The first thousand one hundred and seventy-five chapters
Warm spring breeze is often accompanied by spring rain.
The spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River is accompanied by colorful flowers.
The moist and gentle breath, accompanied by the fragrance of those flowers and plants, rushed into Yuan Yan's nose. She watched the drizzle sprinkle on the roof, in the woods and fields, and the rain seemed to gradually turn into smoke, lingering in the air.
In the spring light.
The misty rain in Jiangnan is indeed beautiful.
Although Sanli Post outside Jiankang City is only a post station in name, a small market town has been formed around the post station. This market town was formed decades before the demise of the previous dynasty. There are several ancient wells and a small market town originally used for
The pond where the horses drank was even more ancient.
Yuan Yan was not thinking about anything at this time, and she seldom watched the scenery quietly like this. When she was in a daze in the scenery, she felt that the speeding carriage suddenly slowed down.
She was startled, and felt that Lin Yi's movements in the carriage had become slower.
In the next moment, when Lin Yi rolled up the car curtains and looked towards where Lin Yi was looking, she understood the reason.
There is a small stone bridge at an alley in the town.
The small stone bridge leads to the farmland outside the town. There are many golden cauliflowers in bloom in the farmland, which looks particularly strong. At the other end of the small stone bridge is the entrance of a narrow alley. On both sides of the narrow alley are green bricks and black tiles.
old house.
On those undecorated courtyard walls, some vines whose names she didn't know had grown for many years and were now blooming.
The flowers are lavender, clustered together lively like little bells.
In the mist and rain, these flowers looked bright, but they carried the atmosphere of the narrow alley, quiet and peaceful.
There is a woman standing on the stone bridge.
She held a paper umbrella, wore a goose-yellow dress, and applied a little makeup. But no matter from any angle, you can feel that she put on her makeup very carefully before walking to the stone bridge.
Pass.
Yuan Yan felt that this woman was exceptionally quiet and beautiful.
Her beauty is just like the misty rain in Jiangnan at this time.
Even if there was nothing strange about Lin Yi in the carriage, she still knew that this woman was Xiao Shufei.
These carriages came to a complete stop.
Lin Yi got out of the carriage.
He looked at Xiao Shufei on the bridge. Xiao Shufei nodded to him, smiled, and then waved her hand.
He also nodded, but looked at Xiao Shufei seriously today.
In just a few breaths, Xiao Shufei left the stone bridge and slowly disappeared from her and Lin Yi's sight.
"That's it?"
Such a voice sounded in Yuan Yan's heart.
She felt a little lacking, but she also felt that it seemed like it should be like this. The picture was beautiful, the artistic conception was even more beautiful, and that was enough.
Looking at the woman who was even more beautiful than Jiangnan Yanyu, she understood why Lin Yi had loved her all these years.
It has been more than ten years since the separation of Qiyun College.
In the past ten years or so, she and Lin Yi had been separated from each other and only met rarely.
Even though Lin Yi rushed back to the Southern Dynasties this time, she did not go out of her way to meet Lin Yi. However, at this time, she put on her makeup carefully and went out of her way to see Lin Yi again before he left again.
She knew very well that no matter how high or low his cultivation level was, as long as the general went on an expedition, he would be in danger.
Especially this time, Lin Yi had to face either the Demon Sect or an extremely powerful existence like He Bayue.
So like ordinary children, she put on elaborate makeup to look the most beautiful to see Lin Yi off.
But she knew very well that the most precious thing was time, so she just looked at each other from a distance like this.
She is like the flower in the alley, blooming silently for the forest.
Yuan Yan was even a little envious.
She slowly turned her head, and in the drizzled fields, where cauliflowers were blooming, she saw a farmer and a peasant woman taking advantage of the spring rain to plant something.
She saw that although their clothes were soaked, they were still laughing and laughing.
Seeing the peasant woman helping the farmer wipe the sweat and rain from his face from time to time, she also thought the scene was beautiful.
Everyone has hardships that others don’t know, and a life that others don’t envy.
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In most places in the Northern Wei Dynasty, there was much less rain than in the Southern Dynasty.
Even in spring, when the wind from the south warms up, many roads in Luoyang, Shangqiu, and further to the southern border are still dusty and very dry.
A carriage heading towards the southern border stopped.
The road was dusty, but the sky was blue.
An old tree by the road was also covered in dust, but the person standing under the old tree was spotless, countless times cleaner than the buds growing on the old tree.
He looked at the stopped carriage and was a little surprised.
"I really admire He Xiuxian."
He couldn't help but shook his head and said: "Not only him, but also his two disciples always dare to do things that go against heaven."
He said this because he felt he was qualified to say it.
Because he is He Bayue.
In his opinion, more than ten years ago, Shen Yue was undoubtedly the top of the world of practitioners, the top of the world.
And after more than ten years, he is now Tian.
So the most outstanding people in this world often really like to commit suicide, really love to challenge beings more powerful than themselves, and really like to go against the will of heaven?
Looking at the carriage, he realized that the person inside was not the Demon Sect as he thought, but Chen Ziyun, whom he had met once not long ago on the border between the Southern Dynasty and the Northern Wei Dynasty. After that, he couldn't understand it even more.
"Just like He Xiuxian must be the enemy of Shen Yue back then, why do you now have to be the enemy of me who is stronger than you? Why can't you cooperate with me? Do you have to use this method to do this?
Show your attitude, even if it costs your own life?"
Hearing He Boyue's voice, Chen Ziyun stepped out of the carriage.
He looked at He Bayue and said: "Countless years ago, humans drank hair and drank blood, and were no different from animals. However, after humans were educated, they began to know etiquette, justice and shame. The reason why humans are human is not because they have mastered more powerful weapons."
Power is due to the rules created by education. Rules are the principles that people must know when interacting with each other for many years. Only with principles can the distinction between good and evil be produced, and only then can people with different views form different groups.
, To make someone a friend or an enemy depends on what kind of group he belongs to and what kind of environment he is in. Love and dislike are also based on this. If we are disgusted by your behavior, we will naturally dislike this person.
If we don’t like you as a person, we will naturally become your enemy. So it’s not that we like Ni Tian, it’s not that we like to express our own attitudes and find our own sense of existence and position in this world, but it’s that you can’t change to make us like you.”
"Then if you give me both the Netherworld Divine Silkworm and the Nine Netherworld King Sword, I might be able to govern the world better than the emperors of the Southern Dynasty and the Northern Wei Dynasty?" He Bayue looked at him and said, "You don't believe this possibility.
?”
If this were a Buddhist debate or a debate among the Southern Dynasty schools, perhaps the debate could last for a long time based on the different perceptions of both parties.
But unfortunately, Chen Ziyun is the person who dislikes this kind of debate the most.
The enemy is the enemy.
Since we are already enemies, there is nothing to say.
The dead cannot be resurrected. If you want to reason, then please die before you can reason with the people you killed.
This has always been the principle of Jiange.
Those who don’t agree with this principle are not from Jiange.
So he just raised his head, no longer looking at He Bateyue, and said extremely simply: "The Netherworld Divine Silkworm and the Nine Netherworld King Sword will not be handed over to you." (To be continued)