The sound of drums filled the audience, and everyone's face was rippling with the most rampant expression in their lives. And those who still choose to hold back will be the biggest winners tonight.

The women on the stage danced beautifully, and the tigers and wolves in the audience "complemented each other". This almost foul-smelling "fit" is the greatest sorrow of this era. The continuous release of human nature, the thousand-character essay has long been left behind, let alone the Four Books and Five Classics?

It's just that people will eventually become beasts, and they just need a change and a thrill.

And the old man sitting in the field leisurely tasted the fragrant tea in his hand. He is not the only one who drinks tea, but he is the one who knows best what to do at this time. There are many people who live in a daze and die in a daze. Many of them did not understand the meaning of life until they died.

In the troubled times, he didn't think about it, just to make a living. But the root of everything is also very ridiculous, the emperor's mental trick, dominating the nine abysses. These simple eight words have made many people go to the soup and dedicate their lives to it.

And this so-called imperial mental trick is just a chess game, so that this group of chess pieces who think they have found their way are fighting on it. And they hid behind it, indifferently watching the rivers of blood and corpses in front of them, and in the end, they only counted the gains and losses of success or failure, and no one would notice how many wives and families were separated and families were destroyed in the process.

At this time, there is also a game of life and death in the field, and everyone is in the game but does not know it. And Gu Xing and the others, who strayed into this game, don't know if they can see through it, otherwise they will fail to break the game in the end, and they will become someone else's next chess piece.

The sound of drums was deafening, and the musicians in brocade costumes did everything they could to sing for the birthday feast. The demeanor on the stage is just an embellishment, everyone has something on their minds, and they all covet everything that is about to happen.

They were not born like this, those who enjoyed the glory and wealth early have long been buried in the yellow sand of history, and have become the after-dinner conversation of future generations. They can't live by themselves, they can't die by themselves, and they are the saddest. And the people who can still sit here at this time are all outstanding, otherwise how can they seek a place in this turbulent world.

People's hearts will eventually change, it is easy to become bad, but it is difficult to become good. Therefore, the ancients once said, "The words of dying are the kindest", which is the truth. People who have never spoken a few words of truth in their entire lives are sincere. But whether anyone really believes it or not is unknown.

The sound of the drums changed suddenly, and I don't know if someone did it on purpose or if it was a roundabout way here. If it is said that it was the willow tip head in March in the south of the Yangtze River, the river embankment to see the tour, people about after dusk. Then at this time, the horse's hooves outside the plug are urgent, and the camel bell wind is sluggish.

The women on the stage also danced when they heard the sound, and the range of movements became more and more exaggerated. As the saying goes, the dance of neon clothes and feathers in the Tang Dynasty was the most upside-down for all beings. It is what Taizong saw in his dream and ascended to the nine heavens, and the authenticity cannot be examined, but it is a good story. But I didn't know that Hu'er's war song was even more passionate, and the drums were thunderous in all directions.

But what is more well-known is the "chivalrous travel", there is a poet immortal Li Bai once drank 300 cups, written under the waning moon, the momentum soared into the sky, and the heaven and earth are on par. The poem once said: "Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming." The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star. Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name. Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward. will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan. Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light. After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born. Saving Zhao with the golden mallet, Handan was shocked first. Two strong men in Qianqiu, Xuanhe Liang City. The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world. Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical. ”

Traveling alone for thousands of miles as a guest, ten steps to kill people will determine the world. This kind of momentum of independence is now gone. It's just that people are used to hearing "Beauty Walk", so how can they still remember "Chivalrous Walk". At this time, except for the crane-haired and child-faced old man, the rest of the people were shocked.

Even the old bustard Yu Niang hurried to the front of the stage and shouted at the drummers. But these musicians have long forgotten themselves, and who can hear this weak croak, this sound of drums, as if stirring up the faith in the hearts of the soldiers, charging towards the final battle.

Finally, the people in the audience couldn't hold back anymore and got up one after another. The crane-haired and child-faced old man was "buried" in it, and his figure disappeared. The old bustard was shocked, but she pretended to be calm and appease everyone, but she didn't know that a simple knife had been erected behind her and pierced her heart.

Just like that, the old bustard only felt a cold heart, and then her throat was hot. In the future, I had time to turn back, and I was kicked to the ground. The sound of the drums in the musician's hands became more rapid, like a summer storm, hitting the hearts of the people on the battlefield.

The old bustard died quietly, and the person who killed her was the lean man who had quietly left just now. He didn't know when he returned, carrying a bloody knife in his hand, and the few people who came out with him had disappeared.

Gu Xing and Chen Fusheng secretly said that it was not good, and hurriedly retreated. At this time, everyone in the audience was unaware. The crane-haired old man is still savoring this rare wine, this kind of red-top tea that only exists in the south of the Yangtze River, if someone didn't deliberately bring it here, how could this Longshou County add a touch of fragrance?

