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He picked up two thin crystal-like things from the side of the bed, handed them to Wuji, and on the two crystals, "Introduction to Historical Trends" and "Xun Qin Ji" were written respectively, signaling him to stick them on his eyebrows.

After Mowgli did so, he felt a tidal wave of information pouring in, making his head swell for a while, and when it calmed down, he couldn't help but be stupid.

"Here, have a drink." Lu Xiaofeng sighed slightly in his heart, he had already learned about it from Mr. Zhuo and Ah Zi, what he got at the beginning was not the overview of historical trends, but a complete set of "The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng", and the story in it was exactly what he had experienced.

Wuji took the wine glass in a daze and poured it down, the wine that was incomparably sweet a moment ago was indescribably bitter in his mouth at this time. But he just wanted to drink, and at this time, only to get drunk temporarily was what he wanted.

"It turns out that this qiē should be like this."

Unconsciously, a large pot of wine was drunk by the two of them, but Wuji was not drunk, his heart was too heavy, so that this half pot of wine could only bring him a headache.

"That's not right." The drunk Wuji suddenly stood up and said: "The original Bai Qi is obviously dead, but why did it appear again, and I, it turned out that I should have been imprisoned by that bastard of An Li, why did I ......?" ”

He was stunned, the history he knew was fundamentally different from what he had just learned.

"Have you thought of this, hehe, you Wuji really existed, and I'm just a character in a novel." Lu Xiaofeng said lightly.

"Can you sue me, why, why is this happening?" Mowgli asked as if grasping at a life-saving straw.

"What the specific truth is, we are also pursuing, but the four of us have some inferences that are true." Lu Xiaofeng said: "To put it simply, you are Mowgli, but you are not Mowgli." ”

Wuji was stunned, then nodded and said: "I understand, are you saying that I am not the Wuji in history, but the Wuji in this "Xun Qin Ji" that contains historical components?" ”

Lu Xiaofeng said approvingly: "You are really a person worthy of Mr. Zhuo's attention, according to his analysis, it is most likely that at some point in the future, some or some people with god-like abilities will establish a similar world according to the content of some novels, and arrange some people selected by it to enter this world to adventure." ”

At this, his calm face showed obvious anger, "Adventurers, we, are just their playthings. We fight to the death, just to please them, like a pack of fighting cocks or fighting dogs. What's more, once all the adventures in our world are over, our world will be ruined and every qiē will be reset! ”

"What?" Wuji was shocked, and what came out of Lu Xiaofeng's mouth was that if it was the truth, then it was too cruel.

"Those adventurers are somewhat similar to ours, but for them, these worlds are the places where they adventure, but for us, this is the place where we were born and raised, our relatives, our friends, our qiē, are all in this world." Lu Xiaofeng said angrily.

"You're right, I have a friend who turned his fortunes around with the help of the adventurer you said, but he wasn't happy, just because the price he had to pay was too heavy." Wuji remembered the conversation between him and Bai Qi, and finally had a little understanding of the situation in which Bai Qi said those words at that time.

But he, like Lu Xiaofeng, can't accept such a truth, you must know that Bai Qi passed this level with the help of Meng Yuan. But Wuji was revealed by Lu Xiaofeng in front of this cruel truth.

"The wise man thinks a thousand times, there must be a mistake, the person who created the world did not think that we are not only the playthings they created, but also people with independent thoughts, in some specific circumstances, we did not die or be purged when the world was destroyed like in the novel, but survived, you, me, Wang Lianhua, Xiao Azi, and Mr. Zhuo." Lu Xiaofeng laughed and said, but he didn't know how much bitterness and bitterness was contained in his laughter.

"I think I understand, so can I meet that Mr. Zhuo?" Mowgli Road.

Then, accompanied by Lu Xiaofeng, he met that person.

It was a delicate, beautiful and warm room, the furniture in this room was purple, and at the entrance was a hanger made of rosewood, on which hung a sable cloak made of purple velvet. In the center of the room was a brazier made of copper, with copper tongs on the side, and next to the brazier was a rosewood chair covered with sable fur, and the amethyst bottle on the rosewood table next to the wooden chair was full of purple Persian wine.

