Chapter 202
"We come here to pay homage to the dead, not to hold all the heroes who died in the war on the altar, to deify them into symbols, and to worship them as heroes and saints."
Hai Wuya looked at these martial artists with doubtful expressions and felt a little tired in his heart.
Creating an idol on the altar for yourself is actually setting an unreachable distance for yourself.
On the altar are noble heroes, saints without flaws.
The people who created gods are ordinary people, "common people" waiting to be saved by heroes from heaven.
"Before a hero becomes a hero, he is first of all an ordinary person like you and me." Hai Wuya said.
He is trying to persuade these somewhat passionate warriors.
The rituals over the past few days have been quite lively, attracting many people from Zhongzhou and warriors from all corners of the country to come and watch the ceremony.
But problems also came one after another.
There are too many of these people, and it seems that some people are secretly adding fuel to the flames. Some people are packaging characters for characters such as Jian Banxian and the Qiao family who appeared in the past events of the lonely city.
What Hai Wuya wanted to say was actually to try to get these martial arts warriors not to regard these fallen heroes as distant saints on the altar, but as living people.
For example, someone told Jian Banxian that he should fight for the common people in the world, that he should take on the responsibility of being the best martial artist in the world, and that he should defeat the immortals with martial arts and make enemies of the nine immortal sects.
Sword banishing immortals will only treat the other party as a fool and then destroy them.
But if someone tells Jian Ban Xian that your brother is going to die in the hands of an immortal monk, then Jian Ban Xian will not remain indifferent.
And what Hai Wuya tried to tell these martial artists was the same.
Not many people can be regarded as noble heroes who sacrifice themselves for others and fight for the common people in the world, but if they stand up for their relatives and friends when danger comes, I think there are still many warriors who can do it.
Treat heroes as human beings instead of idolizing them and keeping them at a distance.
Qiao Mu listened quietly beside him, and an idea couldn't help but arise in his mind:
"Hai Wuya is a man who has great plans."
"Emperor Yonghe asked him to pay homage to the deceased as a representative of the imperial court. He certainly did not expect that he would have such ambitions."
What Hai Wuya is doing is trying to awaken the will of resistance of these warriors, so that they can love themselves first before loving others, and then talk about the so-called common people and the great cause of defeating immortals, instead of staying at the point of worshiping heroes.
However, the focus of Lu Yanbei beside him was different from Qiao Mu.
"Master Hai, you mean...my brother is a hero?" Lu Yanbei was a little confused.
"That's natural." Hai Wuya said firmly:
"A gentleman does not care about his heart when it comes to his deeds. There is no perfect person in the world when it comes to his heart."
"His last choice in life did indeed open up a way for the elderly in the isolated city to live together with the Qiao family. This is naturally a well-deserved heroic act."
Lu Yanbei opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing and just sighed.
Hai Wuya is the Minister of Rites and represents the Great Yan court.
Such comments really comforted Lu Yanbei's heart.
He took two steps and suddenly pulled out the wooden sword hanging from his waist. Holding the wooden sword between his two fingers, he secretly used his inner strength to break the wooden sword into two pieces.
Qiao Mu looked at him with some surprise.
Lu Yanbei's nickname in the world is Wooden Sword Sanren. After he reached middle age, his swordsmanship had become like everyone else's, and he was not stagnant with foreign objects, so he abandoned sharp swords and used wooden swords instead.
But now he personally broke the wooden sword that had been used for decades?
"The wooden sword is not powerful enough to kill immortals." Lu Yanbei said calmly.
"What I want is a sword that can kill immortals."
"My shuriken and my swordsmanship are not good enough and still need to be tempered, so why are I pretending to be with this wooden sword?"
Qiao Mu's face moved slightly. At this moment, he felt that Lu Yanbei's temperament and demeanor were vaguely similar to those of the original Sword Banished Immortal.
"Do you still want to kill the immortal?" Qiao Mu asked.
What he actually wants to ask is, is it... a bit late for you at your age?
Lu Yanbei is already an eighty-seven-year-old man. His energy and blood have declined and are no longer at their peak. Therefore, in his later years, he is only famous for his exquisite swordsmanship.
Lu Yanbei seemed to know what Qiao Mu was thinking and replied:
"Although I am already eighty-seven years old, the 'Sword Banished Immortal' who is my mother's compatriot is also eighty-seven years old."
