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It turned out that although this Meng Yan's sword moves were superb and looked as if he had reached the pinnacle, from beginning to end, he never drew his sword, and only hit the enemy with the scabbard.

Zhou Ji slammed his hands and roared with hatred for iron and steel. Others are fighting with real swords and guns, but he is fine. Why are you pretending to be merciful at this time?

A blast of thunder split the gray sky, and in an instant, a golden light illuminated the murderous intent in the young man's eyes.

Zhou Ji picked up the arrow shot by the masked man just now, his eyes were dark and hard to see, he rushed into the crowd who were fighting, and stabbed it indiscriminately, fast and hard, heavy and fierce, like It was a bloodthirsty beast, like a wolf that had escaped from its cage.

It's an explosion, but also a catharsis!

one fell...

Another fell too...

Of the twelve assassins, none of them died at the hands of Meng Yan Futu's sword, but they all died under Zhou Ji's arrows, or more precisely, they died under Zhou Ji's ferocious aura.

The heavy rain poured down and hit him mercilessly, his hair and clothes clinging tightly to his body, surrounding him tightly with fear.The bone-piercing cold made him shiver. He raised his hand, and the blood flowing between his fingers, together with the rain, converged into a river, flooding the ocean. Such a deep color became the last bright color in his eyes.

It was the last color he would see for the rest of his life.

"Why did you kill someone?" Meng Yan asked him in disbelief with his eyes trembling.

"Then why did they kill me? Don't you think it's ridiculous to ask such a question? Could it be that when someone kills me with a knife, should I happily put my neck on it?" Zhou Ji asked back.

Meng Yan didn't answer him, his eyes were filled with deep sorrow, he walked towards Zhou Ji, step by step, as if walking on the edge of a knife, the pain was uncontrollable, getting closer, he could see clearly what was in his eyes Silence and hiding the deepest fear, he... was afraid?

"I killed people. It has nothing to do with you. You don't need to be sad, let alone blame yourself. If you want to blame, you can blame me for everything!" Zhou Ji's eyes were dark, and his voice was emotionless.

"Not afraid, not afraid." Meng Yanwen said.

Zhou Ji raised his head, is he comforting him?It was clear that he killed someone, why did he let him not be afraid?With what little clarity he had left, he asked, "...you don't blame me?"

"Actually, when I killed someone for the first time, I was as scared as you." Meng Yan actually smiled slightly.

"Mister also killed someone?"

"Much more than you have killed." A sad voice, with deep helplessness, when scenes of the past emerged in his heart, his eyes were faintly wet, but fortunately, it was completely hidden by the rain. trace.

Seeing this, Zhou Ji suddenly stopped asking, and the atmosphere suddenly became cold.

The two, one in front and the other behind, kept a distance not too close, and walked slowly in the rain, looking for a shelter from the rain.

The black clouds turn over the ink, and the rain is drizzling, like playing a pipa randomly, and they are all crowded together.

Zhou Ji needs this rain to wash away the blood on his hands, and Meng Yan, he needs this rain to bury his... guilt and uneasiness.

As he walked, he saw a dilapidated hut that could barely shelter from the rain. Zhou Ji walked in before him, picked up a few sticks of dry wood, and started a fire.

Meng Yan sat cross-legged next to him, raised his wide sleeves to wipe the rain from his face, and when he put them down, he saw Zhou Ji's fierce eyes.

Zhou Ji fiddled with the fire, watching the fierce flames flying high, he squinted his eyes, reached out to pinch the flame head, and was no different from the ordinary boy next door. Just looking at the face at this moment, he seemed to be a bold A naughty child, but those eyes, fierce and decisive eyes, destroyed all of Meng Yan's beautiful fantasies.

"Sir, I killed them, but I don't regret it. Anyone who wants to kill me, whether he is a human, a ghost, a Buddha, or a demon, deserves to die!" Like an ice cube being chopped, His voice was sonorous and cold and ruthless.

"Then what are you afraid of?" Meng Yan exposed him mercilessly, and his eyes fell on his trembling hands.

Zhou Ji immediately retracted his hands into his sleeves, covering them tightly, and when he raised his head again, his face was already calm, "Don't talk about me, sir, when was the first time you killed someone?"

He knew that Meng Yan definitely didn't like to mention this matter, but seeing Meng Yan's cracked expression at the moment, he couldn't help but feel the pleasure of revenge. It really is an interesting thing to sprinkle salt on other people's wounds. "Why? Who were the people killed?"

