usatvline Chapter 592 I don't understand, I don't get it
Chapter 592 I don't understand, I don't get it
Chapter 592 I don't understand, I don't get it
The elderly and weak, unable to fight, leaned against the walls and sang; their songs were desolate and mournful, yet brimming with anger.
They stole my tattered clothes and occupied my thatched hut.
A raging fire illuminates half the sky; where is my homeland?
The one buried in the new grave is my father; the one who drowned is my mother.
Whoever has a new funeral, their year's work has been in vain.
The people suffer, the turbid wine chills them to the bone, their hearts are broken.
If the fields lie fallow, next year will be my grave.
The South, the South, is already terminally ill.
Having cornered me, why should I hide?
Give me a hoe, and I'll slay dragons and pythons.
Lend me three arrows, I want to climb the city wall.
Leaving my broken body alive, I wish to march south.
Human skin can be made into immortal robes, and human blood can fill immortal goblets.
Human bones formed a wall of immortals, and human souls burned into incense of immortals.
Give me back my bones and blood, give me back my liver and intestines.
A broadsword tucked at his waist, iron armor gleaming coldly...
The hoarse singing echoed through the empty streets and alleys. All those who could take up arms were waiting at the city gate in complete silence. The more mournful the singing became, the deeper the anger, like a boulder weighing on one's pocket, making one feel uneasy.
The sobbing sounds were like those of a vengeful ghost, sending chills down one's spine.
A suppressed killing intent was brewing, and both sides remained silent, waiting for the three-month deadline to finally arrive.
For Zhu Wuyao, choosing to stay in the Star-Picking Tower and wait for the final outcome was far more difficult than going to the battlefield.
She didn't know how many people would die in this battle.
But if she went, as Gu Yiguan said, those people might lose their lives for nothing, so she couldn't move and could only wait.
The book review was laid out before them. The day of the battle happened to be the release date of the new issue of the tabloid. As the endless phases unfolded, the cheating fortune teller foresaw the outcome in advance.
Half of Licheng's troops died in battle.
The Grand Elders of the Juque Sect are nearly all wiped out.
Fu Shan has disappeared without a trace.
The new sect replaced the old one and started a great undertaking.
Zhu Wuyao sat quietly at the table. She had expected this outcome. When she tried to save those people by scooping the moon from the water, she knew that many people would die at the hands of the Juque Sect cultivators.
She was restless and uneasy.
Gu Yiguan was constantly monitoring the battle situation in the distance through a communication talisman.
Even though the ending was already set in stone, Zhu Wuyao felt inexplicably heartbroken.
She tried her best to suppress her emotions, not wanting Gu Yi to notice anything amiss. She found an excuse to leave the Enlightenment Hall, trying her best to suppress the unease in her heart.
The ending reported in the tabloids was already quite good.
Licheng ultimately emerged victorious.
If she does anything unnecessary, she might disrupt the carefully laid plans and make this victory come at a greater cost.
Zhu Wuyao arrived at the foot of the Star-Picking Tower. She almost wanted to avoid exploring the future, even though her mind was boiling and chaotic.
Gu Yiguan said, "This is already the best possible outcome."
In a major battle, it's impossible for everyone to survive.
But here, someone was waiting for her, waiting for Zhu Wuyao.
"You are the fallen leaves inviting autumn."
Zhu Wuyao had already concealed her appearance, but the woman in front of her still recognized her, walked up, stood in front of Zhu Wuyao, and revealed her identity in one sentence.
She didn't know the woman.
She has been away from the Star-Picking Tower for a long time.
And so, the little girl grew up against the clock, and now she stands before her enemy.
Zhu Wuyao finally recognized her—the orphan of Queshan.
She had almost forgotten that this person existed.
But when this woman looked at her with eyes full of hatred, Zhu Wuyao immediately recalled those eyes—stubborn, resentful, angry, fearful, and filled with hatred…
Zhu Wuyao spared the children of the Queshan clan.
She was the only girl who dared to rush out and throw stones at the enemy who had wiped out her clan.
When Zhu Wuyao saw her, he caught his breath.
At this moment, she felt as if she had been found by fate, as if she could not escape this giant net.
Skynet is restored, sparse but not leaking.
While she was in a state of confusion and anxiety, and while Gu Yiguan was watching the battle and she was sneaking out for some fresh air, the orphan of Queshan recognized her at a glance and stood in front of her.
"What do you intend to do?"
The weight that had been hanging over Zhu Wuyao's heart suddenly lifted, and he felt a sense of relief, even looking at the woman with some curiosity.
The Heavenly Blade that Shen Anzhi failed to cultivate was cultivated by Gu Yiguan.
Now it stands right in front of me.
Little did they know how they would invite her into this game.
"Zhu Wuyao, you will die because of your own divination."
"Ha, I've roamed the world for years, casting divinations for countless people, yet Heaven hasn't come to kill me."
"Give me a fortune reading, and you'll be willing to die."
Zhu Wuyao instantly dropped her nonchalant expression, her expression turning serious as she silently scrutinized the woman before her, remaining motionless for a long time.
"If I want to escape my fate, what will you do?"
The woman shook her head and said, "There's nothing I can do. You're very strong."
Zhu Wuyao smiled and said, "No need to see me out."
To her surprise, this orphan of Queshan really didn't say another word. She just gave Zhu Wuyao a half-smile and then turned and left.
As the woman walked away, Zhu Wuyao's unease grew stronger.
She suddenly looked down at her hands and belatedly realized that they were trembling.
Zhu Wuyao, how will the Star-Picking Tower deal with a cultivator at the half-step Nascent Soul stage? In this world... who exactly possesses such strength...?
Who is willing to die for you, to take your place? Who is now in Licheng, taking your place and facing your destiny? Who has this karmic connection with you that you can entrust with your life and death?
Don't you know?
"Wait a moment……"
Zhu Wuyao slowly raised his hand, his voice trembling slightly, and called out to her. The woman stopped in her tracks.
Therefore, Zhu Wuyao could no longer avoid it.
He slowly raised his eyes, and endless images unfolded instantly, revealing the future of this woman in his consciousness.
She was looking at the very near future, so she was very detailed.
Good news came from that great battle: Licheng, just as she had predicted, defeated the Juque Sect and became one of the four major sects.
Many people died.
Through the woman's eyes, she glimpsed Gu Yiguan's prolonged silence and saw the extinguished soul lamp.
She saw the woman secretly worshipping the memorial tablet, and as her gaze moved upward, the name on the tablet pierced Zhu Wuyao's eyes.
As Zhu Wuyao's consciousness surged violently with her emotions, it seemed to explode with a bang. The next moment, she was struck and overturned by powerful spiritual energy. Her endless form was immediately stopped, and she crashed to the ground, spitting out blood.
A blinding red.
Gu Yiguan noticed the two meeting and quickly intervened to stop them.
However, it's too late.
Zhu Wuyao saw the name on the memorial tablet—
Ye Xiaozhou
Wiping the blood from his mouth, Zhu Wuyao slowly stood up, met Gu Yiguan's gaze—who held a long halberd—and, with his sword held horizontally in front of him, said:
"I don't understand, and I don't get it."
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
Licheng.
A woman in a fiery red dress, wielding a curved blade, appeared like a god of death descending upon the world, reaping the lives of the Juque Sect cultivators.
She is the strongest fighter in the modern era.
She was the leader of the group battle.