I walked for a long, long time in the cold wind and rain, but I couldn't find my way, and blood flowed out of my body and stained the ground.
Fortunately, my head still knows which direction to go, but it seems that I can't walk.
In a mountain forest only a few hundred meters away from the border between the Ji Chi tribe and Dazheng, there was a bloody man who dragged his steps, but he couldn't hold on and fell down after all.
He is the second king, and he is regarded as the main person who stirred up the storm in Cangtu City, if it weren't for his existence, Ling Yan's strategy might be difficult to achieve, but after exchanging injuries with Hong Tong, he found that the other party's strength was much higher than in the intelligence, and in the process of escaping from Ji Chi, he was also assassinated by the Saucer Department, if he hadn't died early in the morning, he just struggled all the way and seemed to be unable to go back.
From here, you can see the sentinels of Taizheng, but this short few hundred meters is like a moat, and he can't step on it at all, Wang Er, an ordinary Taizheng soldier, finally died in Ji Chi, maybe for several years and decades, no one knows that he died here not far from the border.
He is different from Liang Yi, the widow of Zhen Shijun, Liang Yi died vigorously, he died in obscurity, but both of them died of greatness in the end.
Liang Yi's wife and daughter Liang Siliang was sent to the Zhenshi Wangfu after a month, and the mother and daughter were received by Xiang'er, the most special maid in the palace, Xiang'er looked at the little girl An An with a dirty face, and held her in her arms to see Ling Ji in distress.
After Ling Ji learned the identity of Shaoge's mother and daughter, he almost spilled tears, the old pawn of Zhenshi was too bitter.
He immediately asked the best room for the mother and daughter, and at the same time personally asked the kitchen to cook a table of good dishes, and he had to personally receive the widow of the deceased.
Shake Ge was flattered, although he knew that his husband should have been a member of the legendary Zhenshi Army of the Taisho Dynasty in the past, but he never thought that he would be able to enter the Zhenshi Palace, which is famous all over the world.
As the daughter of a tribal chief, Shao Ge knew that the kind-looking old man in front of him was the owner of his legendary terrifying killing camp, and his status was not even lower than that of the chief of the Jiutu tribe, maybe even higher.
After arranging for Shaoge and An An to rest, Ling Ji left the mansion overnight, and the carriage of the palace slowly drove into the Prison Heaven Division, and later people heard that Ling Ji, the owner of the camp, had a big quarrel with the chief of the department, Hong Luoyu, and said that even the threshold of the courtyard was almost cut by Ling Ji.
After many years, Ling Ji entered the Prison Heaven Division again and ended in a farce, many officials in Beijing were watching, if Ling Ji of the Zhenshi Palace's Mansion suddenly reconciled with the Prison Heaven Division, would it be an accident that the disbanded Killing Battalion might have to be reorganized, and it was already terrifying for himself and others to have the golden clothes of the Ghost Camp on their heads, how could they stand it if there was another Killing Battalion.
Some officials even took the risk to play, asking for the killing of those who exist in the shadows to kill the people in the camp, among which there are more Jiangnan foreign officials who said that there are a group of unknown martial arts people who disturb Jiangnan, and ask His Majesty to send a golden silk cloth to kill, this official is just taking office as one of the eight prefects of Jiangnan Road, the great benevolence scholar Yan Ji, who has just entered the court is the upstart of the fourth grade, which caused a good talk in Beijing, and the scholars of the Hanmen all said that His Majesty is Shengming.
He folded this paper, the Son of Heaven agreed, issued an order that all those who appeared in the market to violate the ban by force, regardless of killing, for a time actually set off a panic in the rivers and lakes outside the temple, killing those Jianghu people to gather the hardest, and some people found that some of the so-called martial arts people who were killed by Jin Xuanyi and local soldiers were once in the court army, and there were also swordsmen who had been in the killing camp.
Hong Luoyu sighed in the Heavenly Prison Division, Your Majesty, this is another ruthless trick to draw salaries.
What happened in the capital Ling Yan didn't know, he stood on a high city wall, there was no light everywhere, no one, this was a city that had been slaughtered by Ji Chi and Dazheng, there was no one anymore, for more than a month, he complained a little about why Hong Luoyu made such a deal with the gods of the northern land.
If it weren't for this deal, Liang Yi wouldn't have died so quickly, Wang Er wouldn't have died, and so many innocent people of the Jiutu tribe shouldn't have died.
