readx;?“ Impossible, impossible, impossible—" Sang Qinghong cried out angrily, and his voice faded away. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What's 'impossible'?" I looked up at the gray-robed man.

"There is no 'impossible'. He replied.

I nodded: "Indeed, nothing is impossible. A wise man once said that if you give him a bamboo pole long enough, he will be able to pry the earth up. Do you believe it?"

At this moment, I feel that I am already on par with each other in terms of momentum, but I am younger, born in a better era, and my future achievements must be higher than those of the other party.

"I believe that the wise men of the world have infinite plans. Therefore, as long as the plan is right, you can release the hand of turning the clouds and rain in any predicament, kill the enemy for thousands of miles, and return triumphantly. He replied with a nod.

I took a deep breath and was about to look up when he raised his hand to stop: "Don't-"

"Why not?" I smiled and shook my head, then slowly looked up at the eight gossip mirrors that nearly killed me.

The mirror is just a mirror, and if it only enters my eyes, not my heart, it will naturally not cause me any harm.

The Bagua Mirror is still and doesn't fly around like crazy like it just now. As I gazed closely at the inscriptions, I also made new discoveries.

The direction of each Bagua mirror is marked with several rings of smaller characters engraved around the eight characters "Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui", and there are three kinds of palindrome, Mongolian and Tibetan.

I guess it's a translation of gossip in the national language, but I only understand the shape of the above three languages, not the meaning.

"No one really understands those realms, not even I can fully grasp them. Can you tell me what you just saw?" he asked.

I withdrew my gaze first, then looked at him calmly: "A lot. ”

"Tell me?" he asked.

I cleared my mind a little, and a shocking set of black and white photos immediately came to mind.

Those photos should have come from Japanese periodicals at the time, and they were taken of the ugly faces of the Japanese army after entering the city of Jinan.

One of them shows the Japanese army marching in front of the Shandong Provincial Government and the streets of Jinan at that time; the other shows the Japanese army standing on the tower of Jinan City and in front of the name of the Jinan Railway Station "Jinan" and cheering for victory; and the other one shows the Japanese army standing in front of the huge Japanese military flag and raising a glass and drinking celebratory wine. Others, the traitors of the maintenance association lined up to raise flags to welcome the Japanese army into the city, and faced all kinds of ugliness of the Japanese army's servile faces.

These photographs can also be found in the Museum of Culture and History, but what is on paper is never as real and shocking as what I saw with my own eyes.

In the process of thinking frantically, I saw the iron bridge of the Yellow River that was blown up, the road that was destroyed by shells, the inner city of Jinan that was smoking, and the houses of ordinary people in ruins...... What's more, it is the heinous scene of the Japanese army trampling on the people of Jinan after breaking the city, the scale is smaller than the Nanjing Massacre, but its severity is completely a rehearsal of the Nanjing Massacre.

I also saw the great man standing on the tower of Tiananmen Square and raising his hand to proclaim, and under the tower, tens of thousands of people applauded enthusiastically. Outside the capital, within Shenzhou, tens of millions of people and hundreds of millions of people bow to the ground to celebrate the rebirth of the country and the nation with this most solemn ceremony.

I also saw the city of Jinan, which is full of flowers today, and also saw the distant capital, and then in the distance, I saw the mountains and rivers and scenic spots in the southeast and northwest. It's just that these things are like flashes of light, although they are seen, they have no practical significance, and they are turned over like a running account.

If it hadn't happened in such a strange environment, I would have taken what I saw as a dream, and when I woke up, I would have ignored it.

"What I see, you can see too?" I asked.

The gray-robed man nodded, and shook his head again: "Not really, I have things I care about, and you have things you care about." You have your world, I have my life. ”

I understand this kind of reasoning, but I think of the sentence that Sang Qinghong shouted, which seems to indicate that the life of the gray-robed man opposite is more precious than the lives of everyone in the world.

Under normal circumstances, only the emperor under the sky and above the people is worthy of Sang Qinghong's words.

I stared at the man, his brow furrowed, and the wrinkle in the middle of his eyebrow bone clearly constituted a three-horizontal and one-vertical "king" character.

