The streets and alleys around the square of the capital of the Kingdom of Song were dead silent. Occasionally, heavy breathing could be heard, but it was not the breathing of humans, but the snorting of warhorses.
Someone's preaching voice came from afar. Due to the distance, the voice sounded a bit erratic, as if it came from God. The complete meaning could not be heard, but some strange words such as woman, stone, sin, biscuit, and salt. Soon, they were blown away by the snorting of the warhorses and melted into the cold winter air, leaving no trace.
Was there really no trace? Of course not. When the voice entered people's ears, it would leave traces in their hearts. The divine priests and deacons of the Divine Halls of West-Hill hiding in the streets and alleys around the square, as well as the cavalrymen of the Kingdom of Song holding sharp weapons, all had a strange look on their faces.
The sound of breathing gradually became heavier. Hundreds of warhorses on standby, thousands of divine priests, deacons, and soldiers who were ready to attack at any time gradually converged into thunder in the quiet streets.
According to the plan of the Divine Halls of West-Hill, these heavily armed people would rush out of the streets and alleys and rush to the peaceful square. They would kill those traitors with their weapons and cut that preacher into pieces, setting off the first great climax of the destruction of the New Stream.
However … those divine priests, indifferent deacons, and pale-faced cavalrymen of the Kingdom of Song actually did not understand why so many devout followers of Haotian would continue to listen to that blasphemer's preaching. Why were the followers of the New Stream standing or sitting while listening to that preaching? Shouldn't they be kneeling?
Why?
Finally, the order came from the Taoist Hall. With the heavy sound of the city gate closing, the capital of the Kingdom of Song became a dead city. No one could leave. Those who dared to ignore the ban of the Divine Halls and change their faith or support, or even sympathize with the New Stream would be arrested. As for the preachers of the New Stream, those blasphemers, they would be killed immediately.
The wind blowing from the coastline also gradually became colder, unable to blow the snowflakes away. The snow on the streets also stopped melting and gradually accumulated. With the orderly and terrifying footsteps, the city gradually turned into a clean and austere white. Everyone knew that the white snow would soon be dyed red with blood.
The iron spears clashed against the armors, the horses breathed heavily, and the knights stared at them coldly. The smell of metal in the air gradually turned into the smell of blood. Countless cries of shock and fear were heard around the square. People knew that the Divine Halls would not allow the New Stream to continue to spread, but they did not expect that the battle of faith would be so bloody from the very beginning.
Those who sympathized with the New Stream were driven to a corner by the deacons and cavalrymen of the Divine Halls of West-Hill. The sound of iron rods hitting on flesh and blood could be heard everywhere, and the screams of the people could be heard everywhere. Naturally, most of all, the sound of crying was heard.
Cries of fear and despair.
Blood was spilling in the crowd. Cold rebukes were heard constantly. The iron spears and the blades kept shining, and then there was a brighter light. It was the sword light.
In the crowd, more than twenty disciples of the Sword Garret of South Jin Kingdom drew their swords at the same time. They inherited the swords of Liu Bai and Liu Yiqing and cut the anger that descended on the human world with an indomitable momentum.
The anger of the Divine Halls slightly subsided. However, with the continuous influx of cavalrymen and more and more powerful Taoism cultivators joining the battle, the scene became more and more chaotic.
Three commanders of the cavalrymen of Divine Halls led their subordinates and broke through the blockade of the disciples of the Sword Garret. They rushed into the depths of the square. They did not pay attention to the crying followers of the New Stream, but only to the calm man on the platform. As long as they could kill the blasphemer, who would continue to believe in those absurd and evil theories?
Looking at the bleeding people, the crying mothers holding their children in their arms, and the white-haired old men who were full of fear, Ye Su showed deep sorrow in his eyes. However, it was strange that he also felt pity and sorrow for the cavalrymen of Divine Halls who were rushing toward him.
Chen Pipi walked onto the platform and was ready to leave with his Senior Brother. They had experienced such things many times during their escape from the South Jin Kingdom.
"Today seems to be the last day."
Ye Su reached out and patted him on the shoulder, signaling him not to pack in a hurry. Then he looked up at the falling snow and said, "But, why did the Headmaster do this?"
