[Comprehensive martial arts] Sympathy for the same disease

The author has something to say: Regarding the last chapter, there are two main reasons why everyone blames Zhaoshui

One is that Zhaoshui already has the absolute upper hand. Under normal circumstances, people subconsciously think that she has not been wronged.

The other is that Zhaoshui's approach is very extreme in their eyes. For example, Tie Shou, a man in the government, advocates following the formal process. For example, Su Mengzhen, he thinks killing people is enough, there is no need to torture people.

In fact, I think it is quite reasonable. Parents suddenly found out that their children beat relatives and adults into comminuted fractures. It should be this kind of reaction [touch chin]

The waist of the corridor is unadorned, the eaves and teeth are pecked high, the clouds and mists are wandering, and the music is singing.

The silver chain is very beautiful, the bound blue cat is also very beautiful, and the blood flowing on the jade platform is even more beautiful.

People in the distance are talking, and it is completely distorted when they fall into the ears.The people nearby were crying, and the grief and anger lasted for a long time.

Tongues of fire licked his arms, and the bone sword was broken into pieces and fell into the raging sea.She groaned and argued, raised her arms and shouted, the edges and corners worn away by the Taishang Wangqing can still hurt people.

No one will pay attention to her words, and no one will stand up again.Snickers are waiting for her to die, whispers are mocking her stupidity.

The blue cat that had lost its feathers finally closed its eyes, and the girl from Yuandao finally staggered to the ground.

So she crawled alone in the darkness, facing the flickering light, slowly raised the seal.

These memories of the old years brought pain similar to the present but more intense, and wiped out the last bit of her sanity.

It's so cold, Chen Zhaoshui thought, this place is so cold.

How similar, Chen Zhaoshui thought, how similar the present is to the past.

Then, Chen Zhaoshui cried silently.

No one expected that this girl who was still calm in a cage suddenly burst into tears.

Those long-lost bitterness lost the shackles of Taishang Wangqing, rushed out from the bottom of my heart, and then rolled down from those dim eyes.Fine raindrops rose outside the house, and were blown into the ruins by the wind, washing away the solidified blood on the ground, turning it into the red color of crabapple.

Chen Zhaoshui's tearful appearance was different from the common gestures of girls.The way she cried was also calm, her eyes were not red, she didn't wipe away her tears, she just sat on the ground, speaking of her grievances in a slow manner, as if she was reasoning on weekdays.

She said: "I was also raised like a pearl like a jade."

She said: "When my senior brother was here, no one dared to look at me."

She said, "Now that someone wants to kill me, can't I even resist?"

Wang Xiaoshi suddenly didn't know what to say, the hand holding the divine sword slowly fell back to his side, he knelt down, struggled for a long time before saying: "Don't cry."

Chen Zhaoshui turned his head and looked at Wang Xiaoshi with those eyes that could not see the light. His voice almost floated in the air: "Yuan Yin is stuck in my bones, it hurts so much. The spine is broken into nineteen pieces, it hurts so much. See you in all directions How painful it is to not be able to see the light. How painful it is for a wandering soul to lose his way and not return home. I am in such pain, why can’t I cry?”

Wang Xiaoshi's expression became even more uneasy, and he could only say: "Cry if you want to."

At this time, Chen Zhaoshui suddenly laughed: "What's the use of crying?" She staggered up, stretched her arms, and faced the setting sun and the drizzle, she said loudly again: "I hope the mountains No collapse, no rivers and seas dry up, my people will be happy."

Su Mengzhen sighed, and took a step forward to pull her, but Chen Zhaoshui broke free with a flip of his wrist, fell to the ground, curled up on his side, and started whimpering again.

She said: "The cool land is long gone, and this sentence is useless."

She cried so sadly that she almost wanted to shed all her tears, and then shed all her cold blood.At the end of the crying, I could no longer speak complete sentences. At first, I could call Lu Changyi, Liang Chucheng, and Yuan Songsheng in turn. Later, when my mind became a little blurred, I could only repeat "Big Sister" over and over again.

Wang Xiaoshi wanted to go over to investigate, but Chen Zhaoshui grabbed his backhand and nearly tore off his arm.Yang Wuxie wanted to go over to persuade him, but Chen Zhaoshui's sleeve made him retreat three steps in a row.Only when Su Mengzhen gets close can he avoid any harm, but if he raises his hand to touch Chen Zhaoshui, he will often be dodged.

Su Mengzhen had never coaxed the little girl before, so she could only persuade her at this time: "Don't cry, do everything according to your heart."

Chen Zhaoshui was crying in a daze, mistook Su Mengzhen for Chen Fufeng, grabbed his sleeve, and said intermittently: "Big sister, they don't treat me well, I want to go home."

Su Mengzhen froze, but she still didn't pull back her sleeves.He reached out and patted the top of Chen Zhaoshui's head. Chen Zhaoshui didn't hide this time, and she continued to cry: "Big sister, it's so dark here."

"Big sister, I'm afraid."

"Big sister, why didn't you come pick me up?"

She cried until her throat hurt.

But no one could persuade her or comfort her, so he could only wait in silence until she was tired from crying and fell into a drowsy sleep before stepping forward to carry her back to the Golden Wind and Rain Tower.

