red and white

Chapter 32

A dance broke through.

As Wu Zixu's figure turned, as if an invisible authority caressed the void, the Yin soldiers dissipated one after another.However, the general's Nuo dance is always a fierce dance, and the dancer is tantamount to spontaneous combustion for warmth, which causes great internal friction.He hastily studied with Wu Nian for a few days in the land of Abi, and now he is barely able to survive, and he vomited a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

Song Wentong's voice was already hoarse, his fingers were dripping with blood, and the sound of the saber strike was as if he was besieged from all sides.

Just when the two were about to exhaust themselves, a piece of paper money floated into the air.

The crisp sound of clappers came from deep underground.

Mu Gesheng was lying on the top of the wall to change magazines, and suddenly felt dizzy, blood gushed out of his nose, and his mouth was filled with the smell of blood.He knew in his heart that this was the effect of the medicine, so he took out the medicine bottle Wu Nian gave him, but nothing could be poured out.

After struggling for a few days, he was using himself to light a lamp to boil oil, and when he couldn't hold on, he would take medicine, which had already exceeded the dosage Wu Nian ordered him to take.Mu Gesheng coughed up a mouthful of blood, supported the city wall, and roared, "How many people are left?"

"Report! There are less than three hundred left!" Someone ran up, "Chengnan can't hold it anymore!"

"Retreat if you can't hold on!" Mu Gesheng estimated that the time was almost up, he stood up, his eyes darkened, and he almost fell to the ground again, "Street fighting!"

"Sir!" The soldiers on the side quickly supported him, their voices blurred by the artillery fire, "The south of the city has fallen!"

"what?!"

"There were 35 remaining soldiers in the south of the city, and they did not retreat. Under the leadership of the chief of staff, they tied up the remaining explosives and jumped from the city!"

"All martyred!"

Mugesheng spat out a mouthful of blood, which was wiped away by him immediately. He slapped himself, bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and tried to calm himself down, "How many people are there in the medical camp? If you can't move, find a place to hide. Send those who can stand to the south of the city, for as long as you can hold back!"

"It has already been dispatched." A voice interrupted Mu Gesheng, who was taken aback, "Why are you here?"

It was Chai Shuxin who came, "I can still move, come and help you defend the city."

Chai Shuxin was covered in blood, and he was no longer neat and indifferent as usual. He was holding a gun, and his hands were covered with mud and blood. Mu Gesheng's eyes lingered on his hands for a moment, "Have you brought any medicine? Uncle Wu Nian gave it to you." It's over, I'll last at least another half an hour."

Chai Shuxin took out a medicine bottle and handed it to him, "I'm here, you can't die."

Mu Gesheng smiled, opened the medicine bottle and poured it into his mouth, chewing until his mouth was full of blood, "Xiao Fengzi and the others are alright?"

"It's fine." Chai Shuxin said softly, "Everyone is fine."

Just now several stray bullets entered the city and hit the ceiling of the medical camp.

Chai Shuxin was worried about the dosage of Mugesheng's medicine, and was going to the city to deliver medicine to him. He had just led the horse when he was instantly thrown to the ground by sand and stones.

Looking back, the entire camp had been reduced to scorched earth.

Wu Zixu was standing on the drum, the sound of clappers was coming from far and near, the Yin soldiers were gradually being wiped out, and the smoke and dust formed a thick fog.

Someone came from the depths of the fog. The other party was not wearing armor like other Yin soldiers, but was dressed in white, holding a wooden clapper, and his sleeves were flying.

The other party and Wu Zixu looked at each other from a distance, and spoke slowly, the voice seemed to come from the ancient times.

"The soul is back—"

At the beginning of the singing, it was a completely different melody from Wuyi, vast and vast, with an indescribable silence. The moment the singing sounded, the Yin soldiers that were dissipating froze in place!As if being injected with some kind of mysterious power, the Yin soldiers who had already collapsed rioted again!

This song seemed to have the ability to absorb grievances, and even the newly mourned souls on the battlefield in the distance followed - directly gave up reincarnation, turned into a new Yin soldier in place, and roared up!

Wu Nian was originally standing in the middle of the long street to intercept the Yin soldiers, when he saw this, he yelled, "It's from the Mo family!"

