The sword is the devil

Chapter 622 The Killing of Consciousness 1
The floating raft entered the ground of Sanjiang Mansion, and the three of them felt a little relaxed. This place is already within Bei'anhe's sphere of influence. It may be inevitable that there will still be opponents, but they will not appear in large numbers.

"Brother, Fufeng City is ahead, do you want to go down and have a look?" Lan Ting asked with concern.

They are already very familiar with each other, and the two women also know that his hometown is Fufeng City in Sanjiang Prefecture, and he hasn't returned for decades.

"The two sisters are interested, and you are still tired. You have traveled a long way. Speaking carefully, how long have you not come back? 60 years or 70 years?"

Lan Ruo smiled slightly, "67 years! The last time the senior brother came back, he helped the family with trivial matters. We haven't had a chance to thank the senior brother, but now the debts are piling up, and we don't know how to repay..."

Hou Tiao said softly: "There is no need to talk about these things between us, let alone talk about debts, um, how is the family affairs now? How is the development of Wen Laosi's branch now? The treasure gourd I left Can it be opened?"

Lan Ruo smiled, "Fourth Uncle Wen's lineage is developing very well now, and now it belongs to the Bei'anhe lineage, and has a long stamina, but I don't know if the elder brother's treasure gourd is opened, and I dare not ask, so I just want to ask." Afraid to ask a lot of trouble."

It was nearly evening, and the floating raft lowered its height on purpose, preparing to fly low over Fufeng City. Of course Hou Tiao would not abandon the public for personal reasons, but the two women still hoped that he could take a closer look at their hometown. Who can tell if there is such an opportunity?

It was already dark, and the lights in the city were lit up. Although it was not as bright as a big city, there was a special scene under the stars.

The three of them stood in front of the window of the raft bridge. At a deliberately slowed speed, they felt the lights rushing towards them, and the breath of countless mortal lives.

No one can feel that among the countless lights, there is also a set of things that do not belong to the mortal world. It is a set of very clever mirages, submerged in the lights, and integrated into one, so that the monks do not know. I feel immersed in it and can't extricate myself.

The environment, the atmosphere, the mood, the past, the nostalgia... Countless things in the heart create a phantom created by one's own mental barriers, so harmonious and natural, seamless.

No one can escape, because it is precisely themselves who lead them into the illusion!

The environment is born from the heart, the scene is born from the mind, and all troubles are born from the inner obsession. Even if you think it has passed, forgotten, and become history, it still exists.

Gao Ming's illusion is based on this, and people are unconsciously fascinated by it.

...Hou Tiao didn't feel that there was anything abnormal about him at all. He felt that this was a kind of nostalgia for the past.

When countless lights came towards him, it was as if countless fragments of memory flew in, and he couldn't help but sink into it. Slowly, he forgot the fact that he was a cultivator, and he forgot what the flying sword in his hand brought to him. With a sense of fulfillment, his thoughts returned to that unforgettable day decades ago.

It's just that what was repeated in his memory was not what actually happened, but the direction he was most worried about in his heart... His worry didn't really happen at that time, but at that time, it troubled him deeply, until now I still can't let go of my subconscious, and under the current special environment, under the deliberate guidance of someone with a heart, I fell into it step by step.

In the reality that happened, he was taken away by Taoist Chong Ling, but what he was most worried about at the time was that he would be left in Fufeng City after killing people in court, and be dealt with by the local government.

Just like now, worrying about being reflected in the illusion...

... At noon, with the scorching sun hanging high, he dragged his heavy shackles, and dragged along the long street step by step; his hands were imprisoned in the heavy shackles, and there were big words on the death card on his back: Desperado Waiting!

He committed a crime and murdered in court, which is an unforgivable crime; after the case was reported to higher levels, he finally waited for the result several months later, and he was asked to be executed after autumn.

Now it is after autumn, and every year at this time, a large number of criminals go to where they should go.

On both sides of the long street, there are crowds of people watching. People are always very excited at this time, as if they are celebrating a festival; whenever criminals pass by, they will attract the noise of the crowd, cursing, crying, or pure venting .

Most of the people in front got curses, rotten chicken eggs, and everything that could be thrown out; but when he came over, there were more sympathetic looks from people. If there were no soldiers blocking him, someone would be unable to control him The resident offered him good wine before leaving to show off his beauty.

But his heart is ashamed, what's the use?This can't change anything?When his head falls, people will eventually forget him and everything he has done for the people here.

Without life, everything has no meaning.

No matter how long the long street is, it will eventually end. With iron chains on his body, he was pressed and knelt in the field of autumn cuts, and a dozen or so heinous criminals lined up in a row.

Some are shitty, some are fearless, and some are resigned to fate.

He just felt that there was a surge of anger in his heart that had nowhere to go, hating the injustice and bad luck; killing people to pay for their lives, debts and money, this was understandable, but he regretted that his possibly brilliant life came to an abrupt end, and there was no more There is room for turning around.

At this moment, he finally understood why his father did everything?To live for the law, one must have the awareness to die for the law.

The hustle and bustle of the surroundings has gone away, what he can hear now is only an inch away, and only the strong beating heart can prove that he is alive.

He wanted to use the sword to break into the road, but he didn't want to break himself into death.

Is it worth it?May be, may not be!But looking back, at the moment when he killed someone in court, he was not a pure legal person!
He is just a speculator, an impure person for his own purpose, and has nothing to do with justice!

Therefore, under the law of heaven, there is today's cut, and he has not been wronged at all.

It was past noon, and the trumpet was booming. A soldier grabbed the life plate on the criminal's back and shouted his name; the executioner behind him raised his hands, the knife flashed, and the head fell to the ground... Then there were cheers from countless onlookers around.

One after another, blood splattered and filled with yellow sand; even if you were as bold as waiting, you could feel the footsteps of the god of death getting closer in this atmosphere, and you couldn't help but feel a chill rise from the tail cone.

It was coming to an end, and he didn't even have time to reflect on his imperfect life.

At this time, the executioner standing behind him spoke softly in a voice that only the two of them could hear,
"Xing Ji, I am Hei San, I was rescued by you once, and I would like to help Xing Ji today; I will cut it down with a knife, and I will only break the rope without breaking the head; after the rope is broken, you will run, as far as you can, thousands of years Don't look back, remember to remember!"

(End of this chapter)