[Yang Chan] Fei Tian

The world, Yangzhou.

In a battle, one side was completely defeated, blood flowed all over the city, and corpses were piled up in the alleys.

The Tatar soldiers walked through the city, saw the Han people, and could not help but cut off their swords, shouting: "The barbarians offer treasure!"

No one offered their belongings in exchange for their own lives. In the pouring rain, the people in the city, with red eyes, were burning with hatred, wanting to burn up these executioners who ruined their country and their families.

On the flagpole of the city wall, the head of the magistrate of Yangzhou was hung high. Under the city wall, there was an order to pass down: "If you don't surrender, you will be killed! Those who surrender will be pardoned!"

It's the same sentence that comes and goes.

On the adjacent street, the civilians who had left their homes before were divided into several piles and strung together like grasshoppers. The officers and soldiers stabbed them with spears and killed them one by one.

Someone reported to the general: "Report to the general! There should be no crime!"

The general's nose twitched, the smell of blood seemed not strong enough.

"Search again, not one left." He ordered.

So the officers and soldiers rushed into the homes of the common people and stabbed all kinds of hiding places with spears, sometimes in vain, and sometimes the spearheads were dyed red.In the straw and sundries, blood gushed out in a short while, and the person hiding inside stopped moving.

Abandoned babies everywhere, not knowing where their parents are.The Tatar soldiers rode over on horseback, and there was another piece of flesh and blood.

In a Yangzhou city, corpses filled ditches and ponds were filled with blood, where did Yingge Yanyu come from, only the stench was unbearable.

In this troubled world, there is no distinction between humans and ghosts.

A soldier was about to open a door, but the door opened by itself.

A scholar-like man with gray temples and a well-groomed appearance seemed to be waiting for them.Face to face with the Tatar soldiers, he was calm and unhurried, and only uttered two words: "I will not surrender."

So the Tatar soldiers raised their swords and fell.A piece of paper in the scholar's hand fell to the ground lightly and was trampled into the mud.The pouring rain faded away the ink color, but could not erase the deep black handwriting.

Among the soldiers, there was the Han soldier who had surrendered to the Manchus. He put his head around to see what was written on the paper.

The [-]-mile long river is completely covered in ice and snow.

The sky and the earth are boundless, and the north wind has a strong killing intent.

The white plum blossoms fall down the ancient road, and their colors hide their traces.

The old branches should still be there, so why not talk about withering glory!

So, the Han soldier seemed to have realized something, but it was only for a moment, when Man Bing yelled, he was eager to serve him again.

"Look... what's that?"

Only then did a whole city of Manchurians look at a big mouth in the air in amazement.

"The sky... cracked?"

……

She was falling, the endless void finally cracked a gap, she was passing through that gap, and plummeted to the ground!

Oh, she was dying.She could die.Because the heart carrying the dragon fire was inside her, at this last moment, she suddenly understood the meaning of death.

Death is nothingness.Maybe her obsession will also flow into Yaochi along the Minghe River, and like those people, it will be integrated into the Dao, and the Dao will be unified.

At that time, her obsessions and Yang Jian's obsessions will be mixed together, and they will no longer be separated from each other.

Is that a good thing?she thinks.

Trying to raise her head, her eyes reflected Yang Jian's face in the gap in the sky. She was so far away, but she could still see it so clearly. He looked at her coldly, without any trace of the old warmth.That is her elder brother, who is also her master, a family member who is willing to do everything for her. She was rescued by him, so his life should be taken back by him!

yes!She has always thought so!But, why, this time she felt regretful!

The flashes in front of my eyes are all memories of the past.

Going back to the day when she was five years old, when her family was ruined and her family was destroyed, she was also like this, raising her head and looking towards the sky.She remembered that hatred, it was her hatred, and it was also her original intention.

She remembered again, Taoshan...

……

"Achan, where are you going!"

"Go...to find the candle dragon's fire!"

"Candle Dragon's Flame... What are you... looking for it for?"

"In order to change all of this, for you...for mother...for everything about our Yang family—I refuse to accept it!"

……

"Yes, I...don't accept..." She woke up.

She was falling, and the ground was near.

She could hear the cheers from the lower world, whoever it was, won.

"You wait for me for seven days..."

