Kang Junli led a team of soldiers to rush out of the south gate of Huaiyoufu City, except for the yellow sand in his eyes, there was no shadow of a thief at all, and he could only beat his chest in anger, he was already angry.

Then he pondered, "If the thief has escaped, it is already a blessing in misfortune." If the thief is still in Huaiyoufu City, it is a flea in the armor, and he can't scratch it, and he can't get rid of it. ”

There was no desire to continue chasing, Kang Junli immediately raised his hand and made a move, "And follow me into the city, from now on, for the next three days, strictly investigate idle people, etc., and find suspicious people, first cut and then play." ”

Kang Junli knew that if he didn't stand up at this time, it would be even more difficult in the future. I haven't been in the position of assassin yet, and when I encounter such a bad thing, there must be a lot of discussion behind my back. can only cut through the mess quickly, not breaking or standing.

At this time, Kang Junli stood in the yellow sand outside the city, looking into the distance with blazing eyes. It was only at this moment that he somewhat understood the truth that the height is unbearable. The soldiers and people stationed in the city are all looking forward to their own horses, but it is difficult to ensure that no one has the same mind as Cao Thief, it seems that there is a long way to go to be a good assassin and sit firmly in this position.

On the summer night in Mobei, it is a little cool. Fengxiang County, Longzhou has been stable for many years, and it changed overnight, and the city was even more blazing at this time. Kang Junli raised his hand and pinched himself fiercely, pulled away from the complicated traces, and led the crowd towards the city.

Without the slightest hesitation or delay, Kang Junli also joined the team fighting the fire in the west of the city. Looking at the night reflected by the firelight, Kang Junli suddenly gave birth to a different kind of heroism. The blazing flame seems to have burned the knot in the heart that has been hidden in the heart for many years, leaving only the ambition that can no longer be concealed.

Kang Junli cherishes his family and country and the world, which is a knot in his heart that has never changed. He killed Cao Dingjun and resisted He Taihu, all for this reason. But in the end, the soldiers and the people of the city seemed to be completely indifferent to everything. They just want to live, live well.

This is contrary to Kang Junli's insistence on faith, and even-for-tat. If you want to live, you have to do whatever it takes, you have to leave behind the bottom line of your family and country, and try to stabilize in that short period of decades. But how can he use the flesh and blood of these people to build the "broad road" of the country?

So he made a compromise, and this fire was completely insignificant to others, perhaps just another mutation. But for Kang Junli, this is a flame that burns all vanity. He chose to compromise, put aside his family and country for the time being, and used the so-called "ambition" to seek the longed-for stability for the people of this city.

When he is not yet in the city, he may be a little confused. But when he stood on the south wall of Huaiyoufu City again, stepped on the city wall with his feet, and held the flag with his hand, he made up his mind. If you can defend one city, you can defend the world.

This is the same as the family and the country, so why not do it? When people live in the world, they should ride the wind and waves and sail away, how can they be trapped in a city and dying of old age? With all the doubts in his heart, Kang Junli finally got rid of the ethereal shackles, faced the night wind and stars, and sang the long-lost Mobei Yao.

"Ahh Ouch, wait. Hey, hey, haha, the sky is full of yellow sand, the hot oil pours cold iron, and the sharpening of the blade does not stop. The vanguard rushed into the clouds and beheaded the enemy's head with joy. Phew! Hahu! Rough guys, how can you be teased by one person. Hundreds of miles away, people follow the crowd, and they don't hurry up and whip up. ”

This vulgar and ugly Mobei Yao has a charm from Kang Junli's hoarse throat. It was like a horizontal knife full of curls and openings, repeatedly pulling and rubbing on the rusty cutting board of the blacksmith's shop, making a piercing creaking. But this long-lost ballad penetrated the eardrums of everyone in the city, and melted into the heart with the wisps of sound one after another. They may be so admirable at this moment, looking at Kang Junli who is standing on the city wall and "singing".

This gentle-tempered Kang Junye, who usually does not smile, really bears too much burden for this Huaiyou Mansion. And this time, the long-pent-up of thousands of sorrows turned into hoarse singing, resounding throughout the night of Huaiyou Mansion.

Some people's eyes were moist, some people were on their shoulders, some people were squatting down with their faces hidden, some people were swaying to this vulgar note, they were all immersed in this short but long-lost leisure, unable to extricate themselves.

After singing a song, Kang Junli jumped up, holding the flag with only one hand, and looked into the distance. No one knows where he's looking, hometown? Or is it a distant place out of reach? Only he knows that in the capital thousands of miles away, one day, he will stand at the highest place in the city and sing this song Mobei Yao.

This vulgar and ugly ballad, pushed by the wind and sand of this desert north, was noisy, and ran towards the distance. until it disappeared into the darkness of the night, and the sound was silent. And in the capital city that Kang Junli longed for, there was also a person who couldn't sleep for a long time.

Later Tang Ruzhou, the capital city of Luoyang, inner hall.

Li Cunmiao hadn't been able to sleep peacefully for a few days, and the flying books that came from Huaiyou Mansion one after another were like boulders pressing on his heart. He Taihu is dead, and so is Cao Dingjun. And the voice he revealed in front of Wang Itch was just to make Nalan relax his vigilance and pretend.

