At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, wars broke out, beacon fires and wolf smoke, and blood splashed mountains and rivers.

Luoyang City is intrigued, the struggle for power and desire, Chang'an City, blood-stained prosperity, life and death have nothing to say, and this world is devastated, and the war is raging.

In this era of turmoil, it is also an era of heroes and heroes, and the competition in the world has just begun.

Shijulu has three brothers, the eldest brother Zhang Jiao, the second brother Zhang Liang, and the third brother Zhang Bao. The three brothers called themselves generals, and under the banner of "the sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand", they gathered hundreds of thousands of thieves and invaded the eight counties, wanting to seize the world.

At this time, the heroes of the world also put up flags one after another, wanting to quell the rebellion and war, get a meritorious service to protect the country, and enjoy a lifetime of fame.

And in a paradise, where there should be no quarrel with the world and no dust from the world, an earth-shattering event also happened at this time.

In Wudang Village, a handsome young man stood on the stage, looking at the surrounding scenery, and his heart was full of emotion.

"Princes and generals, rather have a kind. When you show your ambitions, you will compete in the world. ”

The young man's heart danced with the scenery in front of him, and a bloody scene appeared in front of him.

That tall figure, dressed in blood-red armor and holding a giant sword, shuttled among thousands of troops and horses, treating human life as grass and mustard and thousands of troops and horses as nothing.

But even the most powerful characters have times when they are exhausted, and the tall figure is covered in scars, the blood of the enemy stains his armor red, and the scorching blood flows from the striking wounds everywhere, and his giant sword goes straight into the earth, controlling the vitality of all things.

In the end, thousands of arrows in the distance shot at once, like rain and wind, overwhelmingly attacking the tall figure, not giving him a glimmer of life.

But he was not afraid, as if he had expected it, and roared at the sky, it was the fearless voice of the brave, the voice of a true hero.

"Princes and generals, rather have a kind. Lord, Mo Yuan does not forget the grace of the Lord, even if he is in Huangquan, he is also fighting for the Lord. ”

That man, his voice, lingered.

One scene after another seemed to be starting again, making the young man's heart churn in the depths, and tears slowly fell from the corners of his eyes.

"Mo Yuan, you were only twenty-eight years old when you died, your protector, at that time, I could only watch you die under their arrows, I have remembered your words, I swear that one day, enter Chang'an, force the emperor, and rule the world."

The young man's hands clenched, and his muscles flare. His face was slightly vicissitudes, but it looked heroic.

He is, the former lord of Chang'an, he is not surnamed Liu, not surnamed Win, not surname, he only has a unique surname to kill, his name falls, and there is no Jiang.

A person who will not be in the ordinary, in his eyes there is not just one person, but the entire Liuhe.

"Luo'er, have you really figured it out?" I don't know when, there was an old man who looked like gray hair but did not show a little decadence standing behind Kill Luo, looking at Ji Luo energetically.

But the tone was slightly helpless, and there was an indescribable sadness.

"Grandpa Meng, I've been thinking about it for more than ten years. I won't choose to run away this time, hide? Running away? If it doesn't help, why not do it. Killing Luo held back his tears and calmed down, and a heroic spirit erupted, like a hidden dragon going out to sea to stir up mountains and rivers.

"Wars broke out, the Xiongnu went south, the princes rebelled, and the Yellow Turban thieves rose. In troubled times, I have been a hero, and I have one of them, and the master has entered the Central Plains. ”

Killing a sword and pointing at the sky, like an emperor ordering troops, full of pride and fighting spirit.

"Well, the real dragon will be born one day, but I didn't expect that it would be so early, or no matter what, the new ones will always come." Grandpa Meng shook his head helplessly, and then said: "I have a friend who is the Taishou of Changshan County, you bring me a letter, and he will arrange for you when you go to him." ”

"Thank you Grandpa Meng for your success, Luo'er is here to thank you." Kill the fall and bow down three times, respect like a father.

It can be said that without Grandpa Meng, there would be no current killing, for so many years, Grandpa Meng taught him strategic strategy, arranging troops, martial arts, as long as Grandpa Meng himself knows, there is no hidden teaching to killing.

It can be said that Grandpa Meng is like his father, who takes great care of him and contributes to his ambition.

But he understood that he was the lord, the lord of Chang'an City, the lord of the world, and their lord in the past.

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Out of this paradise, it is to enter this troubled world.

The eyes of the war horse under the crotch revealed a fierce aura, the body that was not moving like a mountain was not decadent, the kicking of the horse's hooves, and the rising yellow sand was flying all over the sky.

"First stop, Changshan County."

The sound of the killing was full of the majesty of the superior, and when he saw an order, the war horse under the crotch, like a veteran who was ready to go, was directly like a cloud-piercing arrow, galloping away into the distance at great speed, and finally disappeared into the sky.

Not long after Ji Luo left, at the place where he set off just now, two old men appeared at some point, one with white hair and wearing a white robe, looking energetic and without a trace of decadence. The other silver-haired man was wearing a Taoist robe and holding an ancient wooden staff, looking fairy and spirited.

"Zijun, do you really make up your mind to let him experience it alone? These troubled times are not fun. ”

The silver-haired old man asked.

"What if you don't want to? Those who just come will always come. It may not be a good thing to let him experience it alone, and it is also a good choice to break through the direction of the world. The white-haired old man's voice was slightly mixed with helplessness, but the wind turned light.

"Jiang Er, with a strange number, is destined to be extraordinary, but an emperor star. However, it can flourish in a few years, and it is destined to fall in the early twenties. The silver-haired old man shook his head, his face full of vicissitudes.

"Leave the appointment, let him go. Maybe it's his fate, and we can't change it. Becoming a king and becoming a king, but it is too late, and when it is old, let it develop on its own for many things. Zijun in the mouths of the white-haired old man and the silver-haired old man looked at the sky with melancholy, and tears rolled inadvertently in his eyes.

Parting, a pain.

But it will never be seen.

"Zijun, did you really choose to leave Wudang Village?" Liyue's eyes were detached, his voice was slightly hoarse, and he asked.

"Jiang Er is gone, and I have nothing to worry about, it's time to hang the pot to help the world, and wander the world, but I left you, where should I go?" Zijun was worried in his heart, and only all things in the world remained, but this friend left the contract, and he couldn't rest assured.

"Me?" Liyue thought about it for a while, and sighed: "I want to go back, the place that can't accommodate me." ”

"Chang'an City, he is destined to enter, from being the lord of Chang'an to the lord of the world. When that time comes, he will vindicate your name. Zijun thinks about the future, the fall of the self-concerned one day, and he wants to be prosperous in Chang'an.

One day, those who have gone away will remember that child who used to be in the sky.