From Yitian to rampage

This morning, the sun was in full bloom.

Zhang Wuji saw a tree-lined forest in front of him, so he was going to lead the horse into the forest to rest for a while.

He took out the dry food and water, and just after taking a few mouthfuls, he suddenly heard the sound of flocks of birds flying in the distance, and densely packed birds flew out in groups from a mountain depression.

Immediately afterwards, he saw thick smoke rising from the mountain depression, and the crimson fire reflected half of the sky red.

He realized that something was wrong, and it was very likely that those Yuan soldiers who had done evil before were doing the same thing.

Before he had time to think about it, he quickly packed up his things, mounted his horse and headed towards the col.

Unfortunately, he was still a step late.

When he arrived, the place was already empty, only the house that had been set alight and dead bodies all over the place.

All the dead were stabbed at the vital parts of their bodies, and they were killed with a single blow, which shows that the murderers were not ordinary stragglers, they were extremely vicious and decisive, and they were well versed in the art of killing.

Among the dead were men and women, old and young. The elders might be five or sixty years old, and the young ones might not be full-term.

The suffocating scene was still in the iron pot erected at the head of the village, with two old men and a man lying down beside them. Their faces before death were full of resentment and distortion. It can be seen how desperate and unwilling they died.

Zhang Wuji took a little look at the dead bodies all over the floor, and found that the number of women was significantly less, and most of the dead were men and elderly people.

Combined with the scene of the fire that was still burning here, he immediately realized that the group of people might not be far from him.

He didn't have time to deal with the corpses all over the ground, so he got on his horse and chased after him.

Finally, a quarter of an hour later, he heard men's laughter coming from the woods ahead, as well as women's cursing and crying.

Zhang Wuji rode into the forest, and soon saw an unsightly scene.

I saw five or six horses parked in the open space in the forest, and the armor of the Yuan people and the dresses of women were scattered on the ground.

From the woods came the wretched and wanton grinning of the men, the Mongolian language he couldn't understand, and the desperate cries and moans of the women.

Zhang Wuji instantly felt a rush of blood rushing to the top of his head.

It was the blood in my heart surging and roaring.

His eyes were as cold as ice, and the blood in his body was boiling. He drew his knife and rushed into the forest.

There were about a dozen yuan soldiers, each with five or six people forming a circle, naked, wantonly insulting the three women.

"Beasts!"

Zhang Wuji shouted coldly, startling Yuan Bing immediately, they all stood up and put clothes on themselves, quickly picked up the scimitar on the ground, and surrounded Zhang Wuji.

One of the Yuan soldiers in the lead said: "The little hairy boy from there, dare to disturb the interest of the old men, are you impatient?"

Listening to Yuan Bing's crappy Central Plains accent and seeing their hideous and disgusting ugliness, Zhang Wuji didn't want to watch it anymore.

"Give me death!"

Zhang Wuji swung his long saber, and Ling Bo's micro-stepping movements unfolded, and he burst out with ghostly speed almost instantly, and came in front of the leader Yuan Bing.

He could still see the gradually panicked expression of this Yuan soldier, but there was no fluctuation in his heart. He felt that what he was about to slaughter were animals, animals in human skin, and there was no need to be soft-hearted when dealing with animals.

With a swipe of his long knife, he slashed across the Yuan Bing's neck, and blood blossomed under the knife.

He slipped his foot and quickly came in front of another Yuan soldier. The blade cut a curve, and the throat of another Yuan soldier was cut by the sharp blade.

He seemed to change form and shadow, from the first Yuan soldier to the last Yuan soldier, every time the knife in his hand drew an arc, a flower of blood would bloom.

When he put the knife back into its sheath, the Yuan soldiers behind him fell down one after another, but they didn't even have time to scream, and the ground was quickly stained red with bright red blood.

He took out three sets of clothes from the package, went to the three naked women, and put the clothes on the ground.

He turned around and said, "You wear these clothes first, I have killed those beasts, your great enemy..."

Zhang Wuji hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly felt someone attacking from behind him, so he quickly used Lingbo to avoid it.

It was one of the women who was staring at him with resentment.

"why?"

"Why didn't you come and save us sooner?"

"If you had come here sooner, none of my folks would have died!"

"My child, my child... will not die either!"

"Aren't you good at martial arts? Aren't you heroes? Aren't you chivalrous?"

"why?"

Zhang Wuji suddenly trembled and closed his eyes.He was a little afraid to look into the woman's eyes.Because he knew that it must be a look of hatred and madness.

He also knew that the woman said "you" did not refer to him alone, but to all the people in the martial arts world.

The next moment, he heard the heart-piercing cries of the women.

Zhang Wuji was silent.

After a long time, he heard the women stop.

At this time, a female voice rang in the ear.

"Young man, please forgive me for being rude for a while. The lady thank you for killing those animals. In this way, the villagers can rest in peace."

Zhang Wuji opened his eyes and saw three tidy women.

He looked calm and said: "It's okay. I accept your thanks. Regarding your question just now, I can only say that you are not a god in the sky who knows martial arts. I can save the people I meet, but I can't save the world Everyone. The only ones who can really save the world are ourselves.”

Immediately, he turned and left. Suddenly he remembered something and said: "After I leave, you can commit suicide, or you can find another place to live. But no matter what you choose, it is your own decision. I can save you for a while, But I can’t save your life. I can only say that as long as I am still alive, I will definitely drive away the Tartars in the future and restore peace to the world. Whether you take me as a consolation or a big talk, I can do it that's it."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Wuji rode away on his horse.

He has not turned back, and will not turn back, because his path is destined to be ahead.

The past cannot be changed, but the future can be determined.

Man will conquer nature, nothing more than that.

He can't change what has happened, and he can't change other people's decisions.

The only thing he can do is to grasp the direction of the future, let all this end in his hands, so that people in the future will no longer suffer such hellish treatment.

After Zhang Wuji left, the three women looked at each other silently, but in the end they turned their backs and stopped looking at each other.

After a while, there was the sound of a sharp knife entering the body, and the sound of someone falling down, but no one looked back, just like Zhang Wuji said, no matter what decision they made, it was their own decision.

In the end, only one woman walked out of the forest and walked towards a path she didn't know.