It was also night, and the river wind was compassionate, enveloping a barracks outside Jinling City, which was only eight or nine miles away from the stone mountain.

It was a small army of less than three hundred men. It is not subordinate to the ministries along the river. I'm afraid that few people know that this is also an elite journey of Yuan Laodabu on the edge of the Yangtze River and at the peak of the waves. Although the number of this team is small, it is very relevant and has its own importance in pacifying the situation in southern Jiangsu.

——Among the gates, there were originally not only 'long cars'.

In the camp now, there is silence.

Outside the barracks, there was a tall figure standing at this time. The man was thirty-one or two years old, with a broad forehead and splendid garments. He is extremely tall, with broad shoulders and a straight waist, and there is a trace of nobility in his complexion that cannot be concealed. ——He is Hua Zhou, in the Yuanmen, Hua Zhou, who is as famous as Hu Bugu and is known as the "right soldier" in the "double car vertical and horizontal, seven horses in a row, the left phase is the royal, and the right soldier is the horse".

At this time, he looked at the clouds that covered the moon and the river flowing under the moon, and stood quietly.

Somehow, there was always an unspeakable uneasiness in his heart tonight. The river breeze tightened, blowing the sleeves of his robe, and he was thinking: Boss Yuan and Zuo Jinwu Li Jie met, and with his martial arts skills, it was expected that there should be nothing wrong. So what upsets him? Is it the situation on the other side of Stone Town?

- Boss Yuan set up three waves of ambushes tonight to kill Luo Han, and he was the only one left to guard the barren beach.

Speaking of which, he has high ambitions, and although he and Luo Han have no face, they faintly feel that they are quite close to each other. But the killing of Luo has been a big plan, and he has nothing to stop.

The barren beach where this barracks is located is called Hutou Beach. When the water is shallow, the beachhead stretches out into the river water, and the shape is like a tiger's head. And Hua Zhou stood in the tiger's mouth.

Hua Zhou remembered that he also asked Boss Yuan: "What if these three waves of ambushes can't work?" ”

He thought about it very closely, although he knew that there was almost no such possibility-Luo Han was high in his art and sword, and he could withstand the attack of Hu Bugu's secret ambush, and he could escape the attack of the 'long car' and the hundred cars, but under the number of wounds, it was difficult to avoid the attack of the nine ghosts on Longhu Mountain. But as a staff officer, he can't help but inquire about the 'what if'.

Yuan Lao Dao: "Then only I will personally take action and fight with it." ”

Yuan Chenlong has not made a personal move for nearly ten years - people in the Yuanmen sometimes talk in private, and they can't help but look forward to the day when they can see Yuan Chenlong make a personal move. But the threat created by not making a move is sometimes worse than a shot. Just thinking this, a flag flower rocket suddenly rose in the direction of the stone mountain, and the light of the fireworks was blue, and although it was far away in the dark night, it was still extremely eye-catching. Hua Zhou was shocked, and his heart suddenly became infinitely sad: it was his secret number, and Shi Ran had already been killed.

The fireworks were brilliant. Blue, in the gate represents the color of stone burning. Hua Zhou felt a pain in his heart, he knew that Shi Ran must have been killed.

The fireworks are only set off when important people are killed in the gate.

It was a kind of grief and a kind of longing.

Hua Zhou didn't think about it, he called out on the spot, and the people who were on night in the camp came out in response. He beckoned a few words, went to the stables, untied a fast horse, turned on his horse, and leaped in the direction of Stone Town.

The sergeant asked behind him, "Childe, won't you take someone with you to the rescue?" ”

Hua Zhou shouted in the wind: "The 'long car' is in an emergency, it must be Luo Han's strength alone, and there must be Wenfu who mixes it, I'm afraid it's not just them." I'm afraid that if I take someone there, I'll fall into their calculations. What's more, they are afraid that they will be able to mobilize the men and horses in the army, so you first order all the guards in the battalion. Otherwise, if Hutoutan is lost, we will have no place to retreat. ”

Hua Zhou rode his horse along the river, he rode a fast horse, and his riding skills were good, and the distance of eight or nine miles was fleeting for him. Just when he was about to arrive at Stone Town, he had turned a corner, and when he was galloping on the bank of the Qinhuai River, a small boat suddenly swung out in the Qinhuai River and went upriver with him in the river. His horse was very fast, but the man who operated the boat had great arm strength, and he was not slower than his galloping horse in the middle of the river. I only listened to an old man in the boat singing: "The fisherman accompanies Xiyan at night, secretly draws the Qingjiang River and burns bitter bamboo, the moon rises and the sky does not see anyone, and the mountains and rivers are green and ......."

The song is desolate, and the sound of the moonlight and water adds to the sadness. Hua Zhou was shocked - Zao Wou-Ki! The old man on the boat had already shouted: "Master Hua, rush on a moonlit night, what is the so-called matter?" Stone Town is going to be stormy, but Childe wants to cross the river? How about the old decay put you across? ”

At this time, Hua Zhou had already rushed to the area opposite Stone City. I saw that in the woods in the distance, there was hidden killing, and above the empty field, Luo Han was sitting and singing. He looked at the opposite bank, on the hillside, there was a torch burning, and Xiao Ruzhu could faintly see the figure sitting on the top of the thatched liao. And only Stone Town is silent in silence, and the black walls seem to tell countless stories of old things. Hua Zhou stationed on the horse and raised his eyebrows. Zao Wou-Ki shook his hands and shook to the shore. I only heard him smile and said: "Little Lao'er is thirsty to talk to Brother Hua for a long time, and I am very fortunate to have a meeting tonight." Come, come, I'll cross the river for you. ”

Hua Zhou's face was gloomy, and even his arrival to the other party had been calculated, it seemed that today was really a crisis.

