Junior Disciple C

Chapter 162

"You are too impulsive." Wu Yi walked to Feng Ye and sat down.

Feng Ye was lying on the grass with his arm pillowed, staring at the sky in a daze.

This is the third day since Feng Ye made the oath with everyone, and there are still four days before the seven-day limit.

Like last time, they were brought back to the quarry by the Xiqiang people to work in the quarry during the seven days. Even if they were about to die, the Xiqiang people would not let the slaves stop at the last second before death.

But today, they didn't work, and even the Xiqiang people mercifully let them out to wash.

This is not because the Xiqiang people suddenly believed in some compassionate gods and Buddhas, but because today is the festival of Xiqiang.

Feng Ye couldn't say what the specific festival was, anyway, it was only a festival for the Xiqiang people.

There seems to be a taboo on this festival, that is, you can't start construction today, otherwise it will be unlucky. Therefore, today, there are no vendors on the street, and no shops are open for business.

But the streets are not deserted, because there are more lively events. At night, the people prepare lanterns and fireworks, and prepare to have a carnival at night.

Thanks to the festival, even the endlessly working quarry did not start work today.

The officers in the quarry felt that although these slaves were lowly, they worked all day and had no time to wash. They really smelled very bad. Open the door of the shed and let the group of slaves go to the river to wash by themselves.

Although he washed himself, there were soldiers guarding the river, and it was impossible to escape if he wanted to.

But if you do something else, these soldiers don’t care about you. They don’t care about their posts at all. They flew out early to the bustling street market where preparations are being made. Who doesn’t like to see beautiful lanterns? Due to the special position, I can't participate.

So everyone was absent-minded, people were still on the job, but their hearts flew outside long ago.

Feng Ye washed very quickly, and he ran here after washing, lying quietly on the grass where no one was paying attention.

Wu Yi searched around before finding him, and after he sat down next to Feng Ye, he continued: "What is the ability of the headless ghost, and what is your ability?"

"Do you have an extra arm or an extra leg, so you can guarantee that you can beat him?"

Feng Ye kept silent all the time, but when Wu Yi said this, he suddenly refuted softly in his heart.

"I didn't guarantee that I could beat him." Feng Ye thought to himself, in fact, like everyone else, he didn't have the confidence to defeat the headless ghost.

He is not a calf who is not afraid of tigers, he has seen the eight ghost generals, just a face to face, but it also made him recognize the power of the eight ghost generals.

But he said it anyway.Because he had to say it, he could only say it.

This group of people's fear of these eight ghost generals has been carved into the bone marrow, and with the rushing blood, it sprinkled all corners of the body.

The Xiqiang people used their absolute strength to turn the words "invincible" into a man-made rule between heaven and earth.

Rules are established things that cannot be changed by manpower.

Like the legendary law of heaven, it is an iron rule that can only be bowed down and accepted by people.

Under the iron rules, naturally no one would dare to have a heart of arrogance.As long as the myth of the ghost general's invincibility exists for a day, no one will have the courage to fight against these slaves, or even in the lands that have not been captured by Xiqiang.

It's not that Feng Ye is not afraid, he also flinched when facing the eight ghost generals.But when he tried to make everyone unite and gather their strength to fight against the evil spirits, he was rejected.

"Go yourself, I won't go anyway."

Feng Ye couldn't remember who said this sentence, but he remembered it very clearly, and many people echoed it.

From that moment on, he knew that no one would help him.

If he doesn't stand up and fight the evil spirits alone, then his plan will end in a complete loss before it starts.

Ever since he didn't turn over and jump off the city wall that day, he was already in a dilemma, and bragging about this seemingly overwhelming seaport was his only choice.

Although this dilemma, he asked for it.

You can't do it yourself.Feng Ye closed his eyes, and couldn't tell if he regretted the choice he made that day.

"You seem to have changed a lot." Wu Yi chattered endlessly in Feng Ye's ear, and the words got here somehow.

Feng Ye suddenly opened his eyes, and he asked back, "Have I changed?"

"What was I like before?" He asked Wu Yi.

Wu Yi complained: "Why do you keep asking this question, I have told you many times."

People with amnesia may be very curious about his lost memories, but during the first month or so after coming here, Feng Ye didn't ask much about the past.

Until the first time he went to the Colosseum and fought with the wolves, Feng Ye always asked Wu Yi about his past in his spare time. I don't know how many times I said it, it's a bit annoying.

