Vol 8 Chapter 98: Human meaning

For the soldiers of Daqin, the braveness is the nature of engraving their bone marrow, and obeying the military order is the instinct formed after numerous trainings. For the average sergeant and the military practitioners, they rarely consider the peak. The order is right or wrong.
For some generals who can decide the whole army's movements, they consider more trade-offs.
This trade-off comes from the interests and future of the entire dynasty, the lives and deaths of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people, and the lives and deaths of their families.
So when something that is vital to the entire dynasty happens, most of them don't have enough right to know. Novels; even in the Changling of the past, when some troops received their sacred intentions, they received orders from their immediate superiors, and when they died, they used their own lives to fill them up. At the end, they saw what they faced. When they are enemies, they are incredibly seeing that the enemies they are facing are actually those who are extremely fanatical and love to wear.
For the sergeants and practitioners of the entire Daqin dynasty, they did not even have the opportunity to choose.
They are not in Changling, they just heard the results of the story.
They also fight in peacetime, the same desire to chase a hero's footsteps, but only overnight, everything has changed.
The Bashan sword field no longer exists.
The heroes and gods of war in their minds have all become thieves, and they quickly dissipated in the history of this dynasty. Even in the next few years, even the history books about these people were burned. It seems that it is just a dream bubble. The wind that last night blew through, there is no trace, nothing left.
They have no right to change anything.
All they can do is continue to hold on to the weapons in their hands, for their loved ones and lovers, for the better future of this dynasty.
However, as time goes by, some things are completely forgotten, and have no effect on them anymore?
At least not everyone is all that.
At least some of the blazing feelings hidden in the heart broke out at this moment.
At least a lot of people follow the most sincere emotions in their hearts.
After many metal crashes, the whole world was quiet except for some sharp sounds and footsteps still ringing in the distance.
On this part of the city wall, there are only heartbeat and breathing sounds.
Looking up at the two people standing opposite each other in the light, some people suddenly burst into tears.
It is not because of sorrow, but because of the incomparably intense complex emotions.
In the next breath or two, many sergeants and practitioners took a step back.
They raised the ordinary swords of the sacred irons in their hands, or various swords from various practice sites, and then the cross swords were on the chest and slightly covered.
This is not an invitation, but a tribute, which represents what kind of choice they would make if they were in Changling.
In the Changling of that year, such a choice would mean being killed, and in the present Chudu, such a move may also bring death.
It is the death of the king, which represents the highest respect.
Zhao Miao quietly looked at this picture and said to Ding Ning: "My teacher told me that it is not easy for a person to remember that many people will remember you. People can do this. Many people say that you are this person. Well, this life is enough. A person can do countless people to give you all the life, even he can't do it, because he won't pay so much. He only asks for ease, there is a place of meditation.

"Different ages and different life experiences will create different ideas." Ding Ning did not have any proud look and responded calmly: "But I am very pleased."
"Because the fairness is in the hearts of the people." After he finished the sentence with Zhao Miao, he added this sentence softly.
Zhao Miao did not say anything more.
She slowly raised her head.
The sky suddenly sank.
A small rain suddenly came.
The heat of the real thing and the fire in her body evaporate the water in the moat to the sky. At this time, the raindrops are condensation of water vapor. A drop is an abnormal crystal, crystallized like the grass on the morning. dew.
Just as she looked up, there was a rainbow in the sky.
The rainbow is reflected in the depths of her eyes, reflecting countless hottest emotions.
Her body burned up.
Fair and reasonable.
Even if she was sentenced to treason in the same year, she died in the conspiracy of the faint prince, but after her own public opinion, all the practitioners under the heavens mentioned her master, and they would be respectful.
She is very kind.
She has been traveling for many years, but her heart has finally returned. At this time, the peace of mind, the usual hatred of the heart is always gone, the mood is more empty, and the upper floors.
At this point she was like standing in the Zhao Jian furnace that year.
Any real fire that came out of her body, with a holy light, was shocking.
A loud bang.
Her right hand is a virtual grip, and there is no sword in her hand, but between the heavens and the earth, it is incomparably real that there is a light and shadow of a sword furnace, and it has fallen toward Ding Ning.
An unusually simple and violent sword.
Take the eternal Zhao Jian furnace in her heart as a sword.
Eternity is actually a very illusory thing, because no one has ever seen true eternity, but if it is a kind of thing that gives people eternal feelings, it often means powerful and beyond the power of the human world.
All the seven practitioners who witnessed this sword in Chuduli were all eclipsed.
All of these masters have a sense of self-defense.
They simply could not imagine that Mr. Zhao Si would make such a sword, and he could not imagine how such a sword would break.
Ding Ning’s eyes are delighted and admired.
He also waited for a long time in this battle, and even thought that it was impossible.
But this battle has finally come again, and this sword, like his imagination, is amazing enough to make the world eclipse.
His body appeared in the twisted air on the roof of the city gate, and the whole body had a feeling of evaporation, but he could not help but smile.
He used a sword that he had thought of many years ago.
A bang.
He also refers to the sword, and there is no particularly majestic real yuan rushing out from the fingers, but the power of the heavens and the earth gathered is burning at the speed of his fingertips at an alarming rate.
A fire sword is shot at the sword furnace in front.
He added another fire to this Zhao Jianyu.
This flame has five colors, different from the real fire, and is different from the sparks in the sky, but like the legendary five-flavored fire, all the practitioners present feel his true feelings.
Everyone seems to have experienced the ups and downs of his years.
The meaning of the sword is in this meaning, the most real human meaning, it is broken by human intentions.
The fire has reached its limit.
Add another true fire in the world, and no container to take.
The light of the sword furnace that fell to Ding Ning slammed, and it gave a very real crack, and the fire was everywhere.
The last broken flower that floated on his left hand side flew up, and the white flowers were scattered and beautiful, not as beautiful as humans.
The countless crystal water droplets falling in the sky have turned into countless streams of water, gently holding the scattered fire lines, guiding the fire lines to the rear of the river.
The swordsmanship of the night is also taught by him.
With water guidance, no one in the world can do anything better than him.
Tolerance, not necessarily to destroy each other.