She remembered that she had said so to Liu Xi.But in Tianque, how many days has it been in the lower realm? !

"I can't... break my promise..." She thought, and it was this thought that became more and more intense, pulling her last bit of strength!

"Me! I won't lose!"

Death, what fear!But this obsession, how can the superior can take it away!

"I didn't lose, and my second brother didn't lose. The destiny is irreversible, and I want to go against the sky! Ah——!"

With a final shout, he stretched his five fingers and inserted them straight into the heavily injured chest!See if this is against the sky, is it against the sky, or someone's attachment, someone's wish!

She took out a heart, a pure heart that belonged to her, it was red and warm, and it was still beating in her hands, and it seemed to be at the end, and there were mournful wailings one after another.

She holds it tight!

"Ha... Long Huo... You want me to see all the living beings in the three realms, and see clearly the ulterior motives of people, because you... Are you also...disappointed in this world? But..."

——My Yang Chan, I like to kill, and I practice killing to stop killing all my life, so I am not a good person.But at the end of this life, I only wish to exhaust my life's strength to punish the treacherous and treacherous people in the three realms, and restore the world to a school of clarity!

She breathed out her last breath: "You know the world, why do you have no regrets..."

——Take the heaven and the earth as the furnace, and my body as the medicine——the faint candlelight, eternally bright!

The earth fire is ignited again, and the remnant body is scattered, and the body and spirit are all destroyed.Only one heart remained in his hand, turned into a lotus lantern, and continued to float towards the lower realm.

"Achan...Achan..."

Seeing everything, Master Yuding mourned: "The Yang family is extinct... The Yang family is extinct...Jian'er, master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Beside him, Nezha was seriously injured and looked up at the sky, but couldn't say anything.

Roaring Sky Dog let out a long howl, as if welcoming each other, a lotus lantern fell into the hands of Master Yuding.

Looking at the three realms, there is nothing that can be bound.

The so-called freedom is nothing more than that.

The paper kite with the broken string flew away, even if it fell, it was once truly soaring freely in the sky...

A little candle in Lian's heart, small and small, flickered and flickered.Suddenly, it condensed into blue smoke and dispersed, and then, it ignited again!

Holding the lotus lantern in his hand, he was amazed to see the scenery around him changing rapidly, everything regressing back to the beginning, from being to nothingness, and then from nothingness to life... All changes are indescribable, only he stayed in place, witnessed all good fortune, as if Storms and storms, sweeping in all directions-in the end, the wind and the sea were calm, as if it had never happened.

He froze for a moment, as if traveling for millions of years in an instant... But, how is it possible?He is human.

He lowered his head, and saw the lotus petals in his hand fade away, and the last bit of candle light danced lively, and it was hidden in his palm.

This old man is a little dazed. Why does he hold a lamp in broad daylight?Thinking again, there was nothing in his hand, what was he thinking just now?

Raising his hand, he wiped a little moisture from his cheeks.On this day, in this village, the news of Man Bing's defeat came from the outside world.

In the village, a famous man was chasing his six or seven-year-old son with a feather duster, cursing while chasing him: "You little bastard, come back to me!"

The boy made a grimace and jumped onto the roof: "If you don't come back, you won't come back! It's up to you if you catch up!"

Two more brothers rushed out of the house, one on the left and one on the right to support the man: "Father, please calm down..."

Four sworn brothers were drinking and chatting not far away, and they all laughed when they saw this scene.

A couple walked out of another room, stopped to watch for a while, then shook their heads and smiled and left.

Among the grass and trees, a fox ran across, slipped into the woods with a chicken in its mouth.

Amidst the noise, the old man still had a sense of familiarity, but after a while, it was so strange again.

The dog barked, and someone called him behind him.

"Master, are you in a daze again?"

He turned his head and saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy dressed in Taoist attire, followed by a white fine dog.

Behind Daotong was his shadow, which was no different from ordinary people, black and long.

He shook his head and said, "It's nothing, Jian'er, let's go, we've lived in this village for a long time, it's time to go..."

"Where are you going this time?" the boy asked.

"Where do you want to go?" The old Taoist was stunned by this question, "Well, anywhere is fine, we cultivators..."