At the head of Stone City, Zhao Wuliang had white hair and Xiao Xiao, looking at the boat crossing the river on the Qinhuai water, and muttered, "It's here." ”

Zhao Xu was stunned.

Zhao Wuliang had already picked up the short stick that was leaning on his nephew's knee, solemnly handed it to him, and said in a deep voice: "Xu'er, since you became an artist, you have never really fought head-on with a master. Take the stick, tonight, it is Yuanmen Huazhou, who is as famous as Hu Bugu and famous for his swordsmanship. You have seen Hu Bugu's skills, and after a while, Hua Zhou will come. He has the 'one shot of the Qingshan is the Central Plains' of the 'one-shot swordsmanship', hehe, as strong as Yuan Da, maybe he is alone in the rivers and lakes. At that time, I am afraid that the uncle will not be able to take care of you, so you must be careful. ”

Zhao Xu didn't seem to expect that the uncle didn't just stop at watching tonight, and finally had to make a move. He held a stick in one hand, and an inexplicable excitement surged in his heart.

Luo Han sat quietly in the field. He was wounded in his left arm, his right leg was also hit by a 'long cart' arrow near his hip, and there was another flank bone that seemed to be broken, and he wrapped one by one. But these are actually nothing, what really made him breathless and extremely swollen in his chest and abdomen was a sleeve in the stone city that was whipped by Hu Bugu - hehe-"My way is not lonely", "My way is not lonely", Hu Bugu's "true qi" is really extraordinary. Depression hurts his lungs and diaphragm, as long as he lifts his breath, it is very uncomfortable.

He took a long breath, the situation tonight was not something he wanted to pick alone. Yuanmen is too strong, he only has one person and one sword, no matter what, it is difficult to be the strong opponent of Yuanmen, and the benefits of a hundred cars. But if he doesn't come, what about the people in Huaishang?

His eyes looked at the dark night, far from the northwest, far from the northwest, where he came. It was also a wilderness where Ning Yi and murder coexisted. But there, after all, there is not yet such a deep and complex calculation between people. Such as treacherous and courteous like the literary family, such as the seemingly sparse and wild like the two elders of the clan. He smiled, Wenfu wants to make a profit from the fisherman, how can it be so easy! Either way, he's got them involved.

Not too far to the northwest, there is still a pair of eyes in the same night. Thinking of those eyes, Luo Han felt lonely in his heart. If it weren't for Boss Yuan's great momentum, he would have planned to send the dart silver across the river and leave, but as soon as he entered the game, would he be able to get away if he wanted to? As soon as you get into the dust, you will be entangled in all kinds of things. There are so many things that you can't escape or get out of.

His sword was across his knees, hidden by his sleeve, and he was playing with a small jade cup in his hand. The cup was gently rubbed between his slightly brown fingers, as if he were holding a friend's hand in the heat of weariness. Perhaps, the only thing I can help you with is this lonely sword. There is no one in the field, the river is forever, he remembered a friend who looked at the world so warmly, coldly, and emptyly, but can you try your best to smooth out the troubles of the world? - And you, why are you still stuck in Huai and refuse to leave those things behind?

There are so many kinds of collusion in this world, and collusion is unpredictable, even if you are conceited and talented, can you keep it and do your best?

He was waiting for the third wave of ambushes from Boss Yuan. He knew that Yuan Chenlong would make a move, and he would not stop there. With his arrogance, once he wants to do it, he will never let himself go easily.

The sky seemed to be dark, and there was a large black shadow that obscured the crescent moon that had just revealed the clouds. Luo Han's eyes jumped: The eagle flies for nine years, and the owl dances for the third time?

- Du Huaishan also called out this sentence that day. In the crack of the north wind, there was a strange sound of breaking the sky, like the sound of bats dancing in the air. Luo Han raised his eyes - "Nine Great Ghosts" - Nine Great Ghosts on Dragon and Tiger Mountain. He should have thought that the one that Boss Yuan could use to launch a third wave of attacks against him at this moment might be the "Nine Great Ghosts" on Longhu Mountain that he had injured on the Tongling River.

Longhu Mountain lives in Jiangxi, is a faction of the Heavenly Master, the successive dynasties passed on Zhang Tianshi, after several dynasties, are sealed, a hundred generations of clear names, can be compared with Qufu Confucius. On the mountain, Zhang Tianshi, Wenfu Wen Zhaogong, and Anhui Lu Bushi are all famous grandmasters in the martial arts.

There are a total of seven people who came, and they all inherited the light skills, known as "the eagle flies long nine, and the owl dances low three", and turns the side in the air with the power of the cloak, such as the birth of wings. On the side of the Tongling River, Luo Han had already tried, and it was not easy for him to win that day. What's more, he was newly injured today, not to mention that the other party came this time with seven people.

The seven figures flew as if out of thin air - the four who soared high and the three who returned low, and there was no old seven who had broken one of Luo Han's arms at that time. Looking at their body style, it seems that the well-known rivers and lakes, with one-handed light skills in the martial arts, and the last ranked Nine Ghost Xingxiao did not come. Luo Han lowered his eyebrows and looked at the sword, only to hear a rustling voice and said: "Why, Brother Luo, who has been famous for his Nine Illusory Arc Technique for a while, is injured by an arrow in his leg, and he can't stand up?" ”

Luo Han's arrow wound was already attached to anesthetic, although he was bloodied and bound, he was still paralyzed and unable to move, and he didn't think that the other party would see it as soon as he came.