But Feng Ye now has an inexplicable aura. When his brows are raised, Wu Yi feels that this should be familiar with Fa Xiao, but he looks a little strange.

He seemed to see a strange shadow in Feng Ye, a shadow of a man who was so strong that he seemed to be obsessive, completely different from the thin Feng Ye he remembered.

So Wu Yi complained and said it again honestly.

"When you were young, you were thin and small, and you didn't like to talk much..." Wu Yi's eyes were empty, and he fell into memories.

He said that Feng Ye was thin and thin when he was young, so he didn't have many playmates. He wasn't lying. Feng Ye was like that in his memory.

Wu Yi is not good at fighting, and he is not the kind of brave and aggressive character.Even in the village, he was the type to be bullied by other peers, and he had a good relationship with Feng Ye, naturally because Feng Ye was also the type to be bullied.

He can only regain some confidence in front of Feng Ye who is thinner than himself, so he naturally likes to play with Feng Ye, and the relationship will be good.

It's just...Wu Yi couldn't tell when it was, but Feng Ye seemed to have changed suddenly.

Not to mention that he is not thin and thin, and his personality is not as submissive as before. He only knows to run behind his own ass.

This change was very abrupt, as if there was a fault in the middle after entering the Western Qiang Imperial City, but Wu Yi didn't notice anything wrong at all.

He still has no doubts about this change, but his mood is a bit complicated. A person who is not as good as himself can suddenly lead the others to defeat the wolves and tigers, and now he wants to lead the others by himself. Resist Xiqiang.

After Feng Ye made the oath with everyone, everyone may have doubts about whether he can make it, but they also kept the promise and started preparations. They went back to lobby their own clans, and within three days, they were almost persuaded. everyone.

The time for raising troops is set on the day when the Colosseum reopens. As long as Feng Ye can defeat the headless ghost, dozens of people in the Colosseum will raise their weapons against the Xiqiang people, and at the same time, quarry stones to the side The fellow clansmen in the field camp sent out a signal to cooperate from inside and outside, and broke through the defensive line of Xiqiang in one fell swoop.

While everyone was preparing, they naturally had to report the progress to Feng Ye from time to time. He was just a commoner, but he had the potential to be a general.

Wu Yi, who always stayed with Feng Ye, naturally saw all of this.He didn't say anything on the surface, but he sneered at Feng Ye in his heart, how could the Xiqiang people win?

He felt that Feng Ye was just dreaming, and he would definitely fail in the end, and if things went wrong, they would involve those who had no intention of rebelling.

Yes, Wu Yi never wanted to rebel, because he firmly believed that the Xiqiang people were invincible, and he only wanted to please the Xiqiang people so that he could live a better life while living.

It's just that the situation forced everyone to high-five Feng Ye. If he didn't high-five, he was afraid of being squeezed out by the others, so he had no choice but to swear an oath to Feng Ye.

He was tied to a thief ship, but he didn't really hope that the thief ship would win.

Although the chance of winning is about zero, what if?If Feng Ye really wins and leads the rest of the people out of the Western Qiang Imperial City, then he, who has always been submissive since childhood, will become the best of all.

Feng Ye will definitely be surrounded by everyone, and if he doesn't get all together, he will be named some kind of general and king.Wu Yi didn't want to see all this.

He didn't hate Feng Ye, he didn't have any enmity with Feng Ye, Feng Ye even saved him a few times.He just couldn't accept this gap, what was Feng Ye like before?He never forgot, every time he narrated the past to Feng Ye, he would review the past Feng Ye again.

The more you review, the greater the sense of gap.

In fact, Wu Yi didn't tell Feng Ye some things. For example, his friendship with Feng Ye was only one-sided, Feng Ye's one-sided.

Feng Ye's personality is not pleasing, and his appearance is even less pleasing. Why does Wu Yi play with him?Because it is only in front of Feng Ye that he can find some sense of presence, but this is not friendship, and he does not regard Feng Ye as a friend, but as a follower who can relieve boredom and can come and go as soon as he is called.

If you insist on calling it friendship, it is also unequal, a kind of friendship with a little bit of charity.

But it was such a person who suddenly turned into a powerful general. People with a big heart might not care about it, but Wu Yi didn't.

He is not happy to see a person who was not as good as him become stronger than himself.