Song Wentong jumped down from the upstairs, the two of them switched positions, the Licking Red Saber came out of its sheath, and the saber slashed flatly, instantly overturning all the cavalry within ten feet.Wu Nian ran towards the end of the long street, and kicked Wu Zixu off the drum, "Concentrate! Do your job well!"

Wu Nian took the place of Wu Zixu, and danced on the drum again with his waist and feet together, constantly reducing the violent Yin soldiers.But the bangzi and the singing continued, and the battlefield was in the distance, and the grievances continued to flow, and soon more new Yin soldiers followed.Without the accompanying music without clothes, the general's Nuo dance is even more detrimental to people. Wu Nian also tried his best to support it, and the two sides gradually fell into a stalemate.

Song Wentong was in front, Wu Nian was behind, and Wu Zixu was standing in the middle of the long street, watching the bang knocker not far away. The pouring rain was pouring down on his head, separated by thousands of water curtains, the sound of Jin Ge seemed to retreat far away .

He remembered the conversation between Wu Nian and him in the Land of Abi.

At that time, he had learned the last piece of the general Nuo dance, "Our family knows what you want to ask." Wu Nian said flatly, "About your father's whereabouts."

This is indeed one of his biggest knots. The fate of impermanence in the past dynasties is an unsolvable mystery among the seven schools of thought.He took over the position of Wuchangzi at the age of seven, and his father passed away, but his soul has not entered Fengdu, and there is no record in the book of life and death.All that was left was a single tobacco rod and a handful of ashes in the tobacco pouch.

"You are impermanent, so you should know something about the Yin soldiers—there is a protective mirror in front of the Yin soldiers. With the protective mirror in place, the Yin soldiers will not have any consciousness, and only obey the orders of the clapper." Wu Nian said: "The so-called bang knocker is actually the guide of the Yin soldiers. He uses the sound of the bang to drive the Yin soldiers to keep the land of Abi peaceful."

"The younger generation knows." Wu Zixu could hear it clearly, "The bang knockers of all ages were selected by the Underworld, and their cultivation level is not inferior to that of the King of Hades."

"That's wrong." Wu Nian glanced at him, "Knocking the bang is a secret job in Fengdu. Except for the very high-ranking ghost officials, few people know the existence of this job. It’s specifically for the Yin-Yang family.”

"Master, what do you mean...?"

"In other words, it's specifically for Wuchangzi."

Wu Zixu bit his finger, and dripped his blood into Gu Huan's cigarette stick. The slender tobacco stick instantly turned vermilion, and the cigarette pouch seemed to be burning, like a lamp.He took a step slowly, then sprinted in the rain, and finally galloped towards the source of the clapper sound, his whole body almost became an afterimage.

He and Song Wentong brushed past each other, the two of them made the wrong hand, Wu Zixu took the knife from the opponent's hand, aimed at his arm and slashed down, blood sprayed all over the long knife in an instant, and then slammed the Guhuang cigarette rod hard On the edge of the blade, sparks splattered, and the flames meandered along the blood, as if the entire blade was on fire, cutting through a long night.

"About the origin of the knocker, it is a lie specially created by Fengdu for Wuchangzi."

"But now, not many people know it's a lie."

"After the death of each Wuchangzi, the soul will be extradited by a special person to become the new knocker."

"Since our family became the master of Fengdu, in 920, every extradition of Wuchangzi was done by our own hands."

That day in the land of Abi, Wu Nian came to him slowly: "After nearly a thousand years, the origin of the knocker became more and more mysterious, and even became a mystery among the Yinyang family, because not everyone Impermanence, all voluntarily contribute their souls to guard this land of no sky and no sun."

"After the soul becomes a knocker, it will lose its memory and consciousness during its lifetime, and it will only exist as a soldier guarding the Yin. Until the next knocker succeeds, it will only pursue this mission."

After thousands or hundreds of years, Wu Zixu asked, "When the next knocker succeeds, what should the previous knocker do?"

"Any soul that stays in the land of Abi for too long will be gradually eroded, and all the bangers will eventually become as fierce as the Yin soldiers—otherwise, why do you think the Yin soldiers are rioting now? The world is in chaos, The ground veins are not stable, and the grievances in the land of Abi are soaring, all the Yin soldiers will be enraged, and the knocker is the same, the resentment dominates him, and he has the ability to control the Yin soldiers, the consequences will only be more unimaginable."

