Zhao Ge: 125. Good people and bad people
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It's tricky.
Mr. Yan holds the sword, his eyes solemnly look at the vague black shadows in the yellow sand. The eyes on the stone statue are staring at them condescendingly in the yellow sand. The sound of the horses neighing is mixed with the sound of the wind.
Chen Geguang, who was pulling back step by step while pressing his shoulders, shook his hand holding the knife slightly.
It is true that many children in the family are also immortal cultivators, but Chen Geguang is not.
He was originally cultivated as the next patriarch, and the Chen family has a weird rule. No matter how many people in the family are cultivated, the person who serves as the patriarch must be an ordinary person. "Only as a mortal can you see the mortal world." When he was entangled when he was a child, when he was about to cultivate, his father said so.
So although he has also practiced martial arts, he was just an ordinary person from beginning to end.
He never understood what his father said, "As a mortal, you can see the mortal world".
The Chen family’s training has been passed down for so long, but why didn’t it say, what if a mortal faces an uncontestable force?
Outside the world separated by the ropes and camel bells, there is boundless yellow sand, as if the yellow sand that has been blocked by a ghost city for many years has gathered at this moment, and the legendary Nahm’s breath reveals the ancient, offended anger. The sand in all directions, the soldiers he had led for many years were swallowed in the dust, and he didn't even hear a shout.
Thousands of people, swallowed in the yellow sand, can't make a sound. They are all brave warriors, but at this time they are not even qualified to draw a sword to fight back, they are crushed to death like an ant.
The eyes that looked at them were invisible in the yellow sand, only the "Buddha statue" with the outline of the head down. Are they the eyes of the Buddha statue?
The eyes were so dazzling in the yellow sand, the Buddha looked down at everyone, like the eyes of the sky, the light was so divine, with the compassion of saving the world. Legend has it that when the Buddha appeared, he wanted to save the world. People in purgatory saw the light of the Buddha and were plunged into bliss.
Why is the Buddha able to watch so many people with his own body and die without rising?
"Don't be afraid."
Mr. Yan, who was pressing his shoulder, noticed that Chen Ge Guangzheng was trembling slightly. He was holding the sword with his muscles tense, staring at the stone statue that opened in the yellow sand, and could not look back. The fangs on the edge of the sword in his hand glowed with cold light, and he paused and said in a low voice hoarsely.
"No one is afraid."
Chen Geguang stood up straight and clenched the knife. He was shaking 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 loud. Smooth and calm.
As sharp as a blade.
The neigh of the war horse 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 hat, sitting on a white horse of bones that comes and goes freely in the yellow sand. The black shadow stopped not far from them, and stopped around the stone statue with its head down.
Across the sand, the legendary Nahm army is shadowy, with a strange aura.
They formed an encircling circle around the formation with camel bells hung, like a formation in mid-air, and like waiting for something.
The ropes and the Buyik camel bells that have moved their hands and feet form a formation. At this time, they are like a barrier to protect them, but neither Mr. Yan nor Chen Geguang are fools. No one will believe that this will cause all changes. The trap that occurred was left by the bureau to protect them.
After the black shadow appeared, the camel bell gradually decreased, and the flame on the camel bell gradually reduced the ammonia nitrogen.
Bells are originally something with magical colors. There are legends of bells calling souls everywhere. Those bells hanging on ropes seem to have the purpose of attracting these legendary troops belonging to the kingdom of death of Namu.
After the army of Zang Mu appeared, they seemed to have retired.
As the fire gradually extinguished, there was only Sanskrit written on the bell that I didn’t know who wrote it. The bell became smaller, but the wind and sand around it did not. However, Zang Mu's army that surrounded them split a path directly in front of them.
The gap in the shadow is facing the huge stone statue with its head down.
On the road that let out, the yellow sand from the sky and the earth also tore a hole, and in that short gap the sand floated and sank, and the line of sight there gradually became clear and looked over. At the end of the stone statue, there seemed to be a door with a faint golden light.
The meaning of those dark shadows seems to be for them to go down that path and walk into that door.
"Go?" Chen Geguang is not a cultivator. I don’t know what Mr. Yan’s cultivation level is, but from the moment when Mr. Caiyan pulled him back, it can be seen that Mr. Yan has no way to deal with the stone statue with its head down. And the legendary army of Zang Mu.