Among the beasts, only the tiger has the word "king" on the top of its head, so it is elected as the king of beasts.

In physiognomy, many ancient books attach great importance to the "appearance of wrinkles", especially the wrinkles of forty-year-old men, and call them "the password of the second half of life".

The wrinkles of the word "king" have been mentioned in ancient books, and it is believed that such a character is one in tens of millions, and there may not be one in several generations, as long as it appears, it will definitely cause earth-shaking changes in that era.

"You're amazing. I say from the bottom of my heart.

He didn't respond, his eyebrows twitched, and he seemed to be used to the word "amazing".

"Tomorrow, please watch the show. He walked to the left and raised his hand to push open the two small windows above the Devil's Head Knife.

Outside the window, the snow is still falling, and the snowflakes are as big as goose feathers, fluttering and falling.

"Listen—" he gestured out.

I heard the sound of gunfire, not far away, the "clang" of the shells as they burst through the air seemed to be within a few hundred meters.

"Come and listen. He said again.

I walked over and stood side by side with him in front of the window.

We were on a high vantage point, with a very good view of the large river beaches, low houses, potholed roads, and other depressed scenes.

"Sometimes I say that fate is predestined and unchangeable, and sometimes I think that my fate is up to me, and my fate is always in my own hands. Sometimes, I feel uncertain about the future, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to do the things I dreamed of. I read history and read Jing Ke, and I always have some insights. Did you know? His life's dream was to be a king who reigned over the world and was loved by all, not a desperate assassin. If he doesn't die, he will be able to complete the great cause and establish himself as the king outside of the 'Seven Heroes of the Warring States'. If this is the case, is it still the tyrannical Qin who dominates the world? Not necessarily. He died, he died—" he said leisurely.

Snowflakes drifted in and crashed against us, first breaking and shattering, then melting in pieces.

"Good snow. I couldn't help but be amazed.

"It's really good snow, only this kind of snow is worthy of our feat of 'snow burning red cliffs', hahahaha-" He laughed proudly.

I have also read the historical records and Jing Ke, the failure of the original seamless "assassination of Qin" plan also contains the heavenly opportunity of "Ying Zheng's fate should not be extinguished". History is a foregone conclusion, and no one can change it.

The gray-robed man stretched out his hand, palm up, flat on the windowsill.

Obviously, the palm print on his left hand is a "Chuan" character, while the palm print on his right hand is a "mountain" character.

For the first time in my life, I saw the palm print of the word "mountain", and I unconsciously whispered "Huh".

"'Mountain' in my right hand, 'Chuan' in my left hand, and the mountains and rivers are all in my palm—" he said, his tone very complicated.

It is indeed said in the ancient books of physiognomy - "The mountains and rivers are grasped, and the world is alone." ”

I lowered my head and stared at the palm of his right hand for a long time.

The palm print of the word "mountain" is extremely rare, and the vertical tip of the middle of the word "mountain" in his palm is straight upward, almost turning over the finger gap of the index finger and middle finger, the momentum is like a rainbow, sharp as a sword, which immediately reminds me of the heroic sentence of "piercing the blue sky is not broken".

He has both the strange pattern of "mountains and rivers" on his hands, and the "king" character pattern on his eyebrows, this kind of vision, is definitely a natural leader of the people.

At least in real life, I've never seen such a big man with such multiple visions based on one.

"It's really good-looking. "My admiration comes from the heart.

After saying these four words, we fell silent at the same time.

He wanted to save Jinan in this eventful winter, but I knew unmistakably that he could not save anyone or any place on the south bank of the Yellow River, nor could he change even the slightest bit of history, and in the end he would only be brutally crushed by the wheels of history.

As for me, I want to help him, but I don't know where to start.

A feeling of utter sadness and powerlessness enveloped me, preventing me from speaking again.

The snow fell silently, and the mountains, rivers and land were all covered with vast white snow, including the two lines of "mountains and rivers" in the palm of the person next to him.

"In a good year, there is a lot of snow, and pearls are like earth, gold and iron. He broke the silence with this sentence from "Dream of Red Mansions".

