At first glance, this person has a slender figure, delicate eyebrows, and fair skin like a woman.

Although there is a beard under the chin, it always gives people a sense of déjà vu as a woman dressed as a man.

makes people wonder if this is another men's clothing boss.

But as long as you open the eye of heaven, you can see the vigorous yang energy on this person's body, as well as the continuous purple princely luck.

In the land of Xiapi, there is only one person who has this luck, Zhang Liang... Zhang Zifang.

Sima Qian once commented on Zhang Liang's appearance, describing him as a woman, but he did not say that he was ugly and beautiful. But if you think about it carefully, if you look ugly, how can you still look like a woman? It must be that you are good-looking beyond the boundaries of a man to a certain extent, so that you can be regarded as a woman.

Therefore, in later generations, Wang Anshi also left poems: Staying in the marquis is as beautiful as a woman.

Zhang Liang looked at the two essays of Chu He's pen book, and his heart was surging.

In today's world, except for the Qin people, everyone wants to overthrow the tyrannical Qin and return to their homeland.

But how to push, how to push, whether it can be done. Everyone has no confidence in their hearts.

At this time, there were people who, in the eyes of future generations, forward-looking summarized the demise of the tyrannical Qin.

This is like a guiding light, which is placed directly in front of everyone's eyes, and people of insight can gain a lot from these two texts.

Zhang Liang is especially so.

Among them, "Chu people are torched, poor scorched earth" is even more deeply won Zhang Liang's heart.

At that time, Chu Nangong's sentence 'Although Chu has three households, if Qin dies, Chu will die', it has spread widely and penetrated into the hearts of the people, and it has even been named a golden rule.

Among the anti-Qin rebel armies in the world, eight or nine out of ten are named 'Chu'.

According to the historical progress, it will not be long before Zhang Liang himself will pull up a team to resist the tyrannical Qin, and then go to Jingju. And Jing Ju is the king of Chu pushed out by the Chu royal family.

It can be seen that Zhang Liang is also dedicated to Chu, but later met Liu Bang in the middle of the road, and then Liu Bang was abducted into the 'thