It's tricky.
Holding the sword, Mr. Yan stared deeply at the blurred shadows in the yellow sand. The eyes on the stone statue, which were particularly obvious in the yellow sand all over the sky, stared down at them. The neighing of the war horse was mixed with the sound of the wind.
Chen Geguang, who was pulled back step by step by his shoulder, trembled slightly while holding the knife.
It is true that many children in the family are also immortal cultivators, but Chen Geguang is not.
He was originally trained as the next patriarch, but the Chen family has a strange rule that no matter how many people in the family have accomplished cultivation, the person who is the patriarch must be an ordinary person. "Only as a mortal can you see the world of mortals." His father said so when he was obsessed with cultivation when he was a child.
Therefore, although he also cultivated martial arts, he was just an ordinary person from the beginning to the end.
He never understood what his father meant when he said, "Only by being a mortal can you see the world of a mortal".
The Chen family's group training has been passed down for so long, but why didn't it mention, what should mortals do if they are faced with an irresistible force
Beyond the world separated by ropes and camel bells, there is boundless yellow sand, as if the yellow sand that has been blocked by ghost towns for many years gathers at this moment, and the breath of the legendary Namu reveals ancient, offended anger. Sand in all directions, the soldiers he led for many years were engulfed in the sand, and he didn't even hear a cry.
Thousands of people were engulfed in the yellow sand without making a sound. They were all brave warriors, but at this time they were not even qualified to fight with their swords, and they were crushed to death like ants.
The pair of eyes staring at them cannot be seen clearly in the yellow sand, only the silhouette of the "Buddha statue" with its head bowed. Are those the eyes of the Buddha statue
Those eyes were so dazzling in the yellow sand, the Buddha looked down at the crowd, like the eyes of the sky, the light was so sacred, with the compassion of saving the world and helping the needy. Legend has it that when the Buddha appeared, it was to save the world. People in purgatory saw the Buddha's light and were transported to bliss.
The Buddha used his body to cross the catastrophe, why was he able to watch so many people die without any waves
"Don't be afraid."
Mr. Yan, who was pressing on his shoulder, noticed that Chen Geguang was trembling slightly. He was holding the sword, his muscles were tense, and he looked at the eyes of the stone statue opened in the yellow sand, unable to turn his head. The fangs on the edge of the sword in his hand shone coldly, he paused, and whispered in a hoarse voice.
"No one is afraid."
Chen Geguang stood up straight and clenched the knife tightly. He trembled involuntarily under the gaze of the stone statue. It was the instinctive fear of ordinary people when facing the power of Tianwei, but his voice was very steady and very calm. calm.
Like a blade, with a sharp edge.
The neighing of the war horses is getting closer and closer, and the shadow in the yellow sand is getting clearer and clearer. It is indeed an army, wrapped in black gauze, wearing a bamboo hat, sitting on a white-boned horse that can come and go freely in the yellow sand. The black shadow stopped not far from them, and stopped around the drooping stone statue.
Across the sand, the legendary Naam army was indistinct, with a strange aura.
They formed an encirclement circle around the formation with camel bells hanging, as if they were afraid of the formation in mid-air, but also seemed to be waiting for something.
The formation formed by the ropes and the Bouyek camel bells that have been tampered with is like a barrier to protect them at this time, but neither Mr. Yan nor Chen Geguang are fools. No one will believe this trap that caused all the accidents to happen. It was set up to protect them.
After the black shadow appeared, the sound of the camel bell gradually became quieter, and the flames on the camel bell gradually dimmed.
Bells are originally a kind of magical thing. No matter where there are legends about bells calling back souls, the purpose of those bells hanging on the ropes seems to be to attract the army that belongs to the kingdom of death in these legends.
After the appearance of Zang Mu's army, they seem to have already retired.
As the fire gradually extinguished, there was only Sanskrit written by someone unknown on the bell. The sound of the bell became quieter, but the wind and sand around it did not. But Zang Mu's army, which surrounded them, parted a path right in front of them.
The gap in the black shadow was facing the gigantic stone statue with its head hanging.
On the road that was left out, the yellow sand that connected the sky and the earth also tore a gap, and the sand drifted down in that short gap, and the sight there gradually became clear. At the end of the stone statue, there seems to be a door with a faint golden light.
The meaning of those black shadows seems to be to let them go on that road and walk into that door.
"Let's go?" Chen Geguang is not a cultivator, so he doesn't know what Mr. Yan's cultivation is, but from Mr. Yan pulling him back just now, it can be seen that Mr. Yan has no way to deal with the hanging stone statue and the surrounding legends. Zang Mu's army.
only…
Chen Geguang looked at the door at the end of the road, and the feeling that his every move was calculated by others became more and more lingering.