It was the great ghost who spoke with him, and he only heard him whisper: "If the arc sword turns out to be a sitting sword, the second brother and the fourth brother, you can't help but be shocked." ”

He called "Second Brother" and "Fourth Brother" because among the nine ghosts, the "Second Ghost" Xingtian and the "Four Ghosts" Xingrong won the martial arts and surpassed their peers.

The seven figures had slowly fallen, forming a nearly circular circle to surround Luo Han alone and one horse.

I only heard the big ghost Xingfeng sneered: "I said that day: You let my brother go today, but my brother will not be able to let you go at the ends of the world in the future." Luo Han, do you regret it? ”

Luo Han was silent.

The other party's two ghosts spoke at this time: "We were invited by Boss Yuan to kill you today. But you and my seventh brother have already had a Liang Zi for a while, so we don't want your dog life this time. You hurt my seventh brother, and the seventh brother said, as long as you leave an arm, we will reveal it tonight. In the future, you have only one arm left with him, and after he trains hard, he will look for you to fight again. ”

The corners of Luo Han's lips pursed, the people on Longhu Mountain were really proud, but he was also proud, and sneered when he heard this: "I will tie one arm, and he will have no chance to hurt me in this life." ”

On the stone city, Zhao Wuliang looked at Hua Zhou and Zhao Wuji who had ascended to the top of the city, and did not speak quietly. But it was Hua Zhou who spoke first: "I've been waiting for a long time. ”

Zhao Wuliang smiled, Hua Zhou looked at the empty city and a small dense forest under the hillside not far away, and said with a smile: "Where is my big brother Hu, he should be under this stone city." Oh, after he lost his hand, he saw the flag flower and wanted to rush to the other side, but he encountered an ambush, didn't he? Guess who that is...... If that's right, it's the end of the day, right? The six families of Jianghu should have participated in the battle of ambushing the 'long car' on the other side, the elite of the Wen Mansion, there should be no one left, who else is there under him to deal with the 'Secret Sect'? ”

He seemed to be quite difficult to understand this matter, and he groaned and stroked his forehead: "Recently, the entourage brought by Jin Envoy Boyan to ask for confessions suddenly decreased by more than 30 people. Kim Zhangmen Kim Il Hyun also seems to have appeared in Jiankang recently. Could it be that the people who ambushed the 'Secret Sect' at the end of the Jie rate were actually Jin Zhangmen's subordinates? ”

He seems unconvinced. Although he has always disdained the people of the Wenfu, if they do not hesitate to collude with tigers and wolves on the side of the couch for the struggle of forces in Jiangnan, it will make him even more despised.

I saw a gleam in his eyes, and said lightly: "Miss Xiao Ruxiao should be trapped on the southern hillside by Wen Hanlin and Jin Rizhen." Wen Fu Jing said that the people of the Sixth Family of Jianghu and the anti-Yuan Alliance fought on the other side of the river to kill the 'long car'...... Here there are Zhao Lao and the two are waiting for Xiao Ke, hehe, in order to make a small difference, he actually used the power of the government and the opposition in the north and south, and even the clan bifid who was as wild as an idle cloud did not hesitate to take action in person, I am really lucky! - Zhao Lao leaked the news of the meeting with Luo Han Stone City to Yuanmen first, and then released the wind to Wenfu, this trick is really not bad! ”

Zhao Wuliang only felt that his face was hot, and he had indeed done everything he could to deal with Yuanmen, and he was not ashamed of this. It's just that Hua Zhou really thought about it and guessed it. What is ashamed is that he also guessed that the Wenfu invited to help, and there were also good hands of the Northern Dynasty's 'Golden Zhangmen'. 'Jin Zhangmen' is a major sect of the Northern Dynasty to protect the imperial court, Zhao Wuliang bears the humiliation of his family and country, and now he is forced by the situation, but he is connected with the people of the Northern Dynasty, and he is ashamed of Hua Zhou. In particular, what made him ashamed was not Hua Zhou, but the hesitant eyes of Zhao Xu, who did not know it, looked at him after hearing this, and the disbelieving gaze of his nephew pierced Zhao Wuliang's cheeks. Fortunately, in the night, it is not obvious, and all the conspiracies and calculations can be hidden through this dark night. Zhao Wuliang calmed himself and said: "Yes, Mr. Hu is only suitable to meet Bi Jie, but I am afraid that now that they are facing each other in the small dense forest at the bottom of the slope, if Brother Hua can take care of the little Lao'er brothers, he can rush to help." ”

Hua Zhou didn't seem to be in a hurry, and when this chaos happened, he calmed down. He looked at Luo Hanyu's figure on the other side surrounded by the 'Nine Great Ghosts', and said lightly: "Xiao Ke is not in a hurry. Didn't Zao Wou-Ki say that he wanted to talk to Zaixia? Such a cold wind and barren night, watching the life and death struggle on the wall, chasing the night and the present on the stone city, talking about the rise and fall of eternity, it is also a rare fun in life. ”

Zhao Wuliang didn't expect him to be so calm, and he was afraid that it would be more beneficial to him than to drag it out, so he couldn't help but ask a long question: "Oh? ”

Hua Zhou had already sat down on his knees. He was dressed in luxury, sitting on the ground, sprinkled and scattered, with no regrets. His demeanor is more than that of Yuan Hanting, who has always been self-apologetic in the world. I only heard him say: "How does Zhao Lao not sit, the rivers and lakes are flawless, I have admired the high name for a long time, and I have not tasted it for a while, and I often regret it in my life." Today, why not sit down and talk together, and fulfill Hua's old wish. ”

Zhao Xu looked at Hua Zhou in a daze, only to feel that on this deserted city, he was alone in the enemy, but he was elegant and chic, cool as usual, which was really the only thing he had ever seen in his life.

