The drastic and sudden changes left thousands of grassland people in silence!
Their sky has fallen!
The grassland shamans who were once so arrogant and unattainable are now so unbearable in front of this strange Central Plains monk!
In a four-on-one battle, he didn't even show off his magical powers!
These ordinary grassland people have had a stable living environment for hundreds of years, and the shamans have promoted it intentionally or unintentionally. How do they know the real situation in the world of cultivation? How do they know that the power of grassland cultivation has been in a kind of situation for tens of thousands of years?
The situation of being constantly cut off by Xuanyuan? They can only see clearly the short decades of their ordinary life, which even their ancestors have never experienced...
Their consistent pride and self-righteousness made them feel that they could compete with the forces of the Central Plains, but it was just because of their ancestral precepts and living habits that they could not leave the prairie. As a result, they now discovered that it was not a matter of whether they wanted to go out, but whether others would let them.
They go out to the problem.
The trust in one's own shaman appeared doubtful, and the anger over the killing of one's nobles turned into silence. High pressure is the most effective way to suppress, even if it cannot last long!
Lou Xiaoyi doesn’t need to last long, he just wants to be happy!
"Life is important! Everyone has the right to a fair trial! Whoever dares to vent their anger on selfish desires will be the result! I don't care if you are an individual, a tribe, or your so-called god!"
The two Central Plains people left, taking their two children with them, leaving behind a mess!
The elder of the Tuosi Clan sheds tears and cannot help himself!
What right to a fair trial? Did you give them a fair trial when you killed five prairie nobles?
It’s nothing more than a big fist!
In the grasslands, everyone is actually more adaptable to this simple law of life and death!
...Bingke held the child and flew behind Master Lou!
He wanted to say that it was better for Master Lou to hold him, because the two of them could go faster! But he didn't dare to say it, because he felt that Master Lou might not have had enough of killing yet, and was still deliberately slowing down to wait for the prairie people!
So among the two, he was the one flying ahead with the child in his arms! It was embarrassing. He wanted to slow down a little, but he couldn't control his body instinct, a body instinct to stay away from danger!
Until it gets farther and farther, until it crosses the middle line between grassland and Xuanyuan, until the climate gets colder and colder, you can occasionally see the familiar sword traces in the sky!
Damn it, I'm finally home! I'm not alone anymore! I can finally fight without being outnumbered!
In his hundreds of years of practice, he has never been so urgent. Even if two masters were killed, he didn't feel so eager to go home, because he knew he was safe; but it was different from when Master Lou came out! It seemed as if the back of his butt was ready at any time.
Enemies will appear everywhere!
It’s so exciting! And I’m afraid I’ll never experience such excitement again!
The connection between his body and the sword box has been destroyed, and the sword cannot be released!
As Bingke's body relaxed, his speed also slowed down. This change aroused the dissatisfaction of Master Lou behind him!
"There is no shame in running away in a hurry! Sword cultivators have to run away just like killing people! But what's the matter with you just relaxing after running more than half way? Do you think your opponent will not dare to chase and kill just because they have reached Xuanyuan's territory? What if it were me?
, now is the best time to kill the enemy!
Once you start running, you have to keep running!”
Bingke then speeded up again and flew with all his strength. He knew that Master Lou was teaching him, but he had only learned this now, would it still be useful?
... Xiaoxue City, Fang School, Mr. Fang is cleaning the courtyard with his arms around his waist. He is over seventy years old this year and stopped teaching three years ago. He and his wife guard this ancestral property. The biggest My happiness is waiting for the news from the grassland in the distance.
They are too old to travel long distances. Their son has come back twice in ten years, taking the children with him... They are waiting for the children to come back for the third time. The clothes sewn at home have piled up, which are the stitches of the old wife. Sewn with one thread; two boxes are filled with books for children of this age, which he wrote stroke by stroke...
The days are pure and monotonous, with no desires or pursuits, only longing for the distant place is left! And, in the midst of self-blame and reflection, why have we reached this point?
Is it excessive control when the child is young? Or is it due to other reasons?
The courtyard door was gently pushed open. Although he was over seventy years old, Mr. Fang was not deaf. Then he saw four familiar people...
He vaguely remembered the man from the gym who sent his son to the grassland because of his unchanged face; the businessman who often sent him news about the grassland; and the two children...
The children cried and rushed over. Mr. Fang knelt down and hugged the children tightly. He burst into tears. He had lived for more than seventy years. What else did he not understand about this situation?
The old woman ran out of the house, staggering, and the family hugged each other and cried...
Bingke's eyes were filled with soreness. He was one of the responsible persons in this separation of life and death. He had an unshirkable responsibility, but he didn't know what to say. He only held a folding fan in his hand, opening and closing it.
Master Lou's voice was emotionless, "Wait until they calm down, explain to them clearly, understand the pros and cons, and then find them a better place to stay in Xuanyuan City, which is still a bit far away from Mount Wei!"
You don’t have to feel burdened, it was Fang Zihui who decided to settle on the grassland, no one forced him! If we talk about the responsibility of protection, I have a greater responsibility than you!
Regardless of whether you are a monk or a mortal, you must be responsible for your own choices! Persistence is good, and belief has limits, but there is nothing that does not require a price!
He paid the price for his persistence, but his belief had no ability to support it, it’s that simple!”
Bingke nodded in agreement, these are what he is good at. He also understood what Master Lou meant. Pure mortals can only be completely safe in Xuanyuan City. This is just in case, just in case someone is desperate and takes risks. Woolen cloth?
As for who should be responsible, who can tell clearly? He only considers whether the part he did is done well.
The truth is, he didn't do it well!
He glanced at the somewhat panicked Bing Ke and said, "As long as you have a sword in your heart, you can practice sword training again, regardless of whether the sword box is damaged! By the way, was your previous sword a Xuanyuan sword?
Whether to give up on yourself and live in peace, or to re-energize and stick to your ideals, it’s your choice!
What's that in your hand?"
Bingke explained, "Fang Zihui's folding fan was taken away by a prairie nobleman when he saw how exquisite it was. I saw it during the Fa-rectification below and took it back. It is considered one of his few relics." .”
Lou Xiaoyi took it over and shook it open. There was a small poem on it,
My family lives in front of Xiaoxue City, on a beautiful grassland.
Looking back at home, I feel timid and don’t know where the horizon is?
How many days will it take for the dust to be gone? When will the middle moon become fuller?
I can sing this song for you, but my heart is broken!
