Liu Yu looked at Qinglong and felt a little moved. Although these words sounded ridiculous, they seemed familiar. He remembered that Xie An had said the same thing to him before. Did he really brainwash Xie An for many years without knowing it? Is he the same person as Qinglong? Since he learned about Xie An's true identity, it was the first time that Liu Yu was so depressed, and even his always-off belief was shaken.
Seeing Liu Yu silent, Qinglong nodded with satisfaction. He realized that his words might have made Liu Yu listen. He took a step forward and looked at Liu Yu's eyes: "Liu Yu, you may not realize your own abilities and your mission. One day, you will shoulder the hope of the entire Han people and become a key figure in the Northern Expedition. To have such ability, you need to continue to practice. You must abandon your useless benevolence, weakness, love, and become a heart like iron and will like iron. Only in this way can you wipe out all the obstacles behind you, defeat all the enemies in front of you, and finally complete the great cause and leave your name in history. And I am the messenger sent by God to carry out various temperings on you!"
Liu Yu suddenly burst into laughter, his voice echoing throughout the cell: "Blow, keep blowing, if you blow again, maybe I really believe it. If the former Lord Xuanwu told me like this, I would be moved to cry and wish I could die for him immediately. But you, Qinglong. You, a conspirator who has been hurting me since I joined the army, a black-hearted ghost, I would believe your lies? Just now, you were still using various means to kill me. Why? Now, with a light sentence, I want me to forget my hatred for you? Did you not be able to harm me today, and you would not have confidence in the last two games, so you have to start to win over me in advance?"
A cold light flashed in Qinglong's eyes: "You underestimate me too much. If you want to take your life, I have some means. Even the other mafia cannot stop me. Not to mention anything else, just say that I can enter and exit this prison freely, I have ten thousand ways to take your life."
Liu Yu smiled slightly: "I can kill you with just one move now. Should I try which of us die first?"
Qinglong gritted his teeth and shook his head helplessly: "Your scoundrel spirit is really annoying and funny. Forget it, Liu Yu, I'm not here to quarrel or quarrel with you, but just to let you know that you and I don't necessarily need to be enemies. Maybe we can work together."
A trace of anger flashed in Liu Yu's eyes: "You first pay back the lives of tens of thousands of brothers who were killed by you in Yecheng, and then talk to me about this."
Qinglong shook his head: "It was Murong Chui who killed them, but can you still sit calmly with this northern overlord to discuss the world? Why are you so harsh to me?"
Liu Yu said coldly: "Murong Chui is an enemy on the surface. On the battlefield, swords and swords kill each other, and each stands for life and death without regrets. But what about you? As a native of Jin and a famous family, you have ruined the great cause of our Han people's Northern Expedition and restoration for the sake of your own selfishness. Tens of thousands of loyal and good soldiers have won countless wars for the Jin Dynasty. The elite soldiers who are enough to rampant in the world will be killed by you with such a poisonous plan. Your sins, even if you cut into pieces, are not enough to calm my hatred, and even if you die, you will not be able to report their spirit in heaven!"
The more Liu Yu talked about it, the more excited he became, his eyes were blood red, his fists were clenched, and he almost wanted to go up and strangle the evil culprit to death.
Qinglong listened quietly, and his expression in his eyes did not change at all. After hearing Liu Yu say it, even the echoes echoed in the prison. Finally, he shook his head gently: "Your mood is very similar to me more than 20 years ago. I was like you, standing by the Yellow River, full of energy, thinking that I can make achievements immediately and unify the Han Dynasty. Thinking of my name, I can be famous in history and be remembered forever, and will become the eternal heroes of the future together with Wei Huo and others."
"But like you, I have encountered the most terrible betrayal of the people I trust most. I watched my brothers who had lived and died for many years fall under the iron hooves of Hu Qi. I was unable to save them, and I could not even look back at how they died. I could only lie on the horse's back, fleeing constantly, and running away, listening to their dying screams in my ears, they called me to help my last wail, and I could not do anything, Liu Yu, you should have had such a feeling as well."
Liu Yu said in a deep voice: "Who are you? Did you participate in Huan Wen's Northern Expedition back then?"
Qinglong slowly touched the mask on his face: "Liu Yu, I promised you that as long as you win the fight, you will see more things about me. Haven't you always wanted to know who I am? Now, I will let you see my true face."
Liu Yu held his breath, his always steady heartbeat also accelerated a little. He looked at Qinglong motionlessly until his face was covered with burns, pus and blood, and ugly faces like ghosts were displayed in front of him, and the white beard made of a deer tail also hung down, passing through his chest and abdomen.
Liu Yu thought he could see a venerable hero and a very well-maintained noble family. In his dream, he gritted his teeth and thought about what this face looked like countless times, but it was still unexpected that it was such an ugly face. With the sucking clouds and fog on the throat hole, Liu Yu suddenly felt a little reluctant and sighed: "It seems that you really burned it hard last time."
The hoarse and gold-iron voice sounded slowly: "I don't have your luck, I have the spiritual medicine of Vermilion Bird and Murong Lan's sacrifice. In this life, I was injured by black fire, so I can only do this. Liu Yu, don't think that I can control the life and death of all people, and my own life and death may be manipulated by others at any time. Seeing my face and seeing my current appearance, will you still hate me so much?"
Liu Yu laughed: "Do you want to pretend to be pitiful to me? Just because you burned it like this, I will forgive your heinous sins? I said, don't say that you are burning it to the point of being a human being, even if you die, you cannot atone for your sins!"
Qinglong shook his head, and a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes: "To be honest, what hurts me the most in my life was not the black fire burning, but the betrayal in Fangtou. That is unforgettable and unforgettable, Liu Yu, do you know what my name was before I became Qinglong and what identity was it?"
Liu Yu looked at Qinglong's white beard that was floating without wind, and suddenly felt aroused in his heart, and said in a lost voice: "Can you be the legendary beard joining the army, Huan Wen's planner, Xi Chao?"
Chapter completed!