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Thick and heavy fiery clouds hovered high in the sky, blocking the line of sight, but also blocking most of the glow, the sky and the earth were dreary, and the sunset could only take advantage of a little gap, revealing a few rays of brilliant light, like a fish swimming in the deep sea, rolling out golden scales in the heaven and earth.

The setting sun sets over the mountains, leaving only a remnant of light.

Beneath the remnants of the light is a majestic city that stands alone in the plains.

It's just that in such a situation, it always gives people the feeling that the sunset is infinitely better, but it is just near dusk.

As the old saying goes, no matter how fierce the sun is, there will always be a time when it will sink into the mountains, and no matter how powerful an empire is, a small mistake can be wiped out as a result.

The majestic city stands on this plain as if it has survived forever, and the endless wind and sand cannot annihilate its walls, but only add a bit of vicissitudes to the wide and hard earth and stone red wall, and the wars that have been experienced have not destroyed it, the damage can be repaired, the city can be recast, only the meaning and spirit of this city will never be destroyed.

It's called Tianjing.

Kamibayashi Tianjing.

But Tianjing has never been the name given by the Tang Empire, it comes from a more distant era, when the kingdoms fought and a hundred schools of thought contended, and in that troubled era, there were four major dynasties standing high above and overlooking the four directions.

It is a kind of strength that overpowers the world, and it is also a symbol of domineering, noble, and majestic glory.

After hundreds of years of endless wars, countless dynasties and empires are like small fish in the long river of history, but only these four major dynasties will last forever, as if to engrave this noble mark in the annals of history.

Until the advent of the Ancient Tang Empire.

Like the most splendid flower, there is always a moment to wither. The four major dynasties were destroyed one after another, and the ancient Tang Dynasty came from behind to dominate the world, truly becoming the only behemoth on the mainland.

The ancestor Tang Huang was benevolent and unwilling to kill, but for these remnants who have always prided themselves as noble, how could it not be an insult?

A few years later, in the west of the continent, on the other side of the sighing gully that even the ancient Tang Dynasty did not want to be touched, a country called the Tang Dynasty was quietly established, and its purpose was as clear as the name, that is, it existed to destroy the ancient Tang Dynasty.

Hundreds of years of conquest have added a strong touch to the original national hatred and family hatred, and with the increasing strength of the Tang Dynasty, the descendants of those remnants are no longer satisfied with the goal of destroying the ancient Tang Dynasty, but want to restore the glory of those hundreds of years ago.

Overturning the imperial capital of the Tang Dynasty, named Tianjing, is more domineering than Chang'an in the ancient Tang Dynasty, and it is also more blatant.

And the emperor who overthrew the Tang Dynasty was also called the emperor.

It's just that glory is maintained by people after all, and after hundreds of years, everything will cease to exist like a flower in a mirror. Originally, in this year, the mysterious adult descended on Tianjing, Wu Zixiao took the power of the adult to go to the ancient Tang Dynasty, completed the great cause that had not been successful for hundreds of years, the most powerful marshal of the ancient Tang Dynasty was captured and killed, Daijiang Road fell, Hong Zedao was in danger, the prosperous and beautiful land in the east was close at hand, everything was so wonderful.

His Majesty the Emperor even held a banquet in the palace to celebrate for three days, which was really a great reward for the Tang Dynasty, which was founded on literature and Taoism.

However, all this is not as beautiful as imagined, the remnants of the civilization left by the four dynasties to build the country, but they have not inherited the spirit of daring to fight without martial arts, empty mirage-like glory, without the awe-inspiring temperament of scholars. The soldiers are still fighting on the front lines, while the literati still only know pleasure.

So much so that when the young man came to Shanglin Province, the group of people suddenly woke up and became afraid.

At this moment, the setting sun is like blood, hanging over the plain.

Tianjing City is majestic and magnificent, the city wall is as high as dozens of zhang, there are more sentry towers on it, there are countless garrisons, it can be said to be a famous fortress city on the mainland.

However, now, under the bright yellow canopy, the emperor still did not feel the slightest relief, and kept looking at the surrounding ministers, until one of the guards rushed up to the city wall and knelt down to report: "Your Majesty, the sleeping lord has arrived!"

"Please, please, please come up!"

