The wind rose, swaying the wind and clouds, and also blowing the vast earth, the verdant purple bamboos in the wind stood proudly, and the soft gaze slowly crossed the purple bamboos that he loved the most, Jiang Yu's heart was filled with a faint melancholy, the vast world, at this moment, he was really like a rootless duckweed.

Strong as King Qin, wise as Yan Hong, it seems that at this moment he can only struggle to survive between these cracks, even if he is extremely intelligent, even if he is a soldier, even if he has won the trust of Fusu without much effort.

But in retrospect at this moment, this qiē and qiē have exhausted themselves, this is different from the blood-stained battlefield of iron-blooded wolf smoke, although life does not belong to oneself, but as long as you do your best, even if the last horse leather shroud, but there is still a galloping field in your heart, your own robe, your family will still be proud of yourself.

This is different from the rivers and lakes, happy and enmity, arbitrary benevolence, further fighting the sword world, taking a step back from the sea and the sky, killing one person in ten steps, leaving a thousand miles without staying, and going to the clothes after the incident, hiding the chivalry and fame. At the end of his life, there will be a story of his own in this world, the long sword in his hand, will carve his own poems under this chaotic world, and the footprints under his feet have written his own legend.

The military advisor, but always hidden behind the scenes, although there is a strategy in the strategic, the decisive victory is thousands of miles away, although there are birds to hide the bow, but after all, with their own strategy in the annals of history to leave a scale and half a claw, all the efforts, at the end, still have gains.

Only, [Intermittent Guest], it seems to be a step by step, but who knows, this is like walking on thin ice, it seems to be overturning and deciding success or failure, and the situation is determined in the palm of your hand, but who knows, this is a gamble with your own life, and if you are not careful, it will be a catastrophe and your head will be different.

Under the dust of history, Infernal Affairs, is not this dynasty change, another story of the sea of corpses and blood, the loser, naturally a qiē effort turned into a cloud of smoke, but who knows that the winner, often pay more than the loser, the dynasty hegemony, the war will make tens of millions of people reverence, the world is prosperous, Wenchen will be remembered by the world, among the thousands of courtiers, only the guest, is never known by the people, is never able to survive in the sun, Jiang Yu took a deep breath, he is a thousand-year-old noble bloodline, But at this moment, in this vast purple bamboo garden, he is just a guest walking in the shadows.

The cold night wind swayed, suddenly a spirit, the eyes gradually regained clarity, chaotic thoughts, little by little from this nightmare-like silence out of the body, suddenly, it turned out that at this moment I was already in a cold sweat all over my body.

Xuan Gong operated, calming his mind, today has almost become an unsolvable nightmare for Jiang Yu, today is his birthday, the same is also his father's death day, and it is also his brother's death day, when he was eight years old, his father died under the assassination of the Tian family in order to protect his two brothers, and on the same day, his younger brother also died, and he watched his only relative disappear by his side little by his side, but he couldn't do anything.

The waning moon is like a hook, and the clear eyes seem to have crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, shooting straight to the distant coast of the East China Sea, which is his homeland, where the soil is soaked with traces of his own blood.

Lying on the salary and tasting the courage, living in this troubled world, walking in this dark shadow, becoming a guest, a ghost in the dark night, just for the ideal passed down by the descendants of the Jiang family for a hundred years - to restore the country!

The clear eyes gradually became sharp, and wisps of sharp energy that looked at the sky gathered on Jiang Yu's body, and the spirit and spirit returned to perfection at this moment, breaking through the peak, [Wufeng Realm]. It's a matter of course.

A faint smile appeared on the cold face, and with a flip of the palm, a small volume of information appeared in the hand, and a blue flying feather appeared in it, this is the flying feather message of the Traceless Village!

The light pale yellow, only the eight words that are clearly visible [If you want to catch it, success or failure is in your hands!] 】。

Yan Hong, who stayed in Daliang City of Wei for a day and checked the information, immediately used Feiyu to send a message, Yan Hong knew that Jiang Yu's wisdom saw these eight words, and he must know what to do.

Dressed in a green robe, a long sword, taking this step, there is no way out, from this moment on, the choice between life and death no longer belongs to him, the result of success and failure has become confusing, Jiang Yu is gambling.

No! At this moment, it can be said that Yan Hong is gambling, planning is in the sky, and the bet is [the world]!

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The time has just passed, but at this moment, Fusu's study is still brightly lit, which is almost unreasonable for the people in the house, because his own lord, life and daily life, are almost completely punctual and punctual, from the day the mansion was opened, the schedule is fixed.

There had never been a day, and there was still no rest after the hour, and an old man looked at the flickering lights in the study, and sighed, "The general trend is coming—"

The black clothes are slim, and they seem to be in their twilight years, but they are full of blood and have a long breath, [Tianyi Realm]. The super-first-class master of the first level of martial arts is the personal guard specially selected by Ying Zheng for his eldest son.

Taking a step forward, a sharp glint shot out of his eyes, "Who is coming-"

"Sir, my subordinates have something important to report to the son." Dressed in white, holding a bamboo stick in his hand, although he is covered, he is also breathing, implicit but not revealing, [into the subtle realm], the messenger has such a cultivation, and Fusu can also be said to be in his hands, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!

"Hmm-"

Faintly agreed, but the next step was to get out of the way, and with a quick small step, the man in white walked quickly to the study.

A game of chess, black and white, the same purple robe, the chessboard that the brother and sister are quietly watching, Dream Sakura holds the sunspot, Fusu holds the white, at the moment the sunspot is already stretched, and the white son is still pressing step by step, it seems that as long as it is an instant, this small world will become completely white, and the sunspot wins only in an instant.

However, at this moment, this chess game was stopped at this moment, a slender bamboo stick, lying calmly in the center of the chessboard, looking at each other, the brother and sister naturally recognized that this was Jiang Yu's note, but at this moment, in their minds, it was just circling, and the two words on the bamboo stick were clear - the world!