As night fell, the huge barracks tent was brightly lit, dyeing the white tent blood red, and there were 7 large lamps and 49 small lamps in the tent, forming two formations, one large and one small. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info a tall and thin middle-aged figure, slowly dancing the wooden sword, carefully moving his pace in the center of the group of lights, and slowly stepping in according to the direction.

The outside of the tent is heavily guarded, and the guards and soldiers have been closely guarding the tent to prevent people from stepping into it easily.

Zhuge Liang, the prime minister of Shu, did it in the tent and did all his best to prolong his life. As long as the headlights in the tent remain unturned for 7 days, Prime Minister Zhuge will be able to extend his life for ten years, and today is the last day...

Every time he wielded the wooden sword, Zhuge Liang's heart sank, because he found that the hand of the sword dancer was actually trembling constantly, was he really old? Or is Heaven reminding him that his destiny has come? Yao remembered that more than 20 years ago, he was alone in the dangerous place in Jiangdong, and set up the Seven Star Altar in Nanping Mountain to ask the sky and borrow the wind, and the situation on the battlefield changed suddenly. The strict order has been given, and the battle situation cannot be delayed, but he is young and calm, but he is strategizing and confident, he clearly remembers the sword dance for three days when he borrowed the wind from the Seven Star Altar, and the sword was still dancing, but his hand never trembled! Is the trembling now a sign from heaven that my life is near?

Life is short, like a white horse passing through a gap, and destiny returns, so why should people care about death and life?

"Smack!" The wooden sword in Zhuge Liang's hand accidentally took off his hand and fell next to the big candle lamp at his feet, and the wind raised when the wooden sword fell knocked the candle flame around, Zhuge Liang was shocked into a cold sweat, but fortunately the candle flame only jumped a few times and was not extinguished. Kong Ming breathed a sigh of relief, he slowly bent down and slowly picked up the wooden sword.

"What was I thinking? How can I face death so casually? I am still shouldering the last wishes and entrustment of the first emperor, I am shouldering the heavy responsibility of recovering the Han Dynasty, I am shouldering the fate of Shu, this is my life's mission, I must not give up lightly!" Thinking of this, Zhuge Liang continued to grit his teeth and dance the wooden sword, he is not a person who gives up easily!

"Prime Minister, Prime Minister...", the voice of concern came from outside the tent. Are you all right in your tent?"

"I'm fine, don't worry, boyo..."Zhuge Liang responded knowingly. By the way, what time is it?"

"Back to the prime minister, the time has just passed, and now it's the time of the son..."The disciple replied respectfully.

"That's the case, there is still half an hour, I can prolong my life for ten years, I can continue to do my best for the Shu Kingdom, and realize the wish of the first emperor..."Zhuge Liang's words were full of relief and relief.

"Congratulations to the Prime Minister, we will definitely be able to recover the Han Dynasty and unify the Central Plains!" The disciple's voice was also full of joy.

"I hope so..."Zhuge Liang also seemed to see the hope of realizing his long-cherished wish.

Suddenly, the sound of gongs and drums sounded, and then not far away there was a roar of men and horses, and outside the tent was the chaotic sound of soldiers running.

"What's going on? At this juncture?" Zhuge Liang was still confused, and suddenly he heard a rude and angry voice behind him sound outside the tent. "Go away! I have an urgent military situation to report to the Prime Minister!"

Before Zhuge Liang could turn around, the tent in front of him was also lifted. Zhuge Liang saw the anxious look of the disciples. "Prime Minister, just now..."

"Prime Minister! The Wei army launched a surprise attack on us, and now the enemy is several miles away, please Prime Minister..."

The reckless voice hadn't finished speaking, only a "snap" sound, Zhuge Liang heard a clear sound of items falling behind him, and then the rude voice also stopped abruptly. Zhuge Liang didn't turn his head to look, but he saw the frightened look in his eyes, which he had never seen before, and he had already guessed what was happening.

The lights are out... Death, this time really became a fact that Zhuge Liang faced, this feeling is different from the stability of Mount Tai when he was in danger in Jiangdong, and it is also different from the confidence of the empty city on the ancient city, this time it is really facing death, but it is irretrievable...

The feeling of death came suddenly, and although Zhuge Liang had prepared for the worst, it still caught him off guard. He couldn't let go of the safety of the people of Shu, the fetters of the emperor and the hundred officials in the court, the ideals in his heart, and the last wishes of the first emperor... But it all has to be put down, because life has come to an end...

Zhuge Liang felt a burst of fishy heat in his throat, and the appearance of the disciples in front of him and the environment of the tent gradually began to blur and distort, and finally he slowly walked into the darkness...

"No, I don't want to end my life like this, I still have a lot of things to do, I still have to fulfill the last wish of the emperor, I don't want to die like this, I don't..."

Kong Ming suddenly sat up from the bed with a loud shout, his clothes were wet with cold sweat all over his body, he kept taking deep breaths, and the scene just now kept echoing in his mind...

"How's it going, Kong Ming?" The room was pitch black, and suddenly a middle-aged man's peaceful voice came, but Kong Ming didn't feel frightened, because he could hear that it was his father's voice.

The light in the room was on, and Kong Ming realized that he was sleeping in his room, and his father sat back on the side of his bed after turning on the light, gently holding his hand, and looking at him with concern.

"I'm in... room?" Kong Ming finally figured out where he was now, he was still in 2016, and the scene just now was actually just a nightmare.

"The sound of you falling outside the door just now was very loud, I woke up and saw you outside the door, and quickly helped you up to take a look, fortunately there was no serious situation, it should just be too tired, so I carried you back, put a little cool oil, and then you have been sleeping until now..."

"I'm fine, father..."Kong Ming stroked his father's back. Go back and rest, I'm fine..."

"Well, I don't know why you drink, do you drink a lot? Are there any headaches? Do you want to go to the hospital?" My father was still worried.

"I'll be fine when I'm resting, you don't have to worry, let's talk about it tomorrow..."Kong Ming urged his father to go back to his room to sleep.

"Then you can call me out loud if you have anything...", my father said uncomfortably before closing the door, and then slowly closed the door.

The room was dark again, silent except for the slight sound of the clock.

"Why do you dream like that? What does that lingering image portend?" Kong Ming tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and when he remembered the dream of facing death, he felt very uneasy in his heart.

"What does that dream portend? I... Will it die? Now I am obviously just a student, could it be that Zhuge Kongming's physical problem, this situation has been foreshadowed on the court. But no matter what, I still want to continue to play basketball, because I hope that Liu Bei and they will continue to fight side by side!" Kong Ming had already secretly made up his mind.