"Don't take it to heart. He's under too much pressure." Di Yi drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp and said softly. It was unclear whether he was talking to Nalan Ling'er or Huang Tianlin.
"Hoo...Hoo..." Yellow sand was flying outside the house, and an endless yellow desert appeared in Liu Xun's eyes. To be honest, the Western Desert was very monotonous, with only the endless yellow sand left.
"Young man, follow your own path! A life without regrets is not a perfect life." Emperor Xun said softly, looking at the yellow sand all over the sky.
Liu Xun heard this, shook his head and smiled, saying: "Perfect? There are two kinds of perfection in the eyes of the world. One is the kind that the predecessors talked about, which is the rarest! The second kind is the "perfection" that cannot exist; and the first kind is also the self-deception of the world, because there is no perfect thing in this world. Perfect? Perfect? When it comes to the end of life, the moment when a person's life ends, it is the most beautiful moment of a person, and that is perfection!"
At this point, Liu Xun turned around and smiled and said, "By the way, senior, you must have something you regret, right?"
Upon hearing this, Emperor Xun laughed out loud and said, "Who doesn't have a few regrets? Even this legendary god has regrets..."
"Haha!..." Liu Xun burst into laughter when he heard what Emperor Xun said. He laughed for about ten breaths, and looking at the yellow sand all over the sky, he said in a loud voice: "The yellow sand is endless, my heart is invisible! The wind is rolling, my way is untraceable! The battle flags are whistling, my spirit will never die! The blood is surging, my will will never change..."
At this point, Liu Xun pointed to the sky with one hand and said loudly: "No matter what regrets or perfections, I can't even see through my life, who else can influence my thoughts? Maybe I will regret it in the future, but that is in the future. A real man should seize the day and not seek tomorrow! What about the God Emperor, the Emperor of Heaven, and those gods above the nine heavens, they are all shit! If you want to count the heroes of prehistoric times, you have to look at today."
"Haha... That's right. As for right and wrong, let future generations discuss it. All we have to do now is to kill." Emperor Xun's eyes flashed, and he looked at Liu Xun with a chuckle.
During this month, Liu Xun had been in seclusion to gain enlightenment, but he found that the teachings of the two quasi-realm masters were not suitable for him at all. In the end, he had no choice but to give up. In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.
On the morning of the first day after a month, he wiped the Qilin Thorn until it was extremely shiny, put it behind his back, and then left the place of retreat.
The edge of the Western Desert was endless, and densely packed monks had already formed a battle formation. When Liu Xun arrived, all the monks shouted in unison: "Welcome, Master."
The sound was loud enough to shake the sky. The energy transformed into an air wave that dispersed the clouds in the sky. The void shattered and a huge space crack appeared in the sky.
Liu Xun nodded, and then nodded to the leaders of the surrounding sects, and shouted loudly: "This action is very simple. Take advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness. With the same goal, we will seize Zhongzhou as quickly as possible! But I declare in advance that the battle of Zhongzhou may catch the foreign lands off guard, but I hope everyone will not be arrogant, because the arrogant will be defeated! Everyone can already imagine what the scene will be like when we seize Zhongzhou. At that time, we will face foreign cultivators pouring in like a tide!"
"Now, I am not going to fight for this battle in Zhongzhou! Every inch of land is stained with blood. I just want to ask you, do you have the confidence to fight against foreign countries in Zhongzhou? I would rather lose my life than lose even a bit of land!"
Liu Xun's voice resounded throughout the entire Western Desert. This voice passed through the yellow sand, through the strong wind, and reached the ears of every living being. Silence, the silence of tens of millions of monks in the entire army. This silent atmosphere lasted for three breaths...
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" After three breaths, the sound of killing shook the sky, like thunder, and like the collapse of heaven and earth. Seeing this, Liu Xun smiled, raised his hand, and the sound suddenly stopped.
Although most of the monks in the army responded to Liu Xun, there were still nearly a million monks who didn't care, as if it had nothing to do with them at the moment. This naturally did not escape his eyes. After a light cough, Liu Xun continued:
"Twenty years! A full twenty years! Foreign lands have invaded China for twenty years! In these twenty years, the people have been living in poverty and suffering. I think many of my brothers have been implicated in this. Many of them have lost their hometowns and loved ones in foreign lands! At this moment, I will not talk about the blood debt of our fathers. I just want to ask you one question: do you also want your descendants... to be slaves of foreign lands and never be able to hold their heads up for the rest of their lives?"
"Don't you want your wives and children to be bullied by foreigners and locked in iron cages as tools for them to vent their anger? Before going to the battle, Liu doesn't want to be long-winded. The last thing he wants to say is that if we lose this battle, the Chinese race will be exterminated! Even if you are lucky enough to survive, please think about what you will encounter in the future."
Having said that, Liu Xun deliberately glanced at the Baihua Sect Master, and even glanced at the Baihua Sect's disciples. Upon seeing this, the Baihua Sect Master frowned immediately. Liu Xun's meaning was very clear, that is, if they were defeated, they would definitely become playthings of the foreign cultivators.
"No, I must fight with all my might! Before I entered the sect, my parents and wife were killed by foreigners, and there was not a single survivor in the entire village! The women were all nailed to the ground naked, and the men were all dismembered. I will never forget that day! I want to kill. I entered the sect for revenge, so even if I die, I will fight with all my might!" A disciple of a hidden sect gritted his teeth and said fiercely.
"I want to fight too, just for peace of mind. I don't want future generations to call us cowards, and I don't want my descendants to be ashamed because of me." A monk said with an unusually firm look in his eyes.
"That's right, this war must be fought. I have witnessed with my own eyes how foreign monks massacred villages. There is no humanity at all! I don't want my descendants to be born and live in such a dark and lightless world." A monk drew his sword and made up his mind.
"We must fight, how can we not fight? My grandson and son both died at the hands of foreign monks, how can we not fight? If we don't fight, how can we be worthy of our dead compatriots and relatives!" An old man who was nearly a hundred years old shouted loudly.
"Grandpa is right. When I was studying, my teacher always told me that every citizen has a share of responsibility for the fate of a nation! I do this for nothing else but to give our descendants a prosperous China!" A young monk of 17 or 18 years old shouted in a loud voice. (To be continued)