The mountain breeze in the evening is cold, and the sound of wind chimes under the eaves also brings a constant chill. In the dim and foggy twilight, the crane picking up leaves seems to have turned into a cold stone statue.
"Yes, my surname is He after all." After a long time, he smiled bitterly and let out a heartbreaking cough, and his cheeks seemed to be burning with two balls of bright red fire.
He Ling'er hurriedly poured out an eight-treasure cold-flavored pill from the medicine bottle and waited for He to pick up the leaves and take it with a worried look on her face.
"But because of this surname, I can no longer leave." He Shiye tightened his grip on the armrests of his wheelchair, breathed for a moment, and murmured, "Xiao Shizi, you have been unhappy in these years, and so am I."
The high-ranking bloodline of sword immortals is more like a prison. When he was young, he wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to escape. How could there be a loser in the Hebei who was not good at practicing swords? The famous sword immortal—
-He Konglai He Tianzhu, the top ten masters in the world, how could he have a rebellious and incompetent son?
He Shiye lowered his head and looked at his stiff legs, with a sadder twilight floating in his eyes. He finally returned to the cage and forcibly practiced swordsmanship, but it damaged the root of his meridians and could no longer be cured.
"Ling'er, please transfer the jade mine in Kunwu Continent under my name to Ma family of Quebu." He Shiye muttered. If he forced the order, although Yingbu would give some compensation, he would secretly retaliate afterwards.
How can a low-ranking clan like the clan withstand the hardships?
"Young master, it's no use if you keep doing this." He Ling'er pouted, "The Ying tribe is too arrogant and domineering, and it has taken over the resources of many lower tribes! A few years ago, the Ma family of the Que tribe produced a genius swordsman.
, and because he offended Ying Tianzhu’s nephew, Little Eagle King, he had to escape. I heard that his wife and sister were also killed.”
He picked up the leaves and remained silent. He spread out the lake-patterned rice paper on his desk, picked up a silver quill pen, dipped it in ebony ink, and wrote two square characters - "Internal Worries" one stroke at a time.
He Ling'er leaned over curiously: "Huh? What is the young master writing? Which family's writing is it?"
"This is the writing of the human race. In recent years, it has gradually been used by many tribes in the eight wastelands." He Shiye read slowly, "Internal worries."
"We use blood to determine our status. The upper-level Yu clan is extremely powerful and extravagant. It occupies most of Tianhuang's cultivation resources and oppresses the lower-level Yu clan wantonly. The He tribe is obsessed with swordsmanship classics, the Luan tribe prefers clothing, singing and dancing, and the Ying tribe
They are greedy for rare treasures. The Phoenix and Phoenix royal families are aloof, obsessed with the mystery of Nirvana, and never care about the suffering of the Yu clan at the bottom."
"But Young Master, the top sword immortals of our Yu Clan are all from our high-ranking Yu Clan."
"In addition to practicing in seclusion and spending a lot of resources, have those top swordsmen ever done anything for the Yu Clan? Ying Xiaoyu is like this, my father is like this, and the same is true for the Feng Clan who never sees the dragon! In the past, He Lanshan, Feng
Kuang, Ying Yang, He Chengkong... Which one is the exception? Shatter the void and walk away. What is the use of such a sword immortal?"
"Young Master, be careful!" He Ling'er's face turned slightly pale after hearing this, and she couldn't help but gently tugged He Shiye's sleeves. As for the others, the Phoenix Clan Sword Immortal was already invincible in the world and had reached the level of a god.
And the supreme state of Mingzhi, once mentioned by others, will definitely produce a reaction.
A hint of sarcasm flashed in He Shiye's eyes: "What's the point of dying? I'm just afraid of dying with my eyes closed." He shook his head sadly, "If things go on like this, the lower Yu clan will inevitably be under pressure and cause civil strife in our clan. No matter who wins or loses,
All that is shed is the blood of the Yu clan."
He Ling'er hesitated and said: "It is natural for the lower Yu Clan to serve for my upper Yu Clan..."
"What kind of reason is this? Where does it come from?" He Shiye's eyes turned cold, "Is Xiaoshizi born inferior to me? When I was a child, I wandered to Quebu, and they took me in without hesitation, eating together and practicing swordplay together.
, sleep together. Like us, they are all children of the flying sky, inheriting the same noble bloodline!" He coughed violently again, his back trembled, and a little blood spattered on his clothes.