Zhao Wuliang and Zhao Wuji glanced at each other, and sat down in the middle of Hua Zhou with the momentum of horns. They sat seemingly casually, but they could attack, retreat, and protect Zhao Xu.

Hua Zhou seemed unconscious, looked up at the sky and the moon, and said in a daze: "Since Hua first entered the Yuanmen, the years have flown between his fingers, and I haven't thought about it for nearly ten years. ”

He looked sideways at Zhao Xu and said lightly: "This one, is it the orphan brother Xu of the former Holy Highness?" The two seniors are really planning deeply. ”

Zhao Wuliang's face changed. Zhao Xu's life experience is a secret, almost no one in the rivers and lakes knows about it, and he didn't expect it to be revealed by Hua Zhou. I only heard Hua Zhou say: "After King Kang crossed to the south, the Queen Mother fled with Qin Hui in the Northern Dynasty. I didn't think that later, there was a return of the prince, when the prince had passed away, Qin Xiang was attached to the emperor's will, and he intended to prove that it was false, and he planned to claustrophobic his life, which can be regarded as the first major clan scandal after the southern crossing of this dynasty. I don't want the two seniors to rescue them and raise them in the rivers and lakes, this effort is not a small waste. ”

He seems to be very familiar with the secrets of the government and the opposition in this dynasty. Gossip, in every sentence. - This is true, after Zhao Gou was in Lin'an, the prince set up by the Qin family also fled to the south, and then died of illness. Later, there was a prince who fled south, Zhao Gou cherished the emperor's throne, reprimanded him for his hypocrisy, and claustrophobic in order to secretly kill him, although there were rumors about this matter in the government and the opposition, but no one dared to say it, Hua Zhou said lightly, and his tone was quite sighing. He has always guarded the imperial court, and Zhao Wuliang didn't expect him to say so bluntly.

Hua Zhou looked at Jinling City across the river and breathed a sigh of relief: "Who was the first to see that this city has a royal spirit?" From the Eastern Jin Dynasty to the Southern Chen, the gold powder of the Six Dynasties, the children of black clothes, and the skirt are romantic. The name of fireworks, who is rumored in Qin - Wang Xie in the old days, the swallow in front of the hall, today's cold wave outside the building, the threshold, there is no trace of the past, but the name alone is enough to make people feel a little sad, right? - such as rouge wells, such as Yuhuatai...... What kind of flowers will bloom when it rains? What kind of rouge falling into the well will leave a stain of fragrance that has been recited for nearly a thousand years? Wuyi Lane by the Vermilion Bird Bridge, where are the children in the alley? In the city of Jinling, there is a tea maid, and it also has the atmosphere of smoke and water of the Six Dynasties. So brilliant and gorgeous, and so unreachable and decadent. All this for what? ”

Zhao Wuliang didn't expect that he would suddenly express his emotion, but his heart was a little confused by his words, and he looked at the city in vain, but what he remembered in his heart was not Jinling, but the old land of Zhongdu: Kaifeng.

The old capital of the Northern Song Dynasty was called Tokyo, and the so-called Tokyo is today's Kaifeng. The prosperity of Kaifeng Mansion is indeed worth mentioning. Zhao Wuliang spent his childhood, youth and even prime of life in Kaifeng Mansion. He grew up in the imperial room, lived in the palace at a young age, remembered the Shangyuan Festival at that time, the lights were victorious, thousands of households, tourists were weaving, too liquid wave Cheng, Jin Wu couldn't help it, the building water pavilion, Luo Wei was deep, the incense car BMW, the fragrant dust was fine, the bottom of the Jinming pond and the foot of the Fan Building, Zimo returned, the red dust frolicked, the eagle was released, the cockfighting lackeys were trampled, the tiles were hooked, and the joy was like that...... In this life, how can you forget the joy of prosperity?

Hua Zhou looked at him, but seemed to see his heart, and said with a light smile: "Looking at the look on Zhao Lao's face, it seems to recall the joyful and dreamy Xuanzheng romance in the old days. ”

Zao Wou-ki, who had never spoken, sighed behind his back: "The country is the same as before, and the mood is very different. ”

Hua Xuan's face perked up, and he said, "Zhao Wuji also has a new pavilion?" ”

——The new pavilion is located in the left of the river, when the Eastern Jin Dynasty was in the day, there was a cadre of celebrities and gentlemen meeting in it, Wang Dao once sighed: "The scenery is no different, and the mood is very different", so that the full seat cried for it, and Zao Wou-ki's words were attacked here. On that day, only Mrs. Xie said: "Just poking at the family and country, why should Chu prisoners cry?" ”

Zhao Wuliang, Zhao Wouji, and Hua Zhou are not only just martial artists, but all three of them are quite knowledgeable poets and books. I only heard Hua Zhou say: "Mrs. Xie's words are not bad. Xiao Ke was fortunate to have a meeting with the two elders of the clan today to listen to the Puritanism, how fortunate it was. Speaking of which, Xiao Ke couldn't help but invite the second elder Yuedan to take a look at the world's figures. When I think of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, there is still Xie An's pride, in Zhao Lao's opinion, when today, can there be heroes? If so, who is the hero? What does it mean to be a hero? ”

Zhao Wuliang was stunned for a moment, he didn't think that he would be born from this, but talked to himself about the heroes of this dynasty. He groaned, retreating as he advanced. Haha: "Hero? I, a wild old man, also came to talk about heroes, and when outsiders heard it, they couldn't help but laugh off their big teeth. ”

Hua Zhou said with a smile: "Yes, Zhao Lao has retired to the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and it is really the choice of a wise man." Confucius Ziyun: The sage is in the world, if he is in harmony, he will advance, and if he is not in harmony, he will retreat, always in order not to disturb the people, not to damage his body, and not to violate the mandate of heaven. ”

Zhao Wuliang smiled faintly, and said idly: "That's right, as soon as my brother retreated, he left all the things that disturbed the people, the son of heaven, and the world to do what he wanted, which is quite admirable." ”

Zhao Xu had been seeing that they were talking idlely, and he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd, and at this time, Fang heard the smell of swords, light, stone and fire, and his spirit couldn't help but perk.

