The Martial Son-in-law

1A disciple of the Exquisite Brush Hall was leaning against a huge rock, holding the bloody hole in his chest as he stared blankly at Zhang Chu.    

    

The veil on his face had been ripped off during the battle, revealing his pale and hopeless face.    

    

Before he could speak, he spurted out a mouthful of blood before he could even open his mouth. Si Dao: "You... Why aren't you dead?"    

    

This voice was so familiar...    

    

"Jin Ping?" Zhang Chu had a complicated look in his eyes. He did not expect that the previously insidious and malicious Jin Ping would have such a refined face.    

    

Jin Ping let out a miserable laugh. "I thought our sacrifice was worth it. Now, it seems like this is just a child's play. Cough, cough, cough..."    

    

His words affected his damaged heart and lungs, causing him to cough violently.    

    

Jin Ping almost coughed out his lungs. It was a long time before he finally managed to catch his breath. "The enemy of the Exquisite Brush Hall has already advanced to the Secluded Sect. If we want to avenge our junior sister, we have to seize the Three Devils And Nine Sects. " For revenge, we have all become monsters... The day we abandoned the integrity of our cultivators, we were destined to face this kind of fate... Cough, cough, cough... "    

    

Zhang Chu let out a long sigh and did not know what to say.    

    

In the end, he only asked, "Where is Jin Li?"    

    

Jin Ping coughed violently again, then raised his hand in a daze and pointed at a rock in the distance. "My brother... died behind the rock like a dog. Before my brother died, he held my hand and said..." Our hands, which are good at writing ink and green ink, are opposing poetry, singing elegance... How did we become cold and bloodthirsty executioners. "    

    

The servants walked past us. No old color could be seen. " Cough, cough, cough, the people on stage are singing the Heartbroken Farewell Song... "    

    

After saying the last word, Jin Ping swallowed his anger.    

    

His eyes were red and filled with tears. He was not willing to be upset.    

    

Perhaps the thing he was unwilling to do was not finish his last poem with his brother.    

    

Perhaps the thing he was upset about was that he did not write a song for his brother.    

    

Zhang Chu had seen too many life and death goodbyes. From the slaughter in Dongzhou, to the cold shoulder watching from the plateau, to the helplessness at this moment.    

    

Zhang Chu's mentality gradually changed.    

    

There was no difference between Zhang Chu and Jin Ping and Jin Li. Their hot blood had all become tools to fight for fame and fortune. Perhaps in the near future, this would be Zhang Chu's destiny.    

    

The man who would seek revenge for the smallest grievance, who could be cold-blooded and heartless for his family, swallowed his anger when he saw Jin Ping, this' lackey ', in front of him. In fact, he could no longer feel any joy. On the contrary, he felt lonely.    

    

At this moment, a figure staggered onto Jin Ping's body. He pinched Jin Ping's mouth, checked his breath, and then sighed. He supported his body and threw himself at the next corpse. He also opened his mouth, checked his breath, and shook his head before leaving. Finally, he came in front of the third person. He was overjoyed to find that this person still had a breath left.    

    

This person was about thirty years old. Judging from his attire, he wasn't a disciple of the Exquisite Brush Hall.    

    

He had heard that the 'Flaming Sun Sect' was skilled in medicine. Could it be that... this man was a disciple of the Flaming Sun Sect?    

    

However, why did he come to save Jin Ping and the enemy just now?    

    

Under Zhang Chu's confused gaze, the middle-aged man opened the wounded man's mouth and forcefully stuffed the pill into his mouth. He then turned his hands into palms and slowly circulated his true qi.    

    

"Hahahaha."    

    

At this moment, the disciples of the Thunder Pavilion who were lying next to him burst into laughter. They laughed so hard that tears and mucus flowed down their faces.    

    

"When you were killing someone just now, you were fiercer than anyone else. Why are you here to save your defeated opponent now?"    

