Uncle Iceberg's Road to Collapse

Outside Guangling City, on the wilderness, Bai Zangzhi, who was in shackles, suddenly trembled all over his body. He gasped heavily, and suddenly woke up from his dream!

The uneasiness in Bai Zangzhi's heart is getting bigger and bigger!But he couldn't do anything. It was night, and the team that exiled him found a small farmyard outside the city to rest and prepare for tomorrow's trip.

Bai Zangzhi was imprisoned in a stable and chained all over his body. He had been marching for a day and a night, but he still hadn't run out of water.

The moon was in the middle of the sky, and he couldn't see his fingers in the stable. Bai Zangzhi silently endured the anxiety and thirst in the dark.Suddenly, there was a sound from outside the stable, and the grass door was opened. It was a ten-year-old girl with a small orange lamp in her hand. She entered the door with a bowl of water. The little girl was not like everyone else. Seeing Bai Zangzhi as a ghost, she looked directly at Bai Zangzhi and said softly, "Drink some water."

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Bai Zangzhi was silent, then said softly.

"You are like this, why am I afraid of you?" The little girl smiled slightly, her beautiful eyes reflected in the rippling water in the bowl.

She is the granddaughter of the old farmer, named Huan'er.

Bai Zangzhi lowered his eyelids, silently accepting the girl's kindness. The girl slightly tilted the bowl forward and handed it to Bai Zangzhi's chapped lips.

But at this moment, a whistle came from outside the thatched shed!Then came the sound of footsteps!

"Pass on the eldest son's life! Seal all of them! Never let one go! Especially that Bai Zangzhi!! Search!!"

Bai Zangzhi and the little girl in the stable were both taken aback for a moment, and then they heard the screams of the escort guards from the thatched shed next to them!

"This...what's the matter?"

The little girl's little orange lantern fell to the ground in fright.

At the same time, in the distant city of Guangling, Jing Hancheng's chess pieces landed on the table.He stroked the purple and gold chess pieces all over the table, his face full of pity.

"Bai Zangzhi is a talented person. If I want him to be exiled like this, I really can't bear it. The king is desperate for talent now, and there is a lack of good generals to assist him. If Bai Zangzhi can be brought under the command of the king, it will be a real disaster in the future." It's like a tiger with wings."

Jing Hancheng's face was full of pity, but there was no warmth in his eyes, they were cold and frightening.

"But this Bai Zangzhi is a kind of love." Jing Hancheng sighed in admiration: "That Ji Tianduan played with him like this, he still had no regrets, and he admitted his defeat. If I persuade him to surrender to me now, I'm afraid it will still be bad. Light up the fire."

"Your Majesty is worrying too much. If you want to crush a dying camel, you only need a straw." Wushu Shaluo picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea and said with a smile, "Bai Zang's origin is a bereaved dog. If you want to It's actually extremely easy for him to hate Ji Tianduan."

"Oh? The national teacher has a solution?" Jing Hancheng narrowed his eyes and said.

"It is the duty of a veteran minister to share your majesty's worries." Wushu Shaluo saluted and said coldly, "It's already being done."

The ordinary farmhouse outside Guangling City was surrounded by a sea of ​​flames.Thick blood and charred corpses were all over the ground.

"Officer! We are just the most responsible poor peasants! We have never done anything evil! Please show mercy and let us survive!!"

"Who told you that your life is bad, and you took these people in?" The leading man in black sneered: "Let's put down the words, my son, this locked prisoner will never leave Guangling City alive! Your granddaughter looks so cute!" , let’s have some fun for the grandpas first, and you old bastard will go to hell first!”

Bai Zangzhi's pupils dilated suddenly, and the boundless coldness and darkness penetrated into his skin like a devil. The girl's desperate cries and the old man's dying pleas were like the devil's whispers, like maggots attached to the bones.

"Kill that Bai Zangzhi quickly, don't delay the happiness of the gentlemen." A man in black wiped his knife while ordering casually. He walked towards Bai Zangzhi with a sneer, as if saying that something was about to be thrown away. Trash.

"Stare at me? What's the use of staring at me?" The man in black with the knife looked at Bai Zangzhi, whose eyes were about to burst, and sneered disdainfully.

