Chapter 509

A disciple of miaobi hall leans on a huge stone, covers the blood hole in his chest and looks at Zhang Chu stupidly.

The veil of his face had been torn off in the battle, revealing his pale and desperate face.

The moment I opened my mouth, before I had time to speak, I sprayed a mouthful of blood. This talent was like a gossamer saying: "why didn't you... Die?"

The sound is so familiar

"Jin Ping?" Zhang Chu's eyes were a little complicated. Unexpectedly, Jin Ping, who was insidious and vicious before, had such a gentle face.

"I thought our blood sacrifice was worth it. Now it seems that it's just a joke. Cough..."

Speaking affected the damaged heart and lung, resulting in severe hemoptysis.

Jin Ping almost coughed up. After a long time, he finally breathed again: "the enemy of miaobi hall has already been promoted to the hermit sect. We want to avenge our younger martial sister. We have to seize the three demons and nine sects. In order to revenge, we all became monsters... As early as the day we gave up the character of the monk, it was doomed to be this kind of end... Keke... "

Zhang Chu sighed and didn't know what to say.

Finally, he just asked, "where's Jinli?"

Jin Ping coughed violently again. Then he raised his hand and pointed to the stone in the distance: "my brother... Died behind the stone like a dog. Before he died, my younger brother held my hand and said, "we are good at writing. We are good at writing poems. We praise elegance. How did we become a cold bloodthirsty executioner?"

"People on the stage walk by, but they don't see the old color... Cough, cough, people on the stage sing, heartbroken farewell song..."

With the last word, Jin Ping swallowed.

Red eyes, with tears, are not willing to chagrin.

Perhaps, what he was unwilling to do was not finish the last poem with his brother.

Perhaps, the thing that annoys him is that he didn't compose a song for his younger brother's words.

Zhang Chu saw too many life and death departures, from the fight in Dongzhou, to the cold look on the plateau, and then to the helplessness at this time.

Zhang Chu's mentality gradually changed.

There is no difference between Zhang Chu and Jinping Jinli. They all become the tools to fight for fame and fortune. Maybe in the near future, this is also Zhang Chu's destiny.

The man who is willing to repay for his family's cold-blooded and heartless, watching the "minion" of Jinping swallow his breath in front of him, can no longer produce any pleasure. On the contrary, he is lonely

Just at this time, a figure stumbled on Jinping, pinched his mouth, sniffed, sighed, forced his body, and rushed to the next corpse. He also pinched his mouth, sniffed and shook his head to leave. Finally, he came to the third person, ecstatic to find that this person still has a breath.

This man is about thirty years old. Judging from his clothes, he is not a disciple of miaobi hall.

I heard that the "Yanyang sect" is good at medicine. Can we say that... This man is a disciple of the Yanyang sect?

But why did he just come to save Jinping and the enemy?

Under Zhang Chu's puzzled eyes, the middle-aged man pinched open the injured person's mouth, forced the pill into it, and put his hands into his hands to push it slowly.

"Ha ha ha ha."

At this time, lying next to the leimingge disciples, laughing, tears and runny nose.

"When you killed someone just now, you were more fierce than anyone else. How can you save your defeated generals now?"

Lei Mingge's disciple laughed and burst into tears. Before the Yanyang sect disciple had time to save the injured person, he fell down because of exhaustion of his true Qi and died directly on the injured person.

"Shabi, big Shabi." Lei Mingge's disciples wailed, bleeding from their chest: "if I can still move, I will build a tomb for you. The craftsmanship of Lei Mingge is second to none in beizhou. Build a Jinbi glass tomb and set up a blue stone and ink splashing tablet... "

With that, the voice of the leimingge disciples became smaller and smaller, and then there was no movement.

Before they came here, they were literati, doctors, and craftsmen

But when they came to Tianshan, they all became executioners.

None of them is willing to be like this, to take other people's lives.

It's a pity that they are disciples of the sect. They can only do what they are told. They can only let go of their feelings and dreams and become cold tools.

When their mission is completed, instinct is no longer under control.

They chant the last poem before they die, or they fight to save the enemy, or they build tombstones for the enemy

Zhang Chu's eyes were red and his heart was filled with hatred.

Zhang Chu didn't hate these self defeating practitioners. He hated that today's practice world turned all the practitioners into monsters.

All along, Zhang Chu lived for himself, but for his family behind him.

All the fighting for fame and wealth, fighting desperately, are for their own interests! Today, what we saw and heard completely destroyed Zhang Chu's three outlooks.

At this moment, Zhang Chu suddenly wanted to do something for the cultivation world.

"This is the world of practice! Turn people into monsters and crush all dreams. " Shen Lang on one side was also deeply touched and sighed: "they were cheated by the beauty of practice. They just thought that if they entered the practice world, they could travel to the Peach Blossom Land and write the Royal sword to sing today. But I don't know that there has never been any Peach Blossom Land in the world. The pen in the hand is used to kill the heart, and the sword in the hand is used to kill people. "

"Do you remember those people who died outside Tianshan Mountain? The moon worship gate and the sky owl gate died on the road before they even arrived at the Tianshan Mountain, like wild animals with violent corpses everywhere. But in my opinion, they are lucky. At least they have a little illusion and beauty towards the practice world. Unlike these people, dreams are broken. "

"This Tianshan Mountain has never been a place for practitioners to sleep, but a shelter for lonely souls who have broken dreams."

Zhang Chu slowly stood up, voice melancholy sad: "I know, I know, if not broken dream, I'm afraid even I will become a monster."

Zhang Chu took a look at Shen Lang: "you wake up earlier than me. I admire you."

If he hadn't seen the most tragic truth, I'm afraid Zhang Chu would never have realized that he had been assimilated by the practitioners, from breaking the bottom line to abandoning the rules, from cherishing everything to being cold-blooded and merciless. Under the pretext of protection, they are ruthlessly destroying anything contrary to themselves.

Zhang Chu's heart was broken and he was completely disillusioned.

The so-called strength of character, the so-called glory of practitioners, is just a beautiful dream woven by the practice world for Zhang Chu.

Kill all the bastards, purify everything, and the world of practice will be better?

no The world of practice has never been better or worse. The world of practice is always the world of practice. It is the practitioners who have lost themselves and put all their responsibilities on the world of practice.