"All right?"
Ye Qiusheng leaned against the ice-covered mountain wall, and when he heard the sound of footsteps, he looked sideways at Bailishu who was slowly coming out of the passage. Bailishu came out from the shadows, the sky light fell on him, Ye Qiusheng saw him slightly closed his eyes.
Baili Shu didn't answer him, looking at the snow-covered mountain peak, the remaining disciples of Taishangzong were waiting neatly in the snow. These young disciples had a calmness that they didn't have before.
"Let's go."
There was a slight silence for a while, Baili Shu said.
Ye Qiusheng stood up straight and walked towards the waiting disciples. He is now the head of the Taishangzong, and after restraining his usual frivolity, he also showed a calm and reliable look.
Baili Shu lowered his eyes, looking at his pale fingertips.
They stayed in Taishangzong for a while. During this time, Bailishu walked into the ground of the sealed Tianzhu alone. Ye Qiusheng didn't ask him what he was doing, but leaned against the entrance with his knife to protect him. During this period of time, other disciples of Taishangzong collected the corpses of fellow disciples and elders who died in battle, and buried them in the back mountain of Taishangzong.
And this morning, the main peak suddenly shook.
Flying snow fell down from the mountain peak, and the muffled thunderous sound seemed to come directly from the depths of the ground, and radiated upwards through the bottom layer. Ye Qiusheng, who was guarding the entrance to the Tianzhu, leaned against the mountain wall and was almost buried by the snow.
The vibration lasted for a long time.
Then, everyone felt the air tremble, and then their bodies suddenly lightened, and the surrounding space seemed to have a slight change at that moment.
—The sky pillar was destroyed.
That feeling is a kind of consciousness in the dark. It is unclear, but it can be felt.
Ye Qiusheng asked everyone to gather, and after Baili Shu came out, they went to Jiuxuanmen. This was something they had decided before Bailishu entered the ground. Bailishu would open the space passage leading to the Nine Profound Gate.
The space passage opened, and Taishangzong's disciples walked into the entrance of the passage one by one.
They looked back one last time at the pale snow-capped mountains before stepping into the passage.
This is where their brothers and sisters are buried, and this is where they grew up.
"Dally dawdling."
Ye Qiusheng bit the grass root and stood aside holding the knife, he cursed expressionlessly.
"Do you think you can escape the drudgery of continuing to sweep snow after going out? Go fast."
He seemed to be scolding Taishangzong's disciples, but everyone seemed a lot lighter after he finished speaking.
It's just that Ye Qiusheng reprimanded everyone like this, and when he and Bailishu were the only ones left, he himself was just like those disciples looking at the mountains with some ecstasy. Baili Shu didn't urge him.
"Let's go, Mr. Baili."
With a long breath, Ye Qiusheng spat out the grass root he was biting, and smiled at Bailishu.
Baili Shu nodded slightly.
Before stepping into the space passage, Baili Shu glanced back.
The snow veins of the North have been sitting on this land unchanged since ancient times, and the snow in the sky is falling, as if they are seeing them off, but also as if they don’t know anything.
The slowly falling snowflakes were printed in Bailishu's pupils.
Crystal beautiful.
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Bai Manqing was holding the wine, sitting on the city of Mengguan, drinking quietly, looking in the direction of Jintang. The young emperor of the Qi and Qin Dynasty did always do something completely unexpected, such as walking up and down alone, such as sitting on the city wall drinking wine in the middle of the night alone.
Taishangzong's battle report had already been delivered to him during the day.
For those retreating soldiers, Bai Manqing simply said, except for those he wanted to stay, let them go back to their hometowns.
The husband died in a hundred battles, and the soldiers returned after ten years.
It has been nearly ten years since the war started. In these years, both the dynasty and the immortal sect are dying.
Maybe this is the true face of history. The long-term peace is just to brew the next round of crazy war. Day after day, year or year. People are forever trapped in the flames of war, the earth will always be filled with blood, and people will never be at peace.
Why is the true face of history so cruel and crazy
I don't know what kind of answer he would give if he asked this question to that person? Bai Manqing drank the wine, thinking casually.
