Nightfall Chapter 104: Human World (Part 2)

Central Plains was in the deep spring, and the northern frontier did not feel cold, but started to get very hot ahead of time. The weather in recent years, just like Haotian’s mood, has always been unpredictable.

Along with the intense heat, there is still dryness. The edge of the wasteland has always been less rainy, and now it is even more dusty. Although the grass in the wilderness remains stubbornly green, it is very ugly.

Weicheng is even more so. Numerous traces of the soil wall are carved by the northwest wind, and the floating earth is everywhere. If it were in previous years, the veteran covered in mud should be cursing his mother in the simple barracks at this time, the general named Ma He sighed at the muddy mud wine in the bowl in his hand.

It is still dusty today, but those pictures can no longer be reproduced. There are traces of the war two years ago in the corner. Wind energy cuts out the wounds of the soil wall, but it can't erase the old black blood stains. The sloping well with slightly astringent well water has long been filled with sand by the barbarians, and the simple barracks have long collapsed. The dilapidated and abandoned town is no longer inhabitable, and there is no one inside.

There are no people in Weicheng, but there are people outside the city. Dozens of tents stood tall in the wind and sand, and from time to time there was the sound of praying to the heavens, and the barbarians who were still used to living in the wild seemed very happy.

Obviously being exposed to the scorching sun and strong wind, Ning Que's face became paler and paler. He looked at the homeland like a dead city and remained silent. No one knew what he was thinking.

Sangsang's spirit was much better than the previous days. She was sitting by the car window, looking at the tents, feeling the pure spiritual power from the heart, and her expression was calm.

After countless years of unremitting efforts by the Dao Sect, the most powerful force in the wasteland, the Golden Tent King Court, finally changed its original belief and fell under the brilliance of Haotian.

They worship Changshengtian, which is Haotian, which is Sangsang.

The wind outside Weicheng gradually stopped, and a cloud of clouds came from nowhere, just blocking the scorching sun, and the wind blowing from the depths of the wasteland became a lot cooler. The barbarians walked out of the tent and felt the rare comfort. Shuang, with a cheerful smile on his face, some pious old men kissed the ground, thanking Haotian for his blessing.

Ning Que looked back at Sangsang and said, "Your cloud?"

Sangsang didn't answer him, raised the blue curtain, got out of the carriage, and walked slowly in the tent, feeling the barbarian's respect and love for him, his eyebrows gradually spreading, and the flowers on his shirt blooming.

After leaving the Xiling Temple, she went to Dahe and Lanke Temple, as well as Nanjin and Tang Kingdoms. She had never felt this way in those places. It was only then that she felt that she was walking in her own world.

The sun is sinking to the west, the temperature is getting more and more pleasant, and more and more barbarians are walking out of the tent. The women are preparing for dinner, and the men are preparing wood for the bonfire at night. It is very lively.

No one can see Sangsang and him.

The barbarians around the tent suddenly cheered. Ning Que turned around and looked around. He saw a black horse coming from the south of Weicheng. The horses were driven by dozens of golden tent cavalry.

Looking at this scene, the emotions on his face became a little complicated.

Those horses are not wild horses, but the horses of the gods raised by Tang State in Xiangwanyuan. In the peace agreement he personally signed, Xiangwanyuan and the Walled City of Seven were ceded to the Palace of the Golden Horde.

The number of war horses in the Tang Dynasty has decreased, and it is difficult to supply supplies. In the plan of the Xiling Temple, as long as three years later, the Tang army will have no available war horses. Even if the war starts again, Tang Guo will undoubtedly lose.

In other words, from the day Tang Guo ceded to Wanyuan, Tang Guo could no longer stand up.

The horse group that came outside Weicheng was one thousand horses, which was the last batch of trophies harvested by the royal court. The barbarians were naturally happy. The bonfire in the tent suddenly increased and the number of sheep slaughtered doubled. , And even the nobles ordered the slaves to move out countless jars of fine wine, so there was a burst of more violent cheers.

The night came, and the bonfire was lit, and all the barbarians walked out of the tent and began to eat meat and drink around the fire. When the wine was full, they started wrestling and frolicking, and the young men and women began to dance enthusiastically.

Ning Que stood outside and looked at this scene with a calm expression. In fact, he used a lot of strength to control the Weicheng that was already in ruins.

The more lively the barbarian tribe, the deserted the Tucheng, the happier the barbarians, the sadder the Tucheng, the more vigorous the bonfire, the more angry the Tucheng.

The big dark horse felt his mood at this time and slowly lowered his head. At this time, Sangsang finished his tour of his world, walked back to the carriage, looked at him and asked: "Are you angry?"

Ning Que calmly said: "Yes, I am very angry."

Sangsang asked: "The reason?"

Ning Que did not look at her, and said, "This is a human emotion, and it has nothing to do with you."

