Nandu, known as Jinling in ancient times, was the ancient capital of the ten dynasties. In the history of the Chinese nation, this ancient city has a profound historical heritage.

However, in modern times, this famous ancient capital suffered a catastrophe accompanied by the invasion of a barbarian army!

On December 13, 1937, the invading Chinese army barbarized invasion of Nandu, and in the next six weeks, it created a horrific and tragic Nandu massacre!

More than 300,000 creatures were damaged! One-third of the buildings were destroyed! The beautiful ancient capital of the ten dynasties has become a hell on earth!

This is the darkest stroke in human history and the pain that the Chinese people can never be waived!

When Chu Yang got off the train and stepped onto the land of Nandu, he suddenly felt that different solemn atmosphere.

He had learned about this history from Chu Yang's previous memory, and was moved by it at that time!

In the world of cultivators, although there is also a jungle law that preys on the weak, cultivators rarely attack civilians, and will not create such a horrifying massacre! Such beastly behavior is simply crazy! It is hard for Chu Yang to imagine what kind of BT nation can do such an outrageous behavior!

After more than seventy years, Nandu has been rebuilt for several rounds. The traces of trees on the surface of history have long disappeared, and only some museums still retain some of the evidence from the past. However, the traces left in people's hearts are not so easy to erase.

Chu Yang strolled on the streets of Nandu City and noticed a small detail. That is, on the streets of Nandu City, you can rarely see cars from Country R. This country built on a small island. Chu Yang is more accustomed to calling it "island country", and Country R is his official name. The cars of Country R are fuel-efficient, have beautiful appearance, and are very popular all over the world. However, here, you rarely see R brands such as R. Products and Fengtian. This is enough to see how far-reaching the crimes committed by the R. Army in this city have on the people of this city! People use this method to express a persistence that remembers history!

According to the notice, Chu Yang came to the municipal government guesthouse in Nandu, completed the check-in procedures, received the room card, and then walked towards his room. However, at this moment, a white-haired old lady walked into the door, and a staff member was supporting her next to her. But the old man was obviously in good spirits. His steps were also very steady. The support movement of the two staff members was more of a symbolic meaning.

The old man took out his ID card and certificate documents with his hand like a dead tree bark. The staff at the front desk politely asked her "Hello Grandma Xia". Then he quickly completed the procedures for her.

From the chat of several staff members next to him, Chu Yang learned that the old man was named Xia Shuying, who was over 90 years old this year and was a survivor of the massacre. Her family of eight died in the massacre. Only she escaped by hiding in the cellar. She spent seven days and nights alone in horror, and finally was rescued by a kind-hearted person who happened to pass by and fled to the safe area, leaving her life!

Seventy-seven years have passed, and the old man’s unforgettable memory of that time has been passed. Now, although Xia Shuying is already in her twilight years, when it comes to that past, there is still fear and pain in her eyes!

Listening to the narratives of these people, Chu Yang's mood became extremely heavy! From this old man, he seemed to see the catastrophe happening in front of him.

Chu Yang didn't do much. He just walked over, held the old man's hand, secretly passed a ray of true energy, and helped her sort out the aging and injured body due to the erosion of time.

Old man Xia Shuying looked at the young man in front of her. She felt that the young man's hand was as warm as a piece of warm jade, and a heat flowed from his hand into his body. The wound seemed to be less painful on the right leg, which was injured by a stray bullet on the way to escape. Although she didn't understand what was going on, she still cast a grateful look at the young man.

After parting with the old man, Chu Yang returned to his room, called the girls separately, turned off his cell phone, and began to practice the "Le Shen Jue".

But he, who was able to calm down soon in the past, could not enter into meditation for a long time today. The story of Mr. Xia Shuying just now has been circling and entangled in his heart.

Moreover, Chu Yang vaguely felt that a heavy atmosphere slowly condensed above the city above the city. That atmosphere put great pressure on him and made him unable to calm down for a long time!

Since he could not practice, Chu Yang simply turned on the TV and watched the local program.

Tomorrow is the day of the public memorial. Local TV shows play some arrangements and precautions about the public memorial, and some documentaries of the Yu Nandu Massacre were also interspersed with. From these films, Chu Yang relived that history again. It turned out that Chu Yang's memories and that history began to slowly overlap. He began to realize where that heaviness came from. If you guessed it well, it came from the collective will of this city and hundreds of thousands of ordinary people!

This is a city full of painful memories. Although it is still so prosperous from the outside, people's memory of that history can still be seen from some details!

In such an atmosphere, Chu Yang was gradually infected. He gave up his cultivation and began to experience this emotion.

That night, Chu Yang, who had always had no dreams, suddenly had a dream.

In the dream, he "sees" the massacre as a person next to him, like a hell on earth!

