Nightfall Chapter 82: The symbol and the tree and the bridge and the people tied to it
Situ Yilan sighed in his heart, said goodbye to him, and led the horse to the bottom of the meadow.
The battle of the Seven Fortresses has come to an end, and the work of clearing the battlefield has basically been completed. Now she will lead the cavalry to continue deep into the grassland and follow Xu Chi's footsteps to make a final attack on the golden account.
The war is over, and the killing has just begun.
She hoped that the world would stop giving Ning Que this opportunity, but she had to continue to kill.
Leading the horse to the bottom of the meadow, she couldn't help but look back and saw that the morning sun was rising. Ning Que stood in the morning, with golden light glowing at the edge of her body, looking at it with a sacred feeling.
If she had the opportunity to see Ye Su's becoming a sage in the capital of Song State, she might link the two together, but unlike Ye Su, Ning Que stood in the light and stood in a shadow.
He is a little dim, not easy to see clearly.
Situ Yilan suddenly sympathized with him.
Hundreds of thousands of people died because of his words, but he was so calm and didn't care-because he didn't find Sangsang, he has no love and hatred for this world, this kind of person is naturally the most terrifying , But this kind of person is not the most pitiful, why does he live?
Tang Jun set off, Weicheng became quiet again.
Without the isolation of the Array Master, the terrifying buzzing sound of countless mosquitoes and flies echoed in the sky and the earth like wind and thunder. Sometimes the clouds covered the sun, and hundreds of vultures flew over with unpleasant calls under the clouds. .
Ning Que didn't care about these. He had never seen so many corpses and blood in his life, but such a tragic and terrifying picture. I've seen too much, too much, too much.
He walked into the wasteland full of blood and looked down at the weeds under his feet that were condensed into chaos by blood, looked at the soil that was condensed in blood, and walked all the way in contemplation until he reached that place. In front of the head mountain.
Contemplation and contemplation are not emotions, but a careful perception of the aura in it-the powerful blood sacrifice formation of the Golden Horde State Master gave him some hints about the power of the world. It's not just from living people. It also comes from the dead. What does he need to do if he wants to use these powers?
The wilderness soaked in blood has many footprints. In a pop. Very shallow blood accumulated in the footprints. A very strong fishy intent, a lot of resentment, until a clear trace was formed.
Ning Que walked in the wilderness for three full days. Leave a lot of footprints.
If someone is sitting in the clouds at this time and looking at the grassland below, you should be able to see a very complicated pattern. The pattern is centered on Weicheng, with the Ren'tou Mountain as the culprit, with dozens of The blood-stained wilderness around the inside is used as the curtain, with his footprints as the lines, the complexity is unimaginable.
This pattern is a very complex array, or rather, a very large symbol.
Then he left Weicheng and went to Kaiping. This time he spent a little while watching, and only walked for one day, because he had become more proficient. Then, he went to Qucheng again, until he had walked through all the Seven Fortresses, and there was a very complicated blood formation outside the Seven Fortresses.
If the person looking towards the ground from the sky flies higher and farther, you should be able to see that the seven complex blood formations are like seven ink dots, connected into a straight line.
The line is very scribble and random, not like a complete stroke, more like the beginning of a stroke.
The seven extremely complex arrays are just ink dots, and the straight lines formed by the seven arrays are just the beginning of a stroke. If this stroke is completed, how long will it be? How magnificent will it be?
Before Ning Que wrote this stroke, no one would ever know.
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After arranging these seven large formations, Ning Que returned to Weicheng.
Weicheng is still silent, only the **** horse and the gangsters are waiting for him.
The big dark horse walked up to him without showing the joy of reunion after a long absence, because it clearly felt Ning Que's exhaustion and his true thoughts, so it bowed its head.
Ning Que stretched out his hand and gently stroked its neck.
It is not that he is comforting it, but it is comforting him in this way.
Countless people on the prairie were killed, blood poured on the prairie, everything, all the sins and notoriety, just to write that stroke, for the greatest anxiety in his heart.
The faint fear and anxiety, like a whip, kept beating on him, causing pain in the depths of his soul and making him more and more anxious.
He was anxious to leave Weicheng and head south, because he did not find her in Weicheng.
"I can't find her... The master, the big brother, and the alcoholic probably haven't found her yet, but I have to find her, so I want to ask you to help me."
Ning Que looked at the black donkey in the Poran, and asked seriously.
The black donkey was silent for a while, and unconsciously pulled the grapes on the plate with his front hoof. Even if he was arrogant and lazy, he knew the importance of this matter—its former owner died in her. Hands.
An unpleasant rattling sound resounded through the wilderness outside Weicheng.
Getting the promise of the black donkey, Ning Que's mood finally relaxed a little. He rolled over and rode on the **** horse, gently pinched the horse's belly, only to hear a cheerful neigh, black lightning reappeared between heaven and earth.
A straight line appeared on the field, straight to the square.
Heaven and Earth are grasslands, he is a wild horse, and he keeps searching.
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Compared with the northern grasslands where the war stretches, the Central Plains are also not quite peaceful, and there are many beacon works everywhere.
The Xiling Temple Cavalry led by Long Qing, with the full cooperation of the Kingdom of Yan, went all the way to the wasteland from the Tang army in the North Camp of the West Town, helping the remaining power of the Zuozhen King's Court, struggling to support it under the strong attack of the deserters.
After Xiling Temple completely controlled the Southern Jin Dynasty, it ordered the Nanjin Army to split into two lines. **Hai personally led the temple cavalry, and the mighty army of the Southern Jin Dynasty, are planning to attack the Dahe country on the opposite bank, the wind on both sides of the river has become sharp, and the old genus of the ruling temple loyal to Ye Hongyu is in Xiling. There were **** and terrifying assassinations in the Kingdom of God and the Southern Jin Dynasty, trying to delay the march of the coalition forces southward.