I saw Zhao Wuliang wave his hand, looked at Hua Zhou and said: "However, with the thoughts of the little old man, the so-called heroes, of course, must care about the family and the country, protect the Beijing Temple, be loyal to the monarch and love the people, and put this intention first, I don't know if it can be said yes or no?" ”

Na Huaxuan looked at him with some understanding, and said with a smile: "It seems that in Zhao Lao's heart, he has always thought of the second emperor." ”

Zhao Wuliang felt a pain in his heart, this was the most painful topic in his heart, and he couldn't tolerate Hua Zhou and these upstarts to mention it so lightly, and said angrily: "Yes, as a citizen, you can't hang the two emperors in your heart, and if you welcome them back, you can't be a hero!" ”

This is where he hates the current son, that is, the former King Kang Zhao Gou. He was greedy for the throne of the first emperor, and several times gave up the opportunity to welcome back the second emperor and go straight to the Yellow Dragon, in Zhao Wuliang's heart, this person has really become a rebel in the temple. Later Wen Zhengming once used words to discuss Shi Yun: "Don't hesitate, the Central Plains is ruined; Don't you read it, Hui Qin is humiliated; But Huiqin has returned, what does this body belong to? Thousands of years have been arguing about the mistake of crossing the south, and at that time I was afraid that the Central Plains would recover. How can you laugh at a juniper? If you want! ”

Zhao Wuliang also meant this in his heart - that's right, Zhao Gou was actually afraid of the recovery of the Central Plains. If the Central Plains had been restored and the second emperor had been brought back, how would he be the emperor? Qin Huizhi's rise to power is just to cater to his despicable and filthy selfish desires.

Zhao Wuliang remembered Kaifeng in his heart that he had never forgotten in his life, and all those appreciative things were all connected with the elegant and elegant Huiqin Erzong. He is a person who practices martial arts, but he absolutely loves the uncle and brother of those two famous men and noble emperors, thinking of this, Zhao Wuliang seems to have the appearance of his cousin and cousin in front of him. But now...... The two emperors hunted in the north, and the family and country were dismantled. Since the Duankang Rebellion, the two emperors have been taken captive and trapped in the city of the Five Kingdoms. Every time he thought about this, Zhao Wuliang couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart - why is the happiness in the world always associated with the most painful place? The most prosperous and the most desolate are like a spoof, never separated. You've just become addicted, and you've woken up from a dream. Zhao Wuliang lowered his head and groaned, since his prime, I don't know how many times, he recalled it in his dreams, and he woke up crying, so that he was lonely in tears...... And these, what does Hua Zhou, a post-born boy, know, and what does he know about the pain of his family and country!

Hua Zhou groaned slightly: "The second emperor is no longer there, but the second emperor is alive, what can he do?" ”

He looked at Zhao Wuliang, as if he wanted to state a fact to the old man. I only heard him say quietly: "Please ask them to be the king again?" - The kingdom is their perish, should they let them perish again? ”

No matter how reasonable his words are, he can't bear it in Zhao Wuliang's ears. He changed his complexion and was about to speak, only to hear Hua Zhou whisper: "In fact, the so-called patriotism is also everyone's love for the law. As Zhao Lao thought, I am afraid that what I love is the dead country, and I also love the dead king, the prosperity of the dead country, and the selfish desire of the dead king who consumes the world to fulfill his desires. ”

Zhao Wuliang was furious in his heart and wanted to reprimand angrily, but the words suddenly stopped in his throat. In the end, he is a clear and clear person in his heart, but he has always been more critical of others and less of self-analysis. Even if you analyze yourself, some concepts and beliefs at the core of people's hearts will not be lightly touched by the blade of self-dissection.

Zhao Wuliang only felt an explosion in his ears, did he love the dead country? Yes, those national anthems, temple events, household Yingzhuji, city column Luoqi, Wenzao Hua painting, ingenious Wanduan, all of them are playthings. And the pleasures that make him cherish the unforgettable memories of this life are all built on the fire and water of all people. Zhao Wuliang felt a pain in his heart, he hadn't thought of it before, but, did he really love these? - I love those songs that have been exchanged for thousands of dollars, I love those corridors and buildings that have been chiseled and planed by many skilled craftsmen, I love the exquisite flowers and plants in the Xuanhe Painting Academy, and I also love the rare stones in Ouchi - all the beauty, art, songs, dances, poems, paintings, ayaluo, architecture, and habits...... He is the one who needs the most manpower to provide for. A dynasty, at the beginning of the founding of the country, began to recuperate with the people. But people are restless, they are eager for curiosity and ingenuity, longing for beauty and art, even if they know that material resources are hard, but a person, a society, will always be unable to help but gather the blood and sweat of the people to create some glory and art, the royal power is just to promote this desire without limit, that is a hundred years of recuperation after the gradual luxury, is a kind of exhaustive artificial desire to reach the top of the sky, a kind of eruption of the desire to reach the limit. And this Han ethnic group has always seemed prudent and mediocre, but in fact, deep down in its heart, it has an infinite desire for a carnival, and has never established a mechanism to suppress this carnival. Until the base of the big pyramid can no longer bear the spire of the spiky tower. Under the carnival, there is a real devastation. Then, it collapsed, it collapsed, and civilization dissipated. The arrogance, self-desecration, ** and self-show, like a prosperous dream, the small people who were wheezing finally collapsed under the lack of physical strength. Zhao Wuliang suddenly seemed to have deep affection in his chest - he loved this ruined country, loved the country that was going to die and the desire that led to it. - He loves lust, and only hates the result of the spray.

