He shook his head, subconsciously reached out to touch the stone stele, and felt cold in his hand.

The fingers moved along the handwriting of the dragon and the phoenix, touching them one by one, until they touched Liu Bowen's red letter, and suddenly, the fingertips were hot, as if from the word, there was an inexplicable force pouring into the body along the fingers.

At the same time, on the pocket watch that Yang Qiao put close to his chest, the amber yin and yang fish also became scorching, which was ......

Rumble!

It was as if the sky was falling apart, endless light poured into sight, and fragmented images poured into my mind.

A.D. 1363, the end of the Yuan Dynasty to the twenty-third year of the year.

Scarlet Poyang Lake.

According to legend, the famous poet Wang Bo of the Tang Dynasty went to Jiaozhi to visit his father, passed by the Tengwang Pavilion, felt by the magnificent mountains and lakes, and waved the preface of the Tengwang Pavilion that has been flowing through the ages. When the young Wang Bo ascended the Tengwang Pavilion, overlooking the blue waves and the Poyang Lake, where the water and the sky are connected, he couldn't help but be fierce and fierce, and made a famous sentence that was passed on to future generations -

Luoxia and fetching cranes fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky.

At this time, what Yang Qiao saw was not so poetic and picturesque, what he saw was...... Blood.

The remnant sun is like blood, and it is near dusk.

In front of us is a huge warship that covers the clouds and the sun, connecting the sky and the earth, as far as the eye can see. The flags fluttering on the giant ship were like huge cloaks.

Dark clouds crushed the city.

This is the 600,000 naval army of Han King Chen Youliang.

On the other hand, Zhu Yuanzhang, the king of Wu, led an army of 200,000 to pour out of the nest and confronted Chen Youliang in a decisive battle in Poyang Lake.

The war has lasted for several days, and the scales of victory are tilting little by little under Chen Youliang's absolute strength.

In yesterday's fierce battle, Zhang Dingbian, a peerless fierce general in the Han army, rushed forward in hundreds of thousands of troops, led the ship to break through tens of thousands of warships to intercept, and went straight into the main camp of Zhu Yuanzhang, the king of Wu, and almost let him capture Wu Wangsheng alive.

At the critical moment, if it weren't for the fact that King Wu's general, Chang Yuchun, injured Zhang Dingbian with an arrow, he would have almost been able to succeed.

Taking advantage of this prestige, Chen Youliang waved his army and almost caused Zhu Yuanzhang to collapse. This morning, it was only with the help of the army led by General Ding Pulang to counterattack Chen Youliang's battle formation that the rout was slightly stopped.

But all discerning people have seen that failure is only a matter of time.

The sunset is like blood, dripping into the hearts of every soldier of King Wu.

The sunset is infinitely good, but it is just near dusk, can we still see such a beautiful scenery tomorrow?

In King Wu's flagship warship, the atmosphere was silent and depressing, and in the deepest room of the flagship, the supreme commander Zhu Yuanzhang was holding a final meeting with his henchmen and generals. In this meeting, the next steps will be discussed.

Victory or victory,

Either you are defeated.

There is no third way to go.

The layout of the conference room is simple and simple, just like Zhu Yuanzhang's personality, everything advocates pragmatism, not luxury.

In the middle of the conference room sat a man on a wooden chair, with a horse's face and broad shoulders, tall and majestic like a tiger, his eyes shining brightly, sweeping everyone like lightning.

This person is Zhu Yuanzhang, the king of Wu.

On his left hand, sat the top general of the Wu army-

Xu Da, Chang Yuchun, Fu Youde, Guo Xing, Guo Ying, Feng Sheng, Ding Dexing, etc., can be described as shining stars.

In his right hand sat the ministers, headed by the resourceful and decisive Liu Ji and Liu Bowen, and the following were Song Lian, Zhang Yi, Ye Chen, etc.

"The lonely king and Chen Youliang have fought so far, what are your good plans?" Zhu Yuanzhang looked around at the ministers and spoke first, his voice was low, and the sound of gold and stone was hidden, showing that he was a person full of decisiveness.

The generals and advisers present expressed their opinions, but there was no good way to do it, Zhu Yuanzhang's brows were twisted together, and an anxious mood rose in his heart. He understands that if there is no good strategy to retreat from the enemy, next year today will be his own sacrifice.

His gaze looked over from the generals around him one by one, these generals, these think tanks, can't anyone share their worries with loneliness?

Finally, among the generals, Guo Xing proposed a plan to attack with fire.

Today's situation is similar to the Chibi of the Three Kingdoms in the past, Chen Youliang is also a giant ship, connected by iron locks, Mo Ruo uses the Three Kingdoms Kong Ming plan, and uses fire to break the enemy.

This plan, of course, is very good, but in terms of specific implementation, there is an embarrassing problem -

No wind!

Yes, there is no wind, and the fire attack must be done with the wind, at this time, the heavenly prince does not make beauty, if he dares to set fire, I am afraid that if it does not burn to Chen Youliang's army, the fire will roll back, and it will hurt himself.