"In fact, I don't have many years to be active in this life, but my stupid brother tried his best to extend my life. So I will repay him with my life and death in order to bring back his sword body from the Dao Sect Immortal Sect. Quite reasonable, right?”
Although Lu Yanbei and Jian Banxian have very different attainments in martial arts, this does not affect Lu Yanbei's ambition.
"You are getting stronger with age." Qiao Mu praised.
While I felt a little envious for no reason, I said:
"Lu Yanbei, your younger brother is worthy of being a younger brother of my Qiao family. As an elder, I cannot ignore this matter."
"One day in the future, whether the sword banishes the immortal alive or dead, my Qiao family will bring it back from the Dao Sect on your behalf."
Lu Yanbei looked startled, then his face showed a strange light, and he thought to himself:
"This Qiao family is really extraordinary. I really don't know what kind of demeanor the ancestors of the Qiao family have. They have set so many family mottos to keep the same from generation to generation."
"Come to think of it... he is also a martyr who sets an example."
While the two were having a conversation, Hai Wuya was leading the imperial officials to pay homage to the deceased at the Forest of Steles at Xi'an Pass.
As night falls, the stars fall everywhere.
Three hundred white-headed veterans stood in front of the forest of steles, their gray-white hair and beards moving in the wind, singing military songs from the past when they went out for battle.
“Qinghai is covered by long clouds and covered with snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks out over Yumen Pass.
Yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken. "
The sky lanterns rise slowly in the night sky, connecting together in the night sky, like brilliant stars.
Zhongzhou, the newly established city of Da Qin.
In the palace of King Qin.
"The head of the Wan family in the Imperial Capital said that Qiao Shui, the old man of the Qiao family, is in the Imperial Capital and also found out where he lives?"
King Qin's eyes were gloomy. The mention of Wanjia, the imperial capital, reminded him of a past event.
"It's a pity that time is running out now and I'm too weak to do anything. I still have to take charge of the overall situation in the city and resettle the refugees from the lonely city in the desert."
Daodao Sect Xianmen had previously sent a message to him to do the dirty work, but by then it was too late. The incident in the lonely city in the desert had already spread around Zhongzhou, so there was nothing he could do.
Although there is no way, you can do something secretly, such as taking the initiative to ask for help and telling the court that the city of Qin is in dire need and is a good place to receive refugees...
"Arhat, will you go to the imperial capital and touch the bottom of Qiao Shui, the old man of the Qiao family? Don't underestimate the enemy." King Qin said.
The elders of the Qiao family are over a hundred years old, and "Qiao Shui" is 210 years old.
People in the world can vaguely judge the appearance of an 80-year-old man and a 90-year-old man, but what do a 100-year-old man and a 200-year-old man look like?
I really haven’t seen it before.
Therefore, in the eyes of the world, the "Qiao Shui" of the Qiao family is just like the previous "Qiao Shuanglin" and "Qiao Senlin". They are all very old people, but it is difficult to judge their specific age.
Qiao Shui and "Qiao Shuanglin" who were in the imperial capital were both old men of the Qiao family. It was hard to say which one was stronger and which one was weaker. It was reasonable to let the protector Luo Han, who had defeated "Qiao Shuanglin", take care of them.
Chapter 228 The Qiao family is born with hundreds of years old monsters (8k
After the Anxi Pass and the Heroic Soul Sacrifice, Hai Wuya stared at the three hundred old soldiers in front of him.
He has finished reading out the decree of Emperor Yonghe, and has given rewards to these three hundred old soldiers. At the same time, in accordance with Emperor Yonghe's wishes, he has found a place to place the remaining women, children, and the elderly in the isolated city.
The things ordered by Emperor Yonghe have been completed, so the next step is what he personally wants to do.
"These three hundred old soldiers are not ordinary, they are all strong." Hai Wuya moved his eyes away from his eldest son, Hai Siyuan, and looked at the three hundred old soldiers who were equally old under the night sky, sighing with emotion.
The three hundred old soldiers are the elites of hundreds of battles who came out of the hundreds of miles of desert.
The Alien War was the most brutal battlefield on the land of Kyushu forty years ago, and they were the remnants of hundreds of battles that had endured for forty years on the most brutal battlefield. They were the last strong ones selected from a hundred thousand troops.
The strong person in Hai Wuya's mouth does not refer to the strength of martial arts cultivation, but the strength of the will.
