The Heavens: Falling Ink From Douluo

Chapter 679 Zhang Wuji climbs to the Bright Summit at night
  Zhang Wuji and Yin Li are both miserable people.

One is the daughter of King Yin Ye.

One is the son of Yin Yewang's sister.

A man who lost his mother in childhood.

A young man lost his father and mother.

Yin Li should be regarded as Zhang Wuji's cousin, but compared with Zhang Wuji, who has a more complicated life experience, Yin Li is a little less sentimental.

There was only worry, a little more quietly.

Her purpose in coming to Guangmingding was pure.

Just to assassinate her father, King Yin Ye.

Among them, there is a lot of inside information.

I won’t go into details one by one.

But I saw with my own eyes that Wei Yixiao, one of the four Dharma kings who was as famous as his grandfather, the White-browed Eagle King, died tragically. If he said he was not afraid at all, it would be a lie. Unconsciously, he felt a little more resigned.

Zhang Wuji was more frightened.

He was kind-hearted, indecisive, and biased against the right path. When he saw Wei Yixiao's head, he immediately understood the determination of the six major sects in this trip, but he neither wanted his grandfather Yin Tianzheng to die, nor did he want the Wudang sect to participate. Among them, he met his relatives with swords, because both the Ming Cult and the Wudang Sect were his relatives, so there is nothing wrong with wanting to be greedy and say "I want them all".

It's human nature.

Everyone is willing to gain and no one is willing to lose.

Therefore, if the head of the Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao had not been hung on the flagpole, Zhang Wuji would have had great confidence in persuading the Wudang Sect and Yin Tianzheng to withdraw from the battle. Even if he could not prevent the head-on conflict between the six sects and Guangmingding, Wudang would be Pai and Yin Tianzheng were dragged out together, and he believed that he was still capable of doing it.

But the Green-winged Bat King shook his head.

Even if he had thought about it, he still couldn't say it.

Those who disturb the morale of the army can be killed according to law.

Even if the six sects are not the army, they can advise before the war that peace is the most important thing. No matter who it is, the six sects will punish them sternly.

He joined in by accident.

A loose person from the world of martial arts who is regarded as an assistant by the six major sects.

The only ones he wanted to save were the Wudang Clan and Yin Tianzheng.

He didn't care about the life and death of other members of the Ming Cult, nor the lives of the other five sects of the six sects. He had never forgotten who forced his parents to death, namely several people led by Master Miejie. "A decent family", it is still too difficult for him to save these people. Not adding insult to injury is his greatest kindness.

Return to the small tent where you and Yin Li live.

Hesitated for a long time.

After all, he still stamped his feet and said, "No!"

"What doesn't work?"

Yin Li had long noticed Zhang Wuji's uneasiness.

A big living person was walking around in the tent.

Who can't see this worried look?
  Seeing that Zhang Wuji seemed to have made up his mind, after finishing speaking, he was about to lift the tent door and leave the tent, and quickly asked: "Where do you want to go?"

Zhang Wuji, who had his back to Yin Li, shook his head.

At this time, Zhang Wuji didn't know that Yin Li was the daughter of his uncle, King Yin Ye.

Therefore, even if he was hiding all kinds of pain in his heart, he did not dare to reveal it to Yin Li.

The corners of his mouth rose stiffly.

The palm of the hand has opened the door curtain.

Looking at the starry night sky outside the door, the unnatural smile finally turned around, implicit and polite but unfamiliar: "It's okay, I just can't calm down. I didn't expect an innate master to behave like that... well ...In such a horrible way, I walked into hell. I went outside to relax. I heard that the six major sects were going to besiege Guangmingding. It was not safe. Miss Zhuer, if there is no need, just leave quickly. It only takes a day and a half to find someone. , take shelter from the limelight, and keep the green hills without fear of running out of firewood!" Zhang Wuji didn't know whether this "Zhuer Girl" could understand his hint.

