Crossing, strategy, picking up morals

Chapter 179 B-level Raiders: Tourmaline

Tourmaline, for jade, produces luster and collects flowers.

When he was seven years old, his father was drafted into the army, and his mother washed clothes for other people in the village.Before him, he already had three older brothers and two older sisters. His mother’s red, swollen and bleeding hands couldn’t support so many children who would only open their mouths and cry for hunger, so it was only natural that he, an insignificant child, be sold. .

When he was eight years old, he had already knelt at the feet of the second prince Chu Lang together with many children of the same age. The people who bought him into the palace said that the man in front of him would be their heaven from now on, the blood on their bodies, and the blood in their hearts. Loyalty, all must be dedicated to this person.And there are only two paths they can choose, one is to become his pawn and place him beside everyone who is loyal to him.Instead, it became the sword in his hand, clearing all obstacles for him in the dark.

He chose to become a sword and hide in the darkness.

The days of bloodshed have only fulfilled the wounds all over his body.Five years later, he had a cold heart and a face that couldn't smile.

He became the sharpest sword in Chu Lang's hands, and wherever he pointed it, there would be rivers of blood.That was all his memories before he was 16 years old.

One day, he stood in front of Chu Lang covered in blood, holding the heads of his political opponents in the court in his hands. Chu Lang asked him, what do you want.He replied, go home.

Chu Lang looked a bit astonished, and then said, I will give you ten days, and you will come back after ten days.

He put down the head that was still dripping blood, wiped off the blood on his face, turned his head and left.

His home was in Ning'an City, and Ning'an Town had already been turned into a dead city in a war eight years ago.Eight years is enough to make a dead city glow again, burnt-out houses are rebuilt, displaced foreigners relocate here, and there are peaceful scenes of singing and dancing everywhere.

He was the only one standing in a daze on the completely unfamiliar street.

Children who have been away from home for many years can never find their way home.

There was an old beggar on the street, who was always going crazy, and was beaten by a group of children with mud, and the old beggar curled up on the ground and cried.

That face was familiar, it coincided with the butcher he had seen to bring clothes for his mother to wash.

He went up, helped the old beggar, and asked about the past. The crazy old man cried and said that his wife and children, his relatives and friends, were all destroyed under the flames of war along with Anning City.The people passing by were laughing and chattering loudly, only this elderly beggar fell down crying at his feet with a cane.

All the people who are laughing today have forgotten how many corpses they have stepped on. Once the war is not settled, this Anning City will never be peaceful.

If even blood cannot be remembered by people today, it would be too tragic.

The old beggar brought him to the foot of a mountain. The heavy rain a few days ago had already caused the mountain to landslide, and the countless corpses buried on the mountain rushed out along with the mud, and fell to his feet mixed with mud.Maybe you will never understand this feeling.

He had already killed too many people, and had too much blood on his hands, but when facing this scene, he was so frightened that he could hardly stand up.

In front of his eyes are all white bones, and the verdant green of the mountain seems to have absorbed the nutrients from these bones to become today's lush.

He couldn't remember what feeling came to his heart at that moment.

He picked up the sword and knelt at Chu Lang's feet.Hearing Chu Lang say: What I want is more than just a mere Bei Zhao!

Is it true that peace will come when all the blood is shed?

He thought he would enter the way of Abi's killing, but he didn't expect to be sent by Chu Lang to protect Chu Ya.He knows all of Chu Lang's schemes, so he is willing to use his own sword, his own blood and life to protect his weaknesses.

if only……

What do you want?

He has no home, no relatives, no friends, all he has is a sword and a cold heart.He hates people who are as insensitive as himself.

The warm wind blows gently, and the pastries in the mouth melt on the tip of the tongue.

"The Eighth Prince gave it to you?" Yan Jiu held his sword and raised his eyebrows.

He closed the lid, knowing that the person in front of him was jealous.That's something they've never felt.

The hatred or fear in the eyes of those they kill is the world they can see.

Who would have guessed that things would change to this point in the future?

"If Chu Ya returns to Master's side, it must be a drag." He said.

Yan Jiu frowned.

"In this life, all I want is for my master to ascend to the Great Treasure, so that the world will return to my heart."

"Then what?" Yan Jiu gripped the knife tightly.

"Hide him."

Then there is getting caught.

In Beizhao Imperial Palace, he knelt on the ground, what he asked for was death, but he was rewarded by that man and let him live.From now on, make a vow that will eventually be betrayed.

A man who establishes the world should be a man of faith.But the city of Anning was the nightmare of his life, it broke his bones, and he had no choice but to throw away his faith.

On the day when Chu Lang raises his troops to attack the imperial city, he will definitely protect that person well.

At that time he was so convinced.

He was so determined at that time.

It was night, in the underground palace, there was a knife light and blood shadow all over his body, he was numb at first, his eyes were cold, until that person bumped into his eyes and bumped up against the light of the knife.With just one glance, he couldn't grasp the sword in his hand and was injured by the soldiers.

Years ago, he rescued a prince who fell into the water, that unfavored prince named Chu Qinghuang, in exchange for a box of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, which was a very common thing, but he remembered it more than those dead things.

