The protagonist is dead, and the book is over.

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Just kidding.

When Zhang Quan woke up, it was already the early morning of the next day, and the bright sunlight shone in through the open wooden door, with a sober breath of life, which made Zhang Quan sigh, it was good to be alive.

Zhang Quan got up from the bed and looked down at his chest, a huge crimson scar was obliquely carved on his chest, rugged, like the Taihang Mountains that stretched for thousands of miles.

Never, like at this moment, Zhang Quan can clearly feel the joyful state of life of every organ and tissue in his body. Zhang Quan could vividly perceive that the heart that was completely pierced by the dagger yesterday was now unscarred and was spurting black blood.

"Is this dragon's blood?" Zhang Quan muttered.

At this time, Sun Shangxiang walked in with a basin of washing water, the cardamom was not yet in his prime, his posture was already concave, exquisite, petite and graceful, people couldn't help but step forward to comfort him, Sun Shangxiang said to Zhang Quan: "Awake? Are you okay? ”

Zhang Quan glanced at it, and saw the swarthy wound on Sun Shangxiang's left ring finger, which was particularly conspicuous on the skin of the frosty Saixue, and Zhang Quan could already simulate last night's scene:

Sun Shangxiang pierced Zhang Quan's chest with a dagger, and he fell into Sun Shangxiang's arms, his life in danger; She had successfully avenged her brother Sun Ce, and then, for some reason, she watched her pure-blooded human life without any dragon bloodline gradually dissipate, cutting through her own namelessness, and drops of magical and dirty black dragon blood flowed into Zhang Quan's chest, quickly cheering and leaping in Zhang Quan's body, transforming the entire body.

Zhang Quan could imagine that Sun Shangxiang's nameless blood only shed a few drops of blood, and the super recovery ability given by the high-ranking dragon bloodline made the wound heal; But he himself was still dying, Sun Shangxiang didn't frown, and he was stabbing the original nameless wound.

Zhang Quan looked at Sun Shangxiang, looked at this face that had been missing for hundreds of days and nights, was so familiar that he could never forget it, and asked:

"Purple Pheasant?"

"Purple Pheasant?" Sun Shangxiang asked with some surprise, "What do you mean, I am your new wife, Sun Shangxiang?" Between the words, he showed a little shyness, and on his heroic face, it was extremely attractive.

Then Zhang Quan was not in the mood to notice the shyness on Sun Shangxiang's face, he stared at her clear eyes, which were as clear as a pool of stagnant water, in her clear eyes, Zhang Quan could only see his own eyes, Zhang Quan said:

"Don't remember? In that noisy and silent night under the cold moonlight, the skeletons of more than fifty pure-blooded dragons, the blood wings of dragons tens of meters wide, and the sea of cherry blossoms and blood dancing in the sky! Ahhh Zhang Quan grabbed Sun Shangxiang's shoulders with both hands, shook Sun Shangxiang's body back and forth, and roared like crazy.

"What, I don't know what you're talking about," Sun Shangxiang could easily break free from Zhang Quan's hands, but no, Zhang Quan's back and forth swaying, there was a feeling of swinging when he was a child, Sun Shangxiang stared at the bright and moving big eyes, opened his coquettish and seductive little mouth and said:

"What don't you remember? I remember that from birth, even from the time I was conscious in my mother's womb, every moment after that, everything that happened around me can be clearly recalled, and it will be vivid. ”

At this moment, Zhang Quan finally came to his senses, although Sun Shangxiang had a face that was exactly the same as Zi Yan, however, he was not alone, even Sun Shangxiang's memory was strongly preserved by the Dragon Clan's bloodline, and it was impossible for Zi Yan to travel to this time and space with him.

Thinking of this, Zhang Quan didn't think much about it, and looked at the petite Sun Shangxiang who was still in his arms, revealing an evil smile full of playfulness.

Sun Shangxiang couldn't help but be a little panicked.

Zhang Quan hugged Xiangxiang and fell to the bed, pressed on her, wrapped her with his body, and wrapped his legs around the slender **. Xiangxiang struggled to push Zhang Quan away, but Zhang Quan was wrapped tighter, and gradually the two mouths, one big and one small, approached, and the four eyes were facing each other, and she only saw her smart eyes from his eyes.

Zhang Quan kissed her soft lips without hesitation, her eyes widened in amazement, like the bright moon on the horizon, and then Zhang Quan easily pried open her slightly open teeth, teased her little tongue, sucked her Qiongjin, and did not leave her mouth until he couldn't breathe.

Xiang Xiang had long since stopped making noise, and was gasping for the aroma, which was slapping his short beard on his upper lip, and he rubbed it back and forth on her cheeks. She reacted and shook her head to dodge, looking sideways at him:

"It's an amazing feeling."

Obviously, it's the feeling of a wet kiss, and kissing a girl who has not grown up has a different flavor. He looked at her quietly and said:

"Isn't it good to do this every day after that?"

