The day after Zhang Xin woke up, Zhang Yi took him to his tent to recuperate. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Zhang Yi's injury was just a flesh wound, and he was already healed after a few days of recuperation. Zhang Xin can only lie in bed every day and get moldy.

Fortunately, now lying in bed without worrying about having nothing to do, for the great Three Kingdoms killing, Zhang Xin suddenly felt full of energy, and got up every day before dawn to start making his cards, from the beginning of the painting is awkward, to slowly quite similar, to the end of the god and form. However, in just ten days, Zhang Xin can successfully portray the picture in his mind.

As the knife became more frequent and the technique became more and more skillful, Zhang Xin now seems to be able to remember every word the teacher said in the sketching class in the Youth Palace in elementary school. It's been so long since I was in elementary school that I have forgotten what the beautiful art teacher I always liked looked like. However, at that time, the selection of paper, the choice of brush, the structure of drawing, the technique, and even the sketch examples in the book all seemed to be seen only yesterday, and they clearly appeared in front of me.

Zhang Xin chuckled, he knew that it was not the seriousness he learned back then, but the commonality of art.

In fact, whether it is singing and dancing, writing and painting, or martial arts, horseback riding and hunting, it is all art. Every drop of life is art, gardening, cooking, fabric...... None of these things make up life, and every drop of it is art. Zhang Xin remembered that when he used to sing in a bar, at that time he always thought that he sang well, and his singing was particularly good, and he was sought after by countless people.

But now that I think about it, if the perfect score for singing was 100 points, he was only about 90 points at that time. The ten points that are poor are art, and it is the place where it can be sung to people's hearts.

It's really a bit naïve to think about your former self...... Zhang Xin felt while waving his wrist lightly, and the tip of the barrier knife in his hand gently slid on the wooden card, and after a while, a lifelike peach appeared on the card. Zhang Xin looked at the wooden card and nodded with satisfaction, this peach is even nine out of nine similar to the peach on the Three Kingdoms, Zhang Xin gently painted the word "Red Heart Q" on the corner of the peach, and then received this peach into the pile of cards on the side.

It has been almost ten days since Zhang Xin woke up, and in the past ten days, in addition to eating and sleeping, Zhang Xin has been obsessed with drawing his Three Kingdoms Kill cards, and even eating and drinking are taken care of by Zhang Xi. Zhang Xi is not much better than Zhang Xin, since Zhang Xin handed him the "paper splitting and rotting" knife, every day in addition to remembering the most basic life skills such as eating, drinking, and sleeping, the rest of the time is like Zhang Xin's obsession with desperate practice, in just ten days the entire right arm has been swollen, but Zhang Xi gritted his teeth, never screamed bitter, tired, and never slept without splitting three pieces of wood every day.

Zhang Xin and Zhang Xi nested in Zhang Yi's tent every day to pursue their own art, while Zhang Yi was so busy that he couldn't see anyone every day. After the Battle of Liangzhou, there were too many things to deal with the aftermath, and Zhang Yi was so busy every day that he couldn't get his feet on the ground. Originally, I wanted to call Zhang Xi to help, but I thought that Zhang Xi had to take care of Zhang Xin, and it was not good to disturb Zhang Xi to practice knives. Zhang Yi could only sigh and go to deal with complicated military affairs by himself.

After Zhang Xin finished drawing this peach, Zhang Yi suddenly opened the curtain and came in, "Ashin, don't draw your cards, pack up your things, it's time for us to go home." ”

"Oh?" Zhang Xin looked up in surprise and said, "So anxious? ”

Zhang Yi looked at Zhang Xin's ignorant look, and couldn't help crying and laughing: "Yes, you really take this place as your home, okay, you can leave those cards on the road and draw them, now hurry up and clean up, and put the car outside." ”

Zhang Xin's "Three Kingdoms Killing" card Zhang Yi has also seen, although I don't know what Zhang Xin is using these cards for, but each one is particularly delicately depicted, and Zhang Yi feels like he can't put it down at a glance. Every night before coming back to bed, I have to hold it in my hand and play with it for a long time.

