On the dark ancient city walls in Jiangnan, Chen Yuyang's arm was constantly groping with the bright moon in the sky to explore the ancient rhyme ruins left six hundred years ago. The sound of the wind kept passing by in his ears, as if conveying the battle and blood from six hundred years ago. The sorrow of a general's success and thousands of bones slowly came a few words in the wind in the wilderness.

It is truly a city of smoke and sand, with blood and tears falling, and the remaining horses split into armor, spreading the world. But who knows that the sorrow of a famous general, dyed his hands with blood, has always been fighting for others in the world. He is only willing to return to the field to unload his armor, and after he goes back, he can still hold up a cup of fragrant tea that Yiren brewed for him.

The ancient battlefield, this is the ancient battlefield in Jiangnan. The sadness of history is constantly staged in front of us, over and over again, never getting tired of it. Banners, blood, and killing. Only these, in ancient times, to stand at the peak of power, we must have these foils, which only hurt the people, so the ancients had the lament of the lament of reviving the people and destroying the people.

Today, Chen Yuyang returns to this ancient city wall that witnesses history. It has witnessed the rise and prosperity of the Ming Dynasty and the sorrow of the decline of countless dynasties. As a later generation, Chen Yuyang sighs his own sighs, saying that it is a kind of compassion for the world, but a kind of ruthless tune of a saint.

At this moment, Chen Yuyang seemed to be getting closer to the saint's mood. The ancient well was not ruthless, and thousands of people died in front of him without changing their expressions. This is what a king should have, but even a king had a little sensitive and soft heart, but the saint did not. In their opinion, these struggles in the mortal world were just fights between some ants.

Just imagine, who would be sad when watching a group of ants fight? He is high above and controls the fate of all living things. This has become the inherent posture of the saints. Perhaps they have also had some tenderness in their hearts, but under the foundation of time, their hearts have begun to experience more and more tempering.

Ruthless years can destroy everything, including a sincere heart. Every day, you will always become ruthless when you watch the same tides rise and fall, and when you watch the same sun rise and fall.

As an individual who is above these history, Chen Yuyang's sigh is just an exclamation. Even if he stands in the clouds at this moment, standing with his hands behind his back and keeps watching the ants fighting below, the ruthless battlefield will not lend a helping hand, because he will naturally think that this is what it should be. These people fight for power, whether they die or not.

He could only sigh as a third party, this is a saint. The saint loves the world very much, but it is the most ruthless.

Just like now, looking into the Zhu family in Yiyang in the distance, although he knew that his behavior had caused huge waves, his deep eyes would not flash with a trace of regret and guilt. On the road to power conquest, there will always be some founders to act as cannon fodder for power.

At this moment, Chen Yuyang was standing on the ancient city wall in Jiangnan, even though he had the urge to give advice and excited words. But it immediately calmed down, because this country was just the country of mortals, and this world was just the world of mortals, and a feeling of indifference in the world was angry.

I lit a cigarette, regardless of what the tiger behind me was thinking, and just asked casually: "Tiger, what is the meaning of life? What is the meaning of us demon races? It is true that the demon race has endless life, but is it really interesting to look at this world without changing and laugh at this world?"

The tiger was indifferent. He was a demon clan or a very high-level demon clan, but the wisdom of the tiger in the demon clan was not very good. So he was a little confused. He had no way to answer such a profound question, but just said: "Your Majesty, I can't answer your question. What is the meaning of the demon clan? I'm just forgiving, those nonsense sayings about reviving the demon clan are nonsense. Anyway, I, the tiger, will not regard this as the meaning of the demon clan!"

Chen Yuyang was stunned at first, then laughed loudly, saying, "Then tell me as a tiger and your ideal, what is the meaning of your endless life?"

The tiger groped for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, the life of animals and even demons is very simple. The tides are ebbing and flowing. We are nothing more than eating and living. Being able to drink happily and be able to have big mouthfuls of meat, then we will be very satisfied and soon!" After a pause, the tiger continued, "But I have a new pursuit now!"

"Oh, what is that pursuit?" Chen Yuyang suddenly said curiously.

The tiger smiled and said, "That is to kill people happily with His Majesty!"

Chen Yuyang choked and became silent. His answer to the tiger made him a little confused. Then he chuckled and said sneered: "Demons are demons. They will always be beastly and always be bloodthirsty." Suddenly, Chen Yuyang turned around and felt that his words were too absolute, and said: "But the demon clan also seems to have good times, which is undeniable!"

After a moment of silence, the tiger raised his head and asked, "Isn't this the same thing for humans?"

The tiger tilted its head, and its head seemed very cute, saying, "Sometimes humans were worse than the demon race. The cruelty of the demon race was for other races. The demon race loved their own tribes very much, so I would never tolerate someone who hurt me. But in the face of interests, humans were not recognized by their relatives. They even killed their own kind, and sometimes they were not as good as the demon race!"

Chen Yuyang laughed again and nodded, "No, not bad, humans are the same!"

The two of them were silent again, feeling the invasion of the cold wind beside them. Chen Yuyang knew that the battle in Yiyang had begun, and it was a battle without any suspense. In his opinion, it was also a battle without any passion or intention, so he prefers to chat with a guy like tiger.

Although stupid people are stupid, their stupid values ​​and outlook on life are sometimes always surprised by smart people, because their lives seem stupid, but they are not out of order. Instead, there are certain philosophical principles in it. The tiger's dull speech always gives Chen Yuyang something amazing.

"Tiger, if you are just an ordinary tiger, not a tiger demon king, then what do you want to do in your limited life?" Chen Yuyang asked again after a long time.

The tiger thought about it and laughed, "If I were just an ordinary tiger, it seems impossible for me to consider these issues. I just blindly chased my prey, eat my stomach, and ensured that I could survive. When I was old and couldn't run, I would die slowly!"

Chen Yuyang laughed again, then laughed twice and said, "It is indeed not easy to survive, survive!" hf();
Chapter completed!