"Wow," she suddenly remembered something, "but I miss big brother." ”

She lay on his chest and cried slightly: "Big brother used to take me to hunt every week, take me to shoot arrows, and play a lot of fun things. But he disappeared suddenly, and I asked the second brother where the eldest brother had gone, and the second brother and those people ignored me. The mother only cried and did not speak. She suddenly looked up at him, "Can you tell me where my eldest brother has gone?" The smart eyes and tears were even more clear and moving, so that he couldn't bear to refuse and hurt.

"Your eldest brother," he said, turning his head to look out the window at the bright sunshine, "went far, far away. He looked at Xiangxiang with sad eyes, "Why don't I be your brother." Sticking out his tongue and licking it on her lips.

"Hmm." Xiangxiang replied with a blushing bow of her head.

Although she knew that Zhang Quan was lying to her, she still felt that this was really good, at least, there would be someone who would hold you lovingly and lie to you.

On the third day after his wedding to Sun Shangxiang, Zhang Quan asked Zhang Xiu to move to Wuling, which was far away from Jiangdong, and on the one hand, he showed goodwill to Dongwu and prepared to attack Xiangyang, Jiangling.

The convoy was stopped in the middle of the road by Hao Zhao, who was humming a song, driving a cow across the road. He said that he wanted to join the army but because it was the Jiangdong Army, the military camp was not accepted, and looked at the eight-character mustache on Hao Zhao's still childish face, laughed, and said, "Okay! You will follow me in the future, Captain of the Guards, and I will allow you a battalion of soldiers and horses! ”

Zhang Quan watched Zhang Xiu use Hao Zhao straightforwardly, and felt that it was a little inappropriate, although Hao Zhao was indeed a good general, but Zhang Xiu was not like he had crossed over, he knew history, and he hired him directly without examining his character ability, which was not good. However, it was his father, and Zhang Quan didn't have much to say.

Zhang Xiu, Jia Xu, and Zhao Yun quietly fought in Wuling, while Zhang Quan went incognito to Xiangyang and Nannan.

When passing through a small county town called Dangyang in Jiangling, Zhang Quan stood on the wooden bridge at the confluence of the local Fu River and the Zhang River, and the sun shone on the yellowed river surface after the rainy season, reflecting the blue sky into golden, the banks were potholed, soft grass and wild vegetables grew all over the riverbank, a gust of wind blew, and the cool humidity was blowing on the face. Nothing has changed, just like a thousand years later.

All the way to Xiangyang Xunnan and came to Huang Chengyan's house.

After the rain, the summer bamboo forest exudes a cool and humid air, and the verdant bamboo leaves shade the rustic houses. Zhang Quan pushed open the wooden door and saw an old man tidying up the vegetable garden, he stepped forward and bowed and said:

"Presumably you are Mr. Huang Chengyan."

"Huh?" He looked up, his eyes bright as a torch in his black and white hair.

"Xiaosheng Zhang Quan, a native of Dangyang, Jiangling, I heard that Mr. Huang runs a school regardless of men and women, and he specially brings his sister to study from you." As he spoke, he pulled Sun Shangxiang, who was standing behind him, and bowed to Huang Chengyan.

Huang Chengyan looked at Zhang Quan and Sun Shangxiang, his eyes swept the carriage outside the door again, nodded appreciatively, and then said:

"Okay, I'll take you two. However, I told the students to go back to farming, my school is already closed, so you can come back after the autumn harvest. ”

"Got a holiday?" Zhang Quan muttered, I am afraid it will take a few months to be a classmate of Zhuge Liang and Pang Tong and then take down their plan. Just thinking about it, a girl walked out of the door and said to Huang Chengyan:

"Father, it's time to visit Uncle Shuijing."

Zhang Quan looked up and followed the sound, what caught her eye was a brown-red waterfall scattered down, waist-high like your little tail, the sun sprinkled on her blackened skin through the bamboo forest, reflecting the shining white light of the stars, she looked at him, her pupils emitted a cold and deep light like a bright moon, as clear as a stream, and as soft as autumn leaves. Zhang Quan was stunned.

"Well, it's time to go," Huang Chengyan replied to Huang Yueying, and then turned back to me and introduced, "This is the little girl Huang Yueying." As he spoke, he found that Zhang Quan was stunned, and he couldn't help but feel a burst of disgust, the little girl is ugly, so she doesn't have to look at it like this. He coughed dryly.

Zhang Quan hurriedly reacted, "Okay." said.

"Okay." Huang Yueying replied clearly.

Just a simple word "good" seems to have laid the emotional foundation for the friendship of gentlemen to be as eternal as water.

"May I ask Mr. Huang, are you going to visit Mr. Shuijing?" Zhang Quan turned his head and said to Huang Chengyan.

"Hmm." He nodded and said lightly.

"I admire Mr. Shuijing as much as I do for you, I wonder if I can go with you?"

"Okay." Huang Chengyan didn't want to take ordinary people to visit his old friends, but seeing that Zhang Quan respected him so much, he couldn't refuse.