Just...
Chen Geguang looked at the door at the end of the road, and the feeling that every move was calculated by others became more and more ineffective.
The people who set up the game seemed to want them to walk through that door.
This feeling of having to act according to other people's wishes is exceptionally irritating...and powerless.
"Go."
Mr. Yan squinted slightly, looked at the door, and suddenly sneered. The sword across his chest drooped, pointing diagonally to the ground.
"Follow me."
After all, he took the lead to walk towards the path that Sombra gave up.
Leaving the pattern without wind and sand, walking on that road, there are still countless yellow sands outside the road, and only some shadows can be seen vaguely. But the feeling of being stared at by countless people is creepy. Chen Geguang tried to see the faces of those dark shadows, but could only see the fuzzy silhouettes with cloaks and cloaks.
"It's okay." Mr. Yan slowed down and waited for him, "No more shadows of dead people."
He stared at the black shadow at the end of the road, at the level of the stone statue, not knowing what he was thinking.
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Hurrying all afternoon, the Buyik people arrived in front of another rocky mountain with a strange shape, but Asa did not let the people set up a tent to rest, but ordered the people to immediately start preparing the bonfire needed for the sacrifice.
At this time, the sun hung to the west, the sky began to dim, and the small half of the sky to the east was already showing night.
"What are you looking at?"
Dottana had a lot of thoughts all afternoon, thinking about the things of the past few days, turned her head and saw the Jintang civil officer standing not far away, looking at the direction they had stopped before, not knowing what she was thinking, so She walked over and followed the youth's gaze.
The vision is blocked by the high and low rocky mountains, and there is nothing to see. If you look up to the sky, you can only see the gray sky over there.
"The sandstorm has started."
The young man turned his head slightly and looked at her calmly.
"There will be sandstorms in Guazhou at night."
Dottana thought this was rare and weird in the Central Plains, so she explained casually.
The young man dressed in generous Confucian clothes and elegant manners smiled slightly, and said nothing.
He turned and walked towards Asa.
Dottana frowned, feeling as if she had overlooked something. She looked at the direction the young man was looking at, and was meditating. Until Amu ran over and pulled her clothes.
"Sister A'duo, I saw there... many...people riding horses."
Amu pulled her sleeves, told her to squat down, attached to her ear, and whispered.
A man riding a horse?
Dortana was taken aback, then her face changed slightly.
Is it another encirclement army?
Thinking of the strange order that Asa suddenly issued 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.
She was stopped by Amura before she left: "Sister Ado, you, do you want to stop talking to that person?"
While speaking, Amu dared not look at Bailishu's direction. She seemed to be subconsciously afraid of Bailishu. But even if she was subconsciously afraid, she still stubbornly tugged on Dotana's sleeves, just like her uncle at the beginning: "That person...he..."
"What? Isn't that guy a good person?"
"No... yes... no..." Amu looked like she was crying, her language skills are not good, she tried to find a description, but she couldn't find it. "He he He... don't talk to him again, okay?"
Amu couldn't find a word to describe it in the end, so he could only whisper to and fro.
The eleven or twelve-year-old girl, even if she can see a lot of things, is still naive. She feels that as long as her sister A Duo doesn’t talk to the person with so many pictures, she can do nothing. , But don't understand that all of them are already standing on Nahm's old place.
Already a person in the bureau.
"They are saying if you are a good person."
Ye Qiusheng leaned on the rock, holding a knife, and lazily watching the Buyik tribe being busy. When Baili Shun came over, he raised his eyebrows and joked.
"Good guy?"
Bai Li Shu said the word once, and he smiled slightly, unchecked.
"I am not a good person."
He said softly, as if to state something.
"Good guy..." Ye Qiusheng seemed to have thought of something too. He raised his head and looked at the sky that was already covered by night, as if he was talking to himself, and as if he was talking to Bailishu. "There are no good people!"
He laughed too.
With indescribable... helpless.
Is there any good people?
Elder Ye Yi, who is the first in the Eight Sects and Nine Profounds of the Immortal Gate, would not be a good person, and Ye Qiusheng, who walked incognito in the 12 dynasties, would not be a good person. Good people.
Bai Li looked at the bonfire that was gradually set up, and lowered his eyes to think of the snowy night.
He twitched the corner of his mouth as if he wanted to laugh, but he didn't laugh.