Outside the city of Chang'an, under the sunset, a lonely pavilion stands on the side of the ancient road next to the post station, as if silently telling the stories of countless sad people when parting.

In the past, I went back, the willows were still around, and now I think about it, and the rain and snow are falling. The ancient road of Chang'an is still winding forward, but Zhao Gao at this time can no longer take his own steps.

The dilapidated pavilion has not been cleaned, and the old stone benches and tables are inevitably damaged. The wooden railing on the side of the pavilion is in disrepair, and the vermilion lacquer has long since peeled off, revealing the decayed black and yellow wood inside, constantly exuding an indescribable atmosphere of decay.

In the center of the pavilion, a man dressed in white slumped slumped. In front of him, a guqin, which had lost most of its light, lay horizontally on the side of the stone table; On the other side, there was an urn of turbid wine, on which hung a long spoon of curved bronze, apparently for scooping wine, and there was no other wine lord on the stone table, which was the man's drinking vessel.

"Tongzi Hejing!" Zhao Gao sighed loudly.

The inscription on the body of the piano is extremely familiar to him, and it is one of the four famous pianos that was in the hands of the shepherd and was finally destroyed by Zhao Gao, and the green qi of the golden historical plot of the level is as high!

Compared with that time, this piano no longer has the appearance of Ambilight, and the withered yellow color can hardly hide the decay. The body of the paulownia wood is cracked everywhere, and the pillars at both ends are also broken, and the crisp and melodious sound just now seems to be dull and hoarse after listening to it a few more times, and every sound of the strings vibrates as if it is a low sob.

The man in white seemed to be oblivious to these defects, and although the green qiqin was broken, it was far closer to him than it was in the hands of the shepherd. Even though the sound of the piano has many shortcomings, as his fingers beat leisurely, the notes still form an irresistible chapter.

In this inexplicable and sad music, the man in white sang in a low voice:

"Chunhua Jingfang, five-color Lingsu, the piano is still in the palace, and the new sound is the same!

There are mandarin ducks in Jinshui, there are wood in the Han Palace, they are new, and the people of the world are ashamed of lewdness and do not understand!

Zhu string is broken, the mirror is missing, the morning dew, the time of the fang, the white head is groaning, the injury is parting, try to add a meal, don't miss the concubine, Jinshui soup soup, and Jun Changjue! ”

"Farewell book!"

Unconsciously, Zhao Gao and Mai Linglong came back to their senses at the end of the song, but the downright sadness lingered after all. Feeling it carefully, the sadness and despair that spread from the bone marrow overflowed almost the entire chest.

This is the sister chapter of Zhuo Wenjun's "Baitou Yin", which is written about a desperate woman's final turn from grief and blessing to her lover, and the complex emotions make people cry - who the man in front of her is actually self-evident.

"Sima Changqing, it was the shepherd who abducted Zhuo Wenjun and sealed her in the green qiqin and brought her out of the plot world, why are you doing this?"

I don't know if I was moved by the grievances in the sound of the piano, or if I saw that Sima Xiangru, who was handsome and starry, actually had a little gray hair, Mai Linglong actually took a rare step forward and made a meaningless explanation.

"So what?" Probably didn't expect Mai Linglong to take the initiative to speak, Sima Xiangru stopped stroking the qin with his right hand, pressed his left hand on the body of Lu Qiqin, and asked indifferently.

After speaking, he didn't wait for Mai Linglong to answer, he stood up and scooped up a spoonful of turbid wine from the urn, and slowly took one sip after another. Savor it with your eyes closed

Wen Jun was Lugu wine, what a wonderful scene this used to be, and at this time it can only be recalled in my mind. Originally, he didn't feel much cherished when he got it, but at the moment of loss, he found that this feeling was enough to make him feel painful. Now that Qin is crippled and dead, reminiscing about the past, how can he not regret it?

The withered yellow color on his jade-like face was enough to prove the depth of the blow to Sima Xiangru, who had always taken his face very seriously.

