red and white

Anping slept in the Town God's Temple that night, tossing and turning.

There are too many facts that have happened recently, and there are so many clues, he is actually a little afraid of sleepiness, and the golden horse and iron horse fall into a dream, and there is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.During the day, he wanted to ask Mu Gesheng what happened afterwards, but the words were swallowed again, and regardless of whether the other party remembered it or not, some memories were sores that had healed on the surface and festered on the inside.

Red lanterns are hung inside and outside the Town God's Temple, some of which are electrified, and some of which are lit with candles.There was one hanging outside the wing room where Anping lived, shaking slightly in the wind, Anping stared at the lantern, the wick burst into small lights.

It took another night to lose weight, and the wind and rain were sluggish.

Suddenly someone picked up the scissors and cut off a section of candle, which made the light a little brighter.

Anping blinked, and found that the lantern suddenly became exquisite and gorgeous, the hexagonal lacquer frame was inlaid with gauze, and the dark fragrance was floating.

The furnishings in the room have also changed, red candles shining brightly, embroidered quilts with mandarin ducks, brocade curtains, and a pair of wine cups on a small mahogany table, which is cloisonne with gold filigree.

When Anping saw the word "囍" on the window, he suddenly realized that this was the wedding room he had seen in his dream!

Not far away is the vase that he knocked over when he came last time, and there are broken celadon all over the floor.Anping suddenly realized something, turned his head and saw that besides the bride, there was another person in the room.

The man turned his back to him, covered the candles with a lampshade, was dressed in a bright red wedding dress, and his figure was tall and straight, like a jade tree facing the wind.

The other party leaned over and held the bride's hand, talking in a low voice through the hijab tassels.

"...I see a gentleman."

The voice is very soft, as if expecting to break at the touch of a touch, and also like long-lasting affection.

"Don't give up on me."

Anping couldn't help holding his breath, the two of them faced each other in the room, the carved lampshade filtered out colorful light and shadows, and the walls were covered with golden ginkgo trees.

At that moment, the lights were silent and the moon was full.

The door was suddenly blown open by the wind, there was a loud noise, and Anping suddenly opened his eyes.

He just fell asleep on the bed.

Anping was in a trance for a while, the scene in the dream was somewhat similar to when he broke into the wedding room for the first time, but it was completely different.

But when he thought about it carefully, there seemed to be something weird about it.

The lantern outside the window was extinguished at some point, the door was wide open, the cold wind poured in, it was icy cold, Anping was shocked, got up and was about to close the door, but saw that the whole Town God’s Temple was plunged into darkness, the ancient buildings were hidden in the night, faintly You can see the red beams.

The situation was so unspeakably terrifying, Anping shuddered, and was about to close the door in a hurry, but heard a crash not far away, and something fell down.He wanted to close his eyes and let it go, but it couldn't be said that curiosity was the cause or a faint premonition, so he boldly walked forward and found that it was an open room.

Anping took out his mobile phone, turned on the lighting function, took a picture around, and found that the place is not big, with white walls and blue bricks, and no furnishings, even simple.There is only a table in front of one wall, and there are incense burners and fruits, and a tablet is enshrined.

It seems that the door was blown open by the wind, and the tablet fell to the ground. The sound just now should have come from here.Anping heaved a sigh of relief. It is not uncommon for the Temple of the City God to have offerings, so there is nothing to make a fuss about. He stepped forward, put the tablet back to its original position, and looked at the words on the tablet by the light.

In the next moment, a chill came over him, and Anping was completely stunned, stunned in shock.

There was a sudden thunder in the sky, white light flashed, and then heavy rain poured down, the wind howled outside the door, and the shadows of the trees shook.

Thunder and rain are very rare in winter, but Mu Gesheng said that there was rain at night, and it really rained heavily in the middle of the night.

There was the sound of a lighter in the rain, and then a light came on. Anping suddenly regained his senses, hurriedly put the tablet in his hand back to its original place, and walked out the door.At the end of the corridor, the gate of the Town God's Temple was opened, and amidst the sound of rain, Wu Biyou was sitting on the threshold smoking a cigarette.

There was a light under the door, and through the light, Anping could clearly see what he was holding in his hand, which was a cigarette stick.

The young man smoked very slowly, yet calmly. He was rarely quiet. Through the smoke and vapor, Anping seemed to see the gentle and slender figure from back then.

The man smoked a bag of cigarettes in the same way, and then died.

"The wind is always blown away by the rain and the wind."