"If you want to rely on it, you must depend on your young master's cruelty. You can't rely on me for this kind of thing."

The conversation was divided into two parts, Yao Jingliu stood outside Yunqing's gate for a long time, just when he was about to rush in, the gate of Yunqing's gate opened.

Ji Tianduan stood at the door, pale and thin like a paper figurine on silk painting.

When Yao Jingliu stepped into Yunqing's gate again, he trembled as if shocked by the scene in front of him.

"Ji Tianduan...you...you..."

All the hundred or so disciples in Yunqing's sect were stunned, and they were all lying on the ground. A silk blanket was spread on the floor, and Ji Tianduan was sitting in the middle of the silk blanket. He was straightening out the appearance of the sleeping senior sisters. Rings, loose temples, or falling black hair, he straightened them out one by one, and tidied them up carefully.

Ordinarily, a man and a woman cannot kiss each other, but there was no trace of profanity in that scene, it was all gentle and solemn.

"Jingliu, you are here." Ji Tianduan said softly without raising his head.

"Twenty painting boats have been prepared, all of which have been disguised as flower boats, and they are parked in the river at the back door of your Yunqing Gate." Yao Jingliu looked at the sleeping girls all over the floor and said in a deep voice: "I didn't expect that you It is to persuade Ji Yuanyuan in this way."

"Hold them all up, Jingliu, be careful."

Ji Tianduan said softly.

"Heh..." Yao Jingliu looked at the sleeping Yunqing disciples on the ground, and smiled contemptuously:

"You are really capable! But Ji Tianduan, but how long do you think this way can protect them!?"

Ji Tianduan lowered his head, his eyelashes drooped, and remained silent.

"Tomorrow at this time, it will be Jing Hancheng's state banquet! If the Yunqing family doesn't go to perform the dance, he, Jing Hancheng, will definitely punish the Yunqing family! You are not stupid, you should know that the so-called "dance presentation" is nothing more than It's a cover! To put it bluntly, it's Jing Hancheng's excuse to clean up your Yunqing family! Since he can throw out such a cover, then he must have the chance to win the Yunqing family!"

Yao Jingliu pinched the door frame tightly.

"So, even if you successfully transport them out of the city tonight!? It only takes a few hours to chase twenty boats!"

Ji Tianduan didn't speak, just picked up Ji Yuanyuan and walked towards the back door.

"Ji Tianduan, you fool! All your hard work is useless in the end!"

Yao Jingliu shouted sharply towards Ji Tianduan's back.

"Jingliu, help me transport people onto the boat."

Ji Tianduan just spit out such a sentence lightly.

"I fucked your grandma's legs! Can't you listen to the vernacular!?" Yao Jing swears on the spot: "Why did I fall in love with you blindly!?"

Yao Jingliu looked at Ji Tian who was determined to go his own way and trembled all over, but the guy didn't seem to hear it, everything was as usual, what to do.Yao Jingliu rolled his eyes, gritted his teeth and carried a girl to the back door.

Because of the large number of people, the boatmen also helped to carry people onto the boat. Two hours later, the twenty boats were already full of people. Ji Tianduan gasped and looked behind him. Except for Ji Tianduan, there was no one there.

The huge Yunqing Gate has become an empty shell after the golden cicada has escaped its shell.

The wind was bitingly cold, the Sirius was hanging high, Ji Tianduan stood under the blue tile cornice of Yunqing Gate, watching the twenty painting boats gradually go away.

"It's great, they're all gone." Ji Tianduan smiled and said softly: "Jingliu, come with me to do one last thing."

"Accompany me to the Plum Garden, and take one last look at my mother."

Yao Jingliu looked at Ji Tianduan with frowning eyebrows. At this moment, he had already felt some scary clues, but there didn't seem to be any waves under Ji Tianduan's calm expression.

"Let's go." Ji Tianduan turned his head and said to Yao Jingliu: "There is no need to take a carriage, you and I can go on horseback, we have to come back before sunrise."

"You..." Yao Jingliu wanted to say something, but in the end he sighed.

He couldn't refuse Ji Tianduan.

No matter what kind of excessive request he has, he can't refuse it. After scolding, he will still find a way for him after he is tired.

Shui Yunjian's top card is his good looks and heart, but this glass-hearted man was eaten to death by Ji Tianduan.

