Chapter 91 The Corpse Without a Shadow
The sixty-fourth time.
She opened her eyes and saw the dirty and messy cell in front of her, the sleeping Chu Wenruo, Huo Hengxuan who had not yet returned from his punishment, and the silent... body of Chen Kuang.
This was her sixty-fourth time returning here.
The first time, she was an ignorant four-year-old child. After breaking out of the siege, she accepted the assistance of Zhang Zhizhou, who claimed to be a disciple of Freedom Mountain.
Freedom Mountain is a beautiful peach mountain with endless peach blossoms all over the mountain. Students dressed in white, regardless of their status, recited sentences that she could not understand, and their eyes seemed to be filled with the light of the world.
Here she met the "Master", who was regarded as particularly powerful by everyone.
A little old man who is always smiling. He is not tall and his temperament is not majestic. He always holds a ruler in his hand. If he sees someone slacking off, he will jump up and hit him hard on the back of the head.
He doesn't seem to be very powerful, just an ordinary old man.
Zhang Zhizhou took her to meet the teacher. The teacher smiled when he saw her for the first time and praised her as a good child.
She put her hands on her hips like a little adult and retorted seriously, "I'm going to kill a lot of people in the future, so I definitely can't be a good child."
Chu Wenruo had been following her nervously, but when she heard this, she almost fainted.
In front of the teacher, he said that he would kill many people in the future. What was this kid thinking?
"Haha, you're still hungry, but you're sharing your buns with your mother. Isn't that a good thing?"
The Master patted her head and said, "This is the most difficult thing in the world. You have already done it, which makes you better than 99% of the people in the world. You are naturally a good child."
"As for killing..."
The Master asked, "Why did you kill someone?"
She howled and said, "Because many people want to kill me and my mother, I can only protect my mother by killing them."
The Master said, "There are so many people, and you only have two hands. Can you kill them all?"
"By then, won't you be exhausted to death?"
"What will you do when you're too tired to care about your mother? What if you can't beat them?"
She fell into deep thought, feeling a little embarrassed.
The Master said with a smile, "Don't worry, you can stay in Liberty Hill for a long time. When you figure it out, tell me the answer."
In this way, she spent six years in Liberty Hill, from being ignorant to understanding something.
She had seen many people coming and going in Freedom Mountain, from all kinds of countries and places. There were practitioners and ordinary people. Planting a peach tree in Freedom Mountain made them disciples of Freedom Mountain.
When leaving, you may leave with empty hands, or pick a peach blossom, or eat peaches from a tree, or take away a new seed.
Some people will come back, and they will look different when they come back.
With empty hands, he became the world's number one killer and died under that peach tree.
The man who picked a peach blossom became a powerful official in a certain country. He was full of worries and hungry. He came back and wanted to persuade the master to come out of seclusion, but he only stood under the peach tree for one night and left the shriveled peach blossom under the tree.
Some people are never seen again.
After eating peaches from a tree, he vowed to kill all the Yeman in Beiyuan. He fought a bloody battle with the Yeman king Achile for three thousand miles and died of exhaustion outside the Great Wall.
The one who took away a new seed fed the elixir that was originally intended to save his wife to the messenger who was responsible for the battle of Beiyuan, then knelt facing south and committed suicide.
Nine years later, the Master went into seclusion and she left Liberty Hill.
This year, she was thirteen years old, in the prime of her youth, and dressed in white.
The girl has no sword at her waist, but she is sharp.
After nine years at Liberty Hill, she has come to understand the ways of the world.
However, there was always a question in her heart - why did she grab the musician's body and cry because of it when she was in the cell as a child.
Who...is that person?
But this question now only occupies a small corner in her heart, and she has more important things to do.
Within a year, all Canglang Rouges were named after Su Huaiying.
At the age of fourteen, she returned to Liang State and summoned her old subordinates. However, she only then learned that the organization originally established by Huo Hengxuan, the "Tu Zhengguan", had collapsed under the siege of the Zhou people, and now there were only twenty or thirty people left.
At the age of fifteen, she formed the first team and expanded it rapidly, preparing to start an uprising from Liang State.
At sixteen, she died.
Sometimes, things in the world are so absurd and abrupt...
Only then did she realize that nine years later, the former members of the Liang State and the people of Liang State had already become accustomed to their current lives.
They already considered themselves to be Zhou people, and either their edges were smoothed out or they were willing to submit!
There are also some whose wives and husbands are Zhou people...
Su Huaiying's return is not good news for them, but a trouble!
She died at the hands of "her own people".
Just like before, it was the people in the city who opened the city gate for the Zhou State.
She thought that she had not yet given the teacher an answer, nor had she found the answer to the question in her heart.
But this is not the end, it is the beginning...
When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the dirty cell, staring blankly at her shrunken palm.
Chen Kuang's body beside him remained silent.
Memories suddenly came flooding back like a tide.
She remembered!
This is not reality, but a dream... No, not a dream.
Su Huaiying, who now had the mental capacity of a sixteen-year-old, suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the sword he had pulled out from the corpse!
This is definitely not a dream. No dream can be so long and so real.
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