Ark, they don't revolve around you

Because the second brother is a bad guy, but Zhuang Ning is a good guy, a victim, and he has the entire Dayan behind him. The more the second brother does this, the more he will be trusted by the court.

"Pureseth."

"I'm here." Precious projected out and blinked slightly, not understanding why his own doctor looked so happy again.

Fortunately, Zhuang Ning's smile was fleeting, and a solemn expression like a sculpture appeared on his face. He opened the window, and outside the window was the spotless night with faintly visible stars:

"During this period of time, I have been thinking about what I should do, and I asked you to do countless deductions for this."

"Undoubtedly, the result will end with your victory."

"Of course I will win, because I have mastered the rules of the game." Zhuang Ning closed his eyes, "The people of Yan said that the way is to share the benefits of the world; being able to share the benefits with people in the world is benevolence; being able to save people from death and rescue people in danger is virtue; being able to share joy and happiness with others is righteousness."

"This is the Six Strategies." Prisseth said. As expected of an AI, it matched the Rhodes Island database and was familiar with the ancient books of Yan State.

Zhuang Ning looked at himself in the glasses, still indifferent: "This world is like a chess game, there are only a few people who can play chess, and that second brother tried his best to get himself out of the chess position, so he put everything on the line hoping to win a little bit."

"But he doesn't understand benevolence, righteousness, or virtue. He is destined to be unable to benefit the world, even though he knows the way to benefit others better than anyone else." Zhuang Ning embraced the sword. "I'm not arrogant, but I have surpassed him in more than one aspect. He will be my best chess piece."

"If one day my plan finally succeeds, as the chess player who manipulated him, I should give him some favors."

Precious didn't understand: "What does this mean?"

Zhuang Ning pointed at his sword and said, "Call the soul."

"The funny thing is, if I want to successfully tame the beast named Sui, I have to revive her and disperse her power. Apart from summoning the souls of these Sui pieces, what other choice do I have?"

That was a possibility that the PRTS machine could not simulate, but it did happen, so Zhuang Ning was neither happy nor sad. He just felt the remaining warmth on the sword: "In this way, they may also return to the soul, and I will owe them nothing."

"I am not interested in being a good person, and I also sneer at bad people. Only fools would be entangled in the difference between the two. All I want is that Da Yan and Sui must be in my hands." He murmured, with no joy or anger in his eyes, "Before that, they have to sacrifice themselves first."

……

The peach blossoms are in full bloom, forming a colorful peach forest with intertwined peach trees, which reminds people of the scenery of the Jiangnan region.

But the spring breeze does not reach Yumen, and the occasional oasis will not have beautiful spring scenery like peach blossoms. Chongyue is like a traveler who has strayed into the Peach Blossom Land and is walking in this secluded place.

There was a small boat at the end of the forest and the source of water, and the owner was waiting for him quietly.

She was a tall woman, dressed in a blood-red dress, with ethereal eyes that exuded coldness and arrogance. Zhongyue had felt this arrogance in the eyes of countless "peers".

Although he was a little anxious, he calmed down and asked softly, "You are..."

“You don’t know me.” The woman frowned and shook her head slightly, “You are indeed not Him, but just a part of Him.”

"You are the giant beast that was once expelled." Zhongyue guessed something and looked around.

In the distant past, when the Great Yan Emperor expelled the giant beasts, Sui was a great help. Without Sui, even if the Great Yan national strength was emptied, the gods would still stand on the Yan land, right? There must be many expelled giant beasts who resent Sui.

"I am still quite interested in you." The woman showed a kind of indifference from beginning to end, but she hid her extreme hatred and doubt under her apparent indifference, "Shuo... your name is this."

"That was my name a long time ago. Now I am called Chongyue." Chongyue clenched his fists. "If you are interested, we can talk next time. Why count on this time? I am in a hurry."

"This is fate, how can we miss it?" The woman revealed murderous intent. This world was her authority, but now ripples as small as needles appeared in it.

"You don't want to let me go?" Zhongyue was only a few steps away from her.

Before the battle, he asked one last question: "You are a giant beast, how could you go along with the Shanhai people?"

The beasts are so proud that they would never bow their heads to look at the humans whom they despise.

"Go along with them? They don't deserve it. They are just passing by and have the same goal. I am taking advantage of them." The woman smiled. "My name is Ya. During the time of the destruction of the year, I was one of his companions who was betrayed."

"The behemoths have no companions, and everyone keeps to themselves."

"But we are all giant beasts after all. Wars between giant beasts can cause mountains to collapse and terrain to change. How can we allow mortals to interfere?" Ya sneered. Compared with the shame of being expelled from Da Yan by humans, the wound of being betrayed by one's own kind is a pain that will never be healed. Therefore, she can even use humans.