The planes covering the sky, bombs thrown like rain, black smoke churning everywhere, and flames soaring into the sky!

The screams and crying of adults, children, old men and women. The sound of heavy machine guns that tore apart the air, the torn bodies, the piles of corpses, the lake water stained with blood.

A huge pit, half the size of a football field. Countless people were wrapped in iron wire, and in a bunch of them were driven into the pit and buried alive!

A riverside that was unknown. Hundreds of women and children were driven to the shore. Soldiers in yellow uniforms set up machine guns and fired! The crowd fell down like a valley, and the river water was gradually dyed into a dazzling red!

A woman pregnant with Rocca was chased to a dead end by several soldiers. The soldiers walked forward with a grim smile, stripped naked and took turns to abuse the poor pregnant woman!

Several soldiers who had vented their desires cut off her breasts, picked her belly open, and cruelly picked a formed baby boy on the bayonet as their "trophy". They left with laughter, leaving only the bloody woman, staring at her flesh and blood on the tip of the knife, as if crying silently for him!

The picture changed. Two officers, waving their sharp bayonets, burst into the homes of ordinary people with a smile, and started a unique "killing competition". The event of their competition was to see who killed a hundred Chinese people first! In the end, a major won, and the final picture was that he was leaning on a saber, proudly, and neatly filled with rows of heads under his feet!

Chu Yang was in such a dream, unable to leave or wake up. It seemed that there was an invisible force asking him to continue watching!

The scenes of scenes really shocked him! As a cultivator, especially a cultivator who is good at cultivating his soul, Chu Yang naturally knew that he was in a dream at this moment. But this dream was not an ordinary dream. It was an extremely huge and powerful collective will. Under the joint influence, through the dream, his soul experienced such a scene!

At four o'clock in the morning, Chu Yang opened his eyes in his room, and slowly sat up. He opened the curtains and looked out the window. It was the time before dawn, but now it was the darkest moment of the day!

A few days ago, there was a heavy snowfall. Before the residual snow was over, the wind blew in the air again. The sound of the whimpering wind was like the crying of countless unjust souls. It rushed towards Chu Yang with a hint of chill. The chill seemed to pierce through his sea of ​​consciousness and penetrate into his soul!

Chu Yang looked solemn, got up and left the room, left the guesthouse, and walked to the street.

He took a slow step and felt the atmosphere of the city more carefully. Chu Yang noticed that on the side of the road he passed by, whether it was merchants, government agencies, or personal residences, there was a small white flower hanging at the door, and some even had elegiac couplets with black background and white characters, with an atmosphere of sadness and depression everywhere!

Before he knew it, he had been walking along the road of this city for more than two hours, and at this moment, it was already bright!

He went around a big circle and found that he had arrived at the Memorial Hall of the Compatriots in the Nandu Massacre of the Invading Chinese Army.

Since the public memorial service was about to be held, the periphery here had been temporarily controlled by the police and the army. However, Chu Yang was one of the invited representatives of people from all walks of life. After showing his ID, he was released and entered a square specially prepared for the public memorial service.

On both sides of the square, rows of signs with black background and white words "National Public Memorial" surrounded the entire venue. On the public altar, a huge "disaster wall" carved from white marble was covered with dense names. Each name represents a living life, with more than 300,000 names silently telling everything they had experienced!

Many people have entered the square one after another. Although there are many people, everyone is in order. After entering the public memorial venue, they quickly find their place and stand there silently. Even if someone talks, they are still very quiet. Everyone's face is a serious and solemn expression.

Under the guidance of the staff, Chu Yang also walked to his position. He was wearing a black Zhongshan suit and an elegant white flower on his chest. Most of the people around him were dressed like him. Standing in this black sea of ​​people, a heavy atmosphere arose!

At around 7 o'clock, under the gaze of everyone, the bright red national flag slowly fell. Under the concentration of more than ten thousand eyes, the landing of the national flag was filled with a solemn sorrow!

There were more and more people gathering in the square, but Huiyang was still silent. Heavy, as if the main theme of this public memorial was the same.

At around 10 o'clock, with the entry of national leaders, the public memorial service officially began!

The solemn and majestic national anthem sounded, and nearly ten thousand people sang together, and a shocking momentum rose from the ground!

"Get up! People who don't want to be slaves! Build our flesh and blood into our new Great Wall..." In the accompaniment of the majestic military band, tens of thousands of people sang together into a torrent of steel. They rushed straight to the clouds!

Chu Yang was also singing loudly among the crowd. At this moment, any technique or method became no longer important. With such singing, his entire soul was shocked and washed!

National memorial service, national memorial service!

It was not until this moment that Chu Yang truly realized the heavy weight of the word "country"! He was even suppressed by the atmosphere on the scene and couldn't breathe!

