brilliance. But I can hear, and I really hear, that my friend Fang Yun is telling me Said he wanted someone to help him!"
"Then I came."
Yan Yukong looked at the hundreds of thousands of people in front of him, his blue shirt full of tears.