Kong Weishan and all the scholars behind him had hostile gazes in their eyes.
They were like a pack of infuriated wolves that were fearless.
Yan Yukong smiled as if he had met a good friend whom he hadn't seen for years at a literary gathering. Perhaps, his smile wasn't that warm, familiar, or even a little distant.
However, such a smile would only be given to friends.
"Some of you are my good friends," Yan Yukong said warmly. He smiled warmly and looked at them warmly.
The hundreds of thousands of people instantly stopped and then continued to move forward. They were just a little slower.
They couldn't tell, but they could feel it.
Hundreds of thousands of people's hostility melted in an instant.
"Behind me are my good friends too."
There were clearly hundreds of thousands of people walking in the huge square, but it was suddenly silent.
Yan Yukong continued with a gentle smile, "Among you, there are good friends who have studied with me in the hot summer, good friends who have participated in literary gatherings under the lights, good friends who have never spoken to each other but continue to fight after looking at each other and smiling from afar. There are even good friends who have never seen each other but whose hearts will beat a little faster than usual when they see each other's names. You may like to eat noodles, but I like to eat rice. You may like to speak in tongues, but I don't know how to roll my tongue. You may like to wear silk, but I only like to wear cotton clothes. You may cultivate the military while I cultivate Confucianism. One day, you may even wish for me to die. However, I believe that my good friend will not stab your sword into my heart. "
As he spoke, Yan Yukong pointed at his heart.
"Even if you really stab it, I will still say that you are still my good friend before you stab me."
Yan Yukong turned his head to look at the top of Inverted Peak Mountain before turning back again. "There is also a good friend of mine up there. He made me suffer a crushing defeat at the Dragon Boat Literary Meet, but in the Holy Ground, we have our backs to each other. He once dominated the Ten Nations Grand Tournament and suppressed all of us until we couldn't breathe. However, in the Jinshi Hunting Ground, we still killed the avatar of the Lord of Pestilence side by side. You may say that I, Yan Yukong, am standing here because he is a Half-saint. We are doing this for benefits, reputation, and to be illuminated by the light of Half-saint. "
Yan Yukong smiled and said, "That's not the case. It's because Half-Saints don't need protection. Not a single human Half-Saint needs protection. They're better at protecting themselves than all of us here, and even those who aren't here. However, my good friend's good friend needs protection. "
"You may ask why I chose the most powerful friend's good friend instead of protecting you. You may think that I'm biased, utilitarian, or even snobbish. of course. Let me tell you what I saw. "
The smile remained on Yan Yukong's face, but his eyes suddenly turned red.
"When I first met him, he was just like us. He had friends, relatives, and a country. However, his friends, relatives, and his country had bet their honor and future on him. Before the Dragon Boat Cultural Gathering, I thought I was competing with Jing Guowen. After the competition ended, I looked at him and realized that it was me, my friends, my family, and my country that were competing with him alone. His friends, his country, did not stand behind him, nor did they stand on his sides, but on his shoulders. "
There were tears in Yan Yukong's eyes.
"During the Ten Nations Literary Competition, I was still standing opposite him. I still thought that the ten of us were competing with the ten of Jingguo. However, in the Ten Thousand Questions Sea, Jingguo had nine people and one less. Then, I saw him multitasking, holding two pens in each hand, and answering two sets of test papers. When everyone's attention was focused on him alone, when all the Jingguo people were pinning their hopes on him alone, he actually didn't receive any help. He was still fighting against all of us alone. "
"When we were in the Holy Ground and at the Jinshi Hunting Ground, I said that we were fighting side by side and back to back, but that was just my imagination. If I had the ability to go back in time and watch the battles that happened in the past, I would know that not only me, but everyone who thought that they were fighting with him would be puzzled and wonder why we kept seeing his back. "
"Was it because he ran too fast? Did he not have us in his heart? Or did he not like us? No! In those places, we didn't know where to go, front, back, left, or right. But every time I saw his back, I knew that the road between us was safe. Because that was the path that he had taken. "
"We didn't fight side by side with him. We just followed his back and followed the safe path that he had taken."
"Even when we were in Mitani Lien Chan, in the Battle of Ning An, in other ancient lands, and in Dragon City, he was moving forward alone. However, I couldn't keep up with him."
Yan Yukong's nose turned red.
"When I got further and further away from him, I panicked because not only could I not keep up with him, but I couldn't even see his back. He seemed to have entered the fog in the distance. When he saw the myriad of worlds, when he appeared in front of me again, when I saw his smile, I suddenly understood one thing. "
"I didn't have to follow him anymore. I didn't have to look at his back because he had killed all the enemies that could hurt me. He killed Gu Xu, Half-saint, Tri-Ocean Dragon Sage, and all the enemies that I couldn't see!"
"However, I never saw anyone standing beside him!"
"When Gu Xu injured him, no one helped him wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth!"
"When Tri-Ocean Dragon Sage attacked him, no one helped him look after his back!"
"When his heart was cut by your sword of words, I didn't see anyone bandage his wound."
"You have many people helping you. You, Kong Weishan, have your father helping you, the Kong Clan helping you, and hundreds of thousands of scholars helping you. However, I didn't see anyone beside my friend Fang Yun. I really didn't see anyone! "
Yan Yukong wiped the tears off his face with his sleeve.
"I didn't understand why he killed Emperor Qing. I also didn't understand why he killed the Dragons, Half-saint. I also didn't understand why he didn't give away the Literati Star fragment to others and make billions of enemies. I never understood him! "
"Fang Sheng didn't need a mere scholar like me. I couldn't even see his face through Fang Sheng's light. However, I could hear it. I really did hear my friend Fang Yun tell me that he wanted someone to help him! "
"Then, I came."
Yan Yukong looked at the hundreds of thousands of people in front of him. His green robe was covered in tears.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