During the escape, the carefree young man's temperament and the flesh on his body gradually disappeared. Chen Pipi said, "It's not the last until the last."
His expression was so serious. His eyes were full of exhaustion, but there was no hesitation in the depths of exhaustion. Only this sentence showed that he was still the old Chen Pipi. He believed in what was right and was willing to work hard for it. Most importantly, what made Ning Que admire him the most was that he was still optimistic in the face of a desperate situation.
"It's different."
Ye Su no longer looked at the sky. He looked at the increasing number of cavalrymen around the square and those powerful Haotian Taoism powerhouses. He said calmly, "Today's battle array is too big."
"These people can't stop us from leaving."
Chen Pipi walked to him and looked at the approaching cavalry commanders and the murderous cavalrymen of Divine Halls. He said, "They are going to die soon."
A few years ago, he was seriously injured and his Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow was locked by Sangsang. He was already a useless man and was no match for any of the powerhouses of Divine Halls here today.
But he said it calmly and matter-of-factly.
Of course, it was the Academy's matter-of-factly.
However, after saying this, his expression changed slightly. Because he saw the crowd gradually separate and a girl was slowly walking toward the wooden platform. She was Xiaoyu from the South Sea, his former fiancée.
The once proud and powerful girl from the South Sea was still powerful, but her pride had completely sunk into her bones. She wore a divine robe and her aura was calm and cold.
She was a powerhouse in the Knowing Destiny State. Those disciples of the Sword Garret could not stop her. No matter how hard the sword was, it would turn into scrap iron when it met her hands.
The girl from the South Sea stopped when she was two hundred feet away. She quietly watched the three cavalrymen of Divine Halls leading the unstoppable cavalrymen forward.
She looked at Ye Su with a complicated expression. There was admiration, fear, hatred, and contempt in her eyes. She knew that one of the most outstanding traitors in the history of Haotian Taoism was going to die soon.
She looked at Chen Pipi with a complicated expression, but no one could tell what she was thinking.
A cavalry commander rode to the front of the platform. His momentum was as fast as thunder. His blade broke through the air and fell. The talisman lines on the blade suddenly lit up and slashed down with endless Qi of Heaven and Earth.
If it had been in the past, the two men would have been able to take it easily or even ignore it. Ye Su and Chen Pipi were the most famous names in Haotian Taoism in the past 20 years. Neither Ye Hongyu nor Long Qing were qualified to be mentioned in the same breath as them.
These two men were the real geniuses of Haotian Taoism. But now they had betrayed Haotian Taoism. Maybe it was for this reason that Haotian took away all their cultivation.
That was what the cavalry commander thought. He had the cultivation of the upper Seethrough State. With the help of the talisman on his saber, his saber already had the power of the Knowing Destiny State. How could he not be able to kill two disabled people?
At this moment, an iron cudgel flew from the sky like a hill.
The cavalry commander's saber hit the hill. The warhorse couldn't stop at all, so his body hit the hill as well.
The hill was made of iron and could not be moved. Anyone who tried to hit it would be turned into powder. The cavalry commander's blade turned into powder, his body turned into powder, and his war-horse also turned into powder. The powder with a metallic luster and the blood-red meat powder spread on the square with a bang. They mixed together and began to emit a strange luster.
The noisy and chaotic battlefield suddenly became quiet at this moment. The cavalrymen of Divine Hall who were charging toward the platform pulled the reins desperately. The deacons who were fighting stopped in shock and looked toward the source of the sound.
The dust gradually settled and the snow fell again. No matter what kind of powder it was, once it fell on the ground and mixed with the snow, it could not be seen anymore. The sight became clear and a petite figure appeared.
The animal skin slightly shivered in the cold wind, just like the strands of hair on her cheeks. She pulled out the iron cudgel from the ground and looked at the girl from the South Sea in front of her.
"Tang Xiaotang!"
Xiaoyu looked at the figure and said. There seemed to be flames burning between her lips and teeth. Then she looked at Chen Pipi with deep eyes full of sadness and anger.
Tang Xiaotang looked at her and said seriously, "If you dare to look at him like this again, I will definitely dig your eyes out."
Xiaoyu's voice was extremely cold, "Why?"