It's just that he thinks he has no regrets.

Some words are destined not to be said clearly.

He can't say that I plan to go to my great uncle Song Yuanqiao to beg for mercy, and then climb to Guangming Peak overnight to find his grandfather Yin Tianzheng and uncle Yin Yewang, and then persuade these two people to leave as soon as possible, right?
  Heart is under the kyte.

He believed that "Miss Zhuer" would not harm him.

Things can be accomplished by secret.

Even if you mean well, you can't tell them directly.

Therefore, after leaving the advice that he believed to be the most benevolent thing, Zhang Wuji no longer hesitated and took a firm step. His figure was blocked by the falling door curtain and completely disappeared from Yin Li's sight.

And on the other side.

Lin Chaoci lay on the bed and turned over.

The large tent, which was several times larger than the small tent where Zhang Wuji and Yin Li were, was the honor given to him by the Kunlun Sect as an innate master. At this moment, only he and Zhao Min were sleeping on separate beds, even though no one was asleep.

It seemed that he heard Lin Chaoci turning over.

After waiting for a breath, Zhao Min, who was as awake as Lin Chaoci, whispered: "Lin Chaoci, can I ask you a question?"

"Just tell me~"

Lin Chaoci scratched his hair.

He closed his eyes and replied without looking back.

After another breath or two, Zhao Min spoke again. Even though she didn't say anything, the sudden courage in her tone still showed that in these two breaths and five or six seconds, she How much effort have you made: "Will you discriminate against me?"

“Why discriminate?”

"Because you are from Yuan Dynasty?"

"Because your ancestors raised a butcher's knife against the Han people?"

"Because your imperial uncle doesn't regard Han people as human beings?"

Lin Chaoci closed his eyes and his heart was as solid as stone.

There was no trace of fluctuation in his tone.

Calm and scary.

Because he is this kind of person: "Zhao Min, I don't like preaching, because the more I know, the more I will realize my ignorance, and preaching is actually the same way of communication as the essence of discrimination - -They all use a disguised way of belittling others to improve their own status. They can't even improve their own status. They just want to find a moral high ground for themselves. Therefore, a truly polite and strong person will never use that condescending tone. Preaching, they will define this way of communication as talking about morality, and discrimination is also the same reason - only uncultivated people will look at others in this way; therefore, I would like to ask you to remember that for me, I will not discriminate against anyone, because my body contains blood from all over the world. If I discriminate against anyone, I am discriminating against myself. Therefore, I don’t care about your race. I only care about whether you are my friend. I will Destroying a certain dynasty because of my personal needs and preferences is like me being the spokesperson of heaven. Some are work and some are life. However, I will not be manipulated by public opinion, nor will I act because of discrimination; but can People who are subject to these restrictions are essentially narrow-minded!”

A feeling of pride surged into Zhao Min's heart.

Don't care about race.

Rather care about your identity.

This kind of friendship that puts individuals above race is really... indescribable. It's the kind of friendship where you know he is wrong, you know you are wrong, but you can't hurt him or betray him. You can fight the whole world for him, and he will fight the whole world for you because of your eternal trust!

"Besides, do you think the emperor of the Han people regards his own Han people as human beings?"

"Except those few heroes and wise masters."

"How many monarchs regard all the people in the world as nothing?"

"How many princes treat the common people under their rule like pigs and dogs?"

In the dark camp, Lin Chaoci sighed particularly heavily: "If that Taizu was still alive, I would be willing to be a small citizen, a soldier, and a public servant under his rule. I would do my best to help him conquer the world. Strive for fewer sacrifices, so that there will be two less corpses frozen to death on the snowy mountains, and drag out the warriors swallowed by the mud. However, he is gone, and no matter how nice the words of the remaining emperors are, they are just bullshit. The difference is that there are those who think about the people, and those who don't, and those who don't care about the people at all. All the emperors in the world are dead, why should I discriminate?"

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