[Yi Tian] Who has no regrets

The boundless desert undulates and stretches into the distance.Under the cold moonlight, the sand dunes were a vast expanse of whiteness, not like sand but like snow.This place was originally a deserted wilderness, but recently groups of people from the rivers and lakes came here one after another.The yellow sand is soft, leaving clear traces whenever someone passes by.But the most soft things in the world are changeable, the wind blows and the sand blows, and the traces that were originally clear disappear without a trace in less than a day.Even the blood-stained corpses were nowhere to be found.

Looking around, the surroundings were peaceful as if nothing had happened, like eternity.However, people still smell the tension in the air, everything is ready to go, like the calm before the storm.

Under a sand dune illuminated by the moon, two figures were carefully searching for traces of the previous battle.

These two people are Zhang Wuji and Yang Buhui.They built a fire nearby to have a rest at night, but Yin Li stepped on a soft object, which startled her.When I dug it open, it turned out to be a Mingjiao disciple.Yang Buhui's complexion changed immediately, he swept away the corpse in a half zhang radius with his palm, and sure enough, there was another decently dressed corpse from a famous Central Plains family.But it is not obvious which faction it is.Presumably it is a disciple of the Huashan, Kongtong or Kunlun schools.

Yang Buhui and Zhang Wuji were concerned about the situation of both sides, and wanted to search around here.Yang Fei and Yin Li didn't care about the Ming Cult and the six major sects, and had no interest in finding the corpse, so they went to find another place to start a fire.

Yang Buhui knelt down to identify the Mingjiao disciple, and stopped Zhang Wuji who was about to strike: "Brother Wuji, don't worry. Many Mingjiao disciples carry poison with them. Don't touch the corpse with your hands." The cuffs were pressed down, and the word "water" was embroidered in black on the white robe.

Yang Buhui stood up, put his sword back into its sheath, and sighed to Zhang Wuji: "It's a disciple of Hongshui Banner. It seems that the Five Elements Banner has arrived. Brother Wuji, Hongshui Banner is good at using poisonous water, so don't touch the sand nearby. "

Hearing this, Zhang Wuji looked at the body of the disciple of the Six Sects next to him, and saw that his face was blue and purple, he had died of poisoning as expected.His heart was terrified, and he felt sad for a while when he thought of how many lives were buried under the yellow sand.

The two of them swept away the nearby yellow sand with the wind of their palms.Yang Buhui's internal energy was weak, and it was a bit difficult to hold on for a quarter of an hour.Zhang Wuji looked at him with concern, supported Yang Buhui by the shoulder and asked, "Are you a little tired? You sit down and rest for a while, and leave it to me." Yang Buhui knew that Zhang Wuji had deep internal energy, so he didn't want to be polite to him, so he left. Go to the heights of the sand dunes, overlooking and watching.

As Zhang Wuji pushed away the yellow sand on the surface little by little, a big battlefield gradually appeared in front of Yang Buhui.One after another corpses emerged from the yellow sand, Yang Buhui shouted to Zhang Wuji: "Enough! Brother Wuji, don't look any further."

Zhang Wuji wiped off his sweat, jumped onto the sand dune, and stood with Yang Buhui.Looking down, nearly a hundred corpses were quietly lying on the open space ten feet square.The traces of water and fire around the body can be seen faintly.The blood soaked the yellow sand, and after a day, large sand grains were dyed brown.Some of those corpses were twisted and hideous after being poisoned, some were burnt to death and turned into charred bodies, some had broken limbs and could not be seen as human beings, and some had guts pierced and stomachs were slit and blood was everywhere.Counting carefully, there are not many intact corpses.Yang Buhui glanced at a dead man with a shattered head, and it took him a while to realize what the red, white and white things mixed with yellow sand were all about.

Yang Buhui's feet softened and was hugged by Zhang Wuji.At this moment, she suddenly felt how lucky the Mingjiao disciple who was first discovered was.He died with a sword pierced through his chest, and he didn't seem to have suffered any pain.The clear light of the cold moon shone on these corpses, coating them with a layer of silver light. Against the background of the holy and solemn sand dunes, Yang Buhui inexplicably felt a chill rushing from behind.