He likes Ji Tianduan so much, likes everything about Ji Tianduan.

Yao Jingliu had no choice but to suppress his anger and accompany Ji Tianduan to the stable to get a horse, but saw that Ji Tianduan took another pot of "Mei Xue" from the cellar.

"Mei Xue" is a wine made from sweet berries and petals harvested by the disciples of Yunqing's family every winter from the snow water above winter plums.

It was also Ji Shuyue's favorite wine during his lifetime.

"To tell the truth." Yao Jingliu patted the snowflake horse and smiled wryly: "Until now, I don't know what you want to do, I'm like a fool to accompany you to mess around... You are very leisurely, and now catastrophe is imminent , but I still think of paying tribute to the deceased."

"Let's go, get on the horse." Ji Tianduan said.

The Plum Garden is located outside the suburbs of Guangling City. At this moment, the morning star has lit up, and the rest of the stars above the galaxy have dimmed.The wintersweet flowers outside the city have all withered, and among the dead leaves and grass, there is vitality brewing again.

Ji Shuyue's tombstone stood there quietly.

It was Ji Tianduan who was not close, and could even be called a distant and indifferent mother.

There seemed to be no other voices around here except a little wind, whether it was praise, praise, glory or shame, they had all gone away from her.

Ji Tianduan knelt in front of her grave.He took out two glass bowls, filled them with plum snow wine, and handed one of them to Yao Jingliu.

Ji Tianduan raised his glass and drank it all, Yao Jingliu drank half a bowl together.After that, Ji Tianduan poured the whole jug of wine in front of his mother's stele.

"Mother." Ji Tianduan lowered his eyelids and called softly.

"This may be the last time in my life to see you."

Yao Jingliu's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Ji Tianduan in shock.

Ji Tianduan knelt on the ground, clasped his hands together and prostrated.

"This is the rule of abstaining from obscenity and keeping righteousness. From now on, my son may break it."

"The flower of keeping the integrity of the hair is left to you."

But seeing Young Master Baihua loosen his hair in a bun, his hair like splashed ink spread out with the wind and scattered on the lapel sleeves.He took down the wilting sword orchid flower and placed it in front of the grave with great care.

The weak yellow petals seemed to be unable to withstand the north wind, and were trembling mournfully.

The east sky has turned pale.

A ray of morning sun breaks through the clouds, illuminating the green tomb stone tablet and the half-tree plum blossoms.The sunlight shone into Ji Tianduan's eyes, and his tea-brown pupils were as pure and clear as glass.

"Although Ji Tianduan has no immortal skills, he has no cultivation! But now Guangling is in danger! Yunqing's family is in danger! My son is willing to use the dance as an excuse to go to Jing Hancheng's camp alone! Kill the demon monk Wushu Shaluo! For Senior Sister Mianmian Revenge! Revenge for Guangling!"

Ji Tianduan bowed his knees and bowed.

"Now the teachers and sisters have been safely sent out of the city, and they will wake up after ten hours...May the mother's Yin spirit be on top, and protect Tian Duan's assassination of Wushu Shaluo successfully!"

Ji Tianduan salutes again.

Yao Jingliu was immediately dumbfounded.

"Ji Tianduan, what did you just say!?"

"You want to assassinate Wushu Shaluo alone?"

Ji Tianduan remained silent, he knelt quietly in front of Ji Shuyue's grave, his eyes were determined with all-or-nothing determination.

He looked at Ji Tianduan tremblingly, now he finally understands what Ji Tianduan is going in a big circle!Why did he do everything possible to send Bai Zangzhi away!Why did he transport all the female disciples of the Yunqing Sect out of Guangling City after bewitching them!

He wants to go alone to assassinate Jing Hancheng!If Bai Zangzhi was by his side, Bai Zangzhi would definitely not let him go alone, and would protect him with his life... He framed Bai Zangzhi and transported him out of the city just to let him live.

Not for anyone, let alone Yao Jingliu.

It's for Bai Zangzhi.

It's just for Bai Zangzhi.

"Ji Tianduan! Are you crazy!? You are a fucking lunatic!"

Yao Jingliu kicked over the fruit offering placed in front of the stele, and picked up Ji Tianduan's neckline fiercely!Regardless of the occasion, he cursed like crazy.

