I used to think that the Jianghu Committee was the real power, but now it seems that it is a joke.

When I was a kid, I thought my dad was very authoritative. Later, when I saw my father like a grandson in front of the village chief, I thought that the village chief was the most authoritative. As I grew up, I became a township head, a county magistrate, a provincial governor, a prime minister, an emperor, and later a governor of the inner court, a senator's council, and then a Sichuan and a holy land...... Frankly, I can't tell the difference between power and authority now. I have seen the destruction of empires, the degradation of morality, the breakthrough of the bottom line, the loss of divinity, and the rotation of power.

I didn't have a sense of dignity and inferiority a long time ago, and the facts of these years have strengthened this understanding. For example, I don't actually have an official position now, and I don't bother to ask Qian Zhao to ask for a position, Qian Liangong, the supervisor of the forbidden army, Zhang Qiangsheng, the director of the secret department, Mao Sanmao, the commander of the Xichang factory, and Lu Chengzhi, the commander of Jinyiwei, are all higher in rank than me, but I don't care about them at all, because I know: what is real power.

There is such a thing as power, it is not that you say that you have power, you have power; It's not that if others say you have power, you have power; It's not that if you have soldiers, you have power; It's not that you have morality, you have power – power is a kind of consciousness, mutual consciousness, and when someone else gives his power, you have power.

I looked at Luoyang after the rainstorm and fell into deep thought.

This month, I led the army to Jiangnan, and it has been raining heavily in the Central Plains. In the past, in June, there were often heavy rains in the Central Plains, but this year there were many exceptions, for many days in a row.

The torrential rain washed the messy Luoyang, making her look like a concubine out of the bath. But which is the real Luoyang?

Of course, the Luoyang court could clear 90 percent of Luoyang's untouchables from the city, just like Chang'an. Such a Luoyang will always be like a concubine, a concubine who does not eat fireworks in the world, a wax concubine, a motionless concubine, and a concubine who will never change.

Luoyang is not Chang'an. After the rainstorm, the neat streets will be cluttered again, and this noble concubine will become a village woman, she will give birth to countless lively children, and god-like holiness will become the daily vulgarity of the world.

Which one is the right one? I like the latter, but I yearn for the former. Ah, my head is starting to hurt again.

The sun rose, and the strong eyes shone on the wet earth, the world was both hot and humid, and Luoyang was in a thick state, as if countless souls were ascending to heaven.

The ground is full of flowers. The corpses of those flowers, it seems that the flowers fought a battle. The blue is hyacinth, the purple is the Roland, the yellow is the daisy, the red is the rose, the orange is the buttercup, the yellow is the calla lily, and the white is ...... The corpse, black is her hair.

Bees flutter among the petals, flies flutter over the carcass. Bees and flies mingle. The difference is that flies give birth and bees die.

I suddenly remembered a poem: Last night the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine. I tried the curtain people, but the begonias were still the same. Did you know? Did you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

I don't know who wrote it, and I don't know which dynasty, I can guarantee that this product must have been well fed, and it was such a tragic thing for Luohua to write so interestingly.

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Yesterday was a dinner party for the big guys, and today it's a dinner for the little guys.

Shakya's head was beside me, holding me food. He is no longer called Shakya invincible, and he changed back to "Shakya Head", and is currently the protector of Shaolin, but he always likes to call himself the former head of Shaolin.

Shakyatou: "Boss! Shakya, that bastard, a big fat man, doesn't know any martial arts, how can he be the host of Shaolin? Why don't you push me up? Hey! This is a chicken thigh, delicious, boss, you try it. ”

Me: "Supposedly, if you don't give me face at a critical time, you're a traitor." However, you are still my person, and I should have pushed you up, better than others. ”

Shakyatou: "Yes, yes! Hurry up and announce that I am the host of Shaolin. ”

I yelled, "! I said yes, yes! Now any person is bigger than me, I said there is a fart! ”

After hearing this, Shakya's head wilted, and sat unhappily on the side and gnawed on chicken legs.

Cuong sat next to Shakya's head, absentmindedly eating and drinking porridge. Suddenly, his eyes straightened, staring at the few people who came over—specifically, at Zhang Xiao'e, the leader of the Sichuan Gang and the head of Emei.

Ay! Zhang Xiao'e is just an ordinary woman, she looks like she is in her thirties, a middle-aged woman, and her figure is like a bucket. There are more than a dozen maids in the compound, each of whom is 10,000 times more beautiful than her. Why do you just look at her - do you have a special hobby?

I was about to tease him, but Ah Qiang rushed forward and hugged Zhang Xiao'e and cried! He cried so sadly, tears came out of his eyes, wetting Zhang Xiao'e's chest.

I was so embarrassed.