"You are here to argue with Sui." Zhongyue's eyes showed a little more pity, "You are all living in the past."

The woman lowered her eyes: "In the past... Sui, no, Shuo, answer me, why do you want to help mortals? This world is so hateful. Why do you want to help these weak ants? Will they be grateful to you? But you are an alien, how can they accept you physically and mentally?"

“Why don’t they treat you sincerely?” Zhongyue sighed, the pity in his eyes becoming stronger and stronger. “Why do you always stare at the darkness? I treat my disciples and soldiers sincerely, so they support me, love me, and go to the battlefield. If I am injured, even though they are far weaker than me, they will die to save me.”

"Put aside the great undertakings of those emperors, generals, gods and dragons. I don't care about you or Sui, but if you desire to harm them, you are my enemy."

"Just for your comrades? You are not Him, He would not think so." The woman raised her slender wrist, no longer wanting to talk. "Go to hell, Shuo, I want to see the real Him and question that traitor, not a fragment like you!"

The murderous intent was exposed, and this cut-off world was almost boiling. The woman's fists and feet had no posture because there was no need. Martial arts were meant for the weak, and why would a giant beast need any skills?

As his death was approaching, the man sighed and threw his punches slowly, his movements as slow as Tai Chi.

——But I heard the sound of breaking.

After one punch, cracks appeared in the space, breaking into pieces, and the heaven and earth collapsed.

Night fell again, and there was still a lonely smoke in the desert and a desolate distance. Ya leaned over and looked at the wound quietly, blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. She didn't even see how Zhongyue threw the punch.

"Even if it's just a fragment, it's so difficult to deal with." Ya smiled, as if looking at a distant existence, "Aren't you going to kill me?"

"Your body is just an agent, a puppet. What's the harm in killing the puppet?" Zhong Yue glanced at her calmly, "You are about to die, so you hope to see Him before you die."

Ya concealed his expression, and instead, a look of mockery and sympathy appeared in her eyes. She lowered her eyes and swallowed back the blood she was about to cough up. She was Ya, a noble giant beast, how could she vomit blood?

Zhong Yue took only a few steps before he suddenly stopped and turned his head. As if he sensed something, a hint of ferocity appeared in his eyes: "Nian has also disappeared. Are you just here to hold me back?"

"Nian...your sister, I've seen her, she's a very nice girl." Ya chuckled, "You're wrong, I came here to kill you, but I don't have enough strength. Although I failed, it seems that your brother's effect is still quite significant."

The giant beasts were connected in some mysterious way, and at the moment when their relatives and friends died, a pulse-like feeling hit Chongyue.

Zhong Yue took a step back. He usually didn't show his emotions, but he rarely showed sadness. The last time he showed such sadness was the night Jie disappeared: "He really wants to revive Sui."

He clenched his fists, and the veins under his skin were as sharp as snakes. He was angry. Ya stared coldly at Zhongyue's back and saw him running away.

Ya coughed even more deeply. It was a really vicious punch, but he didn't use his full strength. He held back like a warrior. Unless one faced this man with the body of a giant beast, it was hard to imagine who could defeat him.

But Zhongyue, who was speeding through the desert, had no time to think about it and was only chasing that breath.

Beside a bonfire, he saw his second brother. When he saw his elder brother, a gentle smile spread across his face: "Brother, long time no see."

Zhongyue's face was gloomy, his steps were on the quicksand, and his murderous intent was like a taut bowstring: "You killed Nian."

"Not just Nian, there are many others." He turned his eyes away, "But what can I do, Shuo, maybe you should have been able to stop me."

Zhongyue rarely gets angry, but at this moment he is indeed furious: "Are you crazy? You attacked your family."

"They don't like me any more than I like them."

"This is no longer your preference." Zhongyue said coldly, "Do you know what you will be in if you lose to Dayan?"

"How?"

"The world is about to be in chaos, the mountains and rivers will be destroyed, and you and I can feel His wrath."

“That has nothing to do with me.” The man’s figure gradually dimmed, as if stained by ink. He seemed helpless at his brother’s stupidity. “To be frank, you and I can feel that the resentment is a sign of “His” revival. I don’t care about the people of the world you mentioned.”

"Do you only think about yourself? But you once held a high position in the government and even served as prime minister."

"Da Yan's officialdom is like black ink. Anyone who comes here will be stained black. Those ideals and integrity are all empty. Only speculators thrive like fish in water." He sneered, "Power is poisonous, brother. People's desires cannot be suppressed. I have long been disappointed with so-called people."

