The old man who brought him out from the snowy night, who seemed to be omnipotent and possessed unpredictable supernatural powers, died in the end. died at his hands.
I don't kill Boren, Boren died because of me.
Bailishu had never killed anyone himself, but countless people died because of him, and those karma would eventually be attributed to him. In this way, why didn't he have blood on his hands
Before dying, the old man begged him to lead the Baili family down. Later, when dealing with Baili's family affairs, Bailishu thought of that snowy night again and again, thinking that if the old man hadn't found him that day, what would happen next
But Baili Shu knew that this was impossible.
Even if it wasn't an old man, there would be others who would come to find him and take him away.
"Bailishu, Bailishu..."
He recited the name the old man told him, the name he himself was unwilling to prove that he was unwilling to pursue, and looked down at the deep darkness underground.
—Your surname is Baili, but your single name is Shu.
"who I am?"
Holding the torch, Baili Shu stared at the blurry shadow reflected on the smooth stone surface of the railing, a face that was no different from the previous life, and a name that was exactly the same as the previous life. He asked softly, like asking the shadow, and like asking himself.
He asked that question again, only this time, no one came to answer him.
Bailishu sighed softly, and walked down again, layer by layer. The black tower in the ancient battlefield of the Difen War is full of traps, and there are many traps on the stone steps. But Bailishu walked on it, just like walking on ordinary flat ground, and he avoided all the deadly traps.
Like, this isn't the first time he's been here.
The young man in white walked on the dark, spiraling downward stone steps, getting lower and lower. As he continued to walk down, the light of the torch gradually turned into a small spot of light.
Going down layer by layer, Bailishu finally stood at the bottom.
The lowest floor, Bingzhou Qingming Pagoda, is used to place spirit cards, but here is a small prison cell.
The door of the prison cell is set on the top, and there are two seals on the left and right. It is reasonable to say that these two seals have been pasted for a long time, at least from the Wanxian Era to the present, but the writing on it But it's just like what I just wrote. Bailishu walked over and lit the seal with a torch.
The surrounding area was very quiet, and Baili Shu didn't move any more.
He is very familiar with the handwriting on the seal.
—that was his own handwriting.
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Attracted by the Qingming Pagoda, the remaining disciples of the Eight Immortal Sects in Bingzhou City walked into the deep black pagoda.
In fact, it is not that there are no living things left in Bingzhou City. On the Bingzhou City, amidst the clouds that are ten thousand feet high, birds of the sky are still circling and flying. The change in the Qingming Pagoda did not seem to affect this bird that lives in the sky.
But at this time, these Ling Xiaoniao, which people know and cannot be controlled by people, seem to be spying. They are flying in the clouds, watching the immortal disciples who have entered the Qingming Pagoda in Bingzhou City one after another. This kind of bird that lives in the sky has excellent eyesight and is good at flying. If it is really controlled, it is equivalent to that person mastering countless "eyes of the sky" that will not attract people's attention!
The last batch of disciples of the Hehuan Sect who arrived also stepped into the Bingzhou Qingming Pagoda, and a small part of the Ling Xiaoniao hovering in mid-air suddenly dispersed.
That small part shuttled among the clouds, and flew towards the direction of the capital of the Chen Dynasty.
The Chen Dynasty, this is an ancient dynasty.
Today's Chen Dynasty is generally called Nan Chen by historians of other dynasties. This is to distinguish it from the former Chen. The ancestor of the current Chen Dynasty was a general under the former Emperor Chen. The last emperor of the former Chen Dynasty was a glutton for food and drink, muddle-headed, tyrannical and innocent, and jealous of the virtuous.
Later, the famine broke out, and the last emperor was still drinking and having fun in his palace all day long. At that time, in the former Chen area, the road was covered with bones, and crows formed clouds. Chen Gaozu rebelled with the help of Jiuxuanmen, and finally burned the last emperor and those unruly warriors of the former Chen Dynasty to death in the palace.
I don't know if he still retains a loyalty to the former Chen Dynasty. After Chen Gaozu ascended the throne, despite the objections of the ministers, he still used the country name "Chen".
However, what historians mention more is not the last emperor who was murdered by his own courtiers, but those former warriors who were burned to death with the last emperor. Those are a group of lunatics who sing, dance and slash. For historians, what is puzzling is why such a group of unrestrained and rebellious lunatics would offer absolute loyalty to a fatuous dude? Even at the expense of death.
This is simply incomprehensible.
The capital of the Chen Dynasty was Dingzhou. If there hadn't been an accident on the Qingming Pagoda on the road, this would have been a stopover point that Bailishu and his party had to pass on their way to Medicine Valley.
In the capital of the Chen Dynasty, there is also a towering tower that reaches into the sky.
Located on the north-south, east-west axis of Bingzhou City, it is not the palace of the Chen Dynasty, but such a Qingming Pagoda that symbolizes the human race's overthrow of the ancient emperor's rule.