But he didn't show his displeasure and the dark thoughts in his heart.He was talking about his childhood as before, and he was a little distracted while talking.

Feng Ye didn't pay attention, because he was also distracted.

Night is approaching, the light disappears into the sky, and the vision is being deprived step by step.Before the eyes completely turned into darkness, a shadow broke into Feng Ye's eyes.

That's a fluttering...moth.

Moths and butterflies are both insects, but their appearances are vastly different. Most people feel pity for butterflies when they meet them. Butterflies that can stop and rest on their fingers are even more poetic and picturesque.

The treatment of moths is completely different, not to mention resting on fingers, even if they get close, ordinary people will wave them away in disgust.

This gray moth has not mutated, and its appearance is still as ugly as other members of the same family.But Feng Ye looked at the moth that was flying past in front of him, and he stretched out his hand out of nowhere.

His finger stopped on the path of the moth, and he didn't know why he did it, but there was a feeling somewhere that made him stretch out his hand.

Miraculously, the moth actually stopped traveling and landed on his finger.

Feng Ye sat up from the grass, he put the moth on his fingertips in front of his eyes in some surprise, and looked at it carefully.

Wu Yi noticed his movements and stopped talking. He said strangely, "Why are you staring at a moth? It's so ugly."

Feng Ye didn't look away, his gaze was still focused on the moth on his fingertips, and he suddenly said, "I thought of a story."

"What?" Wu Yi asked.

"Duke Zhou dreams of a butterfly."

"Duke Zhou dreamed of a butterfly?" Wu Yi repeated. Although he didn't have much ink in his stomach, he had heard this story before: "People dream of butterflies, but what you see are moths. You can really think about it."

The moth's wings were fluttering at the fingertips, Feng Ye stared at it intently.

"Whether it's a butterfly or a moth, who is the person in the dream?" He murmured.

He seemed to be talking to Wu Yi, but also seemed to be talking to himself, his tone was full of confusion, as if he was seriously thinking about this absurd question.

After finishing speaking, he smiled lightly, as if joking: "Maybe all of this, the Xiqiang Imperial City, and the extremely evil ghosts are just a dream that doesn't know anything?"

Wu Yi felt that Feng Ye, who had lost his memory, was really out of his mind. Who would suspect that he was in a dream?

He gave an answer: "You can't feel pain in your dreams. It's not like you haven't been beaten by Xiqiang people before. Don't you feel pain?"

Of course it hurts.Wu Yi's pot of cold water worked very well, and Feng Ye woke up a little bit from that whimsical state.

After Wu Yi finished speaking, he stood up. He felt that Feng Ye was crazy, and this lunatic planned to lead the rest of the people to rebel. The more he thought about it, the more worried he became.

He joined the branch of Feng Ye, and then left alone, planning to go to other places to relax.

Feng Ye, on the other hand, answered absent-mindedly, and never took his eyes off the moth from the beginning to the end.

Even though Wu Yi's cold water woke him up, he still had doubts.

Maybe you really don't feel pain in your dream, but the world is not quite right either.

There are many abnormalities, and these abnormalities seem to come from him.No matter how many times Wu Yi has said it, Feng Ye has no impression of the past, and he can't feel the slightest familiarity. He seems to be forced into Wu Yi's story. The person in the story is him, but not he.

Whether it's personality or some other things, he doesn't quite resemble the Fa Xiao that Wu Yi said.Not only that, but he has a weird sense of incompatibility with the whole world.

Sometimes, he has an illusion that this world is fake.This illusion did not decrease as the time spent here increased, but became stronger.

However, the people he met, or the injuries he received, were all so realistic that he could only classify that sense of falsehood as an illusion.

Maybe I'm really crazy.Feng Ye thought to himself.

Maybe there is nothing wrong in the world, and only him is wrong from beginning to end.

This is like the butterfly in Duke Zhou's dream, cause and effect, inside and outside the dream, it's hard to tell.

Feng Ye sighed, this breath seemed to startle the moths on his fingertips, and the moths that had been clinging to his fingers suddenly flew away.

Feng Ye's gaze shifted. He thought that the moth would fly far away, but he didn't want to. The moth flew straight to not far away. Because night fell, the fire had just started, and the fire was still a little weak, and it was about to be caught by Night Breeze. Blow out the torches.