"Where do you think it's so complicated? It's just that the foundation of the Tao has been destroyed, and there is no hope of sanctification. Just when Mai Linglong wanted to persuade a few more words, Zhao Gao's voice sounded very inopportunely, and immediately destroyed Mai Linglong's trace of sympathy without a trace.

Sima Xiangru is known as the "Fu Sheng", and has his own unique status in Chinese history, which can be regarded as touching some of the underlying rules in a special way. In this sense, he has the hope of creating a unique world and attaining the position of saint. However, at the beginning, Yi Nian Zhiren took in the pastor, and Lu Qiqin and Zhuo Wenjun, who were deeply involved in their own rules, were abducted at the same time, which was equivalent to cutting off his path to progress and annihilating his extravagant hope of achieving the avenue into dust.

After that, the rules that he reunited after countless efforts, the green Qiqin that appeared at this time was just a defective product formed by collecting the remaining rules, and Zhuo Wenjun's killing was equivalent to cutting off his last shred of hope.

Breaking the human base, this hatred is more unsolvable than killing parents. Since Sima Xiangru has already appeared here, there are only two results: either kill Zhao Gao from another level and forcibly repair the defects on the Dao foundation; Either be killed by Zhao Gao and completely disappear at the level of the underlying rules.

"How sure are you?" After a moment of silence, Zhao Gao slowly walked into the pavilion and sat opposite Sima Xiangru, looking directly at each other with his eyes, and asked a question that should not be asked at all.

Unexpectedly, Sima Xiangru actually closed his eyes and thought for a while, then stretched out his right hand and said seriously: "Fifty percent!" ”

Half the chance of success is sometimes indeed worth fighting, but Zhao Gao tilted his head and looked at him, but his eyes showed disbelief.

Today is different from the past, Sima Xiangru's rank is only history B, for the current Zhao Gao, even after killing the five pioneers and losing his vitality, he still has an absolute chance of winning.

"Originally, there were seventy percent, but the strength of your killing of the city gate guards had exceeded my original estimate, so now it seems to be evenly divided." Sima Xiangru said as he carefully untied the long sword at his waist and placed it in front of him upright.

This time, Zhao Gao and Mai Linglong were shocked at the same time.

Mai Linglong was shocked that Sima Xiangru's seemingly simple sword release action, others couldn't see anything at all, but in the eyes of Mai Linglong, who had already mastered the swordsmanship and touched the rules of swordsmanship, there was nothing that did not conform to the sword intent and sword rhyme. The scabbard of that long sword was clumsy, and it was obviously not a common thing, and since Sima Xiangru had the confidence to put swordsmanship on the table, he was by no means an ordinary person.

From the perspective of historical records, Sima Xiangru was not originally used in words, but became the "martial cavalry attendant" on the side of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty with his swordsmanship. Judging from his later achievements, although his swordsmanship was completely obscured, he was able to appear as a military attache by Liu Che's side, which in itself was very revealing.

Even so, Zhao Gao's shock was far greater than that of Mai Linglong.

Since Sima Xiangru already knew about that battle, it was equivalent to saying that he knew very well that Zhao Gao had used the power of the underlying rules. In this case, he still thinks that he has a fifty percent chance of winning, and there is only one thing left, that is, he also has the same strength.

"Your Majesty is quite displeased with your killing of courtiers. It's just that the relationship between Han and Hungary is a major event that affects the surrounding pattern, so His Majesty ordered me to come and end our previous feud. Sima Xiangru stroked the sword body lightly, and his expression was unusually respectful. Although what he said was simple, it was essentially equivalent to conveying the emperor's edict, and even Zhao Gao had to be solemn with the momentum he carried.

With this little action of his own, it is really impossible to hide from the Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, who has the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth. And Sima Xiangru, who accepted the emperor's order in disguise, was equivalent to a test set by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty for Zhao Gao. As for the result, for Liu Che, who is a historical legend, it is probably that no matter whether he wins or loses, it will not affect the overall situation, but it is just a matter of doing it when the excitement comes.

"With that said, please take a spoonful of wine." Sima Xiangru handed the copper-handled long spoon to Zhao Gao's hand, carefully watched him drink a spoonful of turbid wine, and then sighed and said, "Let's start here." ”