Then, like a child enjoying himself, he laughed to himself.
No one knew that Bai Manqing was there for the battle at Tongmen Pass. He witnessed those two arrows with his own eyes, and they were able to retreat ten thousand troops with one arrow. Others only saw the strength of the two arrows, but he saw the imperceptible sadness hidden under the disappearance of the weapon and the loss of the power from the Tianzhu.
That man wanted the end, not the kill.
Bai Manqing hid in Tongmen Pass, quietly watching the figure standing alone in the wilderness, and suddenly realized something.
As if sensing his gaze, the man raised his eyes and looked in his direction from afar.
On that night, unknown to everyone, the leader of Xianmen met with the emperor of the dynasty.
Bailishu came here alone, and no one noticed when he came. Bai Manqing was preparing wine in the quiet room at that time, and when he saw the young man in black robe walk in, he didn't show any surprise, but raised his glass to him, saying that this is a rare wine, would you like a glass
The attitude seemed to be treating a guest he had been waiting for a long time.
Baili Shu sat down opposite him.
This was the first time that Bai Manqing met this leader who was in Xianmen and had a terrifying prestige in the Eighteenth Gu Clan Middle School. But if you don't think about the two arrows he closed at Tongmen, he looks like a quiet and lonely young man, with many unresolvable thoughts hidden in his eyes forever.
"Are you waiting for me?"
Baili Shuwen, although it is a question sentence, but the tone is more like a statement.
"Yeah, I've been waiting for a long time."
Bai Manqing laughed.
"I used to think that no one would realize this." Baili Shu said after being silent for a while.
His voice is very soft.
But like a long wind, it slowly blows over the long sand dunes, and many things are slowly peeling off in the wind.
"Because in fact, in this world, the thing that people don't like the most is to face their own insignificance, right?" Bai Manqing said in a low voice. He stared at the wine glass in his hand, and the smile on his face gradually faded.
In this world, the truth is always crazy.
Like a grand absurdity.
There are very few people who see the truth directly, and most of them are crazy.
This indescribable absurdity was discovered by his teacher. When Fang Rusheng was writing the history books of the Era, he discovered that the history of the Era is like a wheel being slowly pushed by people. When the rule of wild beasts reached its peak in the Wild Era, the ancient emperor appeared, and then the city was built on the earth. . When the ancient emperor's rule reached its peak, Gushi eighteen appeared. And behind those seemingly coincidental events, there seemed to be a faint phantom.
All these changes have been shrunk down into a history book, omitting those long periods of time, showing a sense of trembling.
It's as if there is a pair of eyes watching everything on the earth all the time.
When those eyes saw that order on the land had grown from conformity to chaos, it did not hesitate to end that era.
Whether it's the desolate beast, the ancient emperor, or the eighteenth Gu family, they are all just the tools that allow history and everything on the earth to develop in an orderly manner.
After coming to this crazy speculation, Fang Rusheng went crazy.
He couldn't accept that the savage era, the chaotic era, the ten thousand immortal era... those long tens of thousands of years are actually just secondary gears that are steadily and indifferently driven on this land.
Including them, they are in a new reincarnation that is being promoted.
"Baili is the last one to appear in Gu Clan's Eighteenth Middle School."
Bai Manqing poured wine for himself, while Bailishu sat across from him, silent and silent.
Bai Manqing spent so much time, just like his teacher at the time writing the history books of the Era, spent so much time exploring the things in the Era of Ten Thousand Immortals. Bai Manqing obtained enough information from the released demons and Bei Hao and the others.
Bailishi was the last Gushi eighteen to appear at the time.
Then in the shortest time, he became the most powerful one among the eighteen ancient clans.
The Patriarch of Bailishi became the leader of the Eighteenth Gu Clan. In victory after victory, people followed his footsteps and regarded him as a god. However, Bai Manqing spent so much energy searching for a lot of information, and finally confirmed that no one knew the origin of Patriarch Bailishi.
They thought that the other party was like themselves, they just accidentally succeeded in stealing the power of the ancient emperor, and then discovered the law from it.