It is impossible for a soldier with a bad character to endure for forty years under the heavy pressure of strangers.
Even if they were ordinary soldiers forty years ago, after forty years of blood and tears, they are no longer ordinary.
"Their martial arts cultivation is not too high. Only my son Hai Siyuan has entered the third level of Shen Lian... This is not because they have limited qualifications, but because of the lack of resources in the isolated city, it is difficult to improve their martial arts cultivation. A clever woman cannot make a meal without rice. "
"The Baili Desert is the soul-nurturing place for the Immortal Sect, and it can also be regarded as the spiritual training ground for the soldiers to hone their character, so these three hundred old soldiers..." Hai Wuya looked far away:
"They are all god-refining seeds."
"No, ordinary upper-level third-grade god-refining warriors may not be able to compare with these three hundred veterans in terms of their determination."
Hai Wuya's own martial arts cultivation is not high, but Tianlao has been studying for thirty years and is in a high position. His vision and vision are actually far beyond that of ordinary martial artists.
Looking at the 300 gray-haired veterans in front of him, Hai Wuya wanted to say something... The future is promising.
But they are too old.
Yes, too old.
After forty years of guarding a city in a ghostly place like the Baili Desert, a skilled warrior would be exhausted mentally and prematurely.
What's more, these veterans.
Most of them have lost their energy and blood, but their will is as strong as iron.
If they were placed in the old martial arts world of forty years ago, it would be useless no matter how strong their will was, because they were too old.
Even if we get out of the desert, how many more years of good life will we have?
But it's different now.
Forty years after the Stranger War, the folk martial arts world fell silent because of the martial arts saints. In fact, the forefront of Kyushu martial arts has always been the Wujihui.
The world of martial arts is changing rapidly, and it is indeed different from what it was 40 years ago.
Even the famous sects such as Wudang Sect and Shaolin Temple in the past have been eliminated and become the cornerstone of Wujihui's new martial arts.
"The Qiao family has passed on their "Sutra of the King of Mount Sumeru", but they still need time to practice it."
"Based on their character, if they are willing to fight and are still willing to practice Kung Fu, "Sumishan King Sutra" has no difficulty or threshold for them, and it is not empty talk to keep them strong."
"The key is...after witnessing the current decadent situation in Kyushu, whether these old soldiers still have the will to fight, or whether they are indeed ready to disarm and return to their fields as Emperor Yonghe thought." Hai Wuya thought to himself.
It is actually normal for the old soldiers to disarm and return to their fields.
After all, no matter how firm their will is, they are still not strong men.
People get tired and hesitant, so after forty years of bloody battles and now their bodies are extremely old, it is normal for them to want to rest.
Hai Wuya felt that these veterans were all talents that could be developed.
If we consider the overall situation, he feels that these veterans are trying their best to continue to improve in martial arts, and there is hope that the flag-bearers of martial arts in the new era will be born.
But Hai Wuya is also an old man. He can't bear it, so he will not use the name of righteousness to force these veterans to continue fighting for the lives of Kyushu.
"If they still have the will to fight against strangers, are unwilling to grow old, and are unwilling to disarm and return to their fields..." Hai Wuya looked at his eldest son Hai Siyuan beside him:
"Just bring them to the Imperial Capital to find me. Today's martial arts is indeed different from the martial arts of forty years ago."
Jian Banxian's strength is at its peak, but he is not a good teacher, so his strength is only the strength of one person.
Hai Wuya was not very strong, and he did not reach the third level of refining the gods in his youth, but this did not affect his creation of the "Sumi Mountain King Sutra".
Hai Wuya takes humanity as his concept, and his lifelong pursuit is to develop new martial arts. Everyone practices martial arts to strengthen their body, and has been studying hard for thirty years.
His martial arts strength is not strong, but his level of being a teacher and developing martial arts is far above that of Sword Banishing Immortal.
"If Wu Shengren were still alive, I wonder what he would think of these former robes?" Speaking of the new martial arts, Hai Wuya couldn't help but think of Wu Shengren, his former colleague.
Hai Wuya had taken a detour, and he had not devoted himself to practicing martial arts in his life.
He was focused on his official career, and martial arts training was only regarded by him as a way to become an official. Therefore, after becoming a high official, he stopped practicing martial arts diligently until the outbreak of the Alien War.
But Wu Shengren is another matter.
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In the morning, the sun rises and illuminates this barren mountain.