Han Li looked at Lu Yunze, who had a complicated look on his face, and sighed helplessly:

"I see, that's really what happened."

"Did you see it?" Lu Yunze asked with a wry smile.

Han Li nodded and said calmly: "If the previous war was really as smooth as they said, then how could they give up the key positions in the formation to us, the later generations? Are they all selfless saints?

, are you willing to hand over the credit to others?"

Lu Yunze nodded and looked at the crowd not far away.

"It's a pity that only a few can see this."

Han Li was a little dumbfounded, "What's such a pity? Do you still hope that everyone can see it?"

Lu Yunze was silent for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile. "I don't know what I'm thinking."

"Old Han, death is the only way through the ages. It's easier said than done."

Han Li walked to him silently.

"Is the situation really that bad?" Han Li asked solemnly.

Lu Yunze lowered his eyelids slightly, with a self-deprecating wry smile on his lips.

"The monks from the seven sects used more to defeat fewer, but still ambushed. As a result, the casualty rate was close to two to one."

Lu Yunze sighed, "This is because the monks at the core formation stage have the upper hand and are able to take action against the foundation-building demon cultivators. Otherwise, the casualty ratio will only be more tragic."

"Old Han, do you know what this means?"

Han Li's face was extremely gloomy, of course he knew.

This means that the combat power of the seven sects of the Yue Kingdom and the six sects of the Demonic Way are not at the same level at all.

After pondering for a long time, Han Li raised his head again and looked at the nameless barren mountain.

What kind of battlefield is this? It is clearly the cemetery that the senior leaders of the seven sects and the six demon sects jointly selected for their group of people!

"How could this happen?" Han Li gritted his teeth, a ferocious look flashing in his eyes.

That day, he returned to Yellow Maple Valley with Wang Chan who was captured alive. With such a great achievement, no one would bother him or recruit him to perform any tasks. Unexpectedly, he did not rest after returning to Yellow Maple Valley.

It didn't take long for him to be sent here with the large army.

Now that I think about it, I might as well find a random mission and go out and hide for a while.

Lu Yunze took a deep breath and looked at Han Li beside him.

"In a month, we might all be dead."

Han Li smiled bitterly and said, "In comparison, it's easier for me to die, right?"

"That's true."

"...Actually, you can speak more tactfully."

Lu Yunze forced out a smile and turned to look at the large tent where the monks in the alchemy stage gathered.

"Old Han, I just saw Nangong Wan."

He reached out and patted Han Li on the shoulder.

"If necessary, I can help you ask her out to meet. No one can guarantee that they will survive the war in a month, so don't leave any regrets for yourself."

Han Li's eyes moved slightly, but soon returned to his previous calm appearance.

"What can I do if I see you? It will only increase your worries."

Han Li shrugged and smiled bitterly.

"There shouldn't be too much interaction between me and her now, it's good for both of us."

Lu Yunze looked at him deeply, his eyes were complicated, as if he had too many things to say, but in the end he only muttered one sentence:

"Sometimes, I really admire you."

"We?" Han Li was stunned.

"Yes, you, Nangong Wan, Li Wuya, and..." Lu Yunze pointed to the crowd not far away with his chin.

"And them, sometimes I really admire you for being so rational."

Han Li looked at him, shook his head helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "It's not that we are rational, it's that you are too emotional. Sometimes you are so emotional that I feel that you are out of tune with this world."

"Like I said before, I do everything because I want to live, and you do everything because you like it."

"Your background, your strength, your talents... these things support you to live the way you like." Han Li sighed and looked at Lu Yunze with extremely complicated eyes.

Lu Yunze almost got everything he could not ask for.

Lu Yunze smiled a little sheepishly, "Actually, you don't need to praise me like that."

"I'm not praising you, I just want to tell you that you are different from me." Han Li looked into Lu Yunze's eyes and said firmly.

"I have given up too much and sacrificed too much along the way. This is not because I want to, but because I have no choice."

"Lu Yunze, you are different from me. You always have a choice."

Lu Yunze fell silent and was speechless for a long time.

Along the way, everything he had gave him too many rights to be willful.

It's different now. Now he has to face the murderous Six Demonic Sects and the top seven sects who regard human life as a bargaining chip.

Qiong Wuji can't help him, nor can his proud talent and strength.

It seemed like he had no choice.

"Old Han, I met a person a long time ago. He was one of my...teachers."

Lu Yunze said quietly, with nostalgia and unforgettable regret in his tone.

A clear figure gradually emerged in his mind, with a thin figure, in his thirties, and a gentle smile on his face.

"He said that people are human beings, not cows and horses, not stubborn rocks, and not animals. Only when people know why they live can they stand firm in this complex world."

Han Li looked at him with some confusion, and said with a smile: "This sounds like something a teacher would say."

"Yes, he is a teacher, and he is the kind of teacher who doesn't do well."

Lu Yunze smiled bitterly and continued: "He told us that people should live in their own way. Working hard is not to live a better life than others, but to make more people live less poorly."

Han Li fell silent.

After a while, he slowly raised his head and said solemnly:

"If this person's words and deeds are consistent, he can be called a saint."

"Saint? Maybe." The corners of Lu Yunze's mouth raised slightly.

"Old Han, do you believe it? In a certain country during a certain period of time, such saints were almost everywhere."

"Ha..." Han Li couldn't help but sneered.

"If this is really the case, then this country is probably going to perish."

Lu Yunze shook his head, "That country is not dead. A group of naive idealists carved a bright road in the darkness surrounded by wolves."

Han Li lowered his head and laughed, and asked half-jokingly: "What happened next?"

"Later..." Lu Yunze thought seriously.

"Later, almost all the saints died. Only a handful of people were left, who still insisted on an almost impossible ideal with almost paranoia."

Han Li's smile froze.

After a long while, I heard him say dryly: "This is possible."

"Yeah, good people don't live long, and disasters last for thousands of years. What the hell kind of world is this?"

Lu Yunze sighed deeply, "Old Han, I don't want to die."

Han Li looked at him with a bitter smile on his face.

"Me too."

Lu Yunze and Han Li stood side by side on the mountain, speechless for a long time.

"Old Han, am I being too pretentious?"

"It's okay, I've already gotten used to it after knowing you for so many years."

Han Li patted Lu Yunze's shoulder and said softly: "There will always be a way, and don't take yourself too seriously. We are all equally powerless in the face of this kind of thing."

Lu Yunze nodded, his eyes gradually changing from confusion to determination.

Sometimes, people just need someone to talk to.

After saying that, my mood stabilized. Then I had to face life again.
Chapter completed!