The impassioned and powerful declaration suddenly turned into dirty words with a double meaning. He shouted at the Old Master that he wanted to kill the Abbey Dean and smashed her with his staff.
Ordinary people and extraordinary people were all human beings. They would turn into dust after death. But there was a big difference between them when they were alive. The old man's crutch could not beat the Abbey Dean.
The people on the Snow Street all thought that Old Master Chao was dead. But in fact, he was not. The Abbey Dean did nothing and just walked past him calmly.
The Eldest Brother vaguely guessed the Abbey Dean's intention. Taoism wanted to destroy Chang 'an City and also the hearts of the people in Chang' an. The Abbey Dean's massacre on the long street was to use the most powerful means to smash the hardest shell of the Tangs and trample their pride into the mud. Since killing could not solve the problem, then he chose to ignore it.
But the Abbey Dean did not know the Tangs very well. Old Chao had walked on the edge of life and death, but he did not become confused, suspicious or even afraid because of the Abbey Dean's ignorance.
If he did not hit him, he would have another chance in the future. If he did not die, he did not die. Being alive was better than being dead. There was no need for self-doubt. Old Chao leaned on his crutch and walked to the side of the street, cursing. His words were dirty, even dirtier than the dirty things in the snow.
The Abbey Dean raised his eyebrows slightly and continued to walk toward Ning Que. They would soon reach the imperial palace.
Eldest Brother said, "This is not right."
The Abbey Dean said, "Although the Tang Empire is strong, it is doomed. What can you do?"
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In front of the Verdant Canyon.
Ye Hongyu looked at Jun Mo. Blood flowed down her sleeves and onto the ground, mixing with the blood stains that had accumulated over the past few days.
She was very calm because she knew that Jun Mo was much more seriously injured than she was. He was burning the last of his Psyche Power and even his life, even though he was facing death.
Looking at Jun Mo's expressionless face and the blood-soaked disciples of the Academy behind him, she recalled the thrilling battles in front of the Verdant Canyon in the past seven days. She thought about how these few people had blocked the mighty Divine Hall Coalition Army in the south of the Tang Empire and prevented them from advancing north …
Someone like Jun Mo, fighting bitterly and on the verge of death, even she couldn't help but be somewhat moved. The deepest part of her eyes was filled with the brilliance of the divine stars, as well as a bit of pity and admiration.
"What can you do if the Heavens want to destroy your Academy?"
She looked at Jun Mo.
Jun Mo looked up at the sky. At this time, the rain had stopped, but the clouds had not completely dispersed. Only a few spots of the clear sky could be seen, like broken porcelain.
Furthermore, even if the rain and clouds dispersed and the sky was completely clear, there was no way for him to see that bright moon. Before he died in battle, he only took a glance at his teacher.
He did not directly answer Ye Hongyu's question. Instead, he said, "Chao Xiaoshu is a very good person. If nothing had happened back then, he would have been my Younger Brother."
Ye Hongyu knew who Chao Xiaoshu was, but she did not understand why Jun Mo would mention him at this time.
Jun Mo looked at the sky, searching for the traces left by the bright moon on the previous seven nights. He continued, "It's just that he liked to follow the former emperor, so he didn't enter the Academy."
"Back then, the former emperor was determined to clean up the imperial court, so there was that night at Spring Breeze Pavilion."
Ye Hongyu knew the famous night at Spring Breeze Pavilion. The names of Chao Xiaoshu and Ning Que were only noticed by the West-Hill Divine Palace after that rainy night.
Jun Mo withdrew his gaze and looked at her. He said, "Before that night, Chao Xiaoshu negotiated with the other party at the House of Red Sleeves. He said two sentences, which were widely spread in Chang 'an after that."
"At that time, he said these two sentences."
Jun Mo said, "If the Heavens can tolerate me, I can live. If not, I will kill."
Ye Hongyu suddenly felt a little cold, because she knew what she was going to hear next.
Although the whole world was against the Tang Empire, and Haotian Taoism and the Tang Empire were irreconcilable, she still did not expect that in the world of Haotian, someone would raise this question so calmly and firmly.
As expected, Jun Mo lightly shook his right arm, and the wide and square iron sword splashed down a stream of blood.
He held the iron sword and looked at Ye Hongyu, as if he was looking at the sky above her head. He said, "I have always thought these two sentences were not appropriate, because even if the Heavens cannot tolerate me, I still want to live."
"If the evil Heavens really cannot tolerate me, then … I cannot allow it to live either."
He finally said, "At least I cannot let it live too happily."
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On the snowy street in Chang 'an.
Eldest Brother looked at the Abbey Dean and said, "The Headmaster once said that the Heavens will obey the will of the people."
"If the Heavens do not obey, if the Heavens cannot tolerate, then what will you do?"
