The bells of the mountain temple are ringing, and the fireworks in the world are blazing.

Famous ministers and generals, temples and rivers and lakes, overturned in troubled times, rising in all directions, thousands of troops and horses stepped on their hooves, provoked halberds, held high the flag, and went forward, killing him and fighting for his great rivers and mountains.

The desert wind and sand have submerged how many heroes' white hairs and how many bright moon jackdaws have been buried.

The drums of war have stopped, and the young man with a scarf is full of poems and wine, three glasses and two glasses, and he wants to sink but not to sink.

After the wind and frost, boating on the river, watching the scenery of the demon burning of the rivers and mountains alone.

Thousands of years later, the strings are broken, the sound of the flute is broken, and all the past is ruined. - Chu Reminiscences of the Past

Secluded island, flowing moon barren beach.

A large army of black-armored and white-horse horsemen galloped across the moor, the dust from the horses' hooves obscuring the sun's halo.

"Azul, are we really going to take this beggar to Flowing Moon City?"

Ah Qi, who was slightly on the horse, lowered his voice and turned his head to ask.

Azule's body was encompassed by a black armor, and the armor made of forged cold iron glowed coldly in the sun's rays, making people daunting.

"When he fell under my horse, it was my fate with him.

Besides, there is no grass growing in the Liuyue Barren Beach, there is no one in the desert, there is no longer a larger market within fifty miles, and where he is left is just waiting to die, and I don't know how a beggar came here. We left him in Flowing Moon City, and we left him alone! ”

Azule tilted his head sideways and looked at the desolate scene in front of him, overgrown with weeds, stones piled up, and there was a barren beach in front of him, without the slightest human habit, and he couldn't help but sigh and said to Ah Qi beside him in a deep voice, and immediately got off the horse in a beat, and the marching speed accelerated a few points.

"When have you been so kind and merciful that you should care about the life of an insignificant man?"

Ah Qi seemed to have discovered something, grabbed the reins in his hand, glanced at his friend next to him with interest, and said with a smile.

"There is a great terror between life and death, which I realized when I thought I was going to return to immortality that day!"

Azul's face was calm, and he smiled with a hint of relief in his eyes.

Ah Qi looked at the serious and hard side face for a while, and couldn't help but be stunned, until he looked at Azule and looked back at him, he didn't come back to his senses and chuckled, "Asule, you used to only have the courage and fearlessness of a lion, the ferocity and belligerence of a white wolf, and the wisdom and agility of an elk, but now you have the compassion and kindness of a lamb."

My teacher once told me that a true king must be merciful, and Asur, you are now a terrible person. ”

Hearing this, Azule smiled and took out the water bladder on his waist and drank a sip of water, his eyebrows and eyes were calm, and he paused for a while before saying, "Aqi, everyone will grow up!" ”

The two of them tacitly agreed and didn't speak again, Ah Qi's eyes flashed and recalled, as if he remembered the figure standing tall on the altar that day, and couldn't help but murmur softly, "Is that the rebirth of the king, or the transformation of the king?" ”

The murmur was drowned out by the oncoming wind, and Azule, who was on the side, did not hear Ah Qi's whisper, but raised his arms and shouted, "Speed up and arrive in Flowing Moon City before dark!" ”

"Yes!"

Behind him, the white horse who was riding the horse and followed closely behind Azule roared, his eyes firmly fixed on the back of the road in front of him, focused on loyalty.

The war horse under him galloped hard with the horse's hooves, the scenery on both sides flew by like a passing cloud, the afternoon sun hit the young man's cheeks and shone brightly, the king's face was calm and resolute, and his eyes were full of fiery war spirit and yearning, just like a tiger descending from the mountain, fearless and meaningless.

Zhongzhou, Shanhaiguan.

On a mountain peak in the distance, a young man is looking out with his hands behind his back, his face is tranquil, and his white clothes are fluttering.

The location he had chosen was very good, and from here, the entire battlefield of the battle and the ancient Xiongguan were in his sight.

Light smoke rises in Shanhaiguan, looking north through the pillar of smoke, it is the vast and boundless imperial capital plain, and then the far place is the imperial capital Tianyuan City, and then the border of the secluded continent, and then the Tianji Strait, and then, is the vast grassland of the North Continent.

His gaze seemed to have crossed tens of thousands of miles, all the way to the ends of the earth, and the entire land of Jiuzhou was in his field of vision, encompassing all the seas and eight wildernesses.

Behind him, a child is holding a bookboard.

The scholar and the boy both wore ordinary people's style hats to protect them from the rain, and they had straw ropes wrapped around their feet.

The boy was dressed in a convenient gray short, and the boy was tall and long, dressed in a simple white robe, and the long hem stained with mud covered the top of his feet, but the boy did not care at all.

The mountain that he climbed in the middle of the night made him look a little embarrassed, but watching the battle in the wind, he still maintained his proud air and looked at the disastrous battlefield under the plain with great interest.

"Xiang Gongzi, go back! It was so cold in the morning, and so many people died. What's so good about this war? ”

The scholar couldn't stand the biting cold on the mountain, and persuaded anxiously.

He was hired by the patron of this surname, and since yesterday noon he had climbed the mountain from a remote path, and then he had been squatting here and waiting here to watch.

As the handsome boy in front of him had predicted, a bloody battle broke out after dark.