Wu Zixu was standing at the end of the long street. In the distance, black clouds were overwhelming the city, and the cannon fire was deafening.

"You're going to die soon, and you fucking are still composing poems here." Song Wentong was sitting on the eaves drinking, "It smells sour."

"That's not like what you would say, my second child." Wu Zixu stood leisurely in the rain with a cigarette stick in his hand. Now he is that white jade-like noble son again, not like the hysteria he had when he was fighting with Song Wentong, nor was he like that. Feeling powerless when arguing with Mu Gesheng.It was as if he had briefly turned into a teenager a few days ago, but now facing thousands of troops, he has once again regained the gentleness and grace of Wuchangzi.

Not far away is the intersection where the Yin-Yang Ladder was sealed off. With the continuous sound of gunfire outside the city, there were bursts of movement on the ground.Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across the night, and there was an earth-shattering explosion, the surface of the earth cracked, and thousands of horses neighed from deep underground.

Heavy rain.

Wu Zixu struck a match, lit the cigarette stick, stared at the black hole at the intersection, "It's started."

Song Wentong jumped down from the eaves, drew his knife out of its sheath, stood in the front, and said in a deep voice, "Do your job well."

Wu Zixu patted him on the shoulder, turned around and walked towards the end of the other end of the long street, the sound of galloping horseshoes behind him approached from far to near, Song Wentong yelled loudly, and a huge knife light rose from the ground, like the second moon on the ground , The wine jar fell to the ground and shattered, the sound of fighting and fighting became a mess, and the air was suddenly filled with a strong smell of blood.

Wu Zixu didn't look back, he walked steadily to the opposite side of the long street, and took out the first smoke of the rainy night.

At the same time, there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood above and below the city wall.

Mu Gesheng shouted hoarsely, "Steady! Lift the wounded down! If the dead are dead, move the corpse away! The forward suppresses firepower! They must not be allowed to rush to the tower!" His throat was almost half crippled, and he raised his head and drank With two sips of rainwater, he raised his hand and smashed the head of an enemy soldier who had climbed up the tower. His face was splashed with blood. Before he could wipe it off, he bit off the grenade and threw it down.

The enemy army came suddenly, and the defense of the city had been fought all day and night. There were only less than one thousand of the 3000 people left. There was a huge disparity in force and ammunition shortage.But he had to hold on, the yin-yang ladder was only opened tonight, and he had to wait until dawn at least before he could give the second child a chance.

If it is only about victory or defeat, the riots of the Yin soldiers are actually a good help, leading the enemy into the city, it is better to be broken than to be destroyed, and they will die together in a vigorous way.But at the same time, he is also very clear that neither the defenders nor the tens of thousands of enemy soldiers under the city are the opponents of the Yin soldiers.

Once the enemy army is allowed to enter the city, the final result will be that the entire army will be wiped out, and the greater grievance will be absorbed by the Yin soldiers. At this time, there will be no one who can stop them-the Yin soldiers will come out of the city, and then wait for the four kingdoms Yes, it will be a real disaster.

Perhaps this is the ending that the seven families of the philosophers were waiting for. With the power of Yin soldiers to wipe out the chaotic mountains and rivers, to fight poison with poison, to completely overthrow the world, and finally when both sides were hurt, the seven families took action to reorganize the world.

It is indeed a scheming plan. For Qijia, this is indeed the best solution. Perhaps for those in power, this is the best choice.But he can't, Mu Gesheng wiped the rain on his face, and smiled self-deprecatingly, he is really not suitable for the fortune of the day, he is just an ordinary soldier who can't be more ordinary, he can't sit back and watch a city fall. There is no dangerous gate to defend in the hinterland, let alone watch the evil soldiers rise everywhere. From then on, people will be wiped out, thousands of miles of bones will be exposed in the wild, and the banks of the Wangchuan River will be full of innocent souls.

He attaches great importance to the gains and losses of his family, country, city, and place, and cares about the lives of his compatriots, the old and the young. He doesn't have the guts to be supercilious, let alone look down on the world with all six senses.

There was a hail of bullets on the city wall, and the defenders almost blocked the city gate with corpses, "Report!" A soldier rushed over, out of breath, and shouted at Mu Gesheng: "The chief of staff asked me to bring you a message." ! The south of the city can no longer be defended!"

Mu Gesheng yelled: "Pull out the last batch of gunpowder! Let him tighten his pants and keep his crotch tight!"