"It's Ling'er who said the wrong thing. It's Ling'er's fault that made the master angry." He Ling'er hurriedly knelt down and rubbed He Shiye's back, with tears in her eyes, "Ling'er only asks the master to be kind to you."
Good, better than anything else."
He Shiye regained his breath, stayed for a moment, and said with a bitter smile: "I shouldn't vent my anger on you." He picked up the silver quill pen and wrote the two human clan characters "foreign invasion" on the rice paper.<
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"Ling'er, you said that our Yu clan's swords have frightened the world and all clans have surrendered. Why is it that the most popular characters in the world are human square characters?" He Shiye asked, tapping the word "foreign invasion" lightly with his fingers. "Well... Young Master, if you want me to make the bed and fold the quilt, or kill the enemy with a sword, Ling'er can do it. If you ask me this, you are embarrassing me." He Ling'er scratched his bun, "These square characters are ugly and difficult to write.
, God knows why various ethnic groups like to use human characters?"
He picked up leaves and rocked the wheelchair, turned to the Langgan wooden hall wall, stared at the hanging brocade Yu Bahuang geographical map, and was lost in thought for a while.
"Because the civilization of the human race has permeated the entire Bahuang." He Shiye said, "The elixirs made by the human race are not as good as those of the Hui tribe, the clothes made by the human race are not as good as those of the Zhi tribe, the food cooked by the human race is not as good as those of the Taoist tribe, and the food sold by the human race is not as good as that of the Taoist tribe.
The treasures are not as good as those of the sharks, the songs and dances of the human race are not as good as those of Dunhuang, and the caravans formed by the human race are not as good as those of the wind media... But they can do everything, do more, faster and cheaper. They can endure hardships and enjoy themselves, they have wisdom and fighting strength
, they can ride on each other's head when they gain power, and kneel at their opponent's feet when they lose power."
His eyes stayed on the topographic map of the Four Kingdoms of Yunhuang, and in the depths of his crimson pupils, the shadow of the sword flashed: "They are the biggest enemies of our Yu Clan, and they are even more harmful than the Wu Clan."
He Ling'er said: "Aren't the four human nations always extremely obedient to us?"
"That's just the surface." He Shiye shook his head slightly, "You must have heard about the civil strife of the Wu clan eight hundred years ago, right?"
"Ling'er knows! The Wu clan's branch clan, Gong clan, and Zhu clan did not want to submit to our clan, so they left the ancestral home of Tianhuang and traveled far away. Since then, the Wu clan has gradually become weaker and has become our clan.
Clan vassal."
"Those fleeing tribes encountered mysterious attacks during their migration, and almost all of them were killed or injured."
"Who told these inferior tribesmen to refuse to surrender? Of course we, the Yu tribe, will kill them as a warning to others."
"What if I told you that I searched through the secret history of the clan and never found any record of the ancestors of the Yu clan intercepting and killing them?"
"What?" He Ling'er was shocked.
"If my clan didn't do it, who could it be?" He Shiye's voice was so gloomy that it made people breathless, "Who can benefit from it?"
He Ling'er slapped her forehead: "Young master, you suspect he is a human race?"
He Shiye had a deep look on his face: "I noticed something was wrong that day, so I immediately secretly dispatched Night Owl envoys to conduct secret visits to all the tribes in the eight wastelands. It has been more than ten years now, and I have still not been able to find any clues."
The Night Owl Messenger comes from the Owl Tribe of the Feather Tribe. After the Night Owl Tribe is born, the down on the skin does not slowly shed like other feather tribes, but gradually becomes denser and thicker until it grows into a natural owl feather coat. Night Owl
The Night Owl tribe can transform into other races by relying on their owl feather clothes. However, the Ye Xiao tribe are all mysophobic and will take off their owl feather clothes once they take a bath and return to their original appearance. If they burn or hide their owl feather clothes at this time, they will no longer be able to change.
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He Ling'er said: "Since the young master suspects that the human race is harboring evil intentions, why not simply use all the troops to destroy the four countries of Yunhuang?"
He Shiye shook his head: "The rabbit dies and the fox is sad, and everything hurts its own kind. Once our clan invades Yunhuang with force, other clans will definitely feel alarmed and unite to fight. The Wu clan in Tianhuang will also be ready to make a counterattack. This way
Even if our clan wipes out all other clans, our vitality will be severely damaged and we will be unable to recover. Not to mention that the Feng and Huang royal families may not agree to send troops."
