Bai Shanshui and Zhao Si looked at each other, but neither spoke.
Because they all know that, just like what Zheng Xiu did tonight, many things will not stop once they start.
Now that Lin Zhuojiu thinks they can be trusted, he has already started to tell them some old things, and started to tell them more things that they should pay attention to when confronting Zheng Xiu and Yuan Wu, so he will not stop, and will definitely continue. .
"After Yuan Wu ascended the throne, so many people were killed and so many books were burned, not just to wipe out the existence of Wang Jingmeng."
"Many people know that Zheng Xiu is ruthless, but they still underestimate her ruthlessness."
Lin Zhujiu smiled sarcastically, just as they thought, and continued to speak one sentence after another.
"One of the reasons why he had to go to Changling was because of Yangshan County."
"He was born in Yangshan County. After launching the Changling Change, Zheng Xiu handed him a letter. The content of the letter was that if he didn't go to Changling, she would order the army to slaughter Yangshan County. City, even women and children are not spared."
"In order to convince him of her determination, she directly slaughtered a city. The army that slaughtered the city at that time is now the God Killing Army."
"That's Jiaoweicheng?" Zhao Si's breathing became difficult, "So it wasn't the Chu army who slaughtered the city at that time?"
"That Chu army was slaughtered by the God-killing army, but they were forced to take the blame."
Lin Zhujiu said mockingly: "Even though he followed the agreement and went to Changling, and finally died in Changling, Yangshan County was still ceded to Chu by her. Emperor Chu got a big benefit for nothing, so he didn't Make a sound, let that Chu army take the blame."
Bai Shanshui's complexion became even more ugly, "So the Bashan Sword Field was destroyed later because of the same method?"
"That's not true."
Lin Zhujiu fell silent, and said: "At that time, there was a disagreement in the Bashan sword field."
"It has nothing to do with the betrayal of some minority."
"Yan Xinlan felt that his death was just to end this matter, and she also decided to follow his last wish. She didn't want to break things that we had built with our own hands for a long time and sacrificed a lot of talents, and some of us didn't want to Complete."
"This is a different choice, just like the choice of some people in Changling now. Some people choose to sacrifice their small self to fulfill the big self. They want to see the birth of an unprecedented dynasty, the world will be unified, and there will be no more wars. This was also That person's dream...but many people are not satisfied after all."
"After all, the dragons have no leader, and they are not as cold as Zheng Xiu."
Lin Zhujiu was silent for a long time, and then said: "He is not only a symbol of invincibility in the Bashan sword field, but most importantly, he is the leader of the dragons. No one thought that he would be the first to lose him... In short, the strongest Bashan sword in the world It's such a mess."
"In fact, there is no chance. If there is a chance, I really want to meet him before he dies, and I want to hear his last opinion. Regarding the whole world and Zheng Xiu and Yuan Wu's opinions."
"Is it to hand over the world to Zheng Xiu and Yuan Wu, let Zheng Xiu and Yuan Wu do what we want to do, establish an unprecedented dynasty, or something else?"
No one said anything.
Because everyone sees and acts differently.
Some people and some things may be stupid according to other people's opinions and ways of doing things, but they are still worthy of their admiration.
The most critical thing is that Lin Zhuojiu's assumption cannot be established.
Because it is impossible for them to return to the time when that person died in battle and appear by his side.
Perhaps for that person, it was also difficult to make a choice at the time, especially when he found that he could not completely control everything, and he could no longer make choices for others.
"I've been fine in the Big Floating Water Prison these years. At least I can listen, but I can't do many things."
Lin Zhuojiu's voice broke the dead silence again, "So now I can't decide what to do next, since Nine Dead Silkworms can rescue me out of nowhere, I want to hear his opinion, listen to his view of the world."
Lin Zhujiu raised his head, glanced at the faces of Bai Shanshui, Zhao Si and the others, and slowly smiled, "You are all dragons crossing the river, so you can gather together...he is the dragon head."
The river was silent again.
These words of Lin Zhujiu contain too much information, too much past and present, as well as things that will happen in the future.
But thinking of the young man who accomplished the incredible thing, Bai Shanshui and Zhao Si naturally felt that Lin Zhujiu's words made sense.
"There are still things to be thankful for... Some people in the Bashan Sword Field, like back then, may not agree with my idea, but they will definitely have a good impression of the Nine Dead Silkworm, at least they will not become our enemy." Lin Zhujiu felt a little emotional Said softly with satisfaction.
"It's just that after tonight, we in Changling are real lonely ghosts."
At this moment, a gentle and very quiet voice sounded on the vast water.
Along with the black mist, a black boat quietly appeared on the surface of the water, not far from their boat.
A rickety old man on the bow is holding a pole, behind him sits a woman holding a piano, and in the cabin behind the woman sits a young man.
"Young people just recover fast."
Lin Zhujiu looked at the young man and couldn't help laughing.
Bai Shanshui looked at him, but there was a blush on his cheeks.
It's just that she is a big bandit and a big rebel after all.
So she immediately smiled proudly, and said: "It's good if you don't die, what I say always counts."
Zhao Si glanced at her, and inexplicably laughed, and said, "It's a coincidence, it seems to be the day of Qixi Festival and the meeting of magpies on the bridge."
…
"Today happens to be Qixi Festival."
Ye Celeng stood at the end of the bridge, looking at the place where the soaring beam of light disappeared. She heard footsteps behind her, but she didn't turn her head. Then she heard such a familiar voice.
"Sentimental is sentimental, ruthless is ruthless. Qixi, Eighth, Nine, One Hundred and Ten Thousand, what's the use? It's just self-deception."
She didn't look back and said indifferently.
Wearing a crimson robe, Chen Jianshou, who still couldn't hide his lonely and musty aura, looked at her back, but smiled inexplicably, and said, "It is complete to be able to stand behind you and look at you. "
Ye Celeng didn't respond, but she didn't leave either, she just stood at the bridge and looked at the night sky there.
Chief Supervisor Chen didn't speak either, and just watched the night sky quietly with a distance of more than ten feet away from her, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his pale mouth.
…
"Nine dead silkworms are here, she and Yuan Wu will not be happy."
"But if she and Yuan Wu don't die, I won't be happy either."
After Ding Ning said these two sentences, Changsun Qianxue's voice stopped ringing in the darkness, just like what Wutongluo was used to, which meant the end of the conversation between the two.
However, Ding Ning did not return to his bed, but walked to the room of the eldest grandson Qianxue in the darkness.
"what you up to?"
Changsun Qianxue's cold voice sounded, carrying a hint of unspeakable coldness.
Ding Ning said: "Help me heal."
A killing intent appeared in front of the palm of his hand that was stretched out to push the door.
"It's not because today is Qixi Festival."
Ding Ning shook his head and said softly, "It's just because I survived."
Changsun Qianxue was standing behind the door, her face was still cold, but her eyelashes kept beating, her heart suddenly became vicious, and she couldn't help but said, "What do you think about Zheng Xiu and Yuan Wu's meeting today?"
"Same bed, different dreams."
Ding Ning said with a faint smile: "There are so many people sharing different dreams in the same bed today, so why care about these adulterers and prostitutes?"
Not caring, maybe it's the attitude Changsun Qianxue needs.
Not caring, it means another kind of caring.
Ding Ning reached out and pushed the door open, and walked in.