The ancient city originally had four gates, but Commander Mu had the foresight to seal one last year, leaving three gates. A few days ago, Mu Gesheng forced Song Wentong to rush to work and blocked one, leaving two, one One in the east of the city is in the south of the city. Before the battle, Mu Gesheng gave a death order. His head can be lost, but no door can be lost.

Before he finished speaking, a stray bullet flew towards Mu Gesheng's head, he couldn't dodge in time, but a person suddenly rushed by his side and pressed him tightly.When Mu Gesheng pushed the person away, he felt blood on his hands, sand and stones flew from his head, everyone was ashamed, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly recognized the person in front of him, "Xiao Fengzi?! Who the hell let you join the army? ? You are only fourteen this year?!"

"Mu, Master Mu." Xiao Fengzi was covered in blood, out of breath, and said, "No, no, it's time to call the officer."

"You don't care about your parents anymore?!" Mu Gesheng yelled out of control: "You rushed up to die, who will take care of your sister?"

"My family has always been favored by you. You drove away the corrupt officials who forcibly occupied my house. My father was seriously ill and the Chai family helped take care of him... You and Mr. Chai will not leave. My father said that one must be kind... ..."

"I have been with you since I was a child, and a hooligan came outside to occupy our neighborhood, so you took us to beat him out, and now that even bigger hooligans are coming to rob our city, of course I will follow you, follow me You drive them away..."

Xiaofengzi spat out a mouthful of blood, held Mugesheng's hand, and laughed intermittently: "The clothes you ordered at my shop that day, I sent them to Yeshui Zhuhua for you, but it's a pity that everyone had a good time eating, but you didn't come My reception banquet... No, it doesn't matter, when you win, we will have a celebration wine together... Wearing the gown I cut for you, it must be very stylish..."

Mu Gesheng wiped the blood from his face, "Stop talking, I'll send someone to take you to heal."

He handed Xiaofengzi over to the communications soldier who came on horseback. The medical camp is not far from the city, "I support you, boy." He clutched Xiaofengzi's wound and said sternly, "Wait until I come back." , I invite you to drink the celebration wine and eat Ye Shui Zhuhua to the depletion."

Gunpowder smoke was everywhere, and no one could take a breath for a moment. Mu Gesheng turned and left. The stairs were full of dead people. He stepped on the remnants of his comrades and climbed back to the top of the city where the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

The communications soldier took Xiaofengzi and rushed all the way to the medical camp. Chai Shuxin, covered in blood, greeted him, "Leave it to me." He carried Xiaofengzi off the horse, and the communications soldier galloped away. Entering the tent, blood poured out, and there were screams and moans everywhere.

"Brother!" The girl who was helping me saw the person in Chai Shuxin's arms, her eyes were reddened, and she helped Xiao Fengzi to settle in an open space, "Master Chai, is my brother still recovering from his injuries?"

The girl has seen too many lives and deaths in the past two days, which is equivalent to the lifetimes of ordinary people. Instead of avoiding the seriousness and asking whether the injury is serious, she chose to directly ask if it was possible to save.If you can save it, you can save it. If you can't, it is far better to be happy than to linger on your last breath. She kept dragging away one dead person after another, and she still has the strength to carry her brother out properly.

Chai Shuxin glanced at her, picked up the medicine box, and said softly, "It's okay."

The girl burst into tears immediately, and was afraid of affecting Chai Shuxin's injection, so she had to run aside to take care of the injured, sobbing secretly.

The sound of wind, rain, gunshots, whistling and piercing, huge raindrops crackled on the tent, and stray bullets exploded not far away.

The whole camp was shaking, but Chai Shuxin's needle hand was still steady. He calmly cleaned the wound, took out the shrapnel, stopped the bleeding and sutured, and finally said to the girl: "I remember that there are still some medicinal materials left, follow the old prescription before. , add tangerine peel and rhubarb, fry a bowl and serve it to him."

The girl quickly agreed, and ran out of the tent. Mu Gesheng looked at Xiao Fengzi, "Your sister is gone, you can yell out if you feel pain."

Xiaofengzi groaned|groaned and said, "It's raining outside, you asked her to put on more clothes..."

"Okay." Chai Shuxin checked his pulse, and said after a while, "How is the battle going on in the city?"

"I don't quite understand...but many people died before reaching the medical camp, and everyone is fighting desperately..."

"...Where's Mu Gesheng?"

"Mr. Mu is okay, he was injured a little bit, but he can hold on..."

"I see." Chai Shuxin said softly, "You did a good job."

"...Are you cold?"

"I'm fine." Chai Shuxin took off his coat and covered Xiaofengzi, "You have a good rest, I'm here."