The guards went down, and immediately after, an old man with a childish face and crane hair walked up, he was wearing a gray and tattered Taoist robe, holding a whisk, and he had a strange temperament.

"See Your Majesty'......"

"Don't, don't be rude, come and sit next to me!"

The emperor immediately got up, and there was a sense of respect in his expression when he looked at the man, just like that night not long ago, when the light was shining brightly, causing King Liang to go into the backyard overnight to ask for advice.

The posture of the two is exactly the same, and it is the same person who is facing them.

The sleeper smiled, and did not pretentiously, and walked directly to the emperor's side and sat down peacefully. And the person who was originally seated was already standing on the side.

That was the status of the Tang Dynasty, one person under ten thousand people, but now, when he saw this sleeping man, he also lowered his posture.

The emperor seemed to be relieved, and he also regained a little of the emperor's spirit, looking into the distance from the top down, through the city wall: "Sleep lord, what do you say...... Will he really come, boy?"

The Emperor's words were a little vague, especially the young man in his mouth, which was awkward, and he did not want to be called so, or it was more appropriate to call him the devil. Because he didn't believe that a young man would collapse an empire so completely, countless people died, countless corpses piled up, the city was ruined, the army was destroyed, and the blood flowed like a river, when the deputy commander of the Royal Forest Army and the squire of the criminal department fled back in embarrassment two days ago, he didn't even get angry, but the three of them looked at each other and were weak.

It was a devil, a devil from the ancient Tang Dynasty, who had killed countless people......

Fortunately, the emperor smiled coldly, and his heart was a lot more settled, you have demons in the ancient Tang Dynasty to kill the world, but there are also gods in my empire to save sentient beings.

This mysterious lord who suddenly descended to Tianjing is the god in the hearts of the current Tang Dynasty officials.

The sleeping Daoist smiled faintly: "Your Majesty doesn't need to worry, he will come!"

"Since Lord Sleep said so, then I will be relieved......"

Then he sat down and waited silently on the wall.

The officials of the Tang Dynasty were also like emperors, staring closely ahead.

Thankfully, the walls are so large that they can accommodate so many people.

I don't know how long it took, but the sun was gradually sinking, the day was approaching dusk, the sky was dark, and the nights of deep winter always came very quickly.

Just when the emperor and everyone were impatient, the sleeper suddenly raised the dust and pointed out from afar: "He is here!"

The words like a thunderbolt woke everyone up at once, and the emperor stood up and lay directly on the city wall, looking nervously.

The vast plains, like a bloody sunset.

In the glow, a small figure was walking slowly.

It was a winding official road, which came out of the gate of Tianjing East and finally reached the side of the mountains. And that figure appeared at the end of the official road and walked slowly.

The first step is to come to the center of the official road.

The second step is to turn from the official road to the plain.

The third step is to come to the city.

The young man quietly raised his head, looked at the emperor, and said, "Are you ready?"

What are you ready for?

Even though there are thousands of troops in this city, he speaks so frankly and domineeringly.

Before the emperor could say much, a great general beside him had already stood up, his voice as heavy as thunder, and roared: "Presumptuous, when you see our emperor, you still don't kneel down and confess?"

Chen Guyu glanced at him, his sword rose and fell, and then he said again: "It seems that you are ready." ”

"Wait......"

Holding back vomiting and fear, the emperor finally differed from the many scholars who had already fainted, and still had some imperial postures, and tried to put on a majestic posture and said, "Who are you!"

It's not that he doesn't know his identity, but he still wants to ask.

Chen Guyu frowned, thinking that he had already come to this final destination anyway, so he was not in a hurry, so he said, "Gu Tang, Chen Guyu." ”

Now that the academy is gone, there is no need to carry the name of the academy anymore. He is a man of the ancient Tang Dynasty, who came for revenge. For those friends, relatives, lovers, for all that is cherished.

The Emperor continued: "Why are you here, Chen Guyu, since you have come here, I also understand that you are not one of those so-called mortals, why do you want to participate in the dispute between us and the other countries?"

The emperor still had some luck in his heart, he thought that Chen Guyu had come here to kill after listening to the words of the ancient Tang thieves, with such strength, how could he care about any national dispute, and even for him, there was no concept of the so-called country at all.

Chen Guyu shook his head, his voice was very soft, but the killing intent was already full: "I came to avenge the murder!"

"What hatred!"