What's the best way to do it?

No way.

Only wait.

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes once again looked deeply at the comrades-in-arms in front of him, and he knew that after today's night, maybe some people would not be able to see it tomorrow. On the battlefield, no one can say for sure whether they will be the next to die.

When his eyes saw Liu Ji among the ministers, his eyes lit up, and from Liu Ji, he saw something different from others.

In the eyes of this chief strategist, there is no entanglement, let alone the slightest panic and vacillation, and there is a wisdom plan in the chest.

Zhu Yuanzhang is very familiar with Liu Ji's eyes, just like in the twentieth year of Zhizheng, Chen Youliang attacked himself for the first time. At that time, many ministers under his command advocated surrender and some advocated escape, but only Liu Ji expressed resolute resistance and made a plan, and then defeated Chen Youliang with this.

Berwyn stayed. ”

Zhu Yuanzhang said slowly.

……

In the silence of the dark room, a dense lamp was placed on the dark dry branches, and in the midst of the lamplight, a scribe with his feet draped in his hair and a sword in his hand danced in a strange rhythm, or prayed.

This person is, Liu Bowen!

Yang Qiao entered the long river of history in this era and saw this scene happen with his own eyes. He now has a strange perspective, not like an unrelated bystander, but like a participant in the event, with a sense of immersion.

In his gaze, he saw Liu Bowen stepping on the gang cloth under his feet, stepping on a certain formation with a kind of mysterious footwork of Feng Shui Xuanmen, and the sword in his hand seemed to draw an inexplicable spell in the air.

"The wind is coming!"

Liu Bowen pointed at his long sword, and the lights in the dark room shone brightly like stars in the sky, dragging out half a foot of light with the guidance of the long sword.

At this moment, the big flag on the ship "hula" shook straight.

The wind is blowing.

Where there is wind, there is fire!

In ancient times, Zhuge borrowed the east wind, and now Liu Bowen borrowed the east wind.

The same fire attack, the same weak attack strong.

History is a cycle.

There was a rumbling battle drum outside the ship, and the Wu army's momentum and fighting spirit boiled to the extreme. As far as the eye could see, countless small ships were biting towards the Han army's big ship like flying locusts, and the flames were all over the sky.

The die is cast.

"Boom!"

As soon as Liu Bowen's hand was released, the sword between his fingers fell to the ground, and he was sweating profusely and almost collapsed. Seeing the Han army's big ship sinking into the sea of fire, his eyes were joyless and sad, and he suddenly turned his head in the direction of Yang Qiao and said, "I did it." ”

Do...... Arrived?

Is he talking to me?

Can he see me?

Yang Qiao's heart shook violently, and the light flashed in front of him, and the picture changed again.

In November of the twenty-third year, Wuchang Mansion.

Liu Ji's face was a little pale, but his spirit was surprisingly good, as if he was overdrawing his life.

He was in a strange cave at this time, and his eyes lit up with an inhuman light, so dazzling, as if infinite fire wisdom burst out of his eyes.

Behind him, the sergeants who guarded Wu Guo drew their blades one by one, protecting Liu Bowen, as if facing a great enemy.

In front of Liu Bowen, in the depths of the cave, there seemed to be something squirming, Yang Qiao instinctively felt that it was a very important thing, he tried to widen his eyes, and finally saw it, there was ...... A coiled, dragon!

Dragon Vein!

"Minister Liu Ji was ordered by King Wu to explore the dragon veins of the world, in order to seek unification, this inscription was specially set up to remember. ”

A huge stone monument was erected by sweaty soldiers, and Liu Bowen held a wolf in his hand, leaving ink marks on it.

Not far in front of him, a large array of feng shui trapped the dragon vein.

Yang Qiao looked at all this, strangely substituting into another person's perspective, he felt that seeing everything Liu Ji did, his heart was full of worry and heaviness.

Why is this happening?

Once again, the picture shattered......

is still in this cave, the protagonist is still Liu Bowen, but this time Liu Bowen's face looks much older, and his temples are gray.

He slowly walked to the inscription of the year, stretched out his hand to caress it, muttered to himself, and then instructed the sergeant behind him to chisel away all the original inscriptions, and then re-inscribe them on the old stele to remember it.

This is the text of the stone tablet that Yang Qiao saw in the cave before - Da Ming, Liu Ji Jingli.

Da Ming, could it be that the Ming Dynasty has been established at this time?

Yang Qiao's heart was inexplicably surprised, only to see Liu Bowen turn around and order the sergeants to withdraw, leaving him alone with his sword and walking towards the feng shui array trapped in the dragon vein.

When Yang Qiao saw this scene, his breathing couldn't help but become slightly short.

For the first time in my life, I had the opportunity to observe the dragon veins up close, which was a rare experience.

As Liu Ji approached, Yang Qiao gradually saw the appearance of the dragon vein, it was a cyan young dragon, covered with scales, and its eyes were like two yellow lanterns, it was between the real and the unreal, every scale and every texture on the body seemed to contain the supreme principle of heaven and earth, and contained the unfathomable law of the royal road.