Chapter 333 Dream

The horse thieves roared past, and the last person waved a torch to ignite the haystitch, and then continued to rush forward. The spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and this is their most energetic moment.

At this time, the leader of the horse thief suddenly noticed something was wrong.

They rushed in for so long and set off a lot of fire, but they never saw blood.

The village was full of running figures, but the shouts gradually lowered. The horse thieves rushed over aggressively, but these mud and legs always escaped in their own strange ways. The robbers rushed to kill for so long, but they didn't even catch anyone.

'It shouldn't be!' The expected scene began to be different from reality. According to past experience, there should be at least a few hard mud legs relying on a little crop to resist the blades of the robber grandfathers. After those souls return to hell, some highly regarded old men will be selected to beg their grandfathers for mercy, and then the grandfathers will smile grimly. Rejecting his begging, he harvested his life in the noisy and flustered cries, and rushed all the way, and the corpses were everywhere, and blood was everywhere...

Only this time, they didn't kill anyone and didn't see any women or children. Instead, they seemed to have been deliberately confusedly led to an empty place.

The man's promised 5,000 taels of silver may not be as profitable as expected.

"Pull it first!" The leader of the horse thief suddenly raised his hand, and the whole team stopped.

"What's wrong, brother? Why stop?"

"Didn't you see a woman, and the eldest brother is not interested?"

The horse thief leader ignored the messy inquiries of the robbers. He looked around him and found that there were people coming out of the darkness on all sides, holding knives, guns and sticks, and his eyes were murderous, which was more vile than his group of robbers. It was not like what the general official said, "a group can only be a few hands. Crop-style mud legs!

"You are really here!" The old village head with white hair straightened up, and his cold expression was like a battlefield-tested general. "A ully person dares to be unfavorable to the little prince and kill him without mercy!"

"Wait, we're just..." The situation turned around, and the horse thieves turned into trembling lambs. The leader wanted to explain a few words, and a sudden cold arrow pierced his throat. The shout of killing sounded on all sides, and a strong man with a bow beside the village head opened his bow and arrow again with a blank face. His hands were tense, and the wind was strong. The two little leaders behind the leader of the thief also fell off the horse.

At this point, the scene turned into a one-sided killing.

Qin Yan, who was sleeping, was awakened by the shout of killing and ran out in his clothes. His eyes were immediately occupied by the scene of firelight and tragic fighting. Dozens of horse thieves crushed each other, shouting, screaming, hissing of horses, and the dull sound of knives and guns pierging into his flesh mixed waves of shaking his eardrums.

He looked at it, and the sharp blade shattered red light in the light of fire. The horse thief kept falling down, and the red ** spewing from his body melted into the picture of blood and fire. The grinding disc of war crushed one life after another, and the soul dissipated in the blood light. It is not the first time he has seen the meanness of human life, but the scene of war is more shocking than a solo dance. Even if the cultivation of the people on the field is not as high as the middle level, hundreds of people gathered together, which has a terrible momentum that makes Qin Yan, who has been living for a long time, frightened.

He even began to doubt the meaning of the path he was pursuing. Can a person's hard-honed edge be compared with thousands of troops and horses under the power of heaven?

The chaos ended quickly, and none of the horse thieves in the Xiaoao Mountain Forest could escape. The anger of the Ye family needed them to be filled with their lives. The noise and screams completely stopped, and even the battlefield was quickly cleaned up, and the fire was extinguished. The moonlight was covered by dark clouds, all the lights were extinguished, and the village returned to tranquility. It seems that nothing has happened just now. But it was this strange tranquility, like the shadow of a crouching giant beast, which made several pairs of eyes in the distance of the night feel the chill.

Qin Yan lay back**, thought for a while, and fell asleep again.

Probably affected by the previous killing, he had a chaotic dream. The situation in the dream was unclear and he could not remember, leaving only the impression of a sword.

Not knowing whether he was in heaven or the abyss, he danced his sword in a trance. He seemed to be walking along an endless sheep intestine path, surrounded by hazy without any guidance. Only he was telling himself that this was the path he pursued. As he walked, all kinds of emotions emerged one after another, persistent, hatred, hesitation, unyielding, willing to die... A strange voice suddenly shouted in his ear, "Can you really abandon her? Do you dare to swear that you will never regret it?"

"She?" He asked himself in a low voice, his feet gradually slowed down, and his tone was shaken unconsciously.

At this time, suddenly there were shackles, and huge chains came out of the void, firmly binding him, unable to move forward or retreat, and then froze in place.

"Greedy and hatred of love and evil desire, seven poisons are entangled, and there is no way to retreat. If there is no sword of false wisdom, it will be trapped here and sink forever!" In the dome, the Buddha's voice shouted loudly, ringing like a bell, shaking through the void. Even the body of the prisoner bound by chains trembled slightly under the Buddha's language.

Under the light of the Buddha, the body seemed to become much lighter in an instant. The chain was untied, and the lost person who was broken by the Buddha was about to fly away. However, just as the joy of perfection is coming, the ordained person's heart is obsessed again: "All sentient beings are affectionate, but why is the Tao ruthless? If I deviate from my feelings, does this still make sense?

In the void at the top of the dome, the magnificent Buddha's voice replied, "One word of love is like a fire on the ice. If the fire is strong, the ice will melt, and if the ice melts, the fire will be extinguished. Worry is born from love, and fear is born from love. If you are separated from the lover, there is no fear.

The teenager closed his eyes and thought bitterly, and his face was sometimes frightened, sometimes angry, sometimes hesitant, and many chains lingered around him. After a long time, his eyebrows suddenly relaxed and smiled, "After all, I can't leave with love. Maybe there may be no way of love in the world?" After saying this, the chains rushed up and tied him up again.

Seeing this scene, the Buddha's voice in the void had to sigh: "All sentient beings are greedy and infatuated, and finally they are netted..." The ethereal voice became farther and farther away and finally faded away.

The teenager also sighed: "I have a sword in my heart, and I don't cut off falsehood or obsession. I once said that I would be with her. As long as I don't die, this decision will not change.

The junction of heaven and earth began to be stained by the halo of confusion, the space collapsed layer by layer, and the whole world was disillusioned and shattered.

In the darkness of the world, Qin Yan suddenly leaned up from ** and raised his right wrist. The long sword at the head of the bed had taken out of its sheath and crossed in the dark, dragging out a beautiful arc. Then he shook his hand and put the sword into the sheath. At this time, he opened his eyes, as if he had just woke up from a dream, and his left hand slowly touched forward. Suddenly, his fingers hurt, as if he had touched a sharp thin line. He quickly withdrew his hand and found that his fingertips had flowed wet and hot **.