After dreaming back at midnight that night, Zhou Xu sat up from the bed and stared at the sword for a long time. She remembered what Gongmei once said: "But the Liangyue clan, you know Dongxu, I can also be your sword."
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Li Niazhong felt his eyes go dark, and he fell gently on the grass. The severe pain in his body came in waves, and he had no time to care. He got up and moved forward like a zombie.
He thought: "Live, keep living."
Dawn breaks in the horizon, followed by incessant shouts piercing my ears.
"Major General! General——"
"Found it! The general is here, come quickly!"
People rushed towards him, and Li Niazhong finally smiled and fell before the sunrise.
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When offering sacrifices to mountain gods, of course only nobles are qualified to become sacrifices to the gods.
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God's love for man has become the sword that kills God.
Their faith collapsed and they wanted to see the mountain god fall to the ground.
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"The mountain god is not a god at all!"
The princes tried to suppress the rumors but to no avail. The voices became louder and louder, and people's faith gradually wavered.
"If it is a weed, how can it call itself a tree?" The doctor's words completely ignited the fear in people's hearts.
The mountain god that everyone respects is not a tree but a weed.
God is incompetent, God must be incompetent, so people burned down the mountain temple.
The fire burned for a long time until only ashes remained in the mountain temple. A heavy rain extinguished the fire in the mountain temple. But the "fire" has already spread to the center of the feudal country, and the corrupt ideas "burned" the princes, leaving only the word "ignorance" in ashes everywhere.
Burn the trees, but not the weeds.
The spring breeze of the coming year will pass by, the twenty-eight constellations will appear, the redbirds in the south will shine, and the willow stars will twinkle.
Only weeds grow here, not trees.
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Intention: Wild fire cannot be burned out, but the spring breeze blows and rekindles it