The person who set up the situation seemed to want them to walk through that door.
This feeling of having to do what someone else wants is extraordinarily infuriating...and powerless.
"Walk."
Mr. Yan squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the door, and suddenly sneered, the sword across his chest drooped, pointing obliquely at the ground.
"Follow me."
After all, he took the lead in walking towards the path made by the shadow.
Leaving the formation map without wind and sand and walking on that road, there are still countless yellow sands outside the road, and only some shadows can still be seen vaguely. But the feeling of being stared at by countless people is creepy. Chen Geguang tried to see the faces of those black shadows, but he could only see vague figures wearing hats and cloaks.
"It's okay." Mr. Yan slowed down and waited for him, "It's just the shadows of some dead people."
He stared at the black shadow at the end of the road, at the size of a stone statue, wondering what he was thinking.
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After rushing for an entire afternoon, the Buyiks arrived at another rocky mountain with a strange shape, but Asa did not ask them to set up tents to prepare for a rest, but ordered them to immediately start preparing the bonfire needed for the sacrifice.
At this time, the sun was still hanging in the west, the sky began to dim, and the small half of the sky in the east had already revealed the night.
"What are you looking at?"
Dotana was very preoccupied all afternoon, thinking about the past few days, she turned her head and saw the civil servant from Jintang standing not far away, looking at the direction where they stopped before, she didn't know what she was thinking, so she walked over , followed the young man's gaze.
The field of vision is blocked by high and low rocky mountains, and I can't see anything. If I look up to the sky, I can only see the gray sky over there.
"There's a sandstorm."
The young man turned his head slightly and looked at her calmly.
"There will always be sandstorms in Guazhou at night."
Dotana thought it was a rare thing for people from the Central Plains, so she explained it casually.
Wearing a generous Confucian uniform, the young man with a dignified and elegant demeanor smiled slightly and said nothing.
He turned and walked towards Asa.
Dotana frowned, feeling as if she had overlooked something. She looked at the direction the young man was looking at just now, thinking. Until Amu ran over and pulled her clothes.
"Sister A Duo, I see... a lot of... people on horses over there."
Amu tugged at her sleeve, made her squat down, whispered to her ear.
A man on a horse
Dotana was taken aback for a moment, then her face changed slightly.
Could it be the army encircled and suppressed again
Thinking of the strange order that Asa suddenly gave in the afternoon, and the strange behavior of the Central Plains man who tied the camel bell to their resting place, Dotana understood something.
She stood up, touched Amu's head, and went to find her father.
Before she left, she was stopped by Amura again: "Sister A Duo, you, do you want to stop talking to that person?"
When talking, Amu didn't dare to look in Bailishu's direction, she seemed to be subconsciously afraid of Bailishu. But even if she was subconsciously afraid, she still stubbornly grabbed Dotana's sleeve, just like she did when she grabbed her own uncle: "That person...he..."
"What? Isn't that guy a good guy?"
"No... yes... no..." Amu looked like she was about to cry. Her language skills were not good, and she tried hard to find a description, but she couldn't find it. "He, he, he... don't talk to him anymore Have you spoken, okay?"
In the end, Amu couldn't find any words to describe it, so he could only ask in a low voice over and over again.
An eleven or twelve-year-old girl, even if she can see many things, is still very naive, thinking that as long as her sister A Duo stops talking to the person who has so many pictures, nothing will happen to her, but she doesn’t. Understand, all of them have already stood on Nam's old place.
He was already a member of the Bureau.
"They're asking if you're a good person."
Ye Qiusheng leaned on the rock, holding the knife, and lazily watched the Buyek people busy. When Bailishu came over, he tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, and teased.
"Good guy?"
Bailishu said the word once, and he smiled slightly and uncontrollably.
"I was not a good person."
He spoke softly, as if stating something.
"Good man..." Ye Qiusheng seemed to have thought of something, he raised his head, looked at the sky that had been shrouded in night, as if he was talking to himself, or as if talking to Bailishu, "What is there? Good man!"
He laughed too.
With unspeakable... helplessness.
no good man
Elder Ye Yi, the number one of the Eight Sects and Nine Mysteries of the Immortal Sect, would not be a good person, and Ye Qiusheng, who walked incognito in the Twelve Dynasties, would not be a good person, and the Patriarch of the Dongling Tomb, who counted all the secrets, would not be a good person.
Bailishu looked at the bonfire that was gradually being set up, lowered his eyes and thought about the white snow that was also the snowy night.
He twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to laugh, but he didn't.
The author has something to say: Be it Bailishu, Ye Qiusheng, Chen Geguang, Yi Heping... They are all people who are difficult to define with one or two words as labels. Just like good and bad, right and wrong, it is difficult to clearly distinguish them.