From Yitian to rampage

Jiangtou is not a turmoil, don't have a hard way to travel!

But Zhang Wuji said that when he got off Wudang Mountain, he rode all the way, planning to rush to Hanshui, then go down the river, take a boat to Zhenjiang, and then transfer to Jiaxing by land.

(Note: The new version of the TV series does not mention the location of the main rudder of the Tianying Sect, so the description in the original work is used here, that is, "the top of the eagle's nest at the Nanbei Lake in Haiyan County, Jiangnan".)

Taking the road of Hanshui, Zhang Wuji also thought in his heart, would he still be able to meet a destined girl because of the restraint of fate?

But he doesn't know the answer, he can only say it depends on God's arrangement.

After all, God's arrangement is the biggest, and he is just a small mortal, so he can only follow the arrangement of God.

Just like someone said: "God arranged, isn't it enough for you to be a stinky fart?"

Zhang Wuji went all the way south, and it was the first time he walked into this era alone to meet the fate that was about to unfold, which made him feel excited.

No matter how sensible, mature and intelligent he was since he was a child, and how much he wanted to be separated from his previous life, he had to admit that the influence of his previous life still existed on him.

There is a side of him in his heart, and he is still the young man who once yearned for happiness and hatred, and roamed the rivers and lakes!

But as he got farther and farther away from Wudang Mountain, the excitement and excitement in his heart continued to recede.

The real world unfolded before his eyes for the first time, and what he saw and heard was shocking. What he saw this time was far more tragic than what his family saw when they returned to Wudang Mountain.

This also makes him more clearly understand that he is in a living world, not a so-called dream.

All kinds of past life and current scene, light and shadow intertwined in his mind.

The past life is like a beautiful and exquisite oil painting, which is full of colorful colors, symbolizing the beauty of life.

The current world is like a black and white painting, only monotonous black and white, full of the despair and helplessness of life, people look at it and feel depressed.

Without really stepping into this chaotic era, it is really hard to understand Zhang Wuji's feelings at the moment.

It may be hard for you to imagine that you can't even see a house after walking for twenty or thirty miles. It's like walking in a virgin forest with no one in it. Except for the sounds of animals and insects in the forest, you can't hear other people's voices. .It was hard to see the smoke rising from the kitchen, but when I got closer, I found it was the embers of the burned village.

You may not be able to imagine that there are dozens of households in a village, and the heads of people are piled up into a small hill.The men were slaughtered, the women were raped and ravaged, and the bones of the children were boiled in the pot...

Hell is empty, and the devil is in the world!

Zhang Wuji didn't understand why the elders of Wudang, even someone like Zhang Sanfeng, the grand master, would have undisguised hatred when they mentioned Yuan people.

In the past, based on his only knowledge of the Yuan Dynasty, he only thought that it was the Yuan Dynasty's racial discrimination policy of dividing people into four classes, as well as various maladministration and corruption in the later period of the dynasty, which oppressed the people at the bottom so that they could not survive. The hatred of the Han people towards the Yuan people.

But when he is now really in the background of this era, he knows what is shocking and what is purgatory on earth!

For no reason, a fire surged in his body, a fire that wanted to burn everything.

Suddenly, he vaguely heard someone's voice, it was an extremely weak, but extremely unwilling cry.

If it weren't for the fact that he has already reached the level of visceral training, and his true energy can spread to many acupoints in the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, he might not be able to hear this sound.

He circulated the innate qi to his ears, carefully discerned the source of the sound, and finally found a person who was still alive in a corner of the ruins.

Judging from the figure of this person, Zhang Wuji could only tell that it was a woman.Because the fire had already burned her out of shape, and she couldn't see her original face at all.

Zhang Wuji leaned down, sent a trace of innate energy to the woman, and barely held the woman's breath.

From her outburst of will to survive, Zhang Wuji knew that she must have extremely unwilling resentment, that's why she was still struggling to persevere when she was dying.

He knew he couldn't save her, but he still wanted to ask this woman, but he still had any unfulfilled wish.If it can be done, he is naturally willing to fulfill it.

"Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" Zhang Wuji leaned over and asked.

"Chou... Tar... Zi... La... Ma"

As if hearing a human voice, the woman opened her lips slightly.

Zhang Wuji didn't hear clearly, so he leaned down a little more, and finally heard four words vaguely.

"Revenge... Tartar... son..."

Hearing this, Zhang Wuji closed his eyes deeply, and quickly responded: "I heard your wish, you can rest assured."

The woman's lips parted slightly, and she died instantly.

Maybe she persisted for so long just to hear Zhang Wuji's words.

Zhang Wuji got up and looked around, only felt the heat wave hit his face, as if he was in purgatory, suddenly flames rose from his body, but his heart was as cold as ice.

With a wave of his hand, he completely smashed the ruins and buried the woman inside.

He didn't disturb the people at the entrance of the village and the bones in the pot. Instead, he took branches, surrounded the city with two pyres, and cremated these people.

"May you wash away the misery of this life in the flames, so that you can live in a peaceful age in the next life."

Zhang Wuji looked at the blazing fire, and there were two blazing fires in his eyes.

Afterwards, he stepped on the road again and continued to Hanshui.

Seeing such a tragedy, he also wondered why no one in Wudang Mountain received the news, so that the whole village was slaughtered.

Until the next morning, he came to a small mountain village with only ruins left.

Looking at similar scenes, he recalled a period of time when his uncles often went down the mountain, and every time they came back they looked exhausted, but in the end they all returned to Wudang Mountain with heavy faces.

He suddenly understood that it wasn't that they couldn't save them, but that they couldn't save them at all.

They are human beings, they are not gods.They are heroes that everyone admires, but they are not gods and Buddhas who save the suffering.

They cannot save this era, nor can they save the people of the world.

Zhang Wuji also understood at this time why he agreed to become the leader of Mingjiao in the original book.

You know, Grand Master Zhang Sanfeng told him that he must never join the Devil's Cult, but he still joined without hesitation.

Although forced by the situation at that time, Mingjiao was in the midst of life and death, so wouldn't it have been influenced by what he had seen and heard for more than ten years?

He really understands that the Central Plains Wulin who blindly compete for the dragon sword is unreliable.

Only when the Mingjiao is truly engaged in revolution and leads the uprising army to rebel against the Yuan Dynasty, this is the real way to end this troubled world, and only then can the whole world usher in peace.