Sangsang said: "Although I am not a human being, I can analyze this emotion."

Ning Que said: "You don't understand."

Sangsang said: "Then you can tell me."

Ning Que said: "I am angry, naturally because of these barbarians, but I am even more angry at your lack of anger, which makes me very sad and disappointed, and some even begin to doubt my own thoughts."

Sangsang said: "Why should I be angry?"

Ning Que turned and looked at her for a long time. His voice was slightly cold and said, "You have lived here."

Sangsang's expression remained unchanged and said, "I have lived in many places."

Ning Que stared into her eyes and said, "People in Weicheng used to love you that way."

Sangsang looked at the abandoned Tucheng in the night and was silent for a while, then she pointed to the barbarians who were reveling by the campfire and said, "These people love me very much, too."

Ning Que suppressed his anger and said, "Can this be the same?"

Sangsang said calmly: "They are all my people, I treat them exactly the same."

Ning Que could no longer control his emotions, and shouted angrily: "If you have not become an idiot, then it should be clear that these people in Weicheng... are because of you!"

Sangsang’s expression remained unchanged, the emotions in his voice were still so calm, or there was no emotion, so that people felt more cold than this: "Except this time? For countless years, humans have been used to mine. Killing each other in name, do I need to be responsible every time?"

Ning Que looked into her eyes and said, "You know...except this time."

After saying this, he did not continue, silently walked into the carriage, swung his horse whip and flicked it in the air. The sound of the whip was loud, dispelling the light from the cool night breeze and bonfire. .

Just as the carriage passed the tent group, it stopped again.

Tonight, the moon is curved like a hook, and it is not bright. The night sky is full of stars, and the stars are scattered on the wasteland, slightly illuminating the black field and a huge pile of rocks.

There are dozens of wooden frames supported in the pile of stones. On the shelves are corpses that have been decayed and then dried by the wind. From the already broken clothing room, it can be recognized that these dead are all Tang Jun.

Ning Que didn't know whether this was the show off of the Golden Tent King Court after the war, or the spy ranger sent by the Tang army to the wasteland last year and suffered extremely cruel torture after being arrested.

His face is very calm, as if frosted.

With a sharp sound, the iron knife was taken out of its sheath, and at a distance of several tens of feet, he slashed at the pile of rocks. The iron knife broke the wind silently, but could hear a Suzaku's roar.

The sound of the rock pile broke into two pieces.

A raging flame shot from the blade of the blade and fell on the pile of rocks. In an instant, the wooden racks and the Tang Jun corpses on the shelves were burned into the cleanest ashes.

Ning Que returned the knife to its sheath. The carriage continued to move forward. Instead of getting into the carriage, he sat on the cowl, listening to the friction between the wheels and the weeds, watching the night in silence.

I don’t know how long it took, Sangsang’s voice sounded in the carriage: "I thought you would kill all the humans outside Weicheng, or slowly burn them to death with fire."

Ning Que didn't look back, and asked without emotion, "Will you stop it?"

Sangsang said: "I don't know."

Ning Que mocked and said, "Is there anything Haotian doesn't know?"

Sangsang said: "Because of some things, I suddenly don't want to count."

Ning Que thought about the heroic prairie boys and the beautiful girls whose faces were blushed by the campfire. They gradually calmed down, even with a smile on their faces.

"I said in the Chang'an City Palace, when I was in Qinghe County, I said many times in many places, these people will die, none of them will be left, so I am not in a hurry."

The carnival by the campfire, the young men and women dancing to each other, the pious old man, the ignorant boy who can already ride horses, if this kind of beauty is destroyed, what kind of beauty will it be?

Sangsang’s voice is slightly cold: "Do you think I will allow it?"

Ning Que said: "So I will defeat you first, and then kill them all."

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This trip is a retrospect. From Lanke Temple to Chang'an is one section, and from Weicheng to the west is another section of the past. The same two people, the same dark horse and black cart, but that year, the sky was on the sky. The crowd followed, the sound of black crows, but today is so silent and quiet.

After leaving Weicheng, Ning Que became silent a lot for unknown reasons. He talked less and less with Sangsang, and the time spent in a daze watching Qingcaiye grew longer and longer.

When passing by Sabi Lake, according to the original idea, he would definitely rest here for one night to let Sangsang relive some of the past. However, he suddenly changed his mind and continued to set off overnight.

Sangsang understood his emotional problems, but she didn't care, at least Ning Que couldn't tell that she didn't care, and the things she had to consider were indeed more important.

Haotian can count everything in the world, and she calculated that this trip would have a very satisfactory result, but when her thoughts were radiating between Tiandiqingyuan, she again confirmed that there was something she couldn't figure out.

Because she can't figure it out, she has to see it with her own eyes. After seeing all of her own human world, she has to look at people or things beyond the human world, and then leave.

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