    

The disciple of the Bright Thunder Pavilion laughed and burst into tears. Because that disciple of the Burning Sun Sect hadn't had the time to save the injured person, he fell to the ground with a puff because his true qi had been exhausted. He directly died on the injured person's body.    

    

"Stupid pen, stupid pen." The disciple of the Bright Thunder Pavilion burst into tears. Blood gushed out of his chest as he cried. "If I can still move, I'll build a tomb for you. The craftsmanship of the craftsmen of the Brilliant Thunder Pavilion is second to none in the entire Northern Continent. " I'll build a gold-and-green glazed tomb and build a bluestone and ink tablet... "    

    

As he spoke, the voices of the disciples of the Reming Pavilion became softer and softer. After that, there was no more movement.    

    

Before coming here, they were either Wen Hao who was dancing with literature and ink, medical practitioners who were hanging pots to help the world, or artisans who were repairing and building...    

    

But when they came to Sky Mountain, they all became executioners.    

    

Not a single one of them was willing to become like this, willing to take the lives of others.    

    

Unfortunately, they were disciples of a sect and could only obey orders. They could only let go of their emotional dreams and become cold tools.    

    

When their mission was completed, their instincts could no longer be controlled.    

    

Perhaps before they died, they recited the last poem, or the doctor's parents' hearts, risking their lives to save the enemy, or to build a tomb for the enemy...    

    

Zhang Chu's eyes were red, and his heart was filled with hatred.    

    

Zhang Chu did not hate these cultivators who killed each other, he hated the cultivation world today, for turning all the cultivators who were happy into monsters.    

    

All along, Zhang Chu had lived for himself, while his family had lived for him.    

    

All the fights for fame and wealth were for his own personal gain! Today, what he had seen and heard had completely destroyed Zhang Chu's worldview.    

    

At this moment, Zhang Chu suddenly wanted to do something for the cultivation world.    

    

"This is the cultivation world! Turn people into monsters and crush all dreams." Shen Lang, who was standing at the side, was also deeply moved. He sighed repeatedly. "They were deceived by the beauty of cultivation, thinking that they had entered the cultivation world. Then they could travel to the peach blossoms, hold a brush, and sing this dynasty on their swords. But they didn't know... There had never been a peach blossom garden in this world where the brush in one's hand could be used to stab the heart. The sword in his hand is used to kill. "    

    

Shen Lang said word by word, "Do you still remember those people who died outside of One-Line Mountain? Moon Worshipping Sect and Heavenly Owl Sect, they haven't even arrived at One-Line Mountain. They died on the road, as if they could be seen everywhere. They were beasts that had their bodies crushed in the wilderness. But in my opinion, they are lucky. At least they still have a sliver of hope and beauty towards the cultivation world. Unlike these people... "Their dreams have completely shattered."    

    

"This Heavenly Mountain has never been the resting place for cultivators, but the shelter for the shattered dreams and spirits."    

    

Zhang Chu slowly stood up. His voice was melancholic and sad. "I know, I know. If it wasn't for the broken dream, I would have become a monster too. "    

    

Zhang Chu looked at Shen Lang. "You woke up earlier than me. I admire you."    

    

If it wasn't for the fact that he had seen the most tragic truth, Zhang Chu would never have realized that he had long been assimilated by the cultivation world. From breaking through the bottom line to abandoning the rules, from cherishing everything to being cold-blooded and heartless. Using protection as an excuse, he mercilessly destroyed anything that went against him.    

    

Zhang Chu's heart was broken, and he had finally come to a realization.    

    

The so-called 'bone of wind', the so-called glory of a cultivator, was nothing more than a beautiful dream that the cultivation world had woven for Zhang Chu.    

    

Kill all the bastards, purify everything, and the cultivation world will become better?    

    

No! The cultivation world had never become better, nor had it become bad. The cultivation world had always been the cultivation world, it was the cultivators who lost themselves, but pushed all the responsibility to the cultivation world.