1. Qilin Var: Jiang Wei

The teacher said that the sword must be hidden in order to give the enemy the most fatal blow at the best time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info and my sword has never been hidden, because I think that in the face of an enemy far stronger than myself, if the sword is hidden, it may never be pulled out again. Wei is that powerful enemy, and if my sword is pointed at it, I can't take it back. The teacher said that if you want to stick your sword into the throat of an enemy, you must be decisive when swinging your sword. When I swung my sword, Fei Yi always tugged at my sleeve, making my blood-soaked sword dull. At that time, I knew that if I wanted to keep the sword from dust, it was not my own sleeve that I would have to cut off, but Fei Yi's hand that firmly grasped my sleeve. After Fei Yi's death, my sword had no scruples. The war horses under the crotch have changed again and again, the generals around me have slowly disappeared, and the soldiers who have fought with me are constantly changing, and most of them will fall before they have time to grow old, and I slowly understood the meaning of "one will become famous and ten thousand dry bones". Every time on the eve of the Northern Expedition, I would go to the teacher's grave, and I would tell the teacher that I was ready, and once and again, again and again, after that, I could no longer open my mouth when I stood in front of the teacher's grave, because I was afraid that what I said was not hope but despair. The last time I stood at the teacher's grave, my sword was still young, but I was old, older than when the teacher fell. "Attack the strong Wei with weak Shu and seek victory." When I take it as a goal, the people around me regard it as an ideal; When I think of it as an ideal; The people around me have taken it as a dream; When I think of it as a dream, the people around me already think of it as a dream. When I was still confronting Zhong with my dreams, His Majesty the Emperor had already handed over the dream of the Shu people to Deng Ai. Deng Ai was a brilliant general, and I thought he was also a smart man, but he was not. After breaking Shu, it was when he died in Huangquan, Sima Zhao would not let him go, he broke other people's countries, and also slaughtered his own home. Chung would not hesitate to rebel, believing that his life should not be in the hands of others. In fact, I have always been very envious of Zhong Hui, he has always lived only for himself and for his ambitions. Although I live for my ideals, I don't just live for myself. 2. Ink-dyed mountains and rivers: Zhong Hui

The ink on the pen is about to dry, but the bamboo slips are still not finished. Suddenly, the soldiers came with a battle report: Deng Ai successfully smuggled and took Chengdu. Deng Ai was too fast, I didn't expect it. When I mention the pen book, I want to write a family letter, my handwriting is very good, but I have been reluctant to write more, because over the years because of my words have died far more than I have written. But today I want to write to Sima Deng Ai, Deng Ai is a talented person, but being talented and being smart enough are two different things. Deng Ai didn't know that Sima's belly couldn't accommodate his big ship, especially a ship that was fully loaded. Sima can tolerate our failures, but he will not accept our successes. Do you know Deng Ai? Coming from Chang'an, I carried out a step-by-step approach and slowly bulldozed the land of Shu, which was to delay time in order to fully control the army. I am the king of my own world, and there should be no eyes on the top of the king's head, and Sima's eyes are too dirty. Coming from Chang'an, I must be the opposite. You do the opposite of me, you don't understand me, but I understand you, so you are doomed to die. Jiang Wei received Zhong Hui's letter, and there was only one word on the letter: "One". "The starting point of one is Chang'an, and the end point is Chengdu, does General Zhang know the meaning of this?" Jiang Wei explained half asking. "It's written very straight, like a sharp sword. Could it be ......" Zhang Yi frowned, and the bamboo slip seemed to be stained with evil energy. "The army is rising, Zhong Shiji is going to rebel, now is the time to surrender." Jiang Weidao. Boyo was not only talented, but also intelligent, he understood me, and I needed him. It's a fun thing to conspire with someone who knows you, and I thought it would be successful, but I underestimated Sima, who probably knew me better than Beyo, so I'm going to die. The shouting outside the door didn't sound very comfortable, and writing a word would kill a lot of people, and I knew that many people this time included themselves and Boyo. Why did it fail? I thought about this question for the first time. Is Deng Ai too fast, I don't have time to prepare enough? Do you want to work with Boyo knowing that he has a different heart? Does Sima understand me too much? In the end, I think it's because I love my ambition too much. I wanted to re-dye this river and mountain with a splash of thick ink, but I dyed myself red.

3. Hiding the bright moon: Liu Feng

Looking at the moon, I couldn't help but touch my head because they were all round. When I was in my cell, I told the cell boss to give me a cell where I could see the sky, and the cell boss tore down a piece of the roof of the cell, and he did it because I was a false son of the lord of the country. Looking at the moon, I remembered that many years ago, when I ran for my life with my father, hiding from Cao Cao. I remember one night, my father sat on the dry grass with a tired face and looked at the sky and asked me, "Feng'er, what do you see when you look up?" "I didn't look up, I just said one word, "black". For the night was dark, the road was dark, and my heart was darker. You smiled and said, "The light of the bright moon is thin, but if you look at the bright moon, its light will be sprinkled on you." "I still didn't look up at the bright moon, I understood my father's bright moon. I looked at my father, and from that moment on, my father was my bright moon. In those years, I was just a teenager, and my father abandoned his wife and children when he ran away, so naturally he didn't have time to take care of me, but I still survived, stepping on dry grass, crossing the river, smelling the smell of corpses, and surviving along the road. As I got older, I slowly smelled something special, power, wealth, status. Smelling these special smells, I began to feel uneasy, the smell of moldy corpses stinks but is not poisonous, and these special smells are very poisonous. On this special road, my father pulled Liu Chan to walk in front of me, my legs hurt so much that I couldn't keep up. Later, I was assigned to Shangyong and Meng Da to guard Shangyong together, Meng Da is a talented person, most talented people are restless, there is a big gap between his merits and the reward he received, I understand that my father wants me to supervise him, then I have to take Meng Da seriously. I don't have great talent, I use the soldiers of the end to save General Guan, I don't know what the result will be? The mediocrity was unstable, Meng Da was uneasy, and I hesitated to give up. General Guan is a special person, when the bright moon above other people's heads has changed, his bright moon is still like the fifteenth night. Meng Da still betrayed after all, I was defeated, and when I returned to Chengdu, I went to death row. On the night of the fifteenth, the moon was very bright, and I watched the moon slowly close my eyes. Now that the moon has changed, why do I need to open my eyes and close my eyes, this darkness is my warmth.