There are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, the big war is imminent, the scorching summer seems to be killing it, the sky is still clear, the cicadas are hoarse, and after a while, it is a black cloud pressing the city, and the haze is dense.

The wind blows dust and sand, and the fog fills Hengqin. A few ancient willows stand by the river, long strips of hanging water, swinging with the wind. Jiang An stood on the riverside in white clothes, seeing many boats hurriedly swinging on the river, countless soldiers trotting with knives, wailing, crying, shouting, mixed with the abuse of the soldiers, came one after another, violently impacting Jiang An's eardrums, making his heart tremble.

A ragged woman, holding her infant in her arms, huddled in the crowd, trembling forward. She was unkempt and couldn't see what her eyebrows were, and suddenly she stumbled and fell, and she was startled, and hurriedly turned around, and hugged the baby in her arms tightly with her back on the ground. The baby felt a jolt and suddenly let out a loud cry. She was shocked, looked around, and hurriedly covered the child's mouth and patted it, as if she was muttering something. When a soldier-like man heard this, he trotted over, whipped her on the ground, and pointed at her and scolded her, and she was so frightened that she curled up and clung to the baby in her arms, staggered up, and chased after the crowd.

Jiang An turned his head to catch a glimpse, and his heart was overturned. He turned his head away in disgust and clenched his fists.

He couldn't remember the last time he saw it, how many years ago. I couldn't help but smile bitterly in my heart, in the past, the Quartet fought in all directions, the war poured out, and the people were displaced, thinking that it was the price that should be paid to rebuild peace and happiness. And this situation, this scene......

All kinds of things in the world, like tides, come and go, enter reincarnation, and flow endlessly.

This troubled time, but it is a good time to produce heroes, a few people with lofty ideals ran to call for signs, and even rose up, with the world as paper, with thousands of blood as ink, stepping on the white bones, rearranging the life, reestablishing the world, writing a bright hundred generations, and the final chapter of blood.

After the blood washes out, the world is initially decided, all kinds of waste are prosperous, and it is only a few decades of exhaustion, it is a prosperous era of flowers, and the lights of thousands of homes are bright. After a few lifetimes, the prosperity has fallen, and what remains is nothing more than silk and bamboo, wine and beauty.

The giant wheel of history seems to go back to the beginning, to the war-torn era, an era that calls for heroes. If it is a few reincarnations, several circulations, in the end, it is just that the people are suffering, and the people are suffering, and the people are suffering!

Jiang An stood by the river, the noisy sound was endless, and he couldn't help but feel disgusted when he looked at the soldiers who waved leather whips and shouted at the homeless people. Ask the heavens, when and where was born, how can we be influenced! We are all born equal, who dares to be high!

On the side of the Xiaose River, at this time there was a slight drizzle, two river birds chirping and chasing a peach blossom, the flowers fell from scattered in the dispute, swinging in the river, circling several times, giving up resistance, and finally flowing by the water.

When I closed my eyes, I couldn't help but let out a long sigh in my heart.

A soldier in armor ran from afar, saw Jiang An standing alone on the riverside in white, guessed that it was the prince, ran over, bowed down and asked, 'The prince is okay.' ’

Jiang An frowned, smiled slightly, and motioned to get up. He looked up, his greasy face was full of meat, and he looked hideous with a flattering smile, "The wind is strong by the river, and I invite the prince to return to his house." Jiang An listened, it was not too early to see the sky, and he was about to turn around, but he heard him, "Prince Jingui, these pariahs, they are really in the way of the prince's eyes!" He looked indignant, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Jiang An couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, under the pressure, he glared angrily, snorted coldly, and walked away, leaving only the overwhelmed soldier stunned there, helpless.

His face was gloomy, his steps were heavy, and he stepped on the path. I didn't want to enjoy the beautiful scenery of that good day, and I didn't know when the sky would be clear.

Question: When will the beacon fire in China be closed, and the lights of thousands of homes will be bright; Question: The rugged world is difficult to travel, when will the struggle for power and profit stop?

In this troubled world, people come out, and Suzaku cries blood and spits Danzhi. But in the end, who can write a sentence and the world is peaceful?

The world is chaotic, there are a lot of complicated things, Hongchen is drunk, and suddenly there are three lives, and the people in it can't tell who is drunk and who is awake.

Jiang An stepped on the bluestone steps, raised his eyes and saw both sides of the road, the red walls were full of flowers, the warblers wore willow belts, and they were playing in the wind. He frowned and walked forward, but before he knew it, he looked up and saw that the sun had set in the west, and the courtyard in front of him had become hazy.