At the same time, he was surprised to find that a stream of faith, as thick as a handful of arms, rushed towards the bright red national flag like dragons! The power of faith is so pure and powerful. Since he practiced the "Le Shen Jue", he has never seen such a powerful power of faith!

Chu Yang was truly shocked by the scene in front of him!

"Shut up silently to the 300,000 compatriots who died in the Nandu Massacre!"

The shrill air defense alarm sounded. Soldiers like mountains and jungles took off their military caps, and more than 10,000 people lowered their heads and observed silently!

The shrill sound of air defense alarm fell into Chu Yang's ears, as if it was the cry of hundreds of thousands of unjust souls!

At this moment, he suddenly felt that he was truly integrated with this country and this nation! Around him, the collective will of nearly ten thousand people was extremely huge. He was far superior to the power of the soul, or spiritual power of ordinary people. At this moment, he was like a drop of water in a sea, so insignificant!

At this moment, Chu Yang suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment in his heart. For the first time, he had a different understanding of the Lei Shen Jue that he had been practicing!

Before this, although he worked hard to integrate into this world, becoming a star and entering the official career, what he still thought about was practicing the God of Music. What he subconsciously kept reminding himself was, "I am a cultivator, I do not belong to this world, I am transcendent."

But at this moment, Chu Yang found that he was wrong, and he was outrageously wrong!

It’s right that he is a cultivator, and his power is far better than that of ordinary people. He has the joyful God Decision, and he is even more like a god among ordinary people!

However, his mentality is far away from the great way of practicing the God of Leshen!

The God of Joy is a magical skill that has not been born in countless planes throughout the ages. Using joy to enter the Tao completely breaks the old and old cultivation system of the past. This is the only skill that is purely based on the power of the soul and the power of faith! The most important thing in practicing this skill is to understand the power of faith!

What is faith? In the past, Chu Yang had a naive understanding of this concept. He always thought that with his own music and a good song and good song that shocked the world, he could easily gain the faith of ordinary people. But at this moment, he stood in this square and felt the pure and firm power of faith, and finally realized how outrageous he was wrong!

It is true that as a musician and a music monk, his music can be regarded as treasures by countless ordinary people, and can also have a large number of fans, and even gain a lot of faith power through it. But that kind of faith is incomparable to this kind of faith at present! Why? Because the two are not the same concept at all!

This nation, the Chinese nation, an ancient nation that has been passed down for thousands of years, has a spirit in its bones, a spirit that is not easy to see in normal times, but once it is stimulated, it is enough to shake the world!

It is a kind of passion of "those who offend me, strong Han will be punished even if they are far away"! It is a kind of spirit of "the world is within, and the four barbarians come to pay tribute"! It is a kind of firm and persistence from the heart of the soul of the nation that has been passed down for thousands of years!

Let me ask, how powerful the power that such a spirit will be! Let me ask, how firm this belief should be!

Amid the shrill alarm, many people had already burst into tears, and nearly ten thousand pure spiritual powers, a power called faith, had long condensed into a powerful force, gathered on the bright flag!

Chu Yang could hardly imagine what kind of achievements he would have achieved even if he had one ten thousandth of his power of faith was distributed to him!

I'm afraid you can break through the current realm immediately and achieve the Golden Pill in one fell swoop!

At this moment, the words that Mr. Li told him were heard in his ears again.

"I want you to go to the Ministry of Culture, just to let you discover more people who sing, act, sing good songs and act like you. Let more voices like this, and put down those unhealthy trends and evil spirits and treat them!"

Chu Yang's heart moved, as if he had caught something. But he felt something was wrong!

At this moment, a thick and powerful voice suddenly came from his ears.

"History tells us that peace needs to be fought for and peace needs to be maintained..."

The voice is calm and steady, and although it is calm and reveals a firm atmosphere!

Chu Yang chewed these words and thoughtful.

This is a kind, strong and unyielding nation. Although it has gone through the storms and hardships, it has not fallen!

"Although I am a monk, the master of this body belongs to this country and this nation! Everything I have now been closely connected with this country and this nation! Everything in this nation is so similar to the Five Continents. Whether it is thoughts and culture, or traditional customs, it seems to have a close relationship. Even the joys and rituals in the two places are exactly the same. The pentaphor scale is the iron rule summarized by the sound monks of the Five Continents, and it happens to be this country has existed since ancient times! Is all this just a coincidence?"

"No matter whether it is a coincidence or not, since I, Chu Yang, came here, I should use what I have learned to strengthen China! If I achieve such merits, I will definitely achieve the supreme joy of the Tao!"

The next moment, Chu Yang looked up at the distance, and his eyes touched the red flag, and instantly became extremely firm!
Chapter completed!