"National enmity!"

The emperor actually sneered, and perhaps at this moment, his heart was also opened: "Chen Guyu, I know very well the mentality of people like you, and the national struggle will not be taken into account by you at all, so where is the national hatred!"

Although he didn't know Chen Guyu, in the past few days, he has been paying attention to the sleeping adult all the time, and naturally knows the personality of the sleeping adult, detached from the world, and does not enter the red dust. Not to mention the struggle between the country and the country, for him, only his own interests are the most important.

That's why the emperor dared to speak like this, he was gambling!

It's just a pity that everything is useless.

There is indeed a great enmity between them.

Chen Guyu said: "Because of a war, the Tang Dynasty killed my relatives, and I should destroy the country in revenge!"

The Emperor glared suddenly: "What war?" At the same time, he began to secretly hate in his heart, if he had known this, he would never have done such a stupid thing and provoked this person. I just don't know exactly when.

Chen Guyu said: "Ten days ago, the Yugu Mountain Range. ”

Eight words gently came out of Chen Guyu's mouth and fell into the ears of the emperor, who staggered suddenly, his face pale.

No war can be waged, but this war, which has broken the opportunity of hundreds of years, must be continued. This battle, no matter what the cost, will not look back.

Now, the price has come, and the only way to do it is to not die.

The emperor no longer thought about Chen Guyu making peace, but just shouted: "Come on, kill me!"

The strings sound, and the arrows come out.

There were also countless killing sounds coming from the city, getting closer and closer.

I don't believe it, so many people can't kill you!

The emperor was ruthless, and suddenly, he felt a magical force descend from the sky, and then, there was a snap.

The Emperor looked at it and saw that the psychic jade pendant on his body had been shattered in half.

This was given by the sleeper when he first saw him that day.

"This thing can save Your Majesty's life. ”

He smiled, disapprovingly, who in this world can kill me!

Until today.

Chen Guyu withdrew the Heavenly Sword in surprise and looked at the Emperor.

The emperor's face was pale, and he had lost the heart he had just been ruthless: "Sleep adults, save me, save me......"

The sleeping Taoist looked at Chen Guyu, and Chen Guyu finally noticed this inconspicuous Taoist.

The first thought of the sleeping Taoist was that he was worthy of being a figure favored by all parties, and he could still maintain his heart when he was killed.

And Chen Guyu, the first reaction in his mind was to recall the top of the mountain, the bright moon in the sky, the stars dotted, a Taoist temple is cold and peerless, and the desire to suppress the sky is for the Tao.

The sleeper spoke: "Little friend, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Chen Guyu said: "Who are you?" At the same time, his light power was already ready to be launched, and he could see that the Daoist in front of him, like him, had already transcended this continent, but as for how strong it was, he couldn't see it.

The sleeping Taoist smiled lightly: "I take sleep as the road number, you can call me a sleeping senior." ”

"You're going to stop me?" Chen Guyu didn't care about anything, just asked, his purpose had always been very clear.

"Why did you stop you?"

"Sleep, you ......" The emperor was startled, and hurriedly spoke nervously.

The sleeper looked up, and his eyes were no longer respectful and easy-going, but indifferent and condescending to the ants.

"Definitely!"

Daoyin exited, and the entire Tianjing City stopped everything.

Time no longer passes, space no longer displaces, the people on the city wall still maintain the posture of the momentary front, and the emperor's face is full of anger and fear.

Everything stopped.

There are only two people left in the city.

The sleeper asked again, "Why should I stop you? You want revenge?"

Chen Guyu watched coldly: "Yes!"

"Good!" the sleeper laughed, and flew out of the wall, his hands propped up.

The next moment, the entire Tianjing City suddenly shook, flew into the sky, and then exploded like the brightest fireworks.

"Boom!"

All the glory and glory have turned into powder at this moment, and no one is immortal, whether he is a high emperor or an ordinary and lowly common man, at this moment, all of them are wiped out and there is no place to bury.

Overthrow the imperial capital of the Tang Dynasty and destroy it.

The sleeping Taoist fell from the sky and stood in front of Chen Guyu: "Like this, how is it?"

Chen Guyu stared at him nervously, wanting to take out the Chengtian Sword, but there always seemed to be a strange voice speaking in his head: "He won't hurt you, he has already helped you avenge, hasn't he?"