Tang Xiaotang said, "I said a few years ago on Peach Mountain that he is my man."
She said it as if it was a matter of course, just like what Chen Pipi had said before.
Of course, it was still a matter of course for the Academy.
Although he came from Taoism and had the most noble and talented bloodline, and she came from the Devil's Doctrine and had the most evil and domineering bloodline, they were both from the Academy after all.
There was a dead silence on the square. Only the groans of the wounded and the cries of the dead could be heard.
Looking at Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang standing together, the girl from the South Sea gradually calmed down and a faint self-deprecating expression appeared in her eyes.
"What's the point of dying together? The Abbey Dean is still waiting for you on Peach Mountain. "
She asked Chen Pipi.
Chen Pipi explained seriously, "Ning Que once said that when the golden wind and the jade dew meet, it is better than countless things in the world. I am the golden wind and she is the jade dew."
Xiaoyu was slightly stunned and said sadly, "It is indeed a good poem."
Chen Pipi looked at her and said with a smile, "Actually … what he said next is more in line with what I want. He said that what he wants is to last forever, forever."
"So?"
"So today can't be our last day."
"You should know whose will it is."
"My father? I don't think his will will necessarily be carried out. "
"This is Haotian's world. The Abbey Dean carries out Haotian's will. No one can change it."
"I am his son and Senior Brother is his disciple. We may not be able to change him … but I think there is someone in this world who can."
"Who?"
"Ning Que."
Chen Pipi said very seriously: "That guy, even Haotian is not his match, how can my father be his match?"
"Ning Que is far away in Chang 'an. He doesn't dare to leave the city, so he can't change what happened here today."
Xiaoyu looked at him quietly and then raised her right hand. The wide sleeves of her divine robe slowly fell down, revealing her smooth and white arm. It was quite beautiful.
Tang Xiaotang looked at Chen Pipi and said, "Don't look."
Chen Pipi widened his eyes and said, "I'm just a little shocked. Isn't her family always dark? Why are they so pale now? "
She said it when she shouldn't have said it because she was nervous.
Xiaoyu raised her right arm and the cavalrymen of the Divine Halls of West-Hill were ready to attack again.
Chen Pipi said he believed that Ning Que could change everything, but he didn't really believe it. He was just bragging out of habit and trying to save his friend's face.
He looked at Ye Su and confirmed a fact.
"Senior Brother, it seems that you have really achieved Taoism."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you can predict the future."
"What?"
"You just said … this is the last day."
Ye Su smiled and said, "This is my last day."
Chen Pipi said, "Then it must be mine."
Judging from the situation, Tang Xiaotang was not afraid of Xiaoyu. The disciples of the Sword Garret were still fighting fiercely and should be able to protect them.
But the two brothers knew that this was really the last day.
Because this was the Abbey Dean's will.
That man was the teacher he respected the most, his father. They knew very well how powerful and terrifying that man was. Even though he was a cripple with his Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow destroyed like the two of them, he could still overturn the world with a single thought.
The Abbey Dean would never make a mistake except when facing the Headmaster of the Academy. There were definitely more people in the Kingdom of Song today. There must be others who were preparing for the final harvest.
The atmosphere was depressing at first, but then it became gloomy and horrible with Chen Pipi's silence and the moans of the wounded. Even the falling snow slowed down a bit.
"We ourselves are the path, the truth, and life."
Ye Su looked at the confused and painful followers and said slowly, "Follow your own path and you will walk out of the dark valley and get the greatest joy."
As he said this, the snow suddenly fell. A crack appeared in the snowy clouds above the capital of the Song Kingdom. Sunlight shone down and fell on him, gilding him with a layer of gold.
The followers of the New Stream were shocked speechless and then knelt down.
"The path, the truth, and life?"
There was a small courtyard between several inconspicuous buildings. Prince Long Qing stood in the courtyard with his hands clasped behind his back. He listened to the voices coming from outside the wall and seemed to be thinking.
There were dozens of piles of firewood on the ground behind him. They were very dry and gave people a feeling of holiness. Not a single snowflake dared to fall on them.
The flames of the firewood should be very high.
…
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(He actually wrote it. What a surprise.)
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