During the brief conversation, his hands kept shaking, even faster than the other person's pulse.

Both sides of the long street are filled with wine jars, Yin soldiers surged in the Yin-Yang Ladder, but they could never go beyond the wine jars. .The Yin soldier who was beheaded by the red knife instantly turned into a puff of green smoke, and the ashes flew away. Song Wentong's skirt was almost dyed white, and was immediately washed away by the heavy rain.

There are more and more Yin soldiers rushing in. Although the mountain ghosts have spent money and put them in the wine jars in advance, it is impossible for a street to stop the army for too long.The street was too narrow for the Yin soldiers to disperse, so they stepped on the heads of their companions into the air, layer upon layer, and the armor was stacked together, like a huge bronze.

Someone blew a horn, and the Yin soldiers howled hoarsely.

Song Wentong looked coldly at the crying ghosts and howling wolves in front of him. He was biting a strand of wet hair, his muscles tensed up, and his bones made a harsh cracking sound. Finally, he twisted his neck, as if he had grown an inch out of thin air, and he shook it off. Sweat and hot air continued to emerge from the pores of the outer shirt, and the rain couldn't even get close to his body, and was evaporated in mid-air.

This is the Penglai secret technique "Xue Ran", which he only practiced after staying in Jiange for three full years. By running the meridians, he can adjust the bones and limbs, and push the human potential to the extreme.On the day when he practiced, there was heavy snow in the mountains. He planted a seed, and after breathing out his luck, a lotus blossomed out of the snow.

He breathed slowly, and his whole body was adjusted to its peak.Only the secret technique is not enough, the ultimate skill needs to be matched with the ultimate external force - the red-eating saber technique passed down from generation to generation by the Mohists.

A familiar voice rang in my ears: "When you have a knife in your hand, nothing can stop the Mo family."

"Sure enough, you are indispensable in such a lively scene, Mom." Song Wentong smiled at the woman in his memory, raised his head and let out a long breath, and then let out a violent shout, rushing out like an arrow leaving the string.The wine jars on the street exploded one by one, the spirits mixed with the torrential rain, and Song Wentong was lifted into the air like a frenzy.He urged the strength of his whole body to the extreme, drew his knife out of its sheath, and slashed down extremely fiercely.

It was a beautiful and violent knife, drawing a perfect circle in the air, and the light of the knife hit the copper wall, as if the sun had sunk into the river, setting off huge waves, and the mountains of Yin soldiers collapsed in an instant, wailing and turning into dust.Song Wentong was exhausted with his saber, and fell to the ground, he got up awkwardly leaning on the saber, and shouted: "Wu Nian!"

"You are impolite, call me Grandpa Tai Sui!" A red light rushed out from the yin-yang ladder, crossed layers of crowds, and turned the Yin soldiers from behind.Wu Nian walked while fighting, quickly broke through the encirclement, and threw the flower ball in his hand far away, "Go on, boy!"

The bouquet was thrown into the air, Song Wentong kicked it in the air, and flew directly to the end of the long street.

The flower ball exploded on the ground and turned into a vermilion drum. The heavy rain beat on the drum, making the noise like the sound of thousands of horseshoes.

Wu Zixu stood in front of the drum, looked up, and slowly exhaled the last puff of smoke.

He threw away the cigarette rod and jumped onto the drum.

Anping watched Wu Biyou throw away the cigarette rod, get up and walk into the rainstorm, the low drumbeat could be heard faintly, he chased out the door, and found a big drum played on the street at some time.

Wu Biyou leaped onto the drum, and the boy stood bent in the rain, turning his hands over, which is a dance starting gesture.

Mu Gesheng was standing not far away, holding a pipa across his arms, looking at the young man from Yaoyao, and slowly opening his mouth——

In an instant, the sound of rain stopped, and the world was completely silent.

Wu Nian blocked the Yin soldiers, Song Wentong rushed out of the crowd, and rushed into Guan Shanyue beside the long street—the doors and windows of the Lelou were wide open tonight, the top floor was filled with piano stands, and pipas and lutes were displayed.Song Wentong grabbed a pipa and hurriedly plucked the strings in the rainstorm.

The silver bottle burst into water, and the iron cavalry protruded and shot.

Mu Gesheng looked at Wu Biyou.

Song Wentong looked at Wu Zixu.

The pipa is noisy, the sound is like cracking silk, and there are singing voices rising from the ground——

"Don't you mean no clothes? Red makeup!

Don't you say nothing?Burn a thousand poems!