Chen Guyu spoke, and his expression seemed to have a sense of relief and relief that he had taken revenge: "Very good!"

"Haha!" the sleeper laughed, "Is that enough?"

"Not enough. ”

"Okay, since it's not enough, then come again. ”

The entire plain shook, just like the Tianjing City just now. The sleeper pulled Chen Guyu to the sky.

Looking down on the world, after the blink of an eye.

The earth shattered apart, like the most terrible disaster in the world, and in an instant, it was annihilated.

All that remained was the pitch-black sighing ravine not far away and the bottomless pit right now.

A god was high above, he lowered his body, stroked the ground with his hand, and the Tang was erased, and billions of living beings turned into powder.

Chen Guyu still had countless wails, scoldings, and desperate voices in his mind, and the bright red was shattered flesh and blood, sticky together, covering the sea of his spiritual consciousness.

He shook his head and suddenly smiled heartily, "Good, good!"

All the people of the Tang Dynasty are dead, and the great revenge will be avenged! You too can rest in peace!

He looked up to the sky and laughed, and then cried bitterly, and his mood changed dramatically, as if all the sore spots were relaxed at once.

The sleeper stood beside him with a hint of a smile on his face: "How?"

"Very good!" Chen Guyu said with a smile, once again regaining his previous confident and sunny demeanor, he was still the same sixteen-year-old boy, young and young.

"Thank you for sleeping senior!"

He saluted respectfully.

"Alright, go back, there are still people waiting for you there!"

"Yes, someone else is waiting for me!"

Chen Guyu thought of his father, the executive family who treated him like a son, and his relatives who were waiting for him in Chang'an.

He turned around and walked towards Chang'an.

The sunset was still like blood, and the red glow shone on his body like the blood of all the Tang people.

Starting from the sighing ravine, he returned to the Yugu Mountain Range, and not far away, found the tombstone erected for them by the officials of Hongze Dao.

In the sound of mourning, Chen Guyu knelt down and cried bitterly.

"Xi'er, Qianli, Sishui, and everyone, I have avenged you!"

Blood debts and blood will be repaid, slaughter a city of me, and I will slaughter a country of them.

The kingdom is gone, and I am back!

On the second day, Chen Guyu set off from the Yugu Mountains and returned to Chang'an.

It lasted a few months, and when he first came out, he was still a noble son, with some talent and ability, but in the end, he was still a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

And now that I have gone back, I have experienced the most painful parting of life and death in my life, and I have single-handedly stabbed the enemy, and I have done my best in life, although there is no change in age, but my psychology has matured a lot.

I don't have the chic and exciting idea of the battlefield at the beginning, and what I ask for now is just a blandness.

The sun and the moon change, the stars change, and another few months pass.

On the ground level, you can see a huge city in the distance, which is Chang'an, which is more spectacular than Tianjing, and it is also the city where he has lived for more than ten years, and it is where his home is.

Under the city gate, an old man was smiling, as if he had already expected Chen Guyu's return.

"Executive's home!"

"Young master, you're back, my lord has been waiting for a long time!"

The two returned to Chen's mansion, and Chen Ce was already standing in the courtyard looking out, his expression was indifferent but faintly a little eager.

Chen Guyu dismounted: "Father!"

Chen Ce laughed: "Good, very good!"

The father and son returned home, and after dinner, they had a long talk, as for what they talked about, Chen Guyu couldn't remember clearly after waking up the next morning, but he felt very warm. Because that's what it feels like to be at home.

In the next few days, Chen Guyu stayed in the house, reading and writing, playing the piano and chess, doing nothing and being at ease. Without that thrilling and palpitating feeling, it is also plain and addictive.

During this period, no one talked about the Tang Dynasty, and there seemed to be no so-called academy, Chen Guyu forgot the past and was very safe, and Chang'an also forgot the enemies of the generations, and was very safe.

A few months later, Chen Guyu left Chang'an and came to the rule of a small realm to become the county seat of a small county, and started his other path.

A few years later, he was turned into a pacification envoy and a garrison judge. In another five years, Chen Guyu returned to Chang'an, and under Chen Ce's arrangement, he married the daughter of the secretary of the Ministry of Shangshu in Chang'an City.

His wife was virtuous and gentle, and a year later, Chen Guyu finally gave birth to a son, and Chen Ce also resigned in that year, preparing to spend his old age in peace.