Before he could finish his words, the fist arrived and hit him in the chest. The air exploded and the aftermath lifted the sand several meters high.

“So amazing.” The second brother’s body was broken into pieces. It looked like nothing more than a terracotta warrior. His original body had long since left. “Brother, I can’t defeat you yet. Give me some time to digest the power. Then I will send you off.”

He clearly left with a smile on his face, and before leaving he looked down upon his brother, as if to say that he was the only one qualified to save him.

Zhongyue's clenched fist loosened, and at that moment, he really wanted to kill someone.

The night was indeed very cold. He remembered that Nian once said that he was the most imperfect person, but even perfect people can have moments of powerlessness.

……

The beacon fire was lit, thick smoke and dust billowed out, and on the high platform, a shaman with disheveled hair danced a strange dance.

This is the highest point of Yumen, which seems very much like the distant ancient times when humans still believed that gods would protect them and the country’s major affairs were sacrifices and wars.

However, the cameras in various positions beside the platform announced that this was just a drama. Zhuang Ning was a little dazed. He had not paid attention to this movie for a long time, and he felt a little strange when he watched from afar.

"Sir, didn't Director Nian show up today?" the old director asked cautiously. Normally he seldom spoke and just did his job honestly. Zhuang Ning always liked this kind of person, but today he still caught a hint of something strange.

I heard last night that Yumen was attacked. There were drone wreckage and several injured soldiers at the scene. The old director thought that the play might have to be interrupted for a while, but the filming continued anyway.

But the person who came was not Nian, but Zhuang Ning, a doctor who was suspected to have close ties with the Great Yan court.

Seeing his frightened look, Zhuang Ning didn't say directly: "Director Nian is ill, you will take over from now on."

"Are you really sick?"

"You want to know?"

The old director smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly. This was the old man's way of protecting himself: "Leave it to me."

"Today's scene is the last one. Will it be over after we finish filming it?"

"Correct."

"Then the show should be coming soon, right?"

The old director wanted to say, "It's not that fast," but Zhuang Ning looked at him and he immediately understood and nodded vigorously, "Yes, it's almost there."

Zhuang Ning put his hand on his shoulder: "Don't be nervous, do your best, I hope the finished film will not disappoint me."

How dare I let you down... The old director sighed inwardly and waved his hand to signal that filming could continue.

Zhuang Ning had read the script and knew what the last scene was about. Dayan destroyed Sui and was deified, and the remnants of the mountains and seas fled. In the end, the real dragon set up an altar and asked the witch to summon the souls and offer sacrifices to let the dead souls rest in peace.

This must be a change of Nian, but it is very reasonable. I just don’t know how Nian, a guy born in Shangshu, could know the sacrificial rituals so well.

The actor who played the real dragon wore a crown and bowed towards the altar. Just watching the ending was really exciting. Sui and the giant beast disappeared like smoke, and the land of Yan State returned to mankind. The real dragon was wise and powerful, and he would surely bring lasting peace.

But the surviving male protagonist did not participate in the sacrifice. He declined the reward and ran to the cave where he was captured by the female protagonist, without saying a word.

There are no lines here, only camera language, and the protagonist doesn't even need to act, just a blank expression. Which director once said that sometimes you don't need to have too much tension in your expression to depict sadness, and a straight face can actually make it more beautiful.

Zhuang Ning thought that the protagonist was probably reminiscing about the time he spent with Sui Beast. No matter what the result was, he still betrayed the woman who trusted him, and his heart was broken.

At this time, a hand was placed on the protagonist's shoulder. The girl appeared and smiled gently, saying that as the agent of the Sui Beast, she should have died, but the Sui Beast separated her humanity before dying.

The story ends here, and Zhuang Ning is a little surprised. Is this the final scene that Nian Xin had been thinking about? It's so dull. Perhaps after editing, with filters and music, this scene will become more vivid, but he was directly parachuted in to supervise, and he actually felt that this was too simple.

just.

Keeping things simple may not be a bad thing.

The old director carefully observed Zhuang Ning's reaction, and only felt relieved when he saw him nod slightly.

When Zhuang Ning walked outside, it was Zhong Yue who was waiting for him. Since last night, the Grandmaster had remained silent and stood on the city wall all night.

Everyone knows that the Grandmaster has the habit of gazing at Yumen. A high wall can divide the world into two parts. On one side is yellow sand, with only the wind blowing through the canyon sounding like the howling of ghosts, while on the other side are the hawking of vendors and the noise of the martial arts arena. This pass that retains its ancient charm is not as dead silent as ordinary people imagine. The Grandmaster always has complicated feelings towards this city.