Meng Yan froze, his expression was extremely ugly, and there was an obvious flaw in his indifferent eyes, which made it difficult for him to maintain his calmness. After a long time, when Zhou Ji thought that he would not speak, he said faintly: "...is my fellow disciple."

Zhou Ji shook his body and looked at him in astonishment. For no reason, he suppressed his inquisitive thoughts.

Now facing assassins, he would not even draw his sword. He must have felt extremely guilty when he killed his fellow disciple that day. It must have been the nightmare of his life, right?

But I'm different from you, your nightmare is over, and mine is still going on.

The rain fell all night, washing away the sin and blood in the world, but it could no longer make everything pure and clean as before.

After the rain stopped, Zhou Ji pawned the last jade ornament on his body and got two horses in exchange for two horses. He and Meng Yan rode away towards Pingcheng, the capital of Yue. They traveled day and night, and when they arrived in Pingcheng, it was already three days later.

"My son has seen his father."

"The grass people have seen the king."

Above the main hall, the two brushed off their clothes and knelt down, worshiping shoulder to shoulder.

Zhou Ji lowered his eyelids, and from the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the man standing in front of him with his stomach full. He remembered that in his previous life, he had closed the coffin lid for him and buried him himself, but at this moment, he was standing upright. In front of him.

Reason told him that he should hate him, hate him for all the injustices he had done to him, and hate him for giving him an empty shell and mess, but he couldn't deceive himself, and his heart couldn't hide his joy.It's good that the father is still alive.

He was even thinking, maybe it wouldn't be so unbearable to do it all over again.

"Okay, okay, it's good to come back. These few days, I have sent the Imperial Forest Army to search for your whereabouts, but they found nothing. Where did you go?" Yue Wang asked.

Zhou Ji's heart warmed, and he replied: "My son heard that Meng Yan, the head of the Meng family in Jiangling, is the number one swordsman in the world. He specially traveled thousands of miles to meet the master, and asked the master to come out of the mountain to relieve father's worries and labors."

Meng Yan frowned and closed his eyes. When did he agree to come out?

The King of Yue said in a disdainful tone: "No matter how well-informed you are, you are just a commoner. You are the prince of my country, how can you easily condescend and humiliate your status?" After a pause, he raised his eyebrows lazily , Pretentiously asked: "Where is Meng Yan? Where is he now?"

Meng Yan made a bow and said: "Meng Yan, a grassroots man, has met the king."

The king of Yue lifted his crown, squinted at Meng Yan, his eyes showed a look of surprise, but he pretended to be disgusted and said: "Such a weak and unruly appearance is far worse than the warriors in the widow's palace. If you can’t lift it with your hands or carry it on your shoulders, what great things can you accomplish?”

Just as Meng Yan was about to speak, Zhou Ji straightened his body on his knees, and hurriedly said: "I admire Mr. Meng's swordsmanship for a long time, and I ask my father to make Mr. Meng the crown prince and tutor, so that I can teach my minister swordsmanship."

"...ready to play."

"Thank you, father, and my son will leave." Never procrastinating, just accept as soon as it is good, Zhou Ji stole a glance at Meng Yan, and strode out of the meeting hall.

Zhou Ji was enjoying himself, when there was a gloomy voice behind him, with extreme helplessness, "I just said that I came to plead guilty to the King of Yue, why did I ever say that I would be your Taifu?"

"Do you think that in today's troubled times, with your reputation and status, even if you want to stay out of it, you can do it?" Zhou Ji said.

"Then why do you think that you are the only choice I have?"

Zhou Ji looked solemnly, raised his eyelashes and looked into the distance, and said in a deep voice: "Because only I can help you realize the 'Tao' in your heart, and achieve the true world for the public and social harmony."

However, it is by force.He said silently in his heart.

road?What is Tao?

In the journey of the great way, the world is for the public, selecting the virtuous and capable, preaching trust and repairing harmony.Therefore, people should not only kiss their relatives, not only their sons and sons, so that the old will be able to die, the strong will be useful, and the young will be able to grow.The evil of goods is abandoned on the ground, so there is no need to hide it in oneself; the evil of power does not come from the body, so there is no need to do it for oneself.That's why you don't prosper if you conspire against others, you don't commit robbery and robbery, and you don't shut down outsiders. This is called Great Harmony.

Can you really help me realize my ideal?

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