The sky became extremely bright.

It is an unusual brightness, not the white and flawless of the bright moonlight, nor is it the silver frost all over the ground, and it is gloomy to return.

Rather, it was a dark red sky, a strange sight after the firelight reflected in the long sky.

It is rumored that when the song city was broken, the king burned the deer platform, and the heavens were dark, like the end of the world.

Tonight, it seems to be an apocalyptic scene.

The carnival came to an abrupt end.

The vigorous and majestic Hu music, the noise of all the people, all disappeared.

Everyone paused.

They had to stop.

For in the flames rising from the largest bonfire, there stood a small figure.

It's Li Feiyu!

At this moment, he stood in the flames unconsciously.

A layer of white flame emerged from the surface of his body, very different from the dark red flame of firewood.

Even, the white flame seemed to be devouring the outer flames.

That white flame, feed on fire!

Xiao Liuzi's whole body trembled, took a step back, and fell to the ground.

His spirit seems to have been absorbed by the eldest prince.

At this time, Xiao Liuzi lay on the ground weakly, raised his head with difficulty, and looked at him with worried eyes: "Help... Save the eldest son!"

Yaoli glanced at Xiao Liuzi with a cold expression, and then nodded.

(Anyway, why don't I think you can reassure me?) Xiao Liuzi slowly lay on the ground and completely collapsed.

He raised his head and looked around, then slowly raised his head and looked at the eldest prince who was as holy as a son in the flames.

(After absorbing the spirit and spirit, plus the strange change of the moon, this white firework is ....... like this... Forget it, I'm just a servant. ）

Keep your head down and look at a wooden house in the distance.

Before the wooden house, there was nothing.

However, behind the wooden house, there stood an old man.

Dressed in black, except for a leopard tail on his left wrist, black.

The people of the Ming family, the leftists.

The Ming family is a hidden family in Kyushu, legend has it, the Ming family seems to have existed since the time of the Ming family, and then nearly 3,000 years, the general trend of the world, all out of the Ming family control.

In today's world, even the Yellow Emperor's personal Taoism may not be able to steadily defeat the Ming family, not to mention that for some reason, the Taoist split out of the Yin and Yang family, and the strength has declined greatly.

It seems that every big force will inevitably have completely opposite views, even if it is as powerful as Mingjia, it is divided into left and right because of some unknown reasons.

The left faction has a leopard's tail on the left hand, and the right faction has a leopard's tail on the right hand.

The left seems to have accepted the Confucian idea of benevolence and righteousness and will not kill people for no reason, while the right seems to be more inclined to the Legalist idea of heavy criminal law, which can kill people if they disagree with each other.

It seems that such a division between the left and right factions involves the direction of the general trend of the world in the future.

One side believes that Confucianism can create the future, and the other side believes that Legalism can end the chaos in the world.

In other words, except for Confucianism, the salvation concept tossed out by the rest of the hundreds of schools of thought is simply not feasible.

Otherwise, the Ming family, who has influenced the general trend of the entire Kyushu for 3,000 years, will not be able to look down on it?

Walk slowly towards the cabin.

There was not the slightest sound, like a black cat walking at night.

The breath became solemn.

He slowly clenched the hilt of the bronze sword.

Behind the wooden house, footsteps rang out.

The old man in black slowly walked out of the shadows.

"The number one assassin in the world - if you want to leave, how can you come to the border of Mobei?"

If you want to leave, it is Wu Guoren, Wu Yue is in the south, at this time, you want to leave in Mobei, the old man in black smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth: "Are you going to assassinate the eldest prince Li Feiyu?" Then you have to be ready to die, just like Nie Zheng back then, the princes and doctors are not ordinary, assassinating them, even if they are the first assassins in the world, it is still difficult to say whether they will succeed or fail." ”

To leave the expression is still extremely indifferent: "Ming family, get out of the eldest prince three miles away." ”

The old man in black looked slightly stunned, and then smiled coldly: "He is not the Son of Heaven yet, why should the Ming family avoid it?"

To frown slightly, pull out the bronze sword.

The cold light flashed, and the old man in black jumped back.

A strand of black hair slowly fell.

The old man in black had a slight cold back, only he, only he knew that if it weren't for the indifferent man on the other side, he would have died.

"The number one assassin in the world, worthy of his name!"

The old man jumped back, and at the same time smiled mockingly: "The Shan family takes Zhou, and Confucianism interferes, I don't know how long Luoyang can exist." Farewell!"

The figure flickered, long gone.

Look at the night sky faintly.

"Confucianism?"

If you remember correctly, it seems that Kong Qiu and his party have left the country of Lu a long time ago, and it seems that they are traveling around the world, is it not right, Kong Qiu advocates self-denial and revenge, and should not do that kind of rebellious thing. So, how could Confucianism get involved in Shan's scheme?

I wanted to leave and looked at the eldest prince Li Feiyu, who was still in the flames, and frowned.

Suddenly, I want to leave my expression.

Self-denial.

Self-denial!

It's not polite for the prince to fight with the prince.

Then Kongqiu will definitely intervene.

Confucianism has only just emerged, and its power is not large, but it can't bear the support of the left wing of the Ming family.

Behind it, it's the behemoth of the Ming family.

Luoyang, it's over!

He slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again to look at the child in the flames.

That was the last hope.

I tried my best to save you from Lin Hu, and for you, it was not only your third uncle who died, but many more people died on the way to save you, and there were many more people who were ready to die for you.

Can you, really, carry that hope?

The white flame and the tears of Nuwa seem to confirm that this hope is indeed as the person said, showing up little by little.

However, he still doubted and did not believe.

When Luoyang is gone, is this hope still there?

In the flames, Li Feiyu's eyes suddenly opened, but his face was full of confusion.

He felt it, he felt the gaze that was about to leave, he felt what was contained in that gaze.

There is hope, hope, but more often than not.

Yes, to turn away from doubting him.

Although I don't know why it is suspected, Li Feiyu hates it for such a taste.

With such a gaze, Li Feiyu was scared and afraid to face it.

This is not the first time.

Under the city of Luoyang, Sikong Laozi.

By the Sea of Stars, Azule.

It's all like that.

Li Feiyu was gloomy, the sky, that crescent moon began to shrink gradually, from a wolf's tooth to a real trace, and then, this trace also loomed, as if it was about to disappear like this.

To keep his brow furrowed, and then smile wryly.

Hopefully, gone.

In the void land, the sect master of the Ming family shook his head slightly: "It's a pity." Then, suddenly, his eyes burst into a strange light.

It seems that there is no end!

That crescent moon disappeared completely, and the heavens and the earth instantly dimmed.

At the same time, the infinite stars shone in an instant, and the heavens and the earth were full of brilliance!

Then, the starlight dimmed, and the heavens and the earth were once again dark.

This time, the heavens and the earth were bright again, there was no dark red, no white.

A complete scene of dawn.

The second dawn.

Sky, full moon!

The full moon in an instant, then the crescent moon again.

December 30 of the eighteenth year of King Jing, the day is again, and the moon is full in an instant!

Slightly upturned from the corners of your mouth.

Wish!