Beizhao changed hands, and Chu Qinghuang was promoted to the throne.

He knew everything that Chu Qinghuang suffered in the palace.But the promises he made verbally and in his heart at the beginning turned out to be nothing but lies in the end.

He wanted Chu Lang to stabilize the peace and stability.

I just want this world to be safe.

How ridiculous, an executioner whose hands are stained with countless blood, should have such a ridiculous wish.

Perhaps not only him, but in the eyes of all those who are numb because of death, peace is more precious than freedom.

Yan Jiu and him are close friends, they can entrust their backs to each other in Wanjun, when they talked about it, they kept silent.

Chu Qinghuang soaked in the cold pool for fourteen nights, he found Qianjin Fang, which can warm the internal organs.

Chu Qinghuang received 170 seven lashes a day, and he found five cold pastes, which can heal bone wounds.

……

He found these things, but no one knew.He buried those things under the big tree in Qifeng Palace.

Those things are never given away.

Yan Jiu said, "You have no heart."

Yan Jiu said, "The eighth prince let the fourth prince have a way out, but now he has hurt me to such an extent."

Yan Jiu said, "Tourma, he is going to die."

"I just want my master to be the emperor."

Then the world will be peaceful...

This is a dream, and he is deceiving himself and others in this dream.

The blood and corpses all over the sky, the eyes of the people who were numb by the peace in front of them, do you remember that those who were killed by the war once had a thick layer of bones under their feet?

Then, Yan Jiu gave in.His ridiculous conscience made him betray the deal between the two.

At that time, Chu Qinghuang had already left the country, and he knelt at Chu Lang's feet, his meridians were severed, and he was imprisoned in the place where Chuya was once imprisoned.

No more blood, no more wailing.Is this his end?

Yan Jiu said, "Chu Qinghuang is dead."

"How did you die?"

Yan Jiu laughed miserably, "Chu Ya shot down from the city wall of Li Kingdom with an arrow."

"What about the emperor?"

Yan Jiu looked at him, "The emperor is ill."

He lowered his head, he knew the ending from the moment Yan Jiu betrayed the two of them.

That night Yan Jiu drank a lot of wine in the underground palace, and dragged him to talk in a rambling manner.

"Tourma, what's the point of saying that the world is in contention? As long as there are people sitting on the throne, wars will continue to break out. There has never been real peace in this world."

"Tourma, if I had died in front of that hall, would my heart feel better?"

"Tourmaline, if there is a next life, I will definitely not be a human being. I will be happy to be a pig or a dog..."

"Tourmaline, you heartless person."

He numbly watched Yan Jiu walk out of the underground palace, his face still expressionless.

Do you have to cry bitterly?

Do you have to remind yourself over and over again how guilty you have done and regret it for the rest of your life?

What kind of feeling is sad?

When the sword was pointed at his chest, the clothes and hair of the person in front of him were like snow.

There was a faint stabbing pain in his chest, and the man's eyes were so indifferent that he didn't even have half an expression.

This is what he owes this person, and it is also a relief to die at this person's hands.

At that time, he was rescued by falling into the water, but Chu Qinghuang gave him two ways to live. His life has long been Chu Qinghuang's.Now that he has a sword, he can repay one or two.

Chu Qinghuang let him go for the third time.

Limbs and limbs have already lost half of their strength, and the cold white is walking away step by step.

"Chu Qinghuang—"

Back then, I was ordered by Chuya to watch you Sanyue outside Qifeng Palace.

Back then, when I knelt in front of the palace, I got your decree to live on.

When I was outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, I saw you crying blood every night but I couldn't save you...

All these stories are too hasty.

He is obviously a gentle person like jade, but he still remembers that Chu Qinghuang was wearing snow-white clothes, sitting under a tree to make people happy, the cold-faced person didn't laugh, but his eyes were like crescent moons.Chu Qinghuang has a tall body, but always looks thin, even he thinks that Chu Qinghuang is like a lotus, wishing to shield him from the wind and rain of the world.But he pushed this person to a dead end by himself...

Since then, Huangquan and Biluo have not been able to meet each other.

It seems that in this life, he owes someone a debt after all, and even he feels that the afterlife is too light.

The stone door in front of him was about to close again, and the swarming darkness was going to swallow him up.

He watched helplessly as the misty figure gradually disappeared into the darkness.

He leaned forward with great difficulty, trying his best to take another look, he wished that he was already dead just now, and turned into a soul to say something to that person again.

I am sorry.

As soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out from his mouth.

boom--

The stone door in front of him was closed.

He stared blankly, letting the empty darkness in front of him end all the vicissitudes of life.

All the guilt will be brought to the afterlife and reincarnation.It's just that Chu Qinghuang never looked back at him again.

Only at this moment did he understand what an end is.

This story has only the beginning, but it is enough for him to chew in the dark until the moment of his death.

"Tourmaline, you heartless person."

As he read what Yan Jiu said to him, tears rolled down his cheeks...

The author has something to say: In fact, the four strategy characters all have their own stories, and what happened when they met Su Yu was just a stroke of their lives...

Many are not clearly stated.

Even Chu Feng wants to write... I want to chop my hands!