The Abbey Dean stopped and looked at the falling snow. After a pause, he said thoughtfully, "You can look up and see if the Heavens have ever spared anyone."
It was quiet. No one spoke, because no one could answer the Abbey Dean's question.
In the face of absolute power, courage was admirable, but there was no power. In the cold eyes of the Heavens, human's will was never important.
The skinny Taoist was silent. The Old Lady of Chu was silent. The injured were silent. The dead could not speak. Even Chao Er Bi's lips moved for a while, but no words came out.
Finally, a voice broke the silence of the world.
The voice was very hoarse and dry. It was probably because he had not drunk water for a long time, and he had lost too much blood in his body. It sounded a little harsh to the ears.
The voice sounded very tired, and even a little weak. But it was very determined. The so-called harsh sound was not like the sound of a sharp object rubbing against a mirror, but the sound of a mirror breaking.
The voice said, "Then destroy it."
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The Abbey Dean looked at the back of the crowd and saw Ning Que's bloody face.
Then he saw Ning Que's eyes.
Their eyes met for the first time in a long time.
Ning Que looked at him and said, "The Heavens will obey the will of the people. If the Heavens do not obey, then destroy it. I think this is a very simple truth."
The Abbey Dean looked at the determination and confidence in his eyes and slowly raised his eyebrows.
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The Natural Stream Magical Finger had seriously injured Ning Que and destroyed his confidence. But at that time, his spiritual world was still firm. Later, he gradually became a little absent-minded.
He looked at the two youths crying and doing the most unimaginable thing in the world. So he decided to stand up. He really stood up.
But he could only rely on the podao to support his weak body.
Then, countless ordinary people ran past him and ran towards the black sea of death.
He saw many people die in front of him.
He felt that it was wrong.
The choices of these ordinary people completely went against his understanding of this world and his rules. Although he had seen many similar scenes on the battlefield, the scene he saw today still brought him an unbearable mental shock and shock.
Because in the past, he had always put himself out of the picture.
Today, he was on this street, in the picture.
His body and soul, along with the blood, as the bodies fell, and the souls scattered, finally landed on this world.
In the past, he was willing to die for Chang 'an because of his responsibility and affection. He insisted that it was not because he was hot-blooded because of his responsibility and affection for the Academy, the Headmaster, his master Yan Se, and His Majesty.
He thought that his blood was cold. When the blood in his body began to heat up and even boil, he began to be confused and his mental state became a little absent-minded.
He vaguely felt a kind of power.
He had seen that kind of power more than once.
But there had never been a time when he felt it more vividly than at this moment on the snowy street.
At this moment, an old voice began to ring in his ears and heart.
He did not know that it was Uncle Chao who was talking.
The old voice echoed throughout the Tang Empire. His consciousness seemed to float to the great rivers and mountains. He saw all kinds of people everywhere.
Those people were fighting, marching, risking their lives, persevering, or just waiting. But that kind of waiting was also full of a kind of impressive tenacity.
He saw many people, and they were all extraordinary people.
Following that, many more scenes flashed past his eyes.
He saw the blood-stained hatchet in the woodshed, the cracked fields of Hebei County, the starving people like ghosts, the vast Min Mountain, the old hunters, the soil of the City of Wei, the lanterns of Chang 'an at night, the lake in the Wilderness, and the moss-covered tomb in the Lanke Temple.
He saw many people. Perhaps they were not extraordinary, but they were all people.
He seemed to have returned to the stone statue of the Lanke Temple and meditated. He seemed to have had his last conversation with Lotus in the White Bone Mountain at the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine. He seemed to have seen the Talisman Master in the primitive tribe when he entered Talisman Taoism that summer.
The earliest humans fought with wild beasts in the wilderness. They began to wear animal skins, eat meat, and live in caves. Then they began to farm, raise livestock, and eat more meat. They continued to eat meat and thought of many ways to cook meat to ensure that the meat was delicious. They could eat more meat because eating meat could make them stronger.
He saw humans building houses, villages, and roads. Finally, he saw a magnificent city standing on the plains, as if it was going to pierce through the sky. That was Chang 'an.
He walked in Chang 'an and saw the bun shop he had seen a few days ago. He remembered the aura that day, the power that only belonged to the human world.
This power could change the world.
This power could defeat time.
This power was the most ordinary and the most extraordinary. It was the most dazzling and the most inconspicuous. It was the hot fog in the bun shop or a brick in the city wall. But it was also the inheritance of wisdom and unyielding resistance.
Ning Que suddenly felt very touched.
This power was so great.
But he was so close to it, and he could feel it so clearly.
He felt his own insignificance, but it was not like when he faced Haotian. He would not be angry because of his own insignificance, but only respect and yearn because of his own insignificance.
Because no matter how insignificant he was, he was still a part of this power.
No matter how great this power was, it came from countless insignificant people like him.
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