Without hesitation, it crashed into the raging fire with an indomitable momentum.

The flame that was about to be extinguished jumped a few inches higher, and the body of the moth was burning in the flames. It used everything it had to wake up the extinguished flame and help the dim flame to flourish.

The flesh and blood decomposed in the fire, and within a few breaths, it turned into carbonized black ash. The black ash fell from the torch and flew into the air, carrying embers of flames.

While the embers were flying, Feng Ye stared blankly at the soaring flames.

The flames formed a transparent curtain wall. Through the firelight, he looked ahead and saw something unusual.

That was a person, a very good looking person.

A person he seemed to be very familiar with, a person whose name was in his mouth and ready to be pronounced.

The person on the opposite side of the fire was also looking at him. Their eyes met, and the other person seemed very surprised, but after being surprised, there was surprise. He strode towards Feng Ye.

He stretched out his fingers, wanting to go through the flames, and grabbed Feng Ye.Feng Ye also stretched out his hand. Even though he couldn't call this person's name, he instinctively wanted to grab him.

He didn't care about the high temperature contained in the flames, and he didn't care about the risk of being burned. At this moment, nothing could stop him.

Except the same.

Just when their fingertips were about to touch, the soaring flame suddenly went out.

There was no sign of this extinguishment. It was clearly burning so vigorously at one moment, but at the next moment, it just went out.

It was like being swallowed by the night.

Feng Ye looked at the extinguished torch in front of him, the embers of the flame danced in the air for a while, and the same, it went out.

The moth used itself as fuel, but it only made the fire blaze for a moment.

Moths to the flame are destined to end like this with no bones left.

But before the moth's bones were gone, Feng Ye also saw something like a dream. He rubbed his forehead, and suddenly felt a pain in his head, like a tearing pain.

He squatted down, trying to relieve the sharp pain.

Outside the illusion, Hao Chen suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the monster.

He saw the five fingers held by the man, needless to say, the person who just extinguished the flame must be this monster.

It was obvious that there was only a slight distance between him and Feng Ye, just a little bit, just a little bit, and he was able to hold Feng Ye's hand.

The failure was on the verge of success, but Hao Chen was not in a hurry to get annoyed.

Because he realized something from the man's suddenly gloomy expression, he realized that this illusion is not really completely controlled by this monster, nor is it real, there is no chance of breaking it.

The moth had already done this, it tore open the gap between illusion and reality, allowing him and Feng Ye to briefly see each other in the firelight.

But where did this moth come from? Who has such great supernatural powers, who can destroy the arrangement of this monster in the endless horizon?

"Mind your own business." The man smiled again, but this smile was extremely cold. He looked up and made a grinding movement with his fingertips, as if he was completely crushing the power of the outsider.

Hao Chen then raised his head, and he got a hint of inspiration. He probably knew who had such great supernatural powers, and could project his own power into the endless vision formed by resentment and hatred.

To be precise, it is not a person.

Nor is it God.Hao Chen is already one of the best gods in the sky. He knows the power of the Emberless Vision. There is no god in the heavens whose power can penetrate the Emberless Vision.

Emberless Vision is a world, a huge world, and the power contained in it is immeasurable, but there is one thing that is always stronger than it, forcing it to be imprisoned here.

day.

Tiandao has no human emotions or desires. He just guards the order of the heaven and earth.

He disappeared without a trace, and most of the time, you didn't even feel his presence.

But he is everywhere, like the sun shining on the earth, shining on the world he guards.

Except for the Emberless Vision, this world out of his control.

As one of the gods created by the Dao of Heaven, Hao Chen is actually not much more familiar with the Dao of Heaven than ordinary people.After all, he is not a human being, so he would chat with him whenever he had nothing to do, and there was no way for them to communicate.

But sometimes, when you need to perform your duties, Tiandao will use some of his own methods to give you some vigilance or enlightenment.

For example, the sudden sensation in my mind, or that seemingly ordinary moth just now.

It was so ordinary that the owner of the illusion didn't even realize its abnormality. After it crashed into the flames, it suddenly realized something was wrong.

That moth probably wasn't coming towards him, Hao Chen thought to himself.It was aimed at Feng Ye.

What does Tiandao want to do?Or...

What did he want to tell Feng Ye?

Hao Chen stared at Feng Ye who was still clutching his forehead and curled up on the ground, unable to think of an answer.