The deputy head of the five poisons, Poison Wanqiang, the head of the Shu Sect, Deng Revenge, the head of the Five Mountains and the head of Wudang, Zhang Baji, the head of the Five Mountains and the head of Huashan, Ling Goufei, and the head of the Green Forest and the head of the green hat, Lu Zhonghei, also looked at him in surprise. Only Wan Wanbao didn't understand at all, he was eating vegetables, and he ate most of the dishes on the table.

Qing Tianming, the head of Qingcheng, was furious and dragged Ah Qiang.

Cuong hugged him too tightly, so Cuong and Zhang Xiao'e fell to the ground, Cuong's face still against Zhang Xiao'e's chest.

I shouted, "Ah Qiang! What are you doing? ”

Several people hurriedly stepped forward, clasped their hands, pulled people's pulls, and finally pulled them apart.

Qing Tianming yelled: "Are you sick?" So many women don't hug me, don't hug my wife? ”

Ah Qiang asked, "Are you Zhang Da'e?" Are you alive again? ”

Wow! As soon as he said this, all the people who knew the name "Zhang Da'e" were stunned.

Zhang Da'e's husband and head of Shumen, Deng Revenge, suddenly pulled out a drawn sword from his waist and pointed at Ah Qiang's Adam's apple with a whoosh.

Deng took revenge and yelled: "How do you know Zhang Da'e? ”

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Ah Qiang seemed to understand that the person in front of him was not Zhang Da'e, so he stopped talking and sat on the stool. No matter how people speak, he will not say a word again.

Deng took revenge and told Zhang Da'e and Zhang Xiao'e about it again like a psychopath.

Then he said it again.

Then he said it again.

But Cuong remained motionless.

Deng revenge: "How do you know this name?" Have you seen him? Where is Zhang Da'e? ”

Cuong didn't speak.

Deng took revenge and plunged his sword into Cuong's chest.

Red blood flowed on the snow-white chest, making it appear redder and whiter in complexion.

Wan Wanbao was full of food and touched his stomach, and when he saw that someone was going to kill Ah Qiang, he was furious and reached out to grab the sword. As soon as he grabbed it, the sword was actually clenched into an iron ball by him!

People were shocked.

The people of the Sichuan Gang, the Green Forest, and the Five Mountains all surrounded Wanwanbao.

I shouted, "What are you doing! Don't fight! Something to say! ”

Ah Qiang stood up: "You ask where Zhang Da'e is, I know where she is." ”

Deng took revenge and grabbed Ah Qiang and said, "Take me quickly!" Take me there! ”

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We drove a few armored vehicles, and we galloped east after leaving the Luoyang County Government.

Deng Revenge kept shouting: "Hurry! Come on! ”

My armored car is already much faster than riding a horse, he said!

The convoy crashed into a lot of stalls in Luoyang City, and also hit several pigs and cows outside the city. But it doesn't matter so much, the convoy keeps galloping.

The convoy has been walking in the wilderness of the Central Plains since leaving Luoyang.

If in ordinary times, there will be a field full of wheat in front of you; But this month's heavy rains have turned everything down. There was nothing on the land of the Central Plains, not even trees, except for the occasional beggar stealing grain from the fallen crops.

The whole earth is like a pool of stagnant water, with no sign at all. I don't know what kind of memory Cuong uses, but he keeps pointing us in one direction.

The speed of the convoy was always 50 kilometers per hour, and we walked for almost an hour when Cuong suddenly said, "This is it!" ”

The convoy braked sharply, a deep rut was cut on the ground, and people crashed into each other.

We get out of the car.

The sky is round.

Except for heaven and earth, and the lodging wheat fields, we are the only ones here.

Deng took revenge and shouted: "Where is it! How can I not see it? ”

Cuong walked a few steps and walked to a place.

I don't see any difference between that place and the others.

Cuong pointed to the ground and said, "This is it." She's buried here. ”

After saying this, everyone was shocked.

Zhang Xiao'e immediately burst into tears.

Qing Tianming comforted her.

Deng Revenge suddenly knelt on the ground. He walked on his knees, walked to where Cuong stood, and cried and gouged.

Everyone watched him cry and plan.

A mat wrapped in something was dug out.

Deng took revenge and turned the mat open, revealing two corpses that were about to decompose.

One was a child of five or six years old, with a miserable white body, gray hair, and gray eyebrows.

One is a woman in her thirties, her face looks exactly the same as Zhang Xiao'e, the difference is that her figure is excellent, which is completely different from Zhang Xiao'e's bucket figure.

When Deng Revenge saw this scene, he jumped back as if he had seen a ghost, jumping more than ten meters away.

He asked Cuong, "When did she die?" ”

Cuong: "Thirty-three days ago. ”

Deng took revenge and spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.