"From the moment I saw Sister Mianmian's body..."

"I'm already ready to die at any time!"

There was neither sadness nor joy on Ji Tianduan's face, but it seemed that his mouth was full of blood, there was no trace of tenderness in his eyes, it was full of coldness and coldness.

"But they are not even your senior sisters!"

Yao Jingliu finally couldn't hold back any longer, and shouted tremblingly with tears streaming down his face:

"Wake up, Ji Tianduan! You are not from the Yunqing sect! Your mother refused to recognize you until she died! They are not your senior sisters and junior sisters at all. To put it bluntly, they have nothing to do with you! Ji Yuanyuan also I told you so clearly! You are a disgrace to the Yunqing Clan!! Why do you risk your life to control them??"

Ji Tianduan lowered his head, looked at the ground, and suddenly hooked his thumbs together. "Look, mirror flow. What does this look like?"

Ji Tianduan asked softly.

Yao Jingliu looked at Ji Tianduan's finger in shock, and his face with tears was full of shock and doubt... "Ji Tianduan, are you really crazy?" Yao Jingliu patted Ji Tianduan's face and asked tremblingly: "You ask me what your finger looks like??"

"I'm not crazy." Ji Tianduan lowered his eyes and said softly.

"This is the shadow of a bird's hand."

"Hooking two thumbs together makes you look like a bird."

He turned his head to look at his mother's grave, and smiled helplessly at the "Tomb of Luo Shuixianyin Ji Shuyue".

That is the distant Huaiyang water town, the distant blue tiles and white walls.

When Ji Tianduan was young, being punished and beaten was commonplace.

Ji Shuyue was afraid that if he practiced immortal arts, he would harm Yunqing's female disciples in the future, so Ji Tianduan was not allowed to learn any immortal arts since he was a child. Ji Yuanyuan made an exception to teach him swordsmanship, which is already against the sect's rules.

Ji Shuyue even set a rule for him, if he meets a fellow teacher or sister, he must immediately lower his head and never look up!Don't talk casually!On weekdays, Ji Tianduan's range of activities is only a few feet inside and outside the Cunshan Hall. If he goes out of this place, he will be punished for copying books and beaten.

Ever since he entered the Yunqing Sect, he had been forced to separate from Yang Mianmian, Ji Yuanyuan, Chen Nian and other sisters. If the sisters wanted to take a look at him, it was as difficult as being a thief.

That incident happened when he was six or seven years old.

He had been imprisoned in Cun Shan Tang for a long time, Xu missed Yang Mianmian and the others so much, so Ji Tianduan climbed over the wall and went to the inner courtyard, the child was unlucky that day, he saw his mother just after walking a few steps.

The inner courtyard of the Yunqing Gate is the place where the teachers and sisters usually rest and wash up. Ji Shuyue had just finished inspecting it when she saw Ji Tianduan looking around the gate like a group of children.

Ji Shuyue's anger didn't hit one place, and Ji Tian's brain seeds buzzed with a slap, and the child's tears immediately fell down, and along with the tears, there was blood from the nose.

He lowered his head, looked at the ground, and heard his mother's icy footsteps walking farther and farther away, and finally couldn't help it anymore, tears fell down.

"I said before, if you meet fellow teachers and sisters, you need to lower your head immediately and never raise your eyes to look directly at them! Fortunately, you touched the inner courtyard directly! What are you, the seed of a thief!?"

Ji Shuyue raised her hand again.

"Master!!"

"Sect Master, don't be angry!"

"Sect Master, I was the one who didn't supervise properly, and that's why I let the little brother come out..."

Ji Shuyue looked at the group of girls under her skirt who were blocking her and begging her face, and she gritted her silver teeth and said, "Ji Tianduan! Go and kneel at the entrance of Cunshan Hall! Don't look at anyone, and don't let her do anything!" Look up!! I'll see if I can change your bad nature!"

"Remember! When kneeling! Don't raise your head!"

Six-year-old Ji Tianduan staggered to the front of the Cunshan Hall with his head down, tears streaming down his nose along with blood from his nose.He didn't dare to cry yet, because if he did, Ji Shuyue would have to punish him harder.