The cool breeze in the bamboo forest beat the curtain of the carriage, and the fluttering sound was sometimes as crisp as a wind chime, and sometimes as thick and calm as a slow drum. Zhang Quan rode a horse and looked at Huang Yueying and Sun Shangxiang who were chatting happily in the curtain, suddenly Sun Shangxiang stopped talking, glanced over and made a grimace at Zhang Quan, Zhang Quan smiled at Sun Shangxiang and Huang Yueying who came over.

As the convoy travelled from one mountain village to another, approaching a relatively large house, it heard the sound of loud talk. Huang Chengyan knocked on the door, entered the room and saluted Sima Hui, then pointed to Zhang Quan with his palm and said:

"This is Zhang Lang's little brother who happened to come to visit me, and he said that he admired you very much, so I brought him too."

"It's just right to come, looking at this little brother's good looks, he should also be a talented person. Kong Mingyuan is discussing with me, and I can't even talk about young people. ”

"Hello Mr. Shuijing, Xiaosheng's surname is Zhang Mingquan, and I haven't taken the table word yet, you and Mr. Huang can just call me Quan." Zhang Quan said.

Later, as Sima Hui entered the house, he saw a group of scholars in green shirts kneeling and waiting on both sides.

Zhang Quan looked at everyone, thinking that the coveted Wolong Phoenix Chick and Xu Shu Cui Zhou and others were among them, and he couldn't help but feel excited. Zhang Quan saluted the crowd and said:

"Xiaosheng Zhang Quan, sixteen years old, has not yet spoken, I am lucky to have the opportunity to listen to the words of my brothers, and I am very excited."

"Don't be so presumptuous, come, we are discussing the art of war, so you can casually tell us what you think of the art of war." A young man with a vicissitudes of life sitting near the main seat said that it must be the phoenix and the king, the king of the earth and the mountain.

"Soldiers, treacherous." In front of these elites, Zhang Quan did not pretend to be clumsy, and said what he thought was the most classic and accurate sentence about the art of war.

Everyone looked sideways, and Huang Chengyan and Sima Hui also attached importance to Zhang Quan.

"Soldier, Orbit also, from "Sun Tzu's Art of War", I don't know Lang, can you elaborate on your views and your understanding of the sophistication in it?" A middle-aged man with a young face said, it must be Xu Shu, the high-ranking bloodline of the King of Bronze and Fire.

"Soldiers, treacherous. To put it simply, the way of using troops lies in the ever-changing and unexpected. The strong can avoid it, the strong can scratch it, the despisable can be proud of it, the hidden can tire it, and the close can separate it. ”

Zhang Quan looked at the people who showed a look of approval, paused and said:

"However, the way to use soldiers is not so simple. In my opinion, the biggest rule of the way of using troops is that there are no rules, and when the enemy army is strong, we can avoid him, we can also give him a head-on blow, and we can use discord to create internal flaws in him, these are endless. ”

Everyone was talking, and Huang Yueying looked at the young man who was talking about it younger than herself, and her heart fluttered. Zhuge Liang, who was on the left side of the main throne, muttered: "The biggest rule is that there are no rules? "Zhuge Liang is 1.80 meters tall, with a square hat on his head, his hair fluttering, handsome and fairy, and chic to show his talent.

Zhang Quan looked at Zhuge Liang carefully, and it was clear from Zhuge Liang's breath that he was the high-ranking bloodline of the King of the Sea and Water, which was somewhat similar to Sun Shangxiang's breath; However, within Zhuge Liang's body, there seemed to be some ultimate barrier, shrouding the core of the dragon nerve center in the spine, and Zhang Quan couldn't see through it.

It is by no means a dragon king, Zhang Quan can be sure that for Zhang Quan, who was possessed by Norton, the fifth king of the fifth king of the previous life, and directly fought against the second king, the white king, the breath of the dragon king's solitary contempt for the world will be released in the huge world like a lackey, and it cannot be hidden at all.

Super hybrids? For this kind of existence, the proportion of this kind of dragon blood has not reached 100%, in addition to a large amount of dragon blood flowing in the body, there is also human blood, but it can burst out more than 100%, facing the existence of a hybrid race of the dragon king, Zhang Quan has never seen it with his own eyes.

Zhuge Liang, that's it.

"Listening to Quan Shao's accent, it should be a native of Jingxiang, right?" Zhuge Liang asked.

"Well, Jiangling is a Yang person, dare to ask my brother Taiwan's name?" When Zhang Quan saw the most handsome one in the house, he thought it was Zhuge Liang's **oss, so he asked a question to confirm.

"My surname is Zhuge Mingliang, thanks to the care of Mr. Shuijing, I took the table word Kong Ming. I heard Brother Lang say that the biggest rule of the art of war is that there are no rules, and I suddenly found that Kong Ming had studied the art of war for many years in vain. Saying that, he spontaneously laughed bitterly, and everyone in the audience laughed when he heard him say that he had learned the art of war in vain, and Zhang Quan also laughed.