The child is growing up day by day, and Chen Guyu is also aging, ten years later, Chen Guyu, like Chen Ce in the past, successfully returned to Beijing after experiencing the Taoist master and the realm master, and moved to the Ministry of Rites.

In another five years, Chen Guyu was forty-five years old, and thirty years after that expedition, he ascended to the pole of human ministers.

With a beautiful wife and concubines, bright children, and high power, it seems that all the good things in this world have converged on Chen Guyu, and he is comfortable and calm in his life day after day.

In the late winter of that year, Chen Guyu returned home from the palace in a sedan chair, and on the way he met a beggar who was shivering in the wind and snow, and for some reason, he stopped.

"Laifu, give him a little silver tael!"

"Yes, sir!"

The guard walked up to the beggar and handed over the money bag, and the beggar bowed his head and kept saying thanks.

Suddenly, the beggar said, "Is it Lord Chen Xiang?"

Chen Guyu was stunned for a moment, and leaned out of the sedan chair: "How do you know it's me?"

The beggar glanced at the guard and said, "Lord Laifu has been going to the refugee cave recently, and we all know him, so we dare to guess that it is Lord Chen Xiang!"

Chen Guyu was dumbfounded, and then laughed, compared to Chen Ce, he has more benevolence, so in this harsh winter, he often sends the guards around him to distribute the materials in the house, although there are very few, but I don't want to let those refugees remember it.

Chen Guyu said in a deep voice: "When the spring opens next year, I will solve your problems!"

The beggar said goodbye: "Thank you, Lord Chen!"

Chen Guyu nodded, returned to the warm sedan chair, got up, and prepared to leave.

The beggar suddenly shouted outside the sedan chair: "Lord Chen Xiang, are you happy?"

Chen Guyu was stunned.

The beggar continued, with envy in his eyes: "Lord Chen Xiang, are you satisfied with your current life?"

Chen Guyu was silent, remembering the quarrel with the Tang Emperor in the palace not long ago, it was the Tang Emperor's obstinate behavior that led to this year's refugee overflow, and he persuaded the Tang Emperor to withdraw his life, but after all, one was a minister and the other was a king, and the result was naturally unhappy.

Is this kind of life satisfying?

He remembered that not far away in Chen's mansion, the gentle wife was waiting for him to go back, the eldest son was trying to carry the book under the reprimand of Mr. Teach, the second daughter pestered his wife to be coquettish, and in the arms of his wife, the third daughter had opened her eyes, and whenever she went back, she would cry out in a milky voice: "Dad!", as if she could get rid of all the troubles at once.

Is this kind of life satisfying?

Chen Guyu opened his eyes and said, "I am very satisfied with such a day. ”

Warm, plain, comfortable, enough.

The sedan car got up and went home.

The beggar also dragged his ruined body towards the refugee, and Chen Guyu's firm answer echoed in his mind, and his eyes were full of understanding.

He was a beggar, but not long ago, he was a famous businessman in Beijing, rich in Chang'an, arrogant and lascivious, and an accident caused him to lose everything and fall to this.

But he was unwilling to give up, and kept wanting to go back to the beginning, but what he lost was lost, and time could never go back to the past, so the beggar could only toss and turn at night, suffering from pain.

Until this moment, he dared to ask a question, and Chen Guyu also gave a not necessarily correct answer.

Warm, plain, comfortable, enough.

The beggar laughed maniacally, yes, that's enough.

Chen Guyu naturally didn't know what the beggar thought, he had already returned to the mansion and was happily playing with his little daughter.

The days of heavy snow seem illusory and long.

Decades have passed in a hurry, from the initial youth, to the prime of life, and now he is dying.

Chen Guyu was lying on the bed, coughing incessantly, riddled with evil diseases.

In the crying of the children around him, who had already made their own achievements, Chen Guyu gradually lost consciousness. The last thought he had when he died was to ask himself, "Did I forget something?"

What did you forget?

Why should I remember?

In a trance, suddenly, a voice sounded, like a young phoenix, shooting straight into Chen Guyu's mind.

"Wow the world, don't wake up yet!"

Chen Guyu slowly opened his eyes.

It's still that plain.

The majestic city is high above, casting a huge shadow.