But, in fact—
Since the era of chaos, the fall of all the ancient emperors was caused by only one person.
There has never been only one person who really killed the ancient emperor.
Like, that pair of eyes stared at the earth for a long time, and finally chose the Gushi eighteen that was burning on the earth, and then that person came.
"It's a bit funny to say. After I confirmed it, I locked myself in a quiet room for a whole month, asking myself every day whether the truth is like this, and whether everything is just a choice."
Bai Manqing talked about his original fear freely, without any embarrassment.
"and after?"
Bai Lishu asked, but he didn't have any initial response to what Bai Manqing said earlier.
Not sure.
Nor did it deny it.
"It was like that later." Bai Manqing smiled, and he said softly, "I'm just a mortal, and my lifespan is at most a hundred years. Compared with those long histories, I'm nothing, I'm just an ant. But this In the world, ants also have their own ways of living, and ants also have their own joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys."
"And, it's already very lucky."
"A new order will eventually be established, and we are on the side of the new."
With a desperate gamble, he said.
The young mortal emperor's eyes were burning with madness.
People who look directly at the historical truth will eventually go crazy.
Fang Rusheng went crazy, and so did Bai Manqing.
Crazy is crazy, this era is a crazy era.
Bai Manqing thought, he sat on the wall of Mengguan, raised his head and took another sip of wine. He didn't have half the dignity that an emperor should have as a son of heaven, but he was more like an unruly poet. Horse, a drink and a long wind.
He remembered the last question he asked himself, and the young man sitting opposite him was silent for a long time before giving an answer.
—Order should have no feelings.
——Heaven does not have it, and history will not have it.
— but I will.
There will be love, there will be hate, there will be sorrow.
— but I am order.
The young man in a black robe said softly. He turned his head and looked out the window. His eyes seemed to have passed far, far, far away, across the wilderness, and across the chaos. The entire land of the Twelve Dynasties fell under his eyes. Like a sigh.
Looking at him, Bai Manqing felt as if he saw the vast white snow slowly falling under his eyes.
So he too was silent.
"Heaven, heaven."
Bai Manqing drank the last sip of wine and burst out laughing. He stood up, threw the wine jar down the tower, and opened his hands against the fierce cold wind.
"bring it on!"
Beihao was far away under the city wall, silently looking at the young man who was alone on the city gate with his arms open to embrace Changfeng.
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Golden Tang.
Shen Changge stood in the wind.
In the sky, the clouds are tumbling, and the lightning mad dragon is stirring in the sky like an ancient python, and the world is still white and bright by the lightning. In the very high sky, so high that mortals can only look up, an incomparably magnificent scene is unfolding. The lightning forms a vast ocean, and everything that happens on the lightning cannot be seen by mortals.
Mortals can only see that the sky is filled with countless lightnings, showing an abnormal whiteness.
It's as if the thunder pool is overturned.
The Tianzhu shattered bit by bit, as if its power was being completely absorbed bit by bit. Then it turned into ashes little by little, and fell from the sky like rain.
Shen Changge watched these, but thought of another distant land, countless mountains, the iron chains connecting the peaks, and those figures stepping down on the iron chains.
And in the sky, above the Thunder Pond, the black royal city is slowly solidifying. That is the city where giants and gods live, symbolizing the power above.
Above the royal city, a bronze throne is being formed little by little, and there is a relief of a long sword on the high throne.
A figure sits on the throne, and the stars of Zhou Tian seem to fall around this figure.
In Bingzhou far away, Bai Manqing opened his hand on the Meng Pass, and the Empress stood indifferently in the night wind. Among the Nine Profound Gates, the last one is closed tightly, Yi Heping is standing on the top of the majestic Biyong Pavilion, Elder Qin is lowering his head and wiping his knife...
The wind rolled across the earth in a mighty way, and the mountains and rivers made sounds at the same time.
—For the return after thousands of years in this era!
on the throne.
The scarlet royal robe, the suspended long sword.
The existence on the throne opened its eyes.
He showed a delighted smile, with revenge and crazy killing intent in his smile.