Who will Moshang Qingshan belong to?

"Nan Yiyuan, stop!" Huangfu Zhuo hurriedly bid farewell to Li Tan and Li Mi, caught up with Nan Yiyuan, and stretched out his hand to stop the angry man.

Nan Yiyuan was still angry, no matter who was facing him, he raised his hand and slammed his palm at Huangfu Zhuo.Huangfu Zhuo squeezed Nan Yiyuan's wrist, and shouted sharply: "Why don't you change your bad temper!"

"My temper was brought out from my mother's womb. Do you want to change it?" Nan Yiyuan sneered, slapped the piano case behind him with his empty hand, drew out the ink stone sword hidden in the body of the piano, and stabbed at Huangfu's Zhuomian door go.

Huangfu Zhuo removed the black iron shield behind him to block Nan Yiyuan's sword.The sound of metal clashing sounded quite harsh in the quiet night, but it restored some clarity to the lost mind.Nan Yiyuan stared blankly at the tip of the sword against the black iron shield, and did not stab it with any more force.He relaxed his brows a little, withdrew his sword posture slumpedly, and smiled wryly: "I shouldn't have come here. It's easy to worry about teaching those disciples in Changgemen."

"If you don't change your bad temper for a day, you will still come to the two capitals to have a look." Huangfu Zhuo sighed, Nan Yiyuan couldn't hide what was on his mind, and couldn't help it.The world has undergone great changes, and members of Changge's family have been dispatched one after another, so how can Nan Yiyuan stay there.

Nan Yiyuan put away the Moshi sword and walked down the path into the city.Looking from here, you can have a glimpse of the scenery of Luoyang city.Lanterns were hung on both sides of Dingdingmen Street, which ran across the north and south of the Eastern Capital, and the dim lights shrouded the collapsed broken walls, bringing back some vitality to this war-torn Eastern Capital.Teams of Shuofang soldiers and Huihe soldiers held knives and guns and patrolled the city of Luoyang. The sound of armor rubbing against each other and the sound of orderly footsteps intertwined. This recently recovered capital was full of oppressive atmosphere.

"Look, it looks like hell, or like a fairy city?" Nan Yiyuan raised his chin in the direction of Luoyang City.

Huangfu Zhuo looked at Luoyang City. After a long time, he grabbed Nan Yiyuan's arm and continued to walk down the mountain along the path: "You follow me to a place."

"Where do I have to go now?" Although Nan Yiyuan said he was unwilling, he followed Huangfu Zhuo closely.

Spring is warm and flowers are blooming, and everything is recovering. If it was a few years ago, the outskirts of Luoyang City would still be full of traffic.People in Tang Dynasty love spring, no matter men, women, old or young, they would go out of the city to visit spring outings. At that time, horseshoes were flying lightly, and there were laughter and laughter, but now outside Luoyang city, there are corpses and bones everywhere, howling.

Nan Yiyuan stood beside the mass grave, unwilling to take a step forward.He looked at Huangfu Zhuo who was going further and further away, but he didn't ask Huangfu Zhuo to stop after all.

"If you ask me to answer, I will tell you that this is not purgatory, nor is it the former fairy capital. This is a battlefield, and this is where our soldiers return." Huangfu Zhuo turned around and stood in the middle of the mass grave. There were corpses everywhere at the feet, and the vultures were circling in the low sky, making a shrill cry.

Nan Yiyuan frowned, feeling the pain in his heart one after another.He knew what Huangfu Zhuo meant by bringing him here, because he was too naive, naively thinking that he could stop the war with his will.And those who are really fighting on the battlefield will not be impulsive.Huangfu Zhuo, what exactly have you experienced?What is it that makes a person who was once warm in heart become so cold and strong?

"Put away your compassion. The dead don't need your pity and sympathy. What the living can do is to prevent the living from dying innocently." Huangfu Zhuo squatted down and closed a person next to him. The eyes of the soldier who died not long ago, "There is no right or wrong, black and white in this world. King Jianning and Li Mi also want to do what you want to do, but they see it more clearly than you. Now In the current situation, there is no righteousness to choose. Once, I also wanted to choose righteousness, but righteousness was regarded as a murderous knife and slashed at our brothers."

Nan Yiyuan stared at Huangfu Zhuo, the eyes of the two met, and neither of them avoided the other's gaze.Nan Yiyuan stepped into the mass grave, where orange wild flowers grew vigorously beside the rotting corpse, and the rotten smell was filled with the fragrance of flowers.Nan Yiyuan carefully avoided the corpse, approached Huangfu Zhuo, and stretched out his hand to the squatting person.

"Thank you." Huangfu Zhuo smiled, but did not shake Nan Yiyuan's hand.Nan Yiyuan has a cleanliness habit, if he can let Nan Yiyuan walk in here, he will not force Nan Yiyuan anymore.

The two walked out of the mass grave outside Luoyang City.Nan Yiyuan looked at Luoyang City, which was getting closer and closer, and looked at the city again, which was quite different from the feeling when looking at it from the mountain.

"Tomorrow King Cheng will pay homage to these soldiers who died in battle, so you should come and see it too." Standing under the city wall of Luoyang City, Huangfu Zhuo said to Nan Yiyuan.

"Okay." Nan Yiyuan nodded.Not long after the Qingming Festival, you can still pay homage to the soldiers who sacrificed their lives.

The city guard carefully checked the badges of Huangfu Zhuo and Nan Yiyuan, and opened the city gate to let them in.With the help of the lights in the city, Nan Yiyuan could clearly see Huangfu Zhuo's expression, the brows flying into his temples seemed to have never been loosened for a moment.Huangfu Zhuo relieved him, but Huangfu Zhuo's own mind seemed to be heavier.

Just when Li Tan said that the Cangyun Army and the Shence Army had new and old grudges, Nan Yiyuan thought about it and asked: "The Shence Army is now the saint's guard, and the saint is quite fond of it, so don't act rashly."

Huangfu Zhuo knew that Nan Yiyuan was worried about himself, he said with a sassy smile: "The Shence Army is not worth mentioning, what we care about is the Spike Army."

During the conversation in Shangyang Palace, coupled with Huangfu Zhuo gnashing his teeth every time he mentioned the Wolf Fang Army, Nan Yiyuan knew something in his heart: "The festival between Cang Yun and the Wolf Fang is not the disaster of this war."

"You've always been smart, but I don't want you to get involved in this matter." Huangfu Zhuo patted Nan Yiyuan's shoulder lightly, then pointed to a room behind Nan Yiyuan and said, "Rest early tonight , tomorrow I will ask you to go out of the city together."

It turned out that he had reached his own foothold without knowing it.Nan Yiyuan nodded, he wanted to invite Huangfu Zhuo into the house to talk about the past, but before he could say anything, Huangfu Zhuo turned around first and walked in another direction.

I haven't seen each other for more than ten years, and there is still some distance between the two of them, and they can no longer speak freely like they did when they were children.Huangfu Zhuo didn't finish what he said at the mass grave today, and he didn't tell Nan Yiyuan about Huangfu Zhuo's thoughts.

"Huangfu Zhuo, what are you planning?" Nan Yiyuan murmured to himself, he always felt that many things were not so simple.

Huangfu Zhuo walked in the direction of Dingding Gate, in the dark night, people can't let go of their guard.

There was a slight sound of footsteps behind him, Huangfu Zhuo raised the corners of his mouth and stopped.Unexpectedly, a little general Cangyun like him would make people bother to follow him.It seems that when he conspired with Li Mi and Li Tan, he was also found out.