He was silent for a moment, then sighed, "If you want to completely solve the internal and external troubles, the only way is war, only by truly unifying the eight wastelands, will our clan have enough resources to resolve the grievances between the upper-level Yu clan and the lower-level Yu clan.
Since the Yu clan cannot shed its own blood, then - shed the blood of all clans in the world!"
He smiled and said: "The battle between Yanchu and Yan will only become more intense. Then I will have a reason to send troops to intervene. At that time, I only need to guard against the Wu clan."
He Ling'er suddenly said: "No wonder the master has been deliberately suppressing the Wu clan these years. Speaking of the Wu clan, Ling'er still has a strange thing to report to the master."
She turned around and went to the adjacent room, fetched a stack of files, and presented them to He Shiye: "A few days ago, I helped the young master sort out the old files, and found that some of them disappeared mysteriously."
He Shiye opened the file and his eyes suddenly paused: "Barbarian Bailing Mountain?"
He Ling'er nodded and said: "When the Wu clan was in civil strife, our clan used to station spies on the outside to monitor the movements of the tribes who had fled all year round. According to the usual practice, the spies on the outside are rotated every few decades. But please see, sir, these people who monitor the Bailing Mountain branch clan
This record was inexplicably terminated twenty years ago. I thought it was strange, so I checked it out. It turned out that twenty years ago, our tribe had a Wube spy named Wu Qi who was stationed near Bailing Mountain.
This is strange, there is no information about him in the secret file."
He picked up the leaves and flipped the files back and forth. After a while, he whispered: "His records have been erased."
He Ling'er added: "The most bizarre thing is that Wu Qi's immediate superior suddenly died of a sudden illness two months ago, and Wu Qi's close colleagues, friends, and blood relatives also disappeared at the same time." She couldn't help but shuddered, "Wu Qi
All relationships with Qi have been severed."
He Shiye slowly closed the document and asked, "Have you sent someone to Bailing Mountain to check?"
"There is no longer Bailing Mountain in the wilderness." He Ling'er said with a bitter smile, "Yesterday I received news that the place had been razed to the ground, as if there had been a landslide, and all the Zhi clan were missing."
"I will personally investigate this matter and get to the bottom of it." He Shiye's eyes flashed with sword light, and then he fell into silence. After a long time, his eyes became colder and colder, "It's really internal and external troubles. It's really internal and external troubles.
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He picked up leaves and turned his wheelchair, slowly driving out of the nest building. In the night wind, the branches and leaves of the Yingluo tree swayed, and countless bright white light spots fell down, lingering around him, spinning and dancing for a long time, like bright and warm fireflies.
Fire.
His cold heart also became warm.
This is his natal sacred tree.
He picked up the leaves and stretched out his hand to catch the bright white light shed by the Yingluo tree. Only the purest, oldest and luckiest blood descendants of the Yu clan would occasionally be favored by a certain sacred tree on the Void Mountain. From then on, they would be accompanied by luck.
Turn danger into danger.
He raised his head and silently looked at the vast Void Mountain at night.
Along the steep mountain range, towering sacred trees stand towering, and the mountains are green, just like the Void Mountain guarding the supremacy of the Yu Clan.
Further up, the glow is thick and the red clouds rise and fall like the sea, holding up the magnificent Phoenix Palace.
Above the Phoenix Palace, many stars are surrounding, shining brightly, and the wind from the void emits distant and ancient sounds of nature.
Finally, the crane picked up the leaves and straightened his neck, and could vaguely see the Nirvana sycamore tree at the highest point of the mountain, which was almost vast.
The trunk of the tree is like a blazing pillar of flame, breaking through the sky, illuminating the mountaintops with red light and eclipsing the stars. Thousands of green branches and leaves are crisscrossing and extending upward along the endless void, covering the sky and the earth, overlooking all living things. p>
That is the natal sacred tree of the Feng family swordsman - Nirvana Wutong!
That is a myth that has never been seen before in the Yu clan and will never come after.
"You have been missing for fourteen years. Where have you been?" He Shiye murmured to himself, with a ray of doubt in his eyes, "Feng Wuzhen?"