The anger in Zhao Wuliang's chest was like being poured with a scoop of cold water, and the anger in his heart melted and disappeared for a while, is this so? Is that so? He looked at Hua Zhou in a daze, how could this young man talk about this and think of this?

Go here for a few miles, and it is Jiankang, which was once prosperous. Jiankang, formerly known as Jianye, Jinling, was once the capital of the Six Dynasties, and the weather in the city was originally extraordinary. Although these are now dilapidated, they are also a kind of beauty. Zhao Wuliang had sighed about this beauty countless times, but he never thought of connecting his country with his death again. History is like this cycle after cycle. Like the sound on the string, the rhyme in the flute, back and forth, endlessly. Kaifeng on that day was once prosperous and rich, but is that really the richness that this country can bear? Is it really a desire that this country can bear? We all love the beauty of the moment when the desire erupts, but neither of us can bear the collapse and desolation after the eruption. What kind of joke did the creator play with man? He seduces you with luxury, and returns you with collapse. The so-called water can carry a boat and can also overturn a boat, which is the driving force for the birth of civilization, but it can also destroy it. Han, Jin, Sui, Tang. It's been like this from generation to generation. It's not without experience, but once you regain your strength, you'll forget all about the pain of the crash and fall into the endless climb of desire again.

The old men of Mingrui are dead, and the tragedy of new desire and collapse is re-enacted, this is almost a merciless teasing, is it an endless drama of scenes and scenes, and the living are just to let them taste the pain of collapse again and again? All the songs are finally a thing of the past. It's hard to get back done. How similar is the tragedy of a family and a country's life to a person's life.

When he was first born, he was tempted by a glamorous scene, and in his twilight years, he told the truth—and what a cruel truth of a life, Zhao Wuliang thought about it.

For the people of Jinling, fortunately, there is still some aftertaste.

Because there is an "evening makeup room".

"Evening Makeup Building" is a small building handed down from the Liang Dynasty, and there is a woman living in the building for nearly 20 years, she is Xiao Ru, a descendant of the Southern Liang known to everyone. Her ancestors were extremely brilliant - Prince Xiao Liang, Zhaoming Anthology, elegant and elegant, famous for a generation.

She has a close friend named Wu Si. Wu Si, the eldest young man of Nanjing Banjintang, every time he climbed the "evening makeup building" step by step, he felt that the sunlight sprinkled on the floor of the evening makeup building was still a little bit of broken gold sprinkled by the sunset of the six dynasties, which made him a little afraid of stepping on it. Wu Si couldn't help but wonder what kind of woman Xiao Ru was? He'd seen her countless times, but he still had a sense of freshness before he saw her again. This is the charm of Xiao Ru. She was born in the surname Hou Liang. This may not be special, after all, that dynasty has been separated by hundreds of years-

What's special is the kind of afterglow that often contains in her.

——In the evening makeup building, the rest of the day melts gold.

——Outside the evening makeup building, the twilight clouds are combined.

The woman in the building, Wu Sizhi often thinks about a man, a man in his forties. The loneliness in that man's heart sometimes makes people who think of him feel lonely once they remember it. But the woman didn't say it explicitly, and when she thought about it, she would only run her five tender fingers down her long hair, and gently brush it down. That gentle movement seemed to tell the whole story of her loneliness.

A few days ago, Wu Si was whispering a flute to Xiao Ru in the evening makeup room. On the case in front of her, there was a new Yi'an word.

Xiao Ru said: "Hua Zhou said that he really wanted to meet Zhao Wuliang. ”

Wu Si let out an "oh".

Xiao Ru smiled tiredly: "I think he wants to use a speech to extinguish Zhao Wuliang's ambition." ”

I only heard her say shallowly: "Speaking of heroes, who are heroes?" Hundreds of generations are replaced, and the waves are back. Who should weigh themselves? Who is the master of ups and downs? Zhao Wuliang is an old stubborn. But Hua Xuan, his words have always been very moving. ”

Her outfit is ancient, with only a gold hoop tied around her long hair as the only decoration. Outside the window, it is the beauty and beauty of Qin Huai's water flowing for thousands of years, and her eyes are tired after being washed by the smoke and water of the Six Dynasties. She is also a sheng singer in the prosperous field, but the country is dead, so how can she send her home. But defeat can also achieve a kind of beauty, which is the grace accumulated in the bones from generation to generation. - Is only the heroic spirit of Boss Yuan qualified to match his bullet pressure?

I only heard Xiao Ru sigh tiredly, as if sighing for all kinds of beautiful but ultimately frozen desires in life: "That Zhao Wuliang is also a person who loves the country." ”

What is it really like to lose a country? Wu Si sat in the evening makeup building, thinking carefully in his heart, he was conceited and suave, but he had never been able to fully understand the mind of this beauty. He didn't know what attracted him to come to this evening makeup room every other month to sit down and visit this person. It's just that every time I sit with her, I feel that outside the building, a wisp of loneliness, carrying thousands of years of dynasties, and the sad wind of the country and the mountains are soaked in. The floor is as fine as scales, and in the afterglow of scales, how many times has Xiao Ru's clogs stepped on the faint speckled afterglow and auspicious feathers? She is the only remaining auspicious feather in this turbid world. There is still such a woman in the world, which is the aftermath of the prosperity of hundreds of years ago. Every time he sat opposite her, Wu Si's heart suddenly got tired, and he had a kind of peace and understanding. He was wondering, would Zhao Wuliang's heart be tired? The heart that is old and spicy, and more enthusiastic than the young. Speaking of heroes, who are heroes-Wu Si suddenly thought of the topic that Hua Zhou was talking about with Zhao Wuliang at this moment. - Is Boss Yuan? If a person can face Xiao Ru's beauty, he still vibrates the Qiangang, thinks about the action, still declares the mighty, and still tries to enter the suit, then it is indeed ...... Yun called a hero.

