Conquer the World

Chapter 867 Take Care

Two people, Fang Xie and Xiang Qingniu, no matter how low-key they go on the road, they will attract others to watch. A handsome god, a fat and amiable. Some people will look ugly when they gain weight. Xiang Qingniu belongs to that kind of fat, round and cute. The black robe is worn on him. The whole person looks like a cartoon character.

However, there were not many pedestrians on the road at this time, and Jin Shixiong's army continued to attack, leaving almost all of the people who were hundreds of miles away to flee. Fang Xie still remembers the way from the northwest to Chang'an, especially after the Jiangbei Road, the peace and order is like a legendary paradise. He never left his house closed at night, not even seeing a beggar in the cities and towns.

But now, the destructive power of the war has been fully demonstrated. The prosperity of the past has long disappeared, and the rest is just stricken.

A lot of sentry cards were encountered along the way, and Fang Xie and Xiang Qingniu quietly avoided. They didn't want to cause any conflict, although it was impossible for the soldiers to stop them.

Xiang Qingniu ’s army battalion is located dozens of miles north of the Jiangbei. Due to the disadvantage in numbers, the court's defense areas have been continuously compressed. Jin Shixiong's rebels were like a group of beasts at the end of a dead end. They had long forgotten the military law of not looting and killing the people before they came. The logistics supply could not keep up, and they could only rely on looting. So even when there are occasional no wars, the army will let go to burn and plunder.

It's as if they killed and plundered, not their own folks at all.

Someone once said that money is the fastest thing to change a person, but in the face of war, the power of money seems so small. War is the fastest way to turn an ordinary person into a beast. When the knife is raised, human nature is forgotten. And when the knife was raised more often, those holding the butcher's knife were actually numb.

The source of joy when they are at home may be because of family reunion or parental love, but at this time, all their joy comes from plundering and killing.

Distorted humanity.

"It's fast ..."

Xiang Qingniu looked at the villages on the road that had been burnt into ruins, and his eyes were frightened: "When I left Changan City, I saw the butcher knife raised by the Emperor Tianyou in Changan City. No people were involved, everything was peaceful ... now, only a piece of scorched earth is left. "

Seeing this scene after scene, the expectation of seeking friends to gather together has faded.

"This is something that must happen."

Fang Xie saw far more misery than Xiang Qingniu. Whether in the northwest or the southwest, Fang Xie was the person facing the death on the battlefield. When there was no special need for help, Xiang Qingniu had been resting in the rear. In a conversation, Fang Xie said that the smell of blood was still in his nose the next day after the slaughter, and Xiang Qingniu had never experienced it.

Fang Xie glanced at the layer of tender green that had emerged from the ground: "War for the people is like cold winter against wild grass. After a cold winter, it seems that no grass grows. And when the spring is warm, the grass will be drilled out of the soil. .The same is true of people.

The climate of Jiangbei is slightly later than that of East Xinjiang. When Fang Xie returned from Dongjiang, the grass had already appeared, and after more than a month of trekking, the grass in Jiangbei also appeared.

When they saw the endless campsite in the distance, they knew they couldn't go any further. As soon as they approached the camp, the watchman immediately discovered that they would not be greeted by the black kid riding the old ox, but by an arrow rain and thousands of horses.

They are not afraid of this, but afraid of trouble.

"Go in to him again tonight?"

Xiang Qingniu asked.

Fang Xie found a relatively clean place to sit down, and looked at the camp in the distance: "You disturb the vitality of the heavens and the earth, that guy may be able to perceive it."

"Why not you?"

Xiang Qingniu asked.

Fang Xie lay down comfortably on the grass: "Because I'm lazy."

Xiang Qingniu gave him a white look and used a technique of Da Zhoutian to capture a rabbit from 100 meters away. Hehe smiled and said, "I won't give it to you when it is cooked."

He suddenly thought of a question: "Fu Hu has lived so old. According to the truth, how strong is his cultivation? I suddenly thought that when Zhang Yiyang came to kill Fu Hu that day in Yongzhou, should we do it all the more? Will that guy deliberately conceal the practice, even if we don't help, it's not so easy for Zhang Yiyang to kill him. "

Fang Xie smiled: "Whether he hid Xiuwei or not, it was worth our shot that day. At least I had a friend who passed by somewhere and suddenly remembered that there was a friend who wanted to see and meet each other. Isn't that great?"

"Passing by somewhere suddenly remembered that there was a friend whom I wanted to meet again?"

Xiang Qingniu repeated it and thought it was particularly good.

"If you can go anywhere, it would be nice to have a friend who wants to meet again."

He looked at the hare in his hand, and remained silent for a while after he remained silent. Fang Xie glanced at him and asked: "What? After feeling it, I suddenly developed a bit of good intentions and didn't want to eat this rabbit?"

"Pooh"

Xiang Qingniu snorted: "It's just ... how does this rabbit pack up? Dao, although I'm not vegetarian, I haven't cleaned up the wild myself."

Fang Xie sat up and glanced at Xiang Qingniu: "It turns out you are really lazy."

At this time, several figures suddenly rushed over from the camp, led by ... an old ox. This old ox is running faster than the next few masters. Looking at its fatness and clumsiness, and its old look, who can think that this ox has lived 200 years?

"what?"

The black kid riding north of the old ox was very bright when he saw the two men, jumped off the back of the old ox, waved his hand and told the people to come back: "It's all right, you all go back first, my friends . "

He looked at Fang Xie and Xiang Qingniu, and he smiled: "Have I caught rabbits on Lao Tzu ’s site, and after Lao Tzu ’s permission? Do n’t your mother-in-law know that this place is covered by me? I ’m so wanton This is not giving me face! "

"How does this man compensate you?"