"Haha, cultivating the Tao..." A drunk man on the side of the road smiled and said, "Cultivating the Tao...but who in this world has cultivated the Tao? Gods and monsters are just romance stories, not true."

"Master..." Daotong tugged at the corner of the old Taoist's clothes, perhaps reminding him not to be as knowledgeable as a drunk.

"Hey, let's go." He picked up the boy and stopped talking about cultivating Taoism.

After leaving the village, Daotong asked him again: "Master, where are we going?"

In front of their eyes, the paddy fields are just sprouting new seedlings nearby, and the green mountains in the distance are numerous, and a long cloud in the sky, entangled on the side of the mountain, looks like a dragon.

"Looking for the dragon," he blurted out, "looking for the flame of the dragon candle, looking for the eternal light, and... and..."

There is a name that will come to my lips, but I just can't remember it.

He lowered his head and glanced at his apprentice, those bright black eyes were full of longing and hope.

"Let's go!" He finally made up his mind, and led Daotong through the country road full of cow dung, towards the mountain.

"Are you looking for the candle dragon's fire?" his apprentice asked curiously.

"No, find a resident Taoist temple, let's not go!"

"Aren't you going to practice Taoism?"

"The way is in the heart, but we, born in the secular world, have to live like human beings!"

"Master, this is the first time, I can understand what you said."

"Stinky boy, are you teasing me?"

"Don't you dare... But, you looked different just now, are you really all right?"

"No! Your master, I...but today I always feel that there is no one around me..."

"Lack of people? Who..."

——Who is it?

—nobody.

One old and one young, the figures are getting farther and farther away, and the cloud belt is traveling with the wind.

There was a faint long chant lit up in the sky, or at this moment this obsession finally found its true destination, no regrets, no regrets...

It's like a story that ends at the end, but begins with another sentence:

The candle flames die, and the universe is reversed.

Everything starts from the beginning, the world opens up!

(End of the article)

postscript

It seems that I like to write an afterword for the articles I like.But this article is very painful for me to write, and it is not my favorite.However, I also wrote such an afterword.

It should be said that the original motivation for writing this article was because of a certain famous abuse article. I read it when I was in school, and something like a shadow is still entrenched in my heart.I believe that many people are the same, but some people are willing to obey, so almost every story I can see about Lotus Lantern can’t escape the shadow of that article.

Damn, Yang Jian is an idiot, willing to be hacked all day long!Cut it down and then abuse it, and then fight it back after the abuse? !As a normal person, I reject this.

I believe that human nature is dark, but the so-called darkness is not like this.A cruel word, is it dark?People all over the world hate one person so much for no reason, and that person is so willing to be hated and tortured by others—this is not darkness, but a fool who has fallen into a group of psychopaths.

There is a saying that should not be said properly: blind darkness and blind light are equally unrealistic.

So I wrote it myself for my own entertainment. After applying for the list once, I was too tired and kept writing silently.I don't care if people look at me or not, others will scold me when they see it... In fact, it doesn't matter, I write my story, and I can't control other people's mouths.Maybe the Yang Jian in your heart is not what I wrote, sorry, I tried my best.

And, hehehe, it's finished anyway.It doesn't matter if you scold or not.

Yang Jian was resurrected as a mortal, history was reset, the Manchus did not enter the customs, and the world of the Han people still belonged to the Han people.

Some people may not be able to accept this ending, but it is just like the choice of the characters in the text: to be an ignorant fool, or to be a wise man who bears the burden of life?

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The monkey is free and easy, and chooses to leave the world by himself, which corresponds to the word Wukong in his name.

Yang Jian was troubled by love, the Three Realms and the Three Sisters couldn't be put on balance, so he finally followed his selfishness.

As for Yang Chan, she is a casual and selfish person, she doesn't care about the common people, but in the end, she fights for the common people and dies.And when he was dying, he had to drag the heaven into the water. Since then, there were no gods and Buddhas in the world, and mortals had conflicts, so let mortals settle the cause and effect by themselves!Her goal was achieved - worth it.

Obviously, what I want to write is not a person's abuse, nor a love-hate entanglement with someone.It's such a choice, and at the same time, this choice is also left to the audience. If it were you, how would you choose?

In addition, I would like to say one more thing: Let go of this resentment!Happy!

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