The crane-haired and child-faced old man suddenly felt a little trance, I don't know whether he remembered his hometown, or felt that the task was finally settled, and his heart was happy, and suddenly he laughed loudly, and the laughter almost covered the sound of the drum music, which made the musicians have some doubts on their faces.

It was such a short period of stagnation, centered on the crane-haired and child-faced old man, and all the drinkers in the surrounding circle flew out upside down. But the old man slowly sat back and motioned to the people on the stage, "Then play music and dance." But the women who swayed had long forgotten the occasion and their identities, and pulled out their short blades from their legs one after another, and flew towards the field.

All this seems to have been doomed, but Siyan, the person leading the dance, is a little puzzled. Could it all be a game, and someone has already taken the lead?

The crane-haired and childlike old man used a secret voice to convey his voice, "The girl dances so softly, I wonder if I can dance alone in front of the old man?" Siyan looked at the old man, only to feel that this person was talking in his ear, but saw that the old man was still sitting in front of him, holding fragrant tea in his hand, and it seemed that he had not put it down.

But there was already a square inch of space in front of the old man, and Siyan jumped down hard, and his side was full of drinkers and Qinglou women fighting for me. Only this old man and Siyan seem to be out of the way, there are only two people in this world.

Gu Xing's eyes gradually blurred, but unexpectedly, his snort was cold, and it was Chen Fusheng who tore off a piece of clothing from nowhere and poured wine to cover his mouth and nose, and then he came back to his senses. Chen Fusheng also covered his mouth and nose and whispered in his mouth, "I have been drugged in this game, and it seems that the outside of the arena is also surrounded, so I will wait for the opportunity to act." ”

Gu Xing looked at everyone with some doubts, the group of well-fed people did not walk in a hurry, but they were all vigorous, and they started a fight with those Qinglou women. Gu Xing woke up like a dream at this time, it turned out that this birthday banquet was just a duel between the two sides, but who would be the person who laid out this game?

Gu Xing thought that when she was in Luoyang, Bai Li once said that the Qinglou of the Tang Dynasty was all in her hands, and the decoration here seemed to have some flavor of Luoyang. If this is the case, this is the handiwork of Lonely Roaring Heights, so who will be the person to intercept and kill?

This person is in such a dangerous place, and he can be so calm, and he is also a master of the world. It's just that why he is here, and the purpose of his purpose, is unknown. Could it be that all this is the work of a hidden man in the city?

Gu Xing saw Siyan walking towards the old man with a childish face step by step, and his heart was a little relieved. As long as this person is not coming at him, he can move on to the next step. At this time, the smell of blood had spread in the field, and the tragic scenes of drunkards and women fighting abounded. Both sides are not afraid of death, and both want to put the other to death.

And the lean man who killed the old bustard shook the Pu knife in his hand, and strode towards Siyan, who was pretending to be "Kwai Yan", with still no expression on his face.

Gu Xing was about to pull Chen Fusheng to escape, but unexpectedly, Chen Fusheng suddenly got up, pulled off his head and walked towards the man. Gu Xing was taken aback by Chen Fusheng's abnormal behavior, and was about to open his mouth when he saw that the seemingly stupid Siyan suddenly made a move, killing the old man with a childish face.

The old man was still strolling leisurely, but he handed out the teacup as the blade approached. It just resisted Siyan's swift blow. The crane-haired and child-faced old man showed a smiling eye from behind the teacup, and asked softly, "You're not Kwai Yan, are you?" ”

Siyan sneered when he heard this, "A dying person doesn't have to know so much. As he spoke, he retracted the knife, and slashed down again. The crane-haired old man sighed helplessly, "Since it's not, then there is no reason to stay, only to give you a ride." ”

Everyone present felt a fierce momentum burst from the old man, and Siyan did not advance but retreated, until he reached the stage. At this time, the old man had already gotten up, and there was no one standing beside him, so he only heard him snort helplessly, "Lonely Howling Heights is just this trick, and it can be brought to the front to offer ugliness?" ”

Unaware that there were still dying people in the field, a woman struggled to get up and sneered: "This is just the beginning, not the end. ”

The old man with a childish face nodded when he heard this, "When the old man smashes the Yellow Dragon, it will be the end." As he spoke, he suddenly shot out through the woman's chest, and the look in the woman's eyes disappeared in an instant. When the old man withdrew his hand, he held a blood-red thing that was still shaking in his hand, and was instantly crushed by it.

"But just an ant, dare to argue with the old man?" 'Blood sacrifice' is just a legend, not an excuse that everyone can use. The blue wolf, the people here, do not leave any behind. After the old man finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to everyone, just glanced at Gu Xing and Chen Fusheng casually, and walked out quickly.

And the lean man who called the blue wolf suddenly rushed towards Siyan, as if he wanted to kill her first......