71. Bananas and Pears for a While, Clouds Hang and Wild Stars Appear

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Dusk clouds hang over the starfield, and the sound of the flute is melodious.

Since the idle order was issued on the 17th, everyone has his own busy work and his own leisure time. Busy people are busy, planning, training, planning, and trying not to make any mistakes. Those who are idle, such as Luo Ming, Abulus and others, have long passed the days when they need to be busy. What is regarded as the last leisure in life is exactly what they need most now.

Since the leisure order was issued on the 17th, the sound of flutes has often been heard in the mountains and fields.

Sometimes on the top of the mountain, sometimes in the shade of flowers, sometimes in a deserted place, sometimes among everyone.

Bosang's flute has always been popular. The tune he played was obviously very ordinary, no one could tell what tune it was. Some are sad and some are familiar, but no one can give a definite name. I just feel vaguely nostalgic. It seems that I have been used to hearing it for a long time, but I don’t know when I forgot it.

Bo Sang looked at the misty clouds and mountains alone. He put down his flute and took out a banana from his arms. He peeled off the skin slowly and said

"Since you are looking for me, why not be more upright. It seems like we have some shady deal.

"Since you want to be fair, why not choose a place with a lot of people and let me find you."

Ming Feizhen stepped out slowly from behind the rock. He didn't know when he came, maybe before playing the flute, maybe after. He stood beside Bosang, looked at the sea of ​​clouds, and murmured.

"I have read the ancient books of the witch sect. Wan Yu Peak is known as the spiritual mountain of the witch sect because of the phoenix that lives there. However, the palace of the witch emperor has never been built here. In order to restore the prestige of the shaman sect, the Great Spirit Witch made a high-profile visit to the sect. The Wuhuang Palace was built on the highest mountain in Anxi, Xia Cang.

In fact, this place has been the territory of the Demon Eye Sect since the first generation of the Witch King. Training witch soldiers for the witch sect and sharpening sharp knives have always been the place where the witch king carries his sword. It can be said to be the sheath of witchcraft. Even if that bastard is not defeated by me, he will be chopped with a knife sooner or later. "

Bo Sang looked at the cloud at the same time, without asking aloud why he suddenly started talking about the witchcraft tradition, and said calmly: "What do you want to see me for?"

Ming Feizhen didn't answer him, but said.

“There’s something special about your eyes.

Bosang stroked his face and said nervously.

"I didn't wash my face this morning, so I have a lot of gum in my eyes. I'm sorry."

"It's anger."

Ming Feizhen interrupted him and looked at him with a look that could crush the mask hanging on his chronic personality.

"What are you chasing and hating fiercely? You hate the goal that you can't accomplish, and you hate yourself that you can't achieve it. Your actions are very wild and fierce. You stir up a rebellion on the side of evil. With the Hesna tribe like this - A lonely army wants to fight against a big country. A lonely man patrols back and forth on the border, and even sends people to look for Alan. It does not fit well with the character you show. Without strong anger to support it, it is difficult for me to imagine what can be done Let - individuals diverge so sharply in action and character.'

Bosang looked at him with quiet eyes and spoke quietly.

"In my impression, I haven't said a few words to you."

"What are two hotheads talking so much about? They don't want to fall in love.

Ming Feizhen sat on the big rock with his buttocks, letting the mountain wind hit his chest.

"Have you never thought about becoming the Witch King?"

The Witch King of the witch religion does not adhere to the traditions passed down from generation to generation. Although there are such situations, according to the doctrine, the descendants of the Witch Emperor are not qualified to inherit the throne. The person who can truly inherit the throne of the Witch King is a person with extraordinary talents.

Legend has it that after the Witch King dies, his talents will be reincarnated into another new life. That is the new generation of Witch King. The Witch King was born with the ability to understand the language of animals and tame all the beasts on the earth. He was the master of all living things in Xiacang.

This kind of power exists, and it exists in the young leader of the Hesna tribe next to Ming Feizhen.

Bosang paused and said.

...Why do you know?

"There have been many battles for power in the history of witchcraft, and each time it was extremely fierce. But as soon as the Witch King appeared, the war was immediately wiped out, and no one dared to fight. You are Uncle Phoenix Blood's apprentice. I don't believe him. I can’t see it, and after I see it, I won’t fail to tell you about your fate.”

"This doesn't explain why you know.

"You may not know it yourself."

Ming Feizhen smiled and pointed to the rocks not far away.

"There is always a shadow hiding behind you."

Bosang didn't look over, but suddenly said: "It turns out to be the master of the Demon Eye Sect.'

"Since you entered the mountain, Demon Eye Luohou has never left your side. I have always wondered why he, a person who puts the rules of witchcraft first, allows me to act so randomly in Wan Yu Peak. Later I figured out that if the Allah he believed in had not appeared in this world, he would not have interfered with my business. Maybe the Demon Eye Sect has also disappeared into the Ten Thousand Yu Mountains, just like the Phoenix Sacred Tree, let you No one can find it

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Bosang nodded and said seriously, "This country is in a broken state. Let's read light novels."

Ming Feizhen waved his hand, indicating that this was a trivial matter and not worth mentioning.

"I came to you just to ask you. What do you want in Niyao?"

"My ancestors were once said to be traitors to the kingdom. The Hesna clan used to be the soldiers who protected the Bosang royal family. But they were slandered as traitors who killed the king.

I never know how my ancestors felt at that time. Until I saw my lord disappear before me.

What kind of heart-wrenching pain it was. Injustice is nothing.

No wonder he wants to live, suffers humiliation, falls in the mud countless times, still clenches his teeth, the only thing he wants is the truth.

I don't think he wants to vindicate himself, he really wants to know what killed his king. No matter what kind of wind and frost he has gone through, I believe he only wants this. ’

"Just like you, right?"

"Your ancestors chose to be patient, and you chose to resist. In fact, it's essentially the same thing. You just want to know what happened in Niyao back then."

....It was originally the same.

Bo Sang looked at the sea of ​​clouds and said calmly: "Do you know how many people from the Hesna tribe die every year? It's not war or horse bandits. It's illness and starvation...Ten years ago, it was a little colder. Winter can kill our entire tribe. Even now it is not easy. Every New Year, I have to brace myself to calculate how many people will die this year. That is a difficult job. I I want to know why my people are suffering so much. I want to know whether we are treasonous.

I want more than the truth.

I want truth, and glory.

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“That’s enough.

Ming Feizhen stood up, turned and walked away.

"Without your support, this battle cannot be won. I'm not talking about Hesna Chiyu, who was born as a Witch King. I'm talking about Weilong Bosang, who worked hard to achieve this. I think you know what I mean.

Looking at the walking figure, Bosang suddenly said.

"There's something in your eyes too."

Ming Fei really stopped." He took another step.

"I have to wash my face.

"That is the realization of mortality." Bosang cut off his words. "It seems you really know the truth about Nie Yao."

Ming Feizhen turned his head and looked at Bosang with cold eyes.

"Maybe you and I are the only ones on Wan Yu Peak who know about this. You know what to do.

Bosang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "I won't tell anyone.

Ming Feizhen smiled slightly and raised the fruit in his hand.

"Thank you for the banana. I'll treat you to a pear when you have time."

Bosang watched him walk away and shook his head slowly.

"Well, I'm afraid I can't count on this pear meal.

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