Fang Xie pointed at Xiang Qingniu: "Let this fat man look like him?"

Fluttering a sip: "Get off ..."

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From time to time, the fluttering tiger's eyes fell on the old ox who ate fresh grass on the ground not far away, and his eyes were gentle. Both Fang Xie and Xiang Qingniu can see that this old ox has a lot of status in the fluttering tiger. In such a dark and lonely environment, only it has been with Tigers. It is precisely because of this, that Flutter Tiger has spent half of its repairs to fame for the old ox.

"This guy has become more and more like a cow recently."

When he fluttered, some sadness in his eyes was fleeting. Although fast, Fang Jie still caught it keenly. So Fang Xie gave a subconscious glance at the old ox, his heart tightened, and suddenly he understood something.

"Since this old beast started to eat meat, it hasn't eaten grass anymore. But since the beginning of spring, it really doesn't like to eat meat. No matter how tender it is, it won't smell it, and it behaves particularly disgust ... … It's getting back to nature more and more, and every day we scour the grass on the ground, with a lot of interest. "

Fluttering a pour of wine into his mouth, his eyes were a little confused.

What Fang Jie wanted to comfort, but could not speak.

"Is it still eating meat?"

Xiang Qingniu, no matter how stupid, guessed what the fluttering tiger meant. Perhaps for an average farmer, a cow represents a good harvest for the coming year. To a butcher, a cow represents how much silver can be sold, but to a tiger, the meaning of this cow is really different.

It's friends.

Piaohu smiled at Xiang Qingniu's consolation and thanked him, "It's always coming ... that's why I suddenly wanted to understand something."

He looked at the scruffy old ox and said, "At the beginning, I tried my best to make it live longer, and at the same time infused it with half of the cultivation. It was a miracle to hold it at that time, and then I started to eat. Most of the meat is also a change caused by my inner strength. I was very happy about the change at first, and I always feel happy when watching the beef. But the cow is a cow after all. Died. "

"Why isn't it the same? Even if we try our best to do something, it seems to have succeeded, but in the end, where did we go back and forth?"

Fang Jie knew who he was talking about, and said after a while of silence: "People want something different. Some people want results, and some people like processes."

Flutter Tiger smiled: "This old beast doesn't know if he will hate me, dragging him to death. He should have died long ago. He didn't know if he had eaten so long or had to eat it. Eat. If I had to eat, I would have made it so much more painful for so many years. "

The conversation between the two seems to have nothing to do with it.

Xiang Qingniu turned over the hare, and seemed to want to confirm something. He raised it and shook it towards the old ox. The old ox looked back and uttered a scorn-like sigh from his nose. That means it seems to be ridiculing Xiang Qingniu ... That silly-forcing, actually tempted a cow with meat!

Xiang Qingniu smiled awkwardly, then suddenly stopped smiling, his face lonely: "It ... seems to have forgotten that he had eaten meat."

The fluttering tiger beckoned, and the old ox slowly walked over slowly, laying down against the fluttering tiger's body. Flutter Tiger stroked his neck and smiled bitterly: "It forgot to eat meat because it is so old that no one can stop death. But fortunately, it did not forget me after all."

"Recently ... it always made me ride a little longer. If my military service was busy and I forgot to look at it, it would go outside the big tent and call me, and then slap my leg, which meant to try to take me out and run A lap ... I know it has already predicted that the day is coming, and it can't bear it. "

Tears flowed down the fluttering tiger's face, a little muddy.

"This guy……"

He stroked the old ox's hand a bit stiff, but his motion was still so soft.

Fang Xie took a long breath and didn't know what to say. Xiang Qingniu forgot to continue to roast the hare, while he had burnt black.

"I used to think, and pour some more on it ..."

Flutter Tiger glanced at Fang Jie: "Is it a bit selfish? It looks okay, but I don't know if it is suffering anymore. If it is, I will continue to live for it, its pain Even heavier. "

Fang Jie wanted to tell it to go, but found this remark cruel.

"I've thought about it."

Flutter Tiger wiped his tears: "It was a bit regrettable. If I left with it, I might never see you two again, and the two of you would be here. This is good ... I do n’t want to worry about military affairs. Now, I do n’t want to make peace with the world. Lao Huang stole it from the emperor's tomb. Before it died, I took it back. Then I went back to the ancient tomb. That was where I should go.

"I went out of the tomb this time, and the biggest gain was ... I have friends."

The fluttering tiger stood up, and the old ox stood up and struck his leg with his body.

Fluttering tiger turned over and patted the old ox's ass: "If all your business is done, you can go to the ancient tomb to see me when there are no more disputes in the world. If I haven't died, I'll drink with you.

He rode a few throats on the old oxen, as if venting, and as if to announce something.

Fang Xie and Xiang Qingniu glanced at each other ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Seeing that person and a cow went away for a long time without talking.

"Take care"

Xiang Qingniu drew his fists.

"Congratulations"

Fang Jie said these two words, and even Xiang Qingniu didn't understand what to congratulate.

"An old friend is dying. Congratulations?"

Xiang Qingniu stared at Fang Xie and questioned.

"They are both relieved."

Fang Xie lost the next sentence, turned and left.

The cow returned to the life of the cow and was liberated. When people return to the ancient tomb, isn't it a relief? Piaohu was pulled back to the world by Yang Jian, only to be happy one day. He did too many things that he didn't want to do. On the surface, he seemed so close to Yang Jian, and his brotherhood was deep. In fact, it ’s not like the old ox, it looks sweet to eat meat, how can anyone know if it is really sweet?