Chen Zhaoshui's crying at the broken door was certainly frightening, but when he woke up the next day, it was even more frightening.

As soon as the morning sun fell, Chen Zhaoshui slowly opened his eyes, then slowly sat up with the quilt in his arms, looked around slowly with a dazed expression, even spoke very slowly, like It was like losing his soul: "Who am I? Why am I here? Why are you looking at me?"

The adoptive mother who had been guarding Chen Zhaoshui all night finally realized that something was wrong, and stumbled out the door to report to Yang Wuxie.When Yang Wuxie first heard about Chen Zhaoshui's strangeness, she immediately threw away the book in her hand, and while having someone tell Su Mengzhen, she hurried to Chen Zhaoshui's residence.

As soon as Yang Wuxie pushed open the door, she was shocked again: the room was completely dark, the sun was lingering outside the window lattice, only a plain bronze lamp was burning like a bean, illuminating half of Chen Zhaoshui's face.

Chen Zhaoshui's eyes are extremely clear, just like dew flowing in the morning, and like the first introduction of new tung trees, the overflowing spiritual energy makes people know the literary talent at a glance.She clearly heard the movement at the door, but she ignored it and just looked at the lamp quietly.

Yang Wuxie fumbled and sat down opposite her, and called in a low voice: "Miss Chen?" Then a pair of cold hands touched his face.The beautiful fingers slowly traced his eyebrows and eyes, lingeringly like a lover who is about to leave, obviously did not hurt him, but Yang Wuxie felt panicked in his heart, so he couldn't help calling "Miss Chen" again.

Chen Zhaoshui withdrew her hand, and finally opened her mouth: "Who are you calling?" Not only did she speak slowly, she even lacked strength in enunciating words, which was much worse than when the moon and stars were thinning in her body.

Yang Wuxie's sleeves were already wrinkled, and her fingertips became more and more forceful, but her voice subconsciously lowered: "I'm calling you, Ms. Chen Zhaoshui from Yuandao."

Chen Zhaoshui suddenly laughed: "I am Yuan Yin, I am the jewel in the island owner's box, I am Nian Qingzhang's heir, I am Xiao Yu Liuguang, but I am not Chen Zhaoshui." She suddenly stopped and took a few breaths, It seems that this long sentence has exhausted all the strength: "Where do you think this is?"

Yang Wuxie tentatively said, "Golden Wind and Drizzle Tower?"

Chen Zhaoshui said: "Yes, Golden Wind and Rain Tower. Your home."

Yang Wuxie called "Miss Chen" again.Chen Zhaoshui patted his hand reassuringly, but Yang Wuxie only felt cold.

"It's tiring, it's tiring to pretend to be like you." Chen Zhaoshui sighed slowly, "Now I've figured it out, I don't want to do this anymore."

The light of the bronze lamp flickered, making Chen Zhaoshui's face paler.

Chen Zhaoshui was silent for a long time, then slowly raised his head, and greeted Su Mengzhen who was standing at the door: "I suffer from Yuan Yin's body, and I can only open my eyes by relying on this lamp. See what you look like."

Su Mengzhen nodded silently and sat down.

Chen Zhaoshui continued: "It took me a long time but I couldn't figure out your morality. I couldn't tell what should be done and what could be changed. So I often worry about what others think and don't make enemies with others first. But I think For those who do not abide by the public order and good customs, no one will say that they are bad, and there will be no yamen servants who will go to war because they violate the law, and suddenly feel that this is still a place where martial arts are judged. "

This is indeed the most criticized thing in Song Dynasty. The wicked go unpunished, while the good people bleed and shed tears.

Su Mengzhen said: "Don't collude with those people."

Chen Zhaoshui's voice became tired: "But the definition of collusion is also your morality. Right and wrong are just a mouthful. I caught Bai Choufei, and everyone I saw pleaded for him. Who else among you is willing to speak for me? It’s nothing more than that you think I’m kind and deceitful. Why did I have such a face and such a temperament?” Chen Zhaoshui once used gardenia as a metaphor, saying that flowers only bloom by themselves , there is no need to wrong herself for the evaluation of others, but now she has lost that breath first, and can no longer raise her sleeves and shout that others are more lenient.

Yang Wuxie bitterly said, "That's not the case."

"That's just because they know that I have a powerful senior brother, a powerful master, or a group of powerful elders." She suddenly laughed, "Why did I suddenly tell you so much? Really sick."

The way Chen Zhaoshui laughed was more uncomfortable than when he was crying.

Su Mengzhen looked at her through the weak light, and suddenly said: "I can write a letter and send it to Yuandao."

Chen Zhaoshui first said "it's useless", but felt that it was inappropriate, so he changed his words and said, "No, I, I'll just stay alone for a while."

After Su Mengzhen and Yang Wuxie left, Chen Zhaoshui didn't turn off the lights, curled up on the soft couch with his knees hugged, watching the lights in silence.

The lights are dim, as if life is in danger.The surroundings are dim, as if the way forward is unknown.

In a daze, Chen Zhaoshui sang a song that Gu Feibai had sung in a low voice:

It used to be a young man drinking alone under flowers.

Hugh mentioned it again, with high spirits and swords and horses.

If you sing again, there is nothing wrong with cutting the east wind with a knife.

While there is no one, the bright moon is bright and the green shirt is wet.