On the yellow-brown trunk of the tree, the cicada chrysalis turned into insects, and in the bright light, the air is shaken and the sound is monotonous. The trees grow high in the yard, not far from the trunks, and the hibiscus flowers are budding.

In front of the wooden building in the distance, the woman held the railing with one hand, looking at the sunlight and flowers and trees in front of her, stunned.

Far to the south, there is her hometown, but she may never go back.

The raindrops "snapped" on the leaves of the hibiscus flowers, she raised her head slightly, the raindrops fell in the blink of an eye, she raised her head, pinched the placket of her chest with one hand, and felt the coolness coming from the eaves. From the room behind her, out of the tall but gentle Jurchen general, the "Ceres" Wanyan Xiyin walked over, stopped his wife's shoulder, and looked at the sky with her.

The sudden rainstorm fell on the ancient city of Beijing, which had already begun to become prosperous, bathed in sunshine and rain......

Going to Beijing Huining Mansion, Wanyan Zonghan stepped on the steps, walked all the way into the Jurchen Palace, met the giant bear-like emperor, and Wanyan Wu begged to buy.

Stepping into the door, the other party was already smiling not far away, waiting for him with open hands.

Two hundred miles away from Shangjing, under the sky, there were cavalry teams running, and near the huge barracks, Jurchen soldiers came and went in groups, and horse teams came and went. On the huge high platform of the school, the military god Wanyan Zongwang stood with his hands clenched into fists, watching the drills of thousands of Jurchen soldiers, with a solemn face, not angry but mighty.

The wind blew, and the huge banner, along with his cloak, hunted in the wind. At one point, he raised his fist in the wind. The sun shone down, and in the sky in front of them, the shouts of countless soldiers shook the sky completely.

Murderous spread......

Night.

The grass blanket rises and falls under the starry night. Like a slight wave, under the light of the stars and moon, the blue wolf straightened its neck and let out a long howling sound in the direction of the moon.

The wolves were like the tide of the sea, but they were far away, and in the field of vision, the horses' hooves stepped past here. One, two...... It gradually became an array of tens or hundreds of horses. In the distance, there were yurts in the firelight, and the horses belonged to the huge tribe. Mongolian women, welcoming the returning warriors, put down their whips and untied their cloth bags. The food and treasures are handed to the people who come over. In the ranks, someone raised a blood-colored human head, which again meant the fall of a hero on the grassland.

The surrounding crowd, under the starry night and in the firelight, shouted!

Hundreds of feet away from here, in the big yurt in the center of the tribe, the demon god stood up and opened the tent and came out. Heroes of the steppe. Follow him.

The night wind blew through the huge tribe. Passing through the yurts, bonfires flourished. Cool autumn is coming.

Bianliang, a huge city, is showing a depressed look, earlier, the shocking rebellion left traces on this city has not been removed, and now the crowd in this city has gone into two.

In the Jinluan Palace, the new emperor who ascended the throne sat on the dragon chair, looking at the folds in his hands, making a majestic look, and in the court below, officials debated, quarreled, and fought-for-tat. A look of confusion flashed in his eyes......

Somewhere to the south, Lin Zongwu, the world's number one master who was shaped like Maitreya, stood on a mountain cliff and looked at the sky to the north. There were subordinates in the rear who were waiting for his reply, and at a certain moment, he waved his hand and said a word, and the subordinate took the order.

-- Let's go to Beijing.

There was no joy on his face.

To the north, in a small village close to the post road, a man named Mu Yi sat by the stone mill, watching his wife's busyness not far away, looking at the avenue in the distance, and his eyes were blank.

Heaven and earth...... It's all changed......

Jiang Ning, the little prince rushed out of the workshop, watching the huge cloth bag that was not successful turn to ashes in the fire......

To the west, the army walked along the long road that spread, and beside it, in front and behind, there were horse caravans, wagons, etc. following. They are a team of escapees against the world, and at this moment, there is also a blank atmosphere in the team, but in their eyes, there is still strong pride.

At some point, the scout's caravan came from behind, passed through the back of the line, and followed by a carriage in the middle, a little ahead of which the one-eyed general was also watching.

"Newspaper, the one in the rear...... Catching up......"

In the carriage, a man named Ning Yi poked his head out and closed the small notebook that was writing and drawing, and in front of him, the one-eyed general looked over. Carriages, scouts, and formations were all moving forward. At a certain moment, Ning Yi finally opened his mouth.

"Then ......," he said, opening his mouth.

……

"Let's fight."

……

In the air, a long knife was waved.

Soon, there will be a bloody storm......

Push the vision out of the air!

It crosses and traces the long river of time, since the time of recklessness, and slash-and-burn farming, hoping that the tribes are scattered, the first emperor and the emperor let it, until the Son of Heaven is divided, people have reproduced from generation to generation, prospered, left, declined, people fight, fight, people love, and combined. The troubled times are coming, when the black horse splits the ground, the heaven and the earth will be repeated, and the heroes will be bloody, and there will always be a prosperous era to come.

And we just need to watch and watch, and may the little points of light they leave here will cross the long river, circulate, and continue. Until we ......

-- Become a better person.

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Welcome to watch "Son-in-law Episode 1 * Jiangning Morning Breeze"

"Son-in-law Episode 2 * Pool of Dark War"

"Son-in-law Episode 3 * Dragon Snake"

"Son-in-law Episode 4 * Wildfire"

"Son-in-law Episode 5 * Feast"

"Son-in-law Episode 6 * Humadu Yin Mountain"

"Son-in-law Episode 7 * King Sheji"

The first half of the son-in-law is over.

is about to enter the eighth episode, "Lao Canghe"

(Blue Wisps of the Road, to Enlighten the Mountains and Forests - "Zuo Biography") (To be continued......)

PS: PS1: When I wrote this chapter, I listened to Yang Peiyi's "Singing the Motherland".

PS2: In the end, it's not to make up the words, the words are already 1,500.

PS3: The eighth episode will take a few days to conceive and sort out.

PS4: Although it's going to start intermittently again, I still ask for a monthly pass, and even though it's the end of the month, I won't open a single chapter.