But seeing that Zhao Wuliang was silent for a long time, he spoke: "Then in the eyes of Brother Hua, what kind of person is considered a hero?" What kind of person can afford such two words? Who is not coveting the momentary joy of the lost country? Boss Yuan, is it? Who else is? Brother Yi Hua is young and young, but he is subservient to others, which is a pity. What kind of virtue can Yuan Chenlong make the Ruhua brothers fall like this? ”

There was still a rhetoric in his words. This is his counterattack, Zhao Wuliang is not a person who can disintegrate his stereotypes with just a few words.

A hint of admiration suddenly appeared in Hua Zhou's eyes. I only heard him say slowly: "When I was younger, I was still a hero, and I didn't accept anyone in this world, let alone understand the deep meaning of these two words. But after the grinding, the destruction, and the fatigue, thinking about it today, it seems to understand a little. In my opinion, the first word of the so-called hero is afraid to fall on the word 'brave'. It is necessary to withstand the double tilting and urging of this social order and the loneliness of life. Old Zhao, you and I are both from the past, and we also know the troubles and sorrows in the world. How many people can cheer up in this trivial world, and with their own strength, to re-establish order for all the people? Taizu Taizong may have been regarded as that day. When I was young, Hua Mou, I claimed to be a sword, and I also promised to be a hero, and I also had the feeling of the world. But after joining the WTO, I realized that with only a small sword, it was useless in this vast sea of dust. The turbid world is surging, and how many ambitions, ambitions, strategies, and intentions will disappear under all kinds of torture. I was very depressed at that time, and I knew that it was not enough to rely on the ambition that came from the spirit of a teenager. I, Hua, have never been humble, but I also know that I am not a hero. After meeting Boss Yuan, I didn't accept it at first, but as time passed, his heart to enter the WTO without regret and become stronger and stronger couldn't help but be admired. Zhao's seniors, with their conscience, say that you and I have achieved martial arts, we both have small ambitions and ambitions, and we have all had unbeatable self-promises and self-expectations. But in the world, such as you and me, even if there are not many, there are still hundreds of people, but who has the perseverance to sort out their heads in this complicated world, be firm and resolute, sort it out, and then open an anecdote that makes people take refuge? I know that Boss Yuan's subordinates have tyrannical lawlessness and disturb the people, but there is no such thing in Yuanmen. Speaking from the heart, Old Zhao, this world is up to you and me, so you have the confidence to do better than him? I don't have the ability to face the fragments and fragments of this reality, to give my subordinates and my countrymen a palpable prospect and hooves in the mess and ruins, and I can't construct an anecdote that is even bad but complete. ”

"As a subordinate, even if I praise Boss Yuan for how heroic he is, others will not accept it. But like me, Huazhou, is willing to be only a chess piece under his command. It was Boss Yuan who taught me that the reality is just like this, even if you want to rectify a small business and make a small change, you have to make great efforts. And those who dare to face this monstrous world are not called heroes, what else is they called? ”

Zhao Wuliang only felt that his confidence in entering the world had been dissipated sentence by sentence under his words. As Hua Zhou said, does he really love the family and country that is going to die? And even if he is given the opportunity, will he be able to rectify a better order of happiness than Yuan? He is an old man, who wins and loses, and knows that young people often regard their desires as abilities. Is it just a desire and a lack of ability? The city is wide, the two are facing each other, although the hostility is in the chest, but a kind of loneliness has hit you unconsciously. This is a loneliness that the people of this heaven and earth need to face together, and in the long wind of this heaven and earth, they are immersed in each other's hearts.

- This loneliness is really vast. Once Zhao Wuliang withdrew his thoughts from the desire to fight for the second emperor and rebuild the temple for all these years, he felt the power of loneliness. People used to live by desire, and Hua Zhou's words just now reminded him of the past two hundred years in the Northern Song Dynasty. It was almost a complete process from the devastated body of the five dynasties and ten kingdoms to the gradual recovery, to the pursuit of luxury, to the inability to control himself, and then to the collapse and disintegration. As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but admire Boss Yuan, he just wanted to rebuild the court of partial peace, renew the wanton desire, do his best, and set up a little order. He wanted to put a limit on this burgeoning desire. Even when the power of the dynasty was like Qin Hui, he also repeatedly curbed it. As for the ministers of the DPRK and the Central People's Republic of China, the Jianghu family, and the four township heroes, he Yuan Chenlong offended less? Labor hard for the people, and lawless, swallowed by whales, according to conscience, Yuan Chenlong has been suppressed in the dynasty for several years. And that, almost everyone is against.

At that time, the fireworks in Tokyo were not only used by dignitaries and nobles to show off, but also by wilderness people, as long as they regarded themselves as the sons of the Song Dynasty, they were also proud. If you want to limit the erupting fireworks and cut the luxury of life, will anyone want to obey? If a person wants to do this, he must first destroy his desires. He couldn't help but admit that Boss Yuan had always regarded himself as extremely simple. Supporting Boss Yuan to become today, it is not only his desire to dominate the world, but a kind of belief. In this alone, he is not as good as him.