Real **** battles did not take place on these battlefields. It happened in many inconspicuous places: for example, a small town, a ruined hall in a town, a fishing village by the sea, an iron mine on the Fuchun River in Qinghe County, these places Most people died.
This is because the spread of Protestantism is rooted in poverty and anger, so naturally it started from these places. Of course, the suppression of Protestantism by Xiling Temple is also the bloodiest here.
After Ye Su's death, Protestantism was severely suppressed. But it didn't take too long. With the secret support of Tang Guo, he regained his life, and even felt a sense of rebirth from the ashes.
Chen Pipi has already left Chang'an and has inherited his brother's will. Preaching everywhere. Silent and firm implementation of the established policy. Vow to overthrow the old **** of the world.
The disciples hiding in various places accepted Chen Pipi's leadership without any hesitation. The respected teacher Ye Su as a saint, and Chen Pipi as the pope, began to launch a full-scale offensive against the old world.
The spread of Protestantism among the people is in full swing.
Xiling Temple’s suppression of Protestantism is like a mountain like a sea, without the gift of God, and its own majesty and horror.
One of the official buildings in the small county town has been scorched. It is said that the fire was lit by a Protestant mob a few days ago, but the fire was a bit strange. It hadn’t rained for many days and the air was extremely dry, but the fire did not spread. Burned down a remote wing, but there was a pregnant maid in the wing.
Today’s trial, the county magistrate made a closing statement with unimaginable efficiency. More than ten Protestant believers were escorted to the only Taoist temple in the county, and they were put on the stake in front of the people of the county. After a while, they were burnt to scorched corpses. People's eyes were a little panic, or there was no sympathy, but there was fear and anger.
——People noticed that the eyes of those Protestant believers were so angry and desperate, they opened their mouths in the flame but couldn't speak! Many people know the relationship between the maid and the magistrate, and the madam’s uncle is a priest in the Taoist temple. The madam is very jealous...
In a fishing village by the East China Sea, for the same ridiculous reason, more than 20 Protestant believers were tied to death by males loyal to the patriarch and deacons sent by Zhoucheng priests, and then tied heavy stones... With a heart-pounding pomp, these Protestant believers were sunk into the sea and turned into poor souls.
In front of the ruined Taoist temple in a small town, the priest whose forehead was injured by the crowd pushing against the wall the day before, looked at the angry people, his pale cheeks were full of murderous intentions, and his eyes were full of viciousness. Flame, sternly shouted: "Whoever dares not to pay, these people are your fate!"
Seven cavalrymen of the Xiling Temple in armor, standing indifferently under the stone steps of the Taoist Temple, condescendingly looked at the angry but afraid to resist the people, in front of their horses, there were more than ten people lying in a pool of blood The corpses of the people.
Compared with these places full of cruel killings, Qinghe County seems to be relatively peaceful. There are obviously many people here—especially young people who are interested in the Tang Dynasty. Protestantism spreads very quickly in secret, but at least on the surface. It seemed calm, or it was because Lito Yokogi and his army were here.
This does not mean that Hengmu Liren is very benevolent, nor does it mean that the bloodliness of the people in Qinghe County was completely broken before the more than 100,000 coalition forces, but because the killing has already started ahead of schedule and the blood has flowed too much, so there is peace.
The tens of thousands of miners who first began to resist in the iron mine on the banks of the Fuchun River were killed. Many Protestants in Yangzhou City and the suburbs were also killed. In short, Hengmu Liren killed many people. .
On both sides of the straight official road leading to the north outside Yangcheng State, there were originally many green trees planted. At this time, in the early spring and early summer, it should have been lush and green, but this is not the case, because almost every road tree The body of a rebel was hung on it, and the foul-smelling green leaves fell, and the picture looked terrifying.
The two banks of the Fuchun River were also shrouded in terror. There were corpses hanging between the beautifully-lined bridges. Blood and indescribable sap dripped from those stiff feet and fell into the rivers and streams. The extremely clear water that has nurtured Qinghe people for countless years has become bloody, and the nose smells extremely unpleasant.
The beautiful and peaceful Qinghe County has become what it is now. The once lively city of Yangzhou, everyone has their eyes on the road, and the silence is oppressive. Those nobles who remember their homeland a thousand years ago and want to leave the Tang state. , Looking at the current picture, will you regret your decision?
Even if they regret it, they have nothing to do.
The current Qinghe County has been completely controlled by the Xiling Temple Cavalry and the Southern Jin Army. Especially when Hengmu Liren showed his iron and blood and unimaginable strength, no one dared to be surprised.
A god, walking slowly on the straight street of Yangzhou City, came to the quiet lake, all those who saw this **** fell on their knees, expressing their respect for Haotian In awe, in the streets a little farther away, more people closed their doors and windows as quickly as possible, for fear of being seen by someone.
In the veil of ten thousand heavy curtains, Hengmu Liren's expression is quiet, and his immature cheeks have an innocent look, even when he sees the dead bodies of sinners on the lakeside with wooden stakes through his body.
He really doesn't care about these **** images.
Because these pictures were originally created by him.
He thinks that since he is the son of Haotian, he has the power to rule this world, and whoever dared to violate his will should die.
The lake breeze struck lightly, and the curtains shook slightly.
The very light floral fragrance mixed with the very light **** smell, through the veil, came to his nose.
He took a deep breath, looking naive and intoxicated, so he looked cruel.
Either because the lake breeze was a little bit cold, or because he sucked too deeply, he suddenly coughed, and two abnormal blushes came out of his white face, which seemed a bit painful.
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