Twilight War

08

With his tongue, his lips and his sword, Wang Zhiwu pressed forward every step of the way.

The white piece he is holding has already entered the opponent's bottom line, and if there is another drum, he will win.It really lives up to the name of ghost Confucianism.

The boy retreated in despair and was forced every step of the way.

The astronomical operator held the drumsticks in high spirits, as if he was the drummer shouting for thousands of troops.He was shouting for Wang Zhiwu.

"I burned these historical scrolls because I found it ridiculous." Huang Xuanjin said suddenly after a long time.

"Your Majesty, are you using your own standards to judge the Huangxuan family?" Wang Zhiwu said, "Because they did not conquer the world like you, but have always been loyal to the royal family, so you think they are absurd."

"Master, do you know the way of heaven?" Huang Xuanjin said.

"know."

"What if I said that the way of heaven is that some people die for others?" Huang Xuanjin looked at Wang Zhiwu and said word by word.

"Absurd! How can there be such a way of heaven!"

"The way of heaven is like this." Huang Xuanjin said seriously: "Gods created the world to let the world die for them."

"Absurd! The gods are the ones who protect the world."

"I also thought it was absurd at first, and I couldn't accept such a way of heaven." Huang Xuanjin said: "But one day I suddenly discovered that the world works like this—some people die for others."

"I used to think that it was not worth giving up a few values ​​​​for the sake of the majority. I thought about it for a long time, and it was very painful. But I found that I thought too much. I thought too much. Because the decision has already been made."

"We have been domesticated by this world for so long that we even ignore the cruelty of this world."

"Decisions in this world have already been made, and we have even taken it for granted. Then it feels ridiculous that some people die for others."

"For example?" Wang Zhiwu asked.

"War." Huang Xuanjin said.

"War, the essence of war is that some people die for others." Huang Xuanjin said: "It doesn't even weigh the number of people, it directly throws countless people on the battlefield, one crop after another Stubble."

"Killing the enemy for the country is the true nature of a man! It is a matter of being loyal to the emperor!" Wang Zhiwu said.

"Yes, the essence of war is that some people die for others, but it sounds too cunning, doesn't it? So the superiors whitewashed it into loyalty! Whitewashed into heroism, a man's true colors!"

"War is about defending the country! It's about people donating their lives and fighting for their lives! War is about living!" Wang Zhiwu held the white chess in his hand.

"No, war is for death." Huang Xuanjin shook his head, "Do you know why wars are fought? Why do people revolt? Is it the inhumanity of the emperor? Is it the corruption of officials? No, neither. Someone must die."

"Because there is only so much land and so much food. If there is nothing to eat, of course we have to fight. After the war, many people died, and the land is enough. Therefore, there will be a peaceful world. Because someone died for them. "

"The so-called loyalty is nothing more than some people dying for others!" Huang Xuanjin's eyes were as black as ink, "What is a hero! He who is praised by everyone is a hero!"

He laughed again, "If someone is willing to die for you, of course you praise him. The so-called heroes are nothing but sacrificial pigs pushed by everyone!"

The astrologer's hands were trembling, he never thought that this verbal debate would develop to this point.

Huangxuanjin is fundamentally trying to overthrow benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trust, and he wants to erase the Confucian etiquette and law that Donghuang has observed for thousands of years.

But what was even more frightening was that he actually thought it was right.He couldn't find any words to refute the boy...

"And for the past 800 years, the Huangxuan family has been the heroes pushed out."

The boy said slowly.

The wind blows, and the mountains and seas of lights are darkened.

The astrologer closed his eyes and knocked down the drumstick.

"There's no need to play anymore." Wang Zhiwu sat up and stood up. Millions of history volumes surrounded him behind the lamp, and he turned to look at the volumes around him.

"Prepare the car." Wang Zhiwu walked towards the ladder.

"Perhaps I am also destined to come here today. The courtiers killed the king, and the disciples violated the master. This Confucian etiquette is really refuted by you. It is cleaner than burning it."

"Master." Huang Xuanjin said suddenly while kneeling on the ground.

Wang Zhiwu turned his head to look at the boy in the brocade robe.

"Master, tell me, did I do something right?"

Wang Zhiwu kept saying that the boy wanted to burn everything because he felt that he had done something wrong.

But the boy doesn't ask him now if he did something wrong.He asked him if he had done anything right.

"Since Confucian etiquette is wrong, maybe there is no right or wrong in this world." Wang Zhiwu turned around and walked up the long ladder.

"Prepare a car for me too, it's late, Changle Fang should have a curfew." Huang Xuanjin got up.

All the lights fell on him.

"Then this historical volume..." Chubilang asked cautiously.

"There is no need to burn it." Huangxuan Jin said.

This matter was called the Lingtai Debate in later history books.The Lord of the Divine Phoenix wanted to burn the 800-year history of the Huangxuan family. Mr. Fang Zhai, Wang Zhiwu, played against the Lord of the Divine Phoenix with Shuanglu.Such is the talent of ghosts and Confucians.

It's just that no one knows what the two debated in the Lingtai that day.

After everyone left, the astrologer fell to the ground weakly holding the bronze drum, "Is this the so-called way of heaven?"

Chunyu walked up to him, "I still want to ask, is this the so-called Confucian etiquette?"

