Mid-region, desert.

The horsemen's horses kicked up the yellow sand and scattered it on the horses behind. The horses behind knocked the flying sand apart again.

The cavalry galloped forward, leaving a trail of sand and dust in its wake.

I don't know how long it took, but I was a little tired of hurrying, and with the general's order, everyone pulled the reins together.

"Phew—" There was a long neighing in unison, and the horses stopped.

General Slynt looked into the distance, and the scenery was no different from the road he had been on these days—desert, desert, desert.

The general yelled at the army, "Drag that Lanist over to me." ”

There was a commotion in the army, and a man dressed in white was thrown out. The man didn't seem to have much strength in his body, and he was thrown out

Fell directly to the ground.

The man's white clothes were in tatters, and the exposed skin was horrible: the scars that had not yet healed were intertwined with the new ones, among which the stabs, scratches, and abrasions were more clearly visible......

Slynt strode forward, grabbed the man's hair, looked at his bloody face, and asked viciously, "How long will it take?" ”

The man's eyes rolled, looking through the general's legs to observe the distant landscape, reminiscing. Just as the grumpy general waited impatiently to push his head into the hot sand, the man's Adam's apple moved a few times, and the hoarse voice came out of his mouth:

"About a month." The sound is small.

"Rubbish!" Slint slammed the man's head into the sand, "You can't take the opportunity to speak well, you're going to die!" ”

The man's head was buried in the sand, and his whole body was motionless.

Slynt straightened out his armor, stepped onto his horse, drew his sword, and yelled, "March!"

The cavalry formation continued to gallop, but they all consciously avoided the man in white who was lying on his stomach.

When the dust raised by the cavalry had settled, the man pulled his head out of the sand and took a few breaths with great difficulty. After lying on his stomach for a while, he found a bracelet from somewhere. He clenched the bracelet tightly, held it in front of his eyes, opened his tired eyes, and looked at the bracelet.

The special point of this bracelet is almost nothing, the whole bracelet is black, and there are no patterns on the face, but there is something written on the face in Lan. The man was familiar with what it was, but he wanted to read the words carefully. However, his breathing became more and more rapid, his vision became more and more blurred, and he wanted to see more clearly, so he put the bracelet in front of his eyes to look. Just as he was about to see what was written on it, the bracelet seemed to grow larger, bigger and bigger, and soon all that was left in his field of vision was black......

The hand holding the bracelet hit the sand.

The wind around him whipped up the sand and, slowly, swallowed him......

……

Eastern Regions, Central.

This is a valley that is unknown to most people.

Shrouded in mist, it seems to be the home of the legendary immortals.

The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and it seems to be a place of pleasure for the nobles of the country.

The forest path seems to lead to a mysterious place in the dreams of those who try to get something for nothing.

Inside the valley, there is a small pavilion. On the side of the pavilion was a huge locust tree, so tall that it seemed to climb up the pavilion. The dense locust leaves seemed to cover the entire pavilion.

The most special thing about the whole valley is the faint aroma of wine that you can smell everywhere you go. If you don't care too much, you can get used to it quickly. But if you care, I'm afraid that people who drink a small amount of alcohol can slowly get drunk.

A young man in a linen robe stood in front of the pavilion on the mountain peak, bowing to the old man in the linen robe in the pavilion.

The old man in the linen robe looked at him, raised a small glass of wine beside the table, and refocused his gaze on the chessboard on the stone table. With his eyelids half-constricted, he put down his glass and asked, "How?" ”

The disciple reported: "I just got the news from the two senior brothers, they have persuaded all countries, and all the princes have expressed their stance that all the next actions will be led by the Kyushu plan. ”

"Hmm." The old man in the linen robe nodded, raising his eyes to look at him, "What about the Xue Palace?" ”

"The Academy has not yet made a clear statement."

"Hmm."

Seeing that the disciple still had something to say but was still stunned, the old man in the linen robe took the initiative to speak: "What's the matter, just say something, don't hide it." It's just that the sky is falling, and there is an old man to support it. Even if the old man can't hold it alone, there are still a lot of old bones! But needless to say, if the old man has no power to fight back, no one in the entire ancient land can hold on. ”

The disciple knew that the teacher was self-confident, not arrogant, and not arrogant. After glancing at each other, the disciple took a step forward and lowered his head and said, "Senior Brother asked me to tell the teacher that the countries are only expressing their positions, and the specific situation still needs to be decided by the teacher. ”

"Shh The old man in the linen robe smiled and clapped his hands and said, "What did I think?" ”

After that, he looked to the west and seemed to be able to look at something across thousands of mountains and rivers.

"Did my good apprentice say where he was going?"

"The disciple has asked, Qin Guo."

"Well, I saw him."

The old man in the linen robe tilted his head to look in one direction again, and saw such a scene.

……

Great Zhou, Guarding Room.

In the past, it was not only the historical archive of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but also a collection room for classics with hundreds of years of history.

However, the current storage room, as far as the eye can see, is ruined and in a mess. The wooden shelves on which the books were stored were scattered, and they did not seem to be any different from the piles of firewood piled up in front of the firewood room.

An old man, leaning on his thin back, trying to rummage through the ruins, did not seem to care about his tattered official uniform, which represented an extraordinary official position but had long since been worn.

In Da Zhou, it was undoubtedly a faux pas to wear such tattered clothes, especially with the presence of such a high-ranking official as this old man.

But the old man didn't seem to have too many worries of this kind and that, and he was still trying to rummage.

Finally, with a hearty laugh, the old man straightened up, and what he was holding in his hand was exactly what the old man was looking for, and what was left in the entire storage room—a half-roll bamboo slip.

The old man opened the bamboo slip in his hand, glanced at it slightly, and then lowered his head to look for the second half of the scroll, but unfortunately to no avail.

There was a faint disappointment in the old man's eyes, but then he turned to relief. He spread his legs, threw himself on the desk that was still relatively complete, found an empty bamboo slip and spread it out, and picked up the pen to recall.

As the history of the Guardhouse, the old man spent decades here, read through all the books in the Guardhouse, and realized the avenue in his heart through his life's learning. However, not long after enlightenment, under the disbelief but powerless gaze of the old man, the Tibetan Room was destroyed by the sacrifice of anger due to the dispute over the throne.

It was a past that the old man didn't want to remember, the shattered hope, the tragic farewell of his best friend, and the ashes of his hard work...... These are like hard thorns deeply inserted in the old man's heart, even if an unintentional wind blows slightly, it is an indescribable heart-wrenching pain.

Mobilizing the text and ink in his abdomen, the old man took a deep breath and began to write the next volume silently with a pen.

The candlelight flickered, reflecting the old man's body lying on the desk. The thin black shadow on the wall seems to tell the last story here.

Put down the pen, dry the ink, retract it, get up, and hold the candle. Again, these familiar movements. But the old man knew that this would probably be the last time, at least the last time in this storage room.

Step over the sawdust, wood chips, and wooden strips under your feet, and look back at broken beams, broken columns, and leaning walls. The old man turned around and slowly walked out of the storage room.

Stepping out of the storage room, I felt the breeze blowing. The scene in front of him was bright and sunny, but in the eyes of the old man, it was full of depression.

Suddenly, the old man seemed to sense something and looked in one direction.

……

in an unknown valley.

The old man in the linen robe first laughed, and then bowed to the place where he was looking under the stunned gaze of his disciple.