The sleeping man looked at him with a faint smile, and the emperor and many courtiers stood beside him, also sneering.

The sunset is like blood, although it is about to fall into the mountains, but at last half of it is still exposed outside the mountains, shining out of thousands of hectares of sunset.

It's only been a while.

Behind him, the girl stood quietly, and the voice just now was made by her, waking up Chen Guyu.

The sleeping man on the city wall was not annoyed, but smiled: "Little friend, how do you feel?"

Chen Guyu shook his head vigorously, feeling that there was still a past, and he would not wake up for a while.

The sleeper continued: "My illusory world is reflected in this so-called red dust, and all your desires will appear in it, so Xiaoyou, why do you wake up, there is the life you want, there is no killing, no war, only everything you want, isn't it good?"

"Warm, plain, cozy, enough. ”

Chen Guyu opened his eyes abruptly and looked at the sleeping man: "It's you?"

"It's me. ”

He is the beggar and the owner of the Illusory World.

In his world, there have always been many people who are willing to perish.

Chen Guyu was silent.

The sleeper pointed on the city wall, and the gate of Tianjing City opened.

"If you want that kind of life, come in, the world is a mess, why should the illusion and the real be so clear, when the fake is true, the truth is also false, everything is what you want!"

As if a magical power was summoning, Chen Guyu walked forward and walked towards the city gate.

The girl looked at her coldly behind her, although she knew that the sleeping Daoist used some charming Dao methods, but she was not a good person, reminding once did not mean that she would remind her a second time, she also wanted to see what the final result was.

Let's see if this teenager of her size can be her future opponent!

Chen Guyu approached slowly.

The smile of the sleeper has grown.

The sword suddenly crossed his gaze.

"Boom!"

The gates collapsed.

Chen Guyu raised the Chengtian Sword and shouted, "Get down!"

At the same time, the power of light was masterful, and a lightsaber formed by the power of heaven and earth also fell from the sky and slashed towards the city wall.

Enraged, the sleeper stood up, wanting to resist.

The girl's eyes lit up, her slender hand was raised, and she shouted: "Five thunders, banned!"

The pale lightning fell on the city walls, directly turning the mortals of the emperor's generation into powder, and the sleeping people also lost their ability to resist after roaring in anger.

Lightsaber, slowly falling.

Chen Guyu jumped onto the city wall and looked at the sleeping man coldly.

The sleeper still laughed: "Little friend, why do you want to destroy that world? Don't you believe what you yearn for in your heart?"

Chen Guyu said quietly: "Warm, plain, comfortable, I really yearn for this kind of life." ”

"Why?"

But reality tells me all the time that such a life is impossible. There are wars, there are strife, there are interests. Unless ......"

The sleeper asked, "Unless what?"

"You can't really have this kind of life unless you have a force that no one can resist. Just like the beggar you played, if he had more financial resources and status, the accident would not have ruined him, and the reason why I was able to stay calm and comfortable was because I was the prime minister of the empire, and you could only have everything if you had power in your hands. ”

Chen Guyu's hand was raised high. Behind him, the lightsaber was dazzling, and that was all he said.

"I don't want to. Only in this red dust can I have everything I want. I fight with people and the sky, but I don't care about myself!"

"Because, that's fake!"

The lightsaber slowly slashed down and passed through the sleeping man's body.

The sleeping man shook his head, stood up, and the figure began to fade: "When the fake is true, it is true and false, and when it is false, it doesn't matter whether it is fighting or not, everything depends on what you think in your heart." ”

"Little friend, maybe the next time we meet, you'll understand!"

"You!"

Chen Guyu rushed forward, but he pounced.

The sleeper disappeared from the mainland, leaving only the trance-like sound behind.

The girl appeared beside him and said lightly, "Old madman!"

Chen Guyu sat down on the ground, as if he had lost all his strength.

The girl suddenly pointed with her hand: "Don't go quickly, this is the last city!"

Chen Guyu was silent, and finally just shook his head.

Although it was a fantasy world, the time and memory remained in his mind forever, and the great hatred gradually faded under the passage of decades.

Chen Guyu said: "Kill the emperor, and everything will be over!"

The emperor is dead, and it's all over.

Chen Guyu stood up, turned around and left, now, he just wanted to return to Chang'an, return home, and see Chen Ce, who had been dead in the illusion for many years.