The current emperor of the Chen Dynasty, the new Emperor Chen Dynasty, who is like a playboy who is always ignorant all day long, stands in a quiet courtyard in the palace. He raises his head and looks at the huge black tower that connects the sky and the sun. This Yanmen County Shou's former dissolute friend is wearing a dragon robe at this time, and there is no trace of looseness in his eyebrows and eyes, but extremely serious.
He is obviously only a young man, but he has an extremely calm and mature temperament, and he has the majesty of a king.
He is not at all like a fatuous and incompetent king obsessed with music and beauty
"In the sky, there are even more clouds that cover the sun."
Yan Ziyu who was in Taixue back then, and now Chen Yanyu looked at the towering Qingming Pagoda and slowly recalled what Lou Shidao once said against the old master.
"My lord."
The old master who was over ninety walked up behind Chen Yanyu on crutches, and spoke respectfully. He wanted to salute Chen Yanyu, but he stopped him first.
"In this kind of place, old man, don't you use this trick?" Chen Yanyu smiled wryly, his smile only showed a bit of the shadow of Feiyang youth who was scolded every day in Taixue, "Aren't you I don’t know, I have been punished by you for copying "Li" so many times, and now I feel a headache when I see this."
"Rites cannot be wasted."
The old master slammed his cane, so angry that he wanted to give this guy who didn't care about these things a stick.
"Come on, old man." Chen Yanyu said softly, "The real courtesy is those guys who are superior. Why are you obsessed with these false self-comforting things?"
Every day, every day, the king is like the sun, it is because the king's order cannot be violated.
But what is such a heaven if the king himself must obey others
"I know you didn't like these things from the beginning."
It was rare for the old master to calm down, and he didn't raise his eyebrows at him. At this moment, the white-haired old man's eyes suddenly became sharper, and a powerful aura burst out from his body. It turned out that this old master of Taixue who looked as if he was going to die at any time was actually a master of secrets.
"You are just as arrogant as your father. However, if we don't even believe in this, if we don't believe that we are the real sun, then facing the immortal sect that has grown stronger since ten thousand years ago, there is still a lot to do." What confidence and belief?"
Chen Yanyu shook his head.
"Do not."
For the first time, he showed a very serious look in front of the old master.
"I don't care about these things. Whether it's the royal family, the sect, or those bloody aristocratic families, I don't care at all who is the master of the world. It doesn't matter if it's me or the high-ranking sect who can give orders. , it doesn't matter at all."
Before the old master reprimanded him, Chen Yanyu continued on his own.
"Before you found me, I traveled through seven states alone. Do you know what I saw?"
His tone slowed down, with a gloomy volcanic anger about to erupt.
The old master was stunned.
"I saw corpses, countless, corpses of starving people."
Chen Yanyu said coldly.
"At the beginning, because of the help of Jiuxuanmen, Gaozu made the contract of gratitude. From generation to generation, Jiuxuanmen took root in the land of the dynasty. Until now, six points of the good land in the world belong to the sect, and three points belong to the sect. In the famous family, the rest is the common people." Chen Yanyu spoke quickly, suppressing his anger.
The territory of the Chen Dynasty is so vast, but the sects and prominent families are connected with each other, and the poor people have no land to stand on.
"The famine is here, what are those high-ranking cultivators thinking?"
"They still use large tracts of land to plant those completely useless spiritual plants, and then tens of thousands of refugees starve to death!"
Chen Yanyu's voice suddenly rose, full of endless anger.
He clenched his fists, remembering that year when he was walking along a long road with a group of hungry refugees. There were fertile fields on both sides of the road, but the spiritual plants that were planted in the fields were not edible. Those spiritual plants will be used to refine them into pieces of spirit stones and pills, but they will not be used to save the common people.
Some hungry people who couldn't bear it tried to steal those spiritual plants, but were killed by the formation.
The heads of those people flew up, and the blood splashed on the road and landed on Chen Yanyu's face.
He touched the blood that was slowly dripping down his face, and finally understood the sarcasm his father would show when he mentioned Zongmen.
Zongmen, immortal cultivators, to mortals, they are immortals aloof.
What is a fairy
Immortal caresses my top, knots my hair and grants longevity? joke.
The so-called immortals are the kind of bastards who stand above the clouds and watch the sea turn into mulberry fields with cold eyes. Even if the world is covered with blood, a million corpses will not attract their attention at all. What they care about is their majesty, their avenue, and those illusory eternal lives.
The old master was silent, and he sighed faintly.
"You are exactly the same as your father..." The old master said slowly, as if he saw the ambitious emperor again who came to ask for his help with the plan of "responsive work".
It's a pity that the emperor who was born with Bai Ni Guankong is dead.
He died at the hands of those black-robed men who came on a snowy night.
The old master stared at Chen Yanyu with a cold expression, as if he saw him continue to walk down the footsteps of Emperor Chen Ying, holding a deeper anger than his father. This is a desperate resistance, and one does not know when it will be crushed to ashes in front of those terrifying forces.
But…
"Do what you want to do. Although I am old, I still have a little strength in an old bone."
said the old master.
A Lingxiao bird hovered from the sky, and finally flew down to Chen Yanyu's shoulder.