He was a little tired, and since he won the Ninth Five-Year Plan, he felt that he had infinite energy. is diligent day and day, but in exchange for the current situation, how can he not worry. There are others sleeping next to the couch, and the old dog on his side will bite him at any time, how sad!

At this time, in this seemingly peaceful capital, there is already a crisis. Mingyue Lou is already eyeing the enemy, and the ministers and younger brothers are openly receiving the envoy of Yichu, but secretly they are intent on wooing. And the Forbidden Army Commanding Mansion, which guarded the safety of the capital, also began to waver, and it already had the heart to see the wind and rudder.

There is also the lonely roaring heights in the middle of nowhere, which seems to be planning their ten-year plan.

The empty inner sanctum, accompanied only by a few lone lamps. The window, which had not been closed, was whistling in the night wind. Li Cunqiao crossed his arms behind his head, and the military ballad of Mobei seemed to sound in his ears. He sat up suddenly, his back already in a cold sweat.

Tie the green silk scattered on his forehead behind his head, and the most noble person in the Later Tang Dynasty lay back on the couch, which was already a little cold. He never let anyone sleep, and just like he did with everyone, he was like leaving.

Now, Liu Qingmei doesn't know whether he lives or dies in that Qingxia Town, and just a few lines of flying books have completely extinguished his last hope. And he assigned Liu Youyao's task, he didn't seem to do it, and the Quenching Crow Valley that suddenly appeared, I don't know what kind of storm will arise for this stormy rivers and lakes?

Li Cunmiao closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to think about these things anymore. At this time, there was only one thought left in my mind, "Even if everyone in the world bears me, I can turn my hands over and cover the clouds with rain." I am the lord of the Later Tang Dynasty, who can help me? ”

This thought was born suddenly, and the charm laughed wildly. He may have survived this moment and already gone crazy.

No one knew about Li Cunmiao's madness, but in a high-rise building in the capital, the lights were bright, and there were two men and one woman, a total of three people, sitting opposite each other, silent. Outside this high-rise building, the warblers are singing and dancing, so lively. And these three sit together, which seems out of place. The woman was playing with a flying book in her hand, and her eyes were full of irrepressible worry. The man opposite him just poured it into his mouth, and the wine in the gourd seemed to never finish.

Only the masked man, his eyes were as usual, unaffected, just with his head down, looking at the object in his hand. After all, the woman was still a little helpless, slapped the flying book in her hand on the table, and asked with a gloomy expression, "What are your plans?" ”

The man who poured the wine put down the gourd, wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, and grinned, "It's okay to listen to Moye, you don't have to worry so much." The man who poured the wine wanted to raise his hand to comfort, but as if he had thought of something, he timidly withdrew his hand and scratched his head apologetically.

And the man wearing the mask and lowering his head stopped observing the object in his hand and asked coldly, "When will you wake up?" This sentence made the other two people present a little confused, and after the two looked at each other, they were silent.

The masked man stood up suddenly, "Then I'll go for a walk, I can't miss a big thing because of him." The man who poured the wine then stretched out his hand to grab it, and pretended to be nervous and said, "When you go, there is nothing but nothing." Why don't I go, and you wait for news. ”

The masked man pondered for a moment, nodded in agreement, and then turned around and sat down, and the two of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The man who was about to leave picked up the wine gourd and pinned it to his waist, suddenly thought of something, and said to the woman: "Bai Ya, you are relieved." Wait here with the Hades Venerable, and I'll go back as soon as I go. ”

Bai Li was about to speak, but the masked man immediately interrupted and said, "That's right, Luo Xiu." By the way, I would like to give a word to Mono, the time has come, and you can do it. The man who filled the wine fiddled with the wine gourd, waved his hand, and strode out.

When he walked away, Bai Li asked with a worried face, "What will go wrong?" ”

"Do you mean Gu Xing, or Mo Ye." The man's eyes under the mask suddenly lit up, and although he couldn't see the expression, he clearly felt that the playfulness was beyond words. Bai Li sat upright, "If Mo Ye has two hearts, I will not be partial." ”

"I don't know if he has two hearts, but you, it's better to go out less recently. lest you be targeted by the old man, and you don't know how to die. He stood up with his hands on his knees, walked slowly to the door, opened the door and walked out, without even looking back.

When the door was opened, the sound of the warbler singing and dancing poured into the room like a flood and poured into Bai Li's ears. Bai Ya collapsed beside the table and knocked over the teacup in his hand. The tea soaks Feishu.

Bai Ya was struck by lightning, and immediately grabbed the flying book and shook it vigorously, wanting to "rescue it" from the tea. But the ink on the paper had rippled out, like a pool of stagnant water thrown into a stone, and gradually rippled.

Bai Ya held the flying book, looked at the payment that was not clear, and wept gloomily.

The owner who wrote this flying book was standing bored outside the secret room of Mingyue Tower at this time, waiting for the silver-haired man to come out. I don't know what he's been doing in the past few days, Gu Xiaozi hasn't woken up yet.

The Forbidden Army Commander's Mansion came every day to inquire about the situation, and I don't know who was so concerned. It's just that every time he was blocked back by the Confucian elders, in vain.

There is no moon full of stars tonight, and I am tired of leaning on the railing. I wonder if the young man was also looking up at the starry sky at this time, admiring the bright stars in the night......