He is standing here today, waiting for God, and he wants to ask why you did such a deal.
The night in winter was very thick, there was no starlight in the sky, let alone moonlight, and the silhouette in the distance could not be seen, in fact, it could be said that he could not see his five fingers, but Ling Yan still knew that there was a person standing next to him suddenly by his senses, no, it should be a god.
Ling Yan didn't look back and said softly, "Smell it, is there still a smell of blood wafting in the air?"
Nanyi couldn't see clearly in the night, so he didn't know if he was wearing the straw sandals on his feet, but he couldn't feel trembling when he spoke.
He replied, still with a nonchalant attitude: "No, I am God, and for me there is no such thing as a taste."
Ling Yan was a little angry, what he had seen and heard during this time made him a little disgusted by this god who claimed to have blessed the safety of the Northland.
Nan Yi sensed the anger in his heart, and seemed to have a hint of mockery, and said, "You are a member of the Taizheng Dynasty, and you are actually here to grieve the people of the Jiutu tribe.
It's a ridiculous joke, isn't it actually caused by your Taisho?
” Ling Yan accentuated his tone and scolded, "I can guess that this is just a deal you asked Ji Qi to make with us, and the Jiutu tribe is just an innocent victim."
Do you know that many people of the Jiutu tribe are still praying to you, the god, to appear and protect them?
” "I know."
Nan's answer is particularly casual, so casual that it makes people a little helpless, "But this is the general trend, I can't change it, and if I go against the general trend, even if I am God, I will suffer unpredictable damage." ” After Nan Yi finished speaking, he was silent for a few breaths and continued: "Actually, it's not that I haven't worked hard, but now things are out of my control, and my life is in crisis."
Ling Yan was surprised and asked, "Aren't you a god?"
How can your life be in crisis.
"That's right, in fact, your god is just more powerful, not the kind of god in legend at all." ” Nan Yi vetoed Ling Yan's words and said, "I am indeed a legendary god, I have existed for more years than you can imagine, but every three hundred years I have a life crisis, and this crisis has been advanced for some reason, so I have to plan hastily."
Ling Yan didn't know why he remembered that he had obtained a thousand-year memory, but he didn't mean anything to Nan, he just asked tentatively, "Can your crisis be solved in Liyang?"
” Nan Yi snorted, "There is something hidden there that I can survive, but when I wake up again, that place has been occupied by you, and I have no ability to rob it, so I can only rely on the power of these tribes." ” Ling Yan asked again, "So you have taught them a lot of things over the years just to recapture Liyang?"
Nan Yi was very patient tonight, and replied very happily, "No, my responsibility is to be responsible for the spread, as for supporting Ji Chi because of Liyang, and because they are the tribe that can take back Liyang for me." ” "So you choose to sacrifice the Jiutu tribe, they are also your followers."
Ling Yan was a little unacceptable, and Nan Yi sighed helplessly, it was hard to imagine that one day he would actually hear the sigh of the god of the northern land.
"I don't have a choice, otherwise Dazheng won't agree to cede Liyang to Ji Chi, all I can do is try to let the people of Jiutu live."
"But you don't seem to be doing a good job?"
Nan Yi asked Ling Yan to touch himself, Ling Yan obediently stretched out his hand, a touch was all cold, more cold than the cold wind on the city wall, and Ling Yan was surprised to find that God actually had a heart, but now it didn't seem to be very flexible.
"I feel it.
I can't be outside for a long time now, I will go to Liyang in a few days, at that time Liyang will refuse all people to enter, I will sleep for ten years, I can't control everything outside in these ten years, the ambition of the Ji Chi tribe may become inflated because of my disappearance, and the next ten years should be very chaotic. ” Ling Yan was silent, the next few years might be comparable to the era of chaotic wars among the princes.
Nan Yi saw through his mind and said: "Compared to that era, your generation cannot replicate the glory of that time, in fact, it should be said to be a disaster."
I wish I would wake up ten years later and see you as you are now, not the you I imagined you to be. ” "What does this mean?
Are you a god or a ghost?
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” Ling Yan's last question disappeared without answering, and a lightning bolt suddenly flashed from the sky in the terrifyingly dark night, and the electric light illuminated the earth, Ling Yan glanced at it, the bald god in straw shoes grew hair, the shoes under his feet fell off, and a cloud of light blurred Ling Yan's vision again, squinted again, and returned to complete darkness again.