"Oh......" Zhang Xin sighed, slowly stood up and sat aside, and Zhang Xi quickly began to clean up Zhang Xin's bed. At this time, Zhang Xin found that Zhang Yi's tent had been cleaned up, the screen and table outside had long been gone, and Zhang Yi's bed cover was also tied up and piled aside.

Zhang Xi threw Zhang Xin's bedding on the carriage outside, and then came back with Zhang Yi and slowly helped Zhang Xin to the forage cart outside the door. Zhang Yi was worried that the road was far away, and the hardboard carriage was breaking open Zhang Xin's wounds, so he specially got an extra forage cart, which was full of paving, and it was very comfortable to lie down, and he couldn't feel the bumps of the carriage at all.

In fact, Zhang Xin's physique is amazing, plus the internal strength cultivation of the dark energy, the injury that usually takes several months to heal on his body is healed in less than ten days, and the relatively shallow wounds on the arms and legs have even scabbed, but the wounds on the lower abdomen are too deep, and they are not good until now, but walking slowly, the hands are not too affected.

Zhang Yi and Zhang Xi sent Zhang Xin to the carriage and then started to be busy before leaving, Zhang Xin lay on the haystack and watched Zhang Yi command the remaining 100 or so sergeants of the Dingbian Army to move the items in the tent to the carriage outside little by little, and then dismantle the tents one by one and tie them up, the tents that were originally enough for thousands of people are now only cleaned up, Zhang Xin suddenly had an inexplicable sense of desolation.

In the morning, the camp had already been cleaned up, and now it was just a simple load of the sundries in the camp onto the carts, and soon the entire camp was left with deep pits left by the wooden stakes before.

Zhang Yi stood on the carriage in front of the head, whistled, and a hundred or so men wore white, tattered but absolutely clean uniforms, and slowly walked out of Liangzhou along the broken street in front of the east gate with a dozen or so carriages.

Zhang Xin lay on the carriage and looked at the place where the Dingbian Army had fought, and the whole convoy was full of solemn emotions, except for the friction of footsteps and ruts. After many days, the long street in front of the east gate has been cleaned up, and the blood and corpses on the ground have long been gone. Only the traces of swords and guns on the houses on both sides record the traces of the Dingbian army.

Zhang Xin suddenly felt sad, many of the brothers of the Dingbian Army disappeared without even leaving their names. I don't know, apart from the memories etched in our minds, what else they left behind.

The soldiers of the government opened silently, and no one saw them off in the quiet streets, only when they passed through the east gate, the soldiers guarding the gate lined up in two columns at the gate and put their right hands on their chests to see them off with their eyes.

Zhang Xin lay on the haystack and followed the queue to slowly leave Liangzhou, and the gate of the city soaked in his blood. Looking back, the pale gray city wall on the word "Liangzhou" written in Lishu has been a little mottled, thinking of the Dingbian Army brothers who have been sleeping in Si since then, Zhang Xin suddenly hummed softly: "The fire lights up the night miserably, when the city is broken, the sky is waning at that glance, you smile like an epiphany, the blood-colored wind tore the flag, the lights at the head of the city are finally extinguished, I can't see your head hanging high, and your eyes are contemptuous", "The butterfly burned to ashes."

The branches and leaves with broken roots broke free, the sad blood frozen in front of their sockets flowed through the long street, the ears were constantly killed, and the city that was guarded whimpered in the heavy rain, and many years later, the pages of history still wrote this night

The long steps of bluestone are dyed with life, death, farewell, the image of the end, the destruction of the gentleness, the most decisive falling, the swaying, and suddenly the long night that is fading has been washed away before dawn, someone calls your name until the hoarse voice is exhausted, if the soul can perceive the Yellow Spring, do not forget, but after singing the song, Zhang Xin said in a low voice, "Goodbye, Liangzhou." ”