Zhang Wuji was at the bottom just now, and he had seen the plight of every corpse up close, and his feelings were not shallower than Yang Buhui's.Thinking that these are just the tip of the iceberg of this catastrophe, that heavy feeling has been weighing on his heart.He couldn't bear it in his heart, wishing he could turn around and leave with his sister Bugui now.

They hugged each other and stood for a long time looking at this human Shura field.The moonlight stretched their shadows longer and longer until they disappeared from the clearing.The Asura field was pitch black, and it was already impossible to see clearly.

Zhang Wuji said hoarsely: "These people have parents, wives and children, relatives and friends. After this war, how many people will never return home? When my parents were forced to death, I often thought that as long as they could survive That's fine. What's the use of revenge if you don't take revenge? I didn't expect that there are so many people in this world who refuse to cherish this luck, and they insist on killing you to the death."

Yang Buhui murmured: "Why do these Jianghu people always want to kill people? If it is possible, I really don't want to see a person die." She seemed to be talking to Zhang Wuji, but also seemed to be talking to herself.Yang Buhui is the thinking of a superior, always feeling that everything should be run within the track and within the system.Since she came to Mingjiao, she wholeheartedly wanted to change the atmosphere of Mingjiao and turn it into a well-organized form of government.She doesn't understand the Jianghu people, and she can't understand the grievances and hatreds of the Jianghu people.The practice of the six factions, which almost hurt both sides, made her anxious and confused.

Yang Buhui closed his eyes: "Looking at the tragic battle situation, the Six Factions and Mingjiao's Liang Zijie has become stronger. I originally ordered my subordinates to retreat to the Guangming Peak when encountering the Six Factions, and not to be entangled in the war. But the Five Elements Banner and the Five Sanren are not They will do this. They are all arrogant and arrogant people, and they will never show mercy." She continued: "It is obvious that the Mongols are the sworn enemies of the Han people in the world, why don't they think about killing more Mongols first? People, insist on coming to embarrass Mingjiao. Even if Mingjiao has many people who are notorious, the rebels who rebelled against Yuan should know about it. Even if it is for the sake of rebels, can't they let it go for a while?" Yang Buhui After several years of painstaking preparations, the purpose is to wait for the opportunity to revolt across the country at the same time, so that the Yuan army will be caught off guard and unable to separate.Unexpectedly, it was the Central Plains Wulin who caught her by surprise first.

She couldn't help but feel a little desperate, but her character has always been calmer as she approached a crisis.At this moment, he was lying on Zhang Wuji's chest, but he didn't feel any tears at all, he just silently felt the last bit of peace and tranquility.

Zhang Wuji asked himself and answered: "What will happen if we can't solve it? Ah, it will naturally be a bloody battle to the end. No matter who wins in the end, the rest will definitely not be the opponents of the Mongols. It is difficult for Mingjiao to even protect itself, let alone keep a hand." Against the Mongols."

Zhang Wuji looked at the boundless desert, thinking that the Mongolian masters were crouching in the dark, ready to move, waiting for the Han people to kill each other in the martial arts, and his hands and feet felt cold.He thought to himself: "Even if they are aware of the Mongols' conspiracy, Mingjiao is still doomed. Why can't the famous sects in the Central Plains sit down and share with Mingjiao the method of defending against the enemy?" It is impossible for Pai to believe that the Mingjiao is a fact, but he still has this slight illusion after all.If there is no hope for this last bit, then the disaster of overthrowing the Central Plains Wulin will be in an instant.

Yang Buhui raised his head, caressed Zhang Wuji's face, smiled softly and said, "Brother Wuji, I wanted to invite you to Guangmingding as a guest. Now it seems that Mingjiao is hopeless. Go find Wudang faction All my masters and uncles. The Wudang faction knows the inside story and will not fight to the death with my Mingjiao. Maybe only Wudang can be preserved in the end. You are very skilled in martial arts, and you will be fine with them. Now it is the critical moment of life and death, we If you can protect one person, save one more person."

Zhang Wuji stretched out his hand to cover Yang Buhui's, looking at her watery eyes, felt a pain in his heart.He felt as if there was a big stone in his chest that kept pressing him, making him unable to breathe.I opened my mouth a few times, as if I wanted to say a thousand words, but I didn't need to say anything.In the end, he just held Yang Buhui in his arms and whispered in her ear: "If you live, I will live; if you die, I will die too."