"Our family became the master of Fengdu in 920, and we extradited Wuchangzi for 35 generations." Wu Nian smiled softly, with no trace of sadness or joy on his face, "34 lives of Knock Bang people were killed with his hands."

"Your father voluntarily became a knocker, and he dedicated his whole life to the Yin Yang family."

"Before our family, there were actually other extraditionists who extradited Wuchangzi to become a knocker. The last time the extraditionist was replaced was precisely because there was a riot of Yin soldiers nearly a thousand years ago."

"In that riot, the seven families of the philosophers failed to completely eradicate the Yin soldiers, leaving future troubles. After our family died, we became Fengdu Taisui, and more than 900 years have passed by."

"Our family has a total of two flower balls, each of which has Tai Sui's cultivation base of nearly 500 years. Last time, one was used for sitting in the lotus formation. This one is given to you to dance the general's Nuo dance. It can be regarded as paying back to your father. The favor of the year."

"Didn't you ask why our family is willing to help you and the sky? This battle may seem like a joke, but it is not impossible to win. If you seize the opportunity, there is even a chance of completely eradicating the Yin soldiers."

"Uncle Tai Sui, Americans have committed crimes and killed their children and grandchildren for more than 900 years-our family is really tired."

"The Yin Yang family doesn't need any more bangers."

Wu Zixu let out a loud roar, maddened to angry, saddened to sorrow, he ran into the group of Yin soldiers recklessly, licking the red knife like a fire soaring into the sky, everything was ignited wherever he went.

The knife Wu Zixu swung was not flawless, his hands even trembled slightly because he couldn't bear the weight of the red knife. He was not an expert in martial arts, and he was not good at fighting with fists and feet. He was more capable of turning hostility into jade—but at this moment, he sacrificed the knife with blood, and insisted on opening a red road.

Anger in the true sense always requires blood.

Sometimes the blood turns into fire. If you don't burn yourself to death, you can be reborn even if you hurt yourself.

The moment the long knife struck Bangren's head, in the torrential rain, Wu Zixu suddenly remembered that one afternoon many years ago in Ginkgo Study, Mu Gesheng was complaining about his old man's unreliability, and in the middle of speaking, the topic suddenly changed He said, "Third brother, what kind of person is your father?"

What kind of person was Wuchangzi of the previous generation?

Wu Zixu's memory of his father is very vague, in the impression that he is always busy with business.Occasionally, the man took him to see a ghost collection of a hundred operas, and the girl who played the flower ball in the Twelve Serious Cases bowed her head to him and said with a smile, "Yo, this is my grandson who has lived for countless generations." Son?"

He was fascinated by Mu Gesheng's question, but in the end it was Ginkgo Zhaizhu who pushed the wheelchair in and patted him on the shoulder.

"Zixu, you have a good father."

"A child's heart is endless."

"The Wuchangzi of the previous generation has a profound cultivation base. If he doesn't want to become a knocker, our family will also have a headache."

"But he accepted it willingly, and just entrusted our family with one thing."

"Take care of his son."

That day a fire broke out in the city, and despite the heavy rain, the fire was still raging.

On the city wall, Mu Gesheng fired all the bullets, exhausted all his strength, and sweared the worst swear words that he had ever known in his life. Shouts, the whole world's hissing swept towards him, exploded with a bang, collapsed with a bang, and finally turned into a thick dead silence.

The moment the artillery fire hit, Chai Shuxin dragged the people around him, and the next moment the world collapsed and the earth collapsed.

Among the ruined walls, Song Wentong looked up at the sky that was about to break dawn, and fell back, blood splattering.

Wu Nian fell from the drum, and the heavy rain washed the paint on her face, revealing a girlish face.

Wu Zixu knelt in the rain, took out the Guwang cigarette stick, and picked up a handful of ashes from the ground.

In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest. How many times have I known how to fight?Thousands of miles of solitary graves, infinite mountains and rivers.

At dawn, the city was broken.

Dancing all over the city.

Let the country fall again.

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The fourth wave washes the sand

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