It was at noon when the sun was at its worst, and Ji Tianduan knelt obediently at the door of Cunshan Hall. He didn't dare to raise his head, he only dared to look at the ground, but at this moment, a bird appeared on the ground...

To be precise, it was the hand shadow of a bird.

Yang Mianmian, who was kneeling next to him, hooked up his two thumbs and opened his hands with four fingers remaining, likening them to wings.The noon sun shines down, rubbing the shadow of the graceful flower hand on the bluestone slab, and a free bird is flying silently.

Ji Tianduan was stunned, he lowered his head, and more lovely shadows appeared on the bluestone board.

They are birds, butterflies, cats, and grass insects that are compared by hands.

But those small animals that were compared to the shadows of their hands slowly gathered around him.

Looking at those hand shadows, Ji Tianduan can tell whose hand it is. The butterfly is Nian Nian's hand, the little bird is Mian Mian's hand, and the unattractive cat is Ji Yuanyuan's hand...

Ji Shuyue forbids the teachers and sisters to talk to Ji Tianduan, so there will be no girls to talk to.Ji Shuyue forbids Ji Tianduan to raise his head, so Ji Tianduan will not raise his head that day.

But they are so close.

Among them, no one has any relatives or blood, but these girls and him are closer than any kind of family relationship in the world.

Ji Tianduan looked down at those shadows, all the sadness in his heart was resolved, and there was only boundless warmth in his chest.

Ji Tianduan lowered his head, looking at his hands, the seasons are in sequence, the stars are changing.Those hands are like the wintersweet tree outside the door, stretching out and becoming slender and powerful.

The people who loved him and the people he loves have always been there and never changed. "You're right, they were never my senior sisters and junior sisters." Ji Tianduan looked at Yao Jingliu and whispered softly.

With the wind blowing, the petals of wintersweet fell on the fair skin of the young man.

"They are my sister and sister."

"I don't allow you to go! Ji Tianduan! I don't allow you to do such a stupid thing!" Yao Jingliu rushed up, hugged him, and said hoarsely: "I don't care who you are! If you dare to go alone If you die, you will step over my dead body..."

But before Yao Jingliu finished speaking, his calf went limp, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop!His pupils dilated suddenly, and he looked at Ji Tianduan in disbelief.

"Ji Tianduan, you... plot against me? In the wine..."

Yao Jingliu looked at him tremblingly.

"I still have the last bit of nightshade." Ji Tianduan said softly, neither sorrow nor joy in his voice: "This spice is more effective than smoking and moxibustion when taken orally."

"To save Guangling, the only way to stop killing is to kill! To stop war with war! To stop death with death."

Ji Tianduan's voice was calm and unwavering, as if he had already made all the plans when Yang Mianmian died.

He was originally a weak and vulnerable person, as gentle as a fallen flower in autumn water.But if a devil wants to take his treasure, he will turn into the sharpest arrow cluster.

Humans stop killing people, Buddhas stop killing Buddhas.

Life and death have long been insignificant to him.

His life has long been turned into a sharp knife in his hands. In order to protect his treasures, he can bet everything and burn everything to protect his most precious treasures.

"Senior Sister Yuanyuan is right. If killing Wushu Shaluo is destined to be sacrificed, then it would be good to sacrifice me alone."

"Jingliu, I am willing to be that dead soldier."

Ji Tianduan hugged Yao Jingliu and said in a deep voice.

"I am the only man in Yunqing's family! How can a woman be injured and bleed if the man is not dead!?"

"Sisters in my sect, let alone death..."

"Even if it hurts half a point, I will never tolerate it!"

Yao Jingliu was speechless, he couldn't see Ji Tianduan's expression, but the voice was firm and decisive, like the sound of a chime.Yao Jing burst into tears in an instant, and big ones fell down.

"During this battle, I will never allow my teachers, friends, relatives, and lovers to be murdered and slaughtered by anyone."

At the last moment when Yao Jingliu lost consciousness, he vaguely heard this sentence.

"And you too, my dear friend."

Yao Jingliu smiled sarcastically after hearing the phrase "best friend", the light in his eyes faded, and he closed them silently.

Ji Tianduan held Yao Jingliu in his arms, looked at the sunlight gushing out from the east sky,

Waiting for him in front of him is his own Yunqing Gate.

That was Ji Tianduan's battlefield alone.