The Manchu Dynasty is civil and military, and how many people have seen the wind and steered in this desire and marched forward with the trend. Like the Qin Hui generation, they take advantage of the extravagant desires of others to sail forward to seek their own more despicable selfish desires. Villain - Zhao Wuliang thought with disdain in his heart. - He has always hated Boss Yuan, and this hatred has been planted in the depths of his heart, and he has not changed it so far, but he can't help but admire his courage to fight in the middle and choke the lonely boat for the first time.

Not to mention anything else, how many people in the Manchu Dynasty are civil and military, and who dare to resist the extravagance of Qin Xiang?

How many people dare to rebel against today?

Zhao Wuliang was indignant.

After a while, Zhao Wuliang said dryly: "Then according to what Brother Hua said, no matter how good the martial arts are, it is not enough to be called a hero?" ”

If this is the case, wouldn't the warriors in the rivers and lakes for thousands of years be pursuing an empty dream?

Hua Zhou patted his leg lightly: "I used to see it that way." Although it's embarrassing to think so, but people are ashamed and brave, and I have always thought that my martial arts skills are good, and only after thinking about it can I know who I am. But today, I understand another meaning of heroism. ”

"——There are not no heroes in the rivers and lakes, the heroes in this world not only have a kind of creating order and facing the squeeze of desire. Outside of desire, loneliness is like the sea. This time Luo Han came to the west, the reason why the sword was profitable, and the south of the Yangtze River was shaken, even I can't help but admit that Boss Yuan was greatly shocked, but I am afraid that it is because no one can think that a person can live far away, cut off vulgar desires, explore the beginning of the world alone, face the lonely sea, and seek the source of martial arts alone. Xiao Ke is not sensitive, and he has not met Brother Luo yet, but judging from his consecutive defeats of Zao Wou-Ki Lao and Hu Bugu, he has gone far in the word martial arts, and that requires a strong ability to fight loneliness. The word 'Dao' has been used too much and indiscriminately by people today, or has even become a vulgar and lowly word. But if someone can fall under loneliness, seek the way alone, and become enlightened, such a person, not a hero, what is the call? In addition, Su Beiyu does not believe it, Henan Liang Xiaoge'er, General Xiangfan Chu, and Meilou Gu look back, adhering to a thought, starting their own foundation, but I am afraid that they can also bear these two words. But it's just a little smaller and a little less impressive. And such as Li Ruojie, Bi Jie, the princes of Wenfu, and Qin Hui, who are powerful, but they are just a small person who tempts everyone's selfish desires to become a desire,—— what does Zhao Lao think? ”

Zhao Wuliang only squeezed out one word from his tightly closed lips: "Oh? ”

He can't bow his head easily, he still has his dignity, but in his heart he thinks: trying to survive in the overthrow of order and desire, loneliness and stubbornness, is a problem that everyone who has the ability to touch these words has to face. There was a hint of loneliness in his eyes, and he couldn't help but feel that what Hua Zhou said was not unreasonable.

I only heard Hua Zhou say: "So this change in Jiangnan seems to be cumbersome, with all kinds of schemes, all kinds of people, and all kinds of frames, but in the final analysis, it is still a dispute between Luo Yuan." It is a conflict between the unbridled freedom of the individual and the desire of Boss Yuan to clean up the order of the world. Even if others are like dregs, they are nothing more than that. ”

After this assertion, the loneliness in his eyes deepened, but after the loneliness, there was a young life's desire for this Luo Yuan duel. Zhao Wuliang looked at the enthusiasm in Hua Zhou's young eyes that he couldn't contain even though he tried to be calm, and somehow for the first time he had a feeling of envy for the first time. - It's good to be young, he won't have that youthful enthusiasm that accompanies vitality. Could it be that in this life, in this rivers and lakes, there is really no more of his decrepit and decrepit afterplay?

Zhao Wuliang looked at the city - the gongs and drums have sounded, the clapping has urged, and one by one the horns have already appeared on the stage, such as Wen Hanlin, such as Jin Ri......zhen, but this is someone else's dream. Even if he reluctantly appeared on the stage, no matter how well he did it, in the eyes of onlookers, or even in his own eyes, there was only a kind of ridiculousness and sadness that he was trying to mix.

- Because the protagonist is destined to be someone else's.

- Then be a spectator.

But as a spectator, you don't have enough life force to stir up enthusiasm.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Wuliang suddenly felt a little resentful of this Hua Zhou who broke his dream. He wished he hadn't heard his seemingly peaceful words, and he would have preferred that he could sink into the game wholeheartedly.

And outside, lonely as the sea. - Such a good show, you can't help but think of yourself in the game, how willing is this heart, and what is this feeling?

At the head of Stone City, Zhao Wuliang and Hua Zhou talked about heroes.

But outside Stone City, there are still many capable people and masters.

Do they also guess what the two of them are talking about?

Wen Hanlin sat quietly on the hillside.

He was reprimanded as a villain by Hua Zhou, but if he listened to Hua Zhou's words, he might raise his eyebrows and smile coldly with disdain. ——The scholar's opinion is just the scholar's opinion. - This country, this nation, is not all insightful by their fluttering and brilliant people who cut off human feelings and stifle desires. Because he knows in his heart that the so-called thousands of years of national survival wisdom and thousands of years of history are not written by so-called heroes. The "villain" habits they ridicule do not know how many heroes have been buried, or even more outstanding than Yuan Boss.

Heroes are only for a moment, history is carried by the weak and slaves, and is enjoyed by those who know how to build momentum like him. At the same time, more of them are also written by villains.

He is not afraid to be a so-called villain.

Because his wisdom tells him: heroes are only brilliant for a while, and villains and desires are always in the way.

***

In the field opposite the Qinhuai River, Luo Han suddenly said: "It's useless to talk too much, you can make a move." ”