However, it was only the son who was full of interest, and the scholar with a faint interest did not want to stay up all night watching a bloody battle against the cold wind, and it was seen from such a high place that the people below were killing people like a duel of ants, which was neither fun nor sad.

"Did you write it down?"

Xiang Gongzi looked back and smiled, "On the night of July 27, the fourth year of Emperor Mourning, Rui Hou, Tang Hou, Jin Hou, Wanzhou Chamber of Commerce, Youqi, Ming Hou, and He Jin, the mighty general of the Six Route Army, were in Shanhaiguan, and the corpses were all over the field.

The mighty general He Jin broke the enemy formation with difficulty, the strength was greatly reduced, and he retreated to the land of Guanzhong, the gate of Shanhaiguan has been opened, and the period for the Zhou Emperor to change his surname and change the Yuan can be waited. ”

"Write it down, write it down, Childe, let's go down the mountain. Eat a bowl of spicy soup with egg drops in the town to relieve the cold. ”

Xiang Gongzi shook his head: "Changing the dynasty is a national event, and it is not as important as your bowl of spicy soup?"

If you take a closer look at this map, in the eight hundred years of the Imperial Dynasty, there has never been an army of princes of this scale that is about to enter Shanhaiguan and enter Tiantian Yuan City.

Now He Jin's troops have been greatly reduced, and the offensive of the princes has also slowed down again and again, and it is already a stalemate.

But the curfew was completely opened, and Youzhou, Wanzhou, and Qingzhou all had the opportunity to enter the imperial capital.

Yanzhou in the north has also been involved in the battle for hegemony, and the people of the Northern Continent Grassland can hardly guarantee that they will not take the opportunity to wave their troops south.

If the people of the Northern Continent Grassland want to unite with Youzhou, cross the Skyrim Strait and the boundless sea to the west, they can penetrate Youzhou within three months, go straight to Tongguan, and take one more step to occupy Apocalypse City.

Hahaha, the Great Zhou withered, the Great Chaos, the Great Zhou has no future, but who can take this piece of Shenzhou? ”

The young man's tone changed from low and trembling to impassioned, and the colors in his eyes flowed, as if he was strategizing.

"It doesn't matter who can take him, it has nothing to do with Gongzi, do you want to change the dynasty, and you won't drink spicy soup?"

"The spicy soup is to be drunk," the surnamed Gongzi smiled softly, his eyes were unwavering, and he murmured slowly, "But this change of dynasty and the troubled times in the world will soon have something to do with me!" ”

A tall figure stood tall on the mountain, stretched out his hand and gently grabbed the messy battlefield below and the war-torn Xiongguan, as if he had grasped it into his palm.

Middle-earth, an unnamed town.

"It's not a trial, it's a showdown, and you have to give it your all. Those who quit lose, those who get rid of their blades lose, those who exhaust themselves lose, start now! ”

The man raised the long knife in his hand horizontally with a low snort, and with the sound of the long knife, there was a crisp sound in the air in the courtyard, and the air in the courtyard seemed to be suddenly cold.

The man with the knife seemed to know the power of the gun in his opponent's hand, and he remained extremely cautious in his heart.

He slowly changed positions with slow steps, the two-foot-seven-inch long knife in his hand was still moving, and the hand holding the handle of the knife kept changing posture, making it impossible to detect his intention to attack.

Among the countless footprints he left behind, there was gradually a large and regular formation, which was in his self-created knife technique, "imminent" and "stepping", which were the momentum movements before the full force burst out.

The young man holding the gun on the opposite side took a slight step back, as if he was deeply oppressed by the uneasiness that was about to burst in this calm.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp," the silence in the courtyard was suddenly broken by the crisp chirping of birds from the surrounding ancient trees.

The parrot with green feathers and yellow tails landed between the guns and knives, chirping, turning its head awkwardly, staring at a pair of black round eyes and looking left and right.

This kind bird did not have the extreme sensitivity of the wild fowl of the jungle, and was not afraid of people at all, and did not perceive the extreme uneasiness in the calm of the courtyard.

The knife-wielding man's eyes changed slightly when he saw this scene again.

Just for a moment, he glanced at the bird very quickly, and his heart was cold, and he immediately withdrew his gaze.

But a moment was enough, and the roar of the tiger rushed to his face.

The only shot fired by the gunman in a short split second had no aftermath or change, just a straight stab. But it's like a direct stab that kills!

Air penetrated through the mouth of the tiger on the neck of the spear, and flowed out of the tiger's ears, and the whistling sound was like a tiger's roar.

The eyes on the tiger's head inlaid with black gold flashed like electricity.

The knife-wielder's "stepping" momentum completely collapsed, his knife was halfway drawn, but in his hand he had lost the power to draw the knife, his body moved slightly, and he wanted to dodge and retreat, there was no room for him.

The parrot flew up, and the dark golden glow pierced the silence of the afternoon sun.

A falling leaf in the air was split in half by the blade of the gun, which was pointed straight at the bearer's chest.

A rapid sound sounded, only to hear a clang, and the spear fell straight to the ground with his hand out of his hand.

Along with the spear, there was a quaint two-foot-long knife.

"You're good! You've done it well! I can't beat you now. ”

"It's the teacher who is seriously injured, and the disciple is tricky!"

A handsome young man picked up the spear on the ground, and the spear seemed to respond to him, and he couldn't help but smile shyly.