On that chair, there sat a man wearing a purple jade crown and a gorgeous purple robe, he was not old, but he looked like thirty-five or sixteen. He had a pair of cold eyes that seemed to never have any expression, and looked as if they were gray. He was writing something on the table, taking a sip of wine from time to time. Seeing the two of them coming, he nodded slightly, picked up the tongs by the brazier, and turned the fire a little more vigorous.

"Welcome, Mowgli, I'm Zhuo Donglai, the first accident."

His voice was low and had a very special charm in it, which made people listen to it in their ears, and they couldn't resist it at all, as if anything he said was supposed to be like this.

"Accidental?" Mowgli's eyes flickered and looked at the other party.

"Isn't it an accident that you and I should have died, but we didn't?" Zhuo Dong came to say.

"Why should we die?" Wuji asked coldly.

"Because some people think that we are just toys for them, and the meaning of our zài is just to please them, and when they get tired of us, we should naturally die." Zhuo Donglai said lightly, his tone was as cold as ice, but Wuji vaguely smelled the scorching heat under the thick ice, just like the magma in the depths of the earth.

"But we're alive." Mowgli said in a deep voice.

"That's right, we're alive." Zhuo Donglai raised his voice and said, "I survived, as well as Lu Xiaofeng, Wang Lianhua, Xiao Azi, and you." I don't know if there were anyone else, but we're alive and haven't been wiped out by that monster. ”

He picked up the wine glass and drank most of the wine that was left, and a sickly blush appeared on his pale face: "We live, and we will continue to live, you, me, everyone here." ”

Wuji looked at him silently, wanting to stop talking, if he could be thirty years younger, no, even if he was twenty years old, he would be the same as this young man, but now that he is old, the few remaining ambitions have long been exhausted in the war not long ago, especially Zhu Hai's death, which made him even more painful. Wuji, who is alive now, is just a broken candle in the wind.

But the purple-clothed man on the opposite side clearly has the power of a candle heart.

"You want to ask me, why did I choose you?" Zhuo Donglai came to speak the words that came to his mouth for him.

"Yes, the current Wuji is just a bad old man who is struggling to survive, with no power and no courage, and he is about to die, I don't understand, why do you want to risk bringing me here." Mowgli is straightforward.

Zhuo Donglai was slightly stunned, and then laughed in a low voice: "Wang Lianhua, that kid, just has a stinky mouth that likes to hurt people, just get used to it." As for why I chose you, there are two reasons. The first reason is that we need a person who is proficient in the art of war, politics, and meets our requirements, and we have watched you for a long time, until you ascended the throne of the King of Wei, and we decided that you are the right person for us. As for the second reason, do you know where this is? ”

"I don't know." Mowgli replied honestly.

"Where we are now is a small world called 'Knight's Journey'. An adventurer bound the world to him, and after his death, the world was not cleaned up by the monster, but preserved. Zhuo Donglai introduced some basic laws of this world, and then said: "The reason why this world is called "Chivalrous Travel" is because about a thousand years after the Qin Dynasty, there was a great poet who wrote a long poem called "Chivalrous Travel", and the whole poem is like this. ”

Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming.

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles.

Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name.

Idle over the letter tomb drink, take off the sword and kneel forward.

will scorch Zhu Hai and persuade Hou Huan.

Three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light.

After the eyes are dazzled and the ears are hot, the spirit is born.

Save Zhao with a golden hammer, Handan was shocked first.

Two strong men in Qianqiu, Xuanhe Liang City.

The bones of the arson are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world.

Who can write Your Excellency, the white head is too mystical.

After Zhuo Donglai finished reading, Wuji was already in tears. This poem is like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the depths of his heart, how can he forget jì, Hou Huan, Zhu Hai, and the days spent by the three of them.

"This is the spring of youth, which can make you rejuvenate, and behind here, there are twenty-four stone rooms, engraved with these twenty-four poems." Zhuo Donglai took out an amethyst bottle and placed it on the table.

Mowgli silently picked up the bottle of spring water, nodded, and walked out.

"Looks like we're going to have one more companion." Lu Xiaofeng, who was stealing Zhuo Donglai's wine on the side, raised his beard like two eyebrows and said with a smile.

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