Do you say there is no song?Changge should cry!

Do you say no war?Militarism! "

The Master Drum danced in surprise, fierce and graceful, like a sword breaking through an array, soft like twisting fingers, a combination of unstoppable murderousness and thrilling beauty, as heavy as a mountain, and as light as a white crane spreading its wings.As the dancer leaps up like drawing a sword, the surrounding air seems to condense into substance, and there is everything in the sky and the earth.

This is by no means an ordinary dance, but the unique skill of the Onmyo family - General Nuo Dance.

The Yin-Yang family can control gods and ghosts, and the aunt's smoke stick can even make the king of Hades obey orders. However, facing the tens of thousands of Yin soldiers who are helpless against the kings of Hades, the only one who can confront them is the long-lost ancient sword of the Yin-Yang family. Wu——"General Nuo Dance has been lost for hundreds of years." Wu Zixu was at Chengxiguan that day, looking at Wu Nian in disbelief, "The last time General Nuo Dance appeared in the world, it was King Lanling who played the music of breaking the formation in the army, my lord. You still have this secret knowledge?"

"Our family has lived in Fengdu for nearly a thousand years, and we have more than just age." Wu Nian threw a bouquet, "Have you ever seen a ghost collection and a hundred operas? The Twelve Cases dance that our family danced is actually a part of the general Nuo dance." .”

Nuo dance is also known as the dance of sacrificing to the gods. The ancients wore Nuo masks, implying to invite the upper body of the gods and dance in accordance with the consciousness of the gods, so as to show the will of the gods to the world.Later, a Yinyang family was born, who practiced the art of inviting gods to control ghosts, and then integrated Nuo dance into the Yinyang family's learning, which has been passed down for hundreds of generations.Among them, the most beautiful and fierce one is the general Nuo dance.

The battlefield is a place where thousands of ghosts gather, no less than Chengxiguan. Back then, the ancestors of the Yinyang family invented the general Nuo dance, which was to use the power of the army god to dissolve the grievances on the battlefield. Once the dance was performed, all ghosts surrendered.But the military god has killed countless people. Once he dances to invite the gods, he will inevitably be overwhelmed. In the past, Wuchangzi killed several people because of dancing the general Nuo dance. In the end, this unique skill was gradually lost, and it has not appeared for hundreds of years.

"To learn this dance, you must have the will to die." Wu Nie said to Wu Zixu: "The spirit of killing, the intention of vertical and horizontal, the heart of contempt, and the will to die. Only in this way can you dance out of this world-defying dance .”

"Of course, our family won't watch the children and grandchildren die." Wu Nian suddenly smiled, "During the Warring States Period, a musician had seen this dance, and when he was thrilled, he composed the next song, called "No Clothes", to accompany the dancer. It can reduce the evil spirit in the dance."

"But this piece of music was lost earlier than the dance, and our family has never heard the full version. We just recomposed it based on some fragments left over a thousand years ago. Later, I sang it when I was drinking with someone, and my drinking buddy helped me. Filled in the words."

"This piece of music is still passed down by the Mo family. When the Yin soldiers riot, the outcome will be between the two of you."

Song Wentong plays the piano with his ten fingers, as if thousands of troops are charging into battle, and the five strings are like golden weapons.

There was a murderous look under his fingers, and the sound of the zither cut through the rain curtain like a knife, but it couldn't last long, and the strings of the zither broke soon.But Guan Shanyue's roof was already full of musical instruments, and the piano racks were lined up layer by layer. He replaced a new one as soon as he used it up. He was not very good at rhythm, and some musical instruments had never even been touched. , but the melody gushes out from the beginning - what Aunt Zhao said is correct, this song is a kind of inheritance, and it has long been integrated into the flesh and blood.

This is a song that stops killing by killing - anyone who has a battlefield in his heart can remember its melody!

Anping stood in the rain, watching Mu Gesheng singing loudly——

"How many times do you look at the sword while drunk? There are countless romances!

How long is the golden horse and the iron horse?Qingshan buried bones! "

The sound of the qin resounded, Song Wentong threw away the last qin, drew his sword, struck the pillar and sang.

"Fame and fortune are dust, success or failure is a book.

In Yuqiao's words, the old rivers and lakes were once prosperous and withered! "

"Prosperity, the people suffer; death, the people suffer;

Ups and downs, who is in charge of the world?

For thousands of years, how can a child be blamed? "

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The wind is blowing, the rain is blowing, and the lanterns are all over again. - Nalan Xingde