This sentence seems to be a bad omen, because in "Dream of Red Mansions", the four major families of Jia, Shi, Wang, and Xue all turned from hot to ruined, and the original prosperity, luxury, wealth, and treasures were all lost in the end, leaving nothing behind.

On the other hand, now, his hands and eyebrows are all extremely strong good lines, but who knows what the final result will be?

"Why don't I show you the palmistry?" he added.

I hesitated, flattened my hands, and placed them on the windowsill as well.

He only glanced at it, then shook his head slightly.

I felt bored, so I put my palms back.

"Ahh

"If it's convenient, tell me about your plans?" I asked.

In 1937, the Chinese government, the government, and the military and the people did not know much about the Japanese invaders, believing that this was just a problem of frogs and sparrows, and that it was not worth making a big deal to fight against them. Therefore, the Chinese have always called the Japanese "little devils" and inadvertently expressed this view.

I hope to complement his plans, at least to make sure he gets out of the way and doesn't die of regret.

He smiled and shook his head: "The secret of heaven must not be revealed. ”

I frowned: "The enemy army is strong, and the enemy should not be underestimated." ”

He shook his head again: "Have you heard the story of the opposite direction?"

Of course I had heard the fable, and I understood what it meant. However, it is his stubborn mentality that worries me.

"The more Japanese troops there are, the better equipped they are, the faster they move, and the more they kill them, the faster they will execute my plan. As I said, I used the 'straw boat borrowing arrows' strategy. I have no arrows, no soldiers, no guns, no shells, so I can only borrow arrows, soldiers, guns, and shells to destroy the enemy. What I borrowed was the soldiers of the Japanese invaders, and the people who killed the Japanese invaders, all I needed to do was help from the heavy snowfall......" He waved his hand in the snow, and freely smashed those innocent snowflakes one by one.

I see, what he wants is to take advantage of the heavy snow to block his view and make the enemy kill each other.

It's a good plan, but how much snow does it have to fall to make the enemy unrecognizable from a distance of tens of meters?

"I also want to use the east wind, the snow, and all the killing forces between heaven and earth to wipe out the Japanese invaders who invaded Shandong in one fell swoop!" he said in high spirits.

"Borrowing the east wind" is also the proud work of Zhuge Wuhou, opening a precedent for the art of war of "weather to help war".

I hope that he can succeed, and I hope that the ancient city of Jinan will be trampled by the Japanese invaders, but can this good wish be realized?

"Do you believe in changing your life against the sky?" he asked after a pause, retracting his already wet hands.

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly, "Letter." ”

Later, I added: "I agree more with what you said, 'changing one's life against the sky' is also a part of fate, people think that they have 'changed their lives', but they don't know that 'changing one's life' is their own destiny and is also destined by God." ”

This kind of explanation, which is already the highest level of philosophy, is equivalent to answering the problem solving step with "no solution".

"You're quite right. He raised his hand and stared at his palm against the snow outside.

My sixth sense caught a subtle movement, and suddenly opened my mouth to ask a question that I couldn't even believe: "Are your palmists and forehead lines changed?"

Maybe I shouldn't have asked such a blunt question, and some people will deny it even if they have changed, just like artificial beauties will never admit that they have plastic surgery.

He froze, then turned to look at me.

I smiled awkwardly, "I just...... Excuse me. ”

Changing one's life is the door of a person's life and death, and it is a taboo among the taboos, and it is rarely told to outsiders.

I regretted my gaffe and secretly blamed myself.

"Yes, I changed my life. His tone became a little heavy.

I chuckled in my heart, held my breath, and remained silent, lest I miss a word he said later.

"Ever since I was a child, I knew I wanted to be a hero. At the age of seven, I began to practice the Shaolin Ninefold Yijin Sutra, at the age of nine, I followed the Tibetan Esoteric masters to practice the Heavenly Dragon Treasure Elephant Mitara Mind Method, and at the age of 11, I followed the Muslim and Mongolian masters to practice the Life and Death Liberation Technique and the Heavenly Heart Sea Technique. When I was eighteen years old, as soon as the wheel of fate opened, my fate changed automatically. He said.

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