He smiled and looked up at Zhoutian Million Stars.

"Hero..."

08

When Huangxuanjin walked out of the Lingtai, General Tianquan was waiting outside, wearing heavy armor and holding a scarlet knife.

"How long has the general been here?" Huang Xuanjin asked.

"One hour." General Tianquan said.

"I came here to ask to go west with His Majesty." General Tianquan lifted his knee armor and bowed on his knees.

"Just now, you have heard everything I said to Mr. Fangzhai." Huang Xuanjin asked.

"I heard." General Tianquan said.

"Then you still want to march west with me."

"I only know that His Majesty is going to fight the Western Continent, and that His Majesty will take thousands of troops to fight back the five cities in the northwest." General Tianquan said.

"I fight for the dead." Huang Xuanjin looked down at General Tianquan, "I will be happy only when the dead are dead."

"I am not afraid of death."

"And what about your soldiers?"

"Perhaps, they really want to be the heroes in His Majesty's mouth, because I think."

"I just said that the so-called heroes are nothing more than sacrificing grass pigs." Huang Xuanjin said with half-closed eyes.

"Yes, but there are always fools in the world. Knowing the truth of the way of heaven, I am still willing to stick to what I firmly believe in. What I believe in is my way of military affairs." General Tianquan said.

Huang Xuanjin smiled, "Okay."

09

Pillow feather Xuan.

Now it's the severe winter season, Lan Xie heard that many people in Chang'an city froze to death, and the refugees outside the city were killed and injured countless times.

The Kuafu's blood transported from Huayin was burning in the house, and the whole house was as warm as a warm spring season.Even the courtyard is much warmer.If you don't go out here, you may think that it is already spring.

Huangxuanjin finally stopped going to Changlefang to gamble and drink in the past few days, and walked around the house wearing a loose scarlet robe all day long.

The palace assigned many maids to serve him, but those maids were afraid of him, hiding outside the courtyard and dare not come over or run away.So she is still the only one serving in the Zhen Yu Xuan.

They said that the disasters in Donghuang are all caused by the young man, but in her eyes the young man was just in a daze all day long, and he didn't do anything.

In the evening, she pushed open the courtyard door and found a girl sitting by the pond in the courtyard. One side of the girl's face turned into a skeleton under the moonlight.

She suppressed an exclamation.

Huang Xuanjin pushed open the door of the Nuan Pavilion, looked at the girl outside the door, "I'm back."

He said.

Lan Xie is a little strange, isn't Huangxuan Jin here all the time?

But the girl just nodded, "En."

The boy stood beside her, and the two of them looked at the moonlight in the harsh winter.

The next day, besides the girl from yesterday, there was another beautiful girl who looked like a Bodhisattva in the courtyard.

"My name is Honglian Yin, from the Western Regions." The girl will take the teacup in his hand.

There were two more beautiful girls in the room, as if the whole room was brightened up.But Huangxuanjin still looked like an old god. He leaned against the doorway, looked at Lanxie, then at Hull, and then at Honglianyin.

"Why don't you all dress up?" He frowned, like a troubled rich man who didn't understand.

"Let me grind rouge for you." He said suddenly.

Then the young man raised his hand, and the long-withered peach tree in the pillow feather pavilion gave birth to flowers, and the peach blossoms were covered with snow.

He ran through the flower corridor, the red clothes on his body were blown up by the wind, and thousands of flowers were blooming behind him.He turned around, and the peach blossoms were scattered in this severe cold season.

Peach blossoms fell on him, and he caught the fallen peach blossoms in a rough stone mortar, then picked some narcissus and threw them in.

"Come out, don't leave me alone." He looked back at the three girls kneeling in the main hall.

Hong Lianyin smiled and said, "I'm here to talk to you, not to research rouge."

The wind blew up the feathers in her beard.

Hull had already put on his shoes, walked down the corridor, picked up the petals on the ground little by little, and put them on the skirt.

The maid outside the door timidly opened the courtyard door a crack and looked inside.

"Come in, I'll grind rouge for you." The young man beckoned.

So the girls in the furnace-red palace dress rushed in, and they looked at Fang Fei in amazement.

The young man sat under the eaves with a mortar in his hand, and the wind blew the copper bell in the corner of the house.

According to the official historian's records, the first year of the Divine Phoenix was a cold winter, but Lan Xie always felt that the first year of the Divine Phoenix was warm, with fragrant flowers in full bloom and the aroma of rouge.

"Bring the lip paper!" Huang Xuanjin said after filtering the flower juice.

Snow fell from the courtyard in all directions, Huangxuan Jin raised his head to watch the snow fall into the flower juice in his hand.

The girls gathered around him, soaking the lip paper in the flower juice, and then drying it on the slate.

Lanxie held the slate to dry beside the stove burning Kuafu's blood.

The red flower juice is slowly drying up.

But she was stunned suddenly, she felt that the flower juice was like blood.

Dried blood.

Tears rolled down her face.

"Lanxie!" The boy suddenly called her from behind her.

Lan Xie turned his head, Huangxuanjin pinned a flower on his head, then shook his head left and right, and the flower was also placed back and forth.

The girl covered her mouth and smiled.

She squinted her eyes and looked up at the sky.

Spring is good...