When he was groaning, he suddenly heard the wind in his ears, the roots of his ears moved, the wind was under his feet, and he had dodged a blow in a blink of an eye. He frowned, and the wind came out of the sheath on his waist, and a cold light appeared. The corner of the person's mouth sneered, and the figure jumped in front of him, Jiang An waved his hand, the blades touched, and the strength was so strong that the future person forced a few steps. He froze his body, paused at his feet, and grinned.

Jiang An put away the chasing wind, glanced at the sunset West Mountain, smiled slightly, and said, "What, have you figured it out?" ’

The young man grinned, revealing his white teeth, "Xiu Jie has always been punctual. ’

Jiang An turned around, glanced at Xiu Jie, who had taken a few steps back, and saw the surprised look on his face, turned his hand and took the chasing wind, pursed his lips and smiled, "This is experience and intuition, the experience of fighting on the battlefield for many years, and the intuition of listening to the wind discernment." Raising his eyes, he saw Xiu Jie lowering his head, and a casual chuckle appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth, Jiang Anxin knew what he was thinking, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a crow crying in the wind, and the remnant sun was like blood. In the blink of an eye, it was dusk, looking at the young man in front of him, he suddenly remembered the promise made this morning, and suddenly became interested in his heart, and said jokingly, "It seems that Xiu Jie is quite satisfied with his speed." ”

The young man raised his eyebrows slightly, and the blood-red sunset sprinkled all over his body, outlining a perfect outline, and holding his head high, "This bit of self-confidence, Xiu Jie still has it." ”

"Haha." Jiang An laughed loudly, only raised his hand, and the wind in his hand was suddenly unsheathed, and the cold light was sheng, he stroked the sword body, feeling the suppressed breath in it, like a giant dragon hibernating, and a phoenix perching on a sycamore. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, "I told you earlier, this sword is called chasing the wind day by day." His eyes widened, slowly falling on the young man, staying for a moment, and leaving leisurely, the wind was light, "I don't know the speed of Xiujie, can it be compared to the scorching sun and wind?" ”

After hearing this, the young man did not answer, the corner of his mouth smiled evilly, and he stood the sword in his hand in front of him, reminding, "The prince can be careful." Without a word, I saw Xiu Jie's eyes glaze out, his footsteps moved slightly, and he stepped forward. Before Jiang An could react, the young man had already approached his side, swung his sword and slashed down, leaving no trace of mercy. Jiang An was shocked, the horizontal sword turned around and avoided, but it was half a minute slower, and when he fixed his figure, a faint blood mark gradually appeared on his face. Jiang An was surprised, raised his hand to wipe it away, his eyes were slightly approving, and he sneered, "It's a little interesting." ”

Seeing that he had hurt the prince, Xiu Jie couldn't help frowning, and muttered, "The crime of hurting the prince, Xiu Jie can't afford it, that ...... I don't want to chase the wind either...."

Jiang An laughed, slapped the chasing wind in his hand a few times, raised his hand and pointed at Xiu Jie, "Come, come, come." Xiu Jie was stunned when he saw this, and said in a low voice, "The prince can pay attention." After speaking, the oblique sword was on the ground a little, and with the help of the force, he turned over and slashed the horizontal sword, Jiang An looked around, and there were many figures on his side, falling from the air, he closed his eyes slightly, the roots of his ears moved slightly, and when it was dark in front of him, he actually caught a trace of white light. Chasing the wind in his hand, the horizontal swords blocked each other, and when the two swords touched, Jiang An's other arm suddenly raised, and all his energy penetrated through the chasing wind, resisting the strong with strength. When the two swords were divided again, Jiang An put the sword back into its sheath, Xiu Jie staggered back a few steps, the long sword in his hand suddenly took off, fixed his body, shouted in pain, held the hand holding the sword just now, blood gushed down, he gritted his teeth and raised his head, looking at Jiang An. He was still as warm as jade, smiling, and asked, "How?" ”

Xiu Jie raised his eyes, and saw that under the sunset, the man was standing with a sword in his hand, his clothes fluttering. He staggered forward, picked up his long sword, turned around and knelt down, "Master." ”

"Oh?" Jiang An was surprised and smiled heartily, but saw Xiu Jie raise his head, staring at him with bright eyes, and grinning. He sighed, "What a clever child. ”

Hearing his praise, Xiu Jie's face was overjoyed, and he raised his head and asked, "Master has agreed?" ”

"Hah!" Jiang An turned around, "I'm only a few years older than you, Master can't be called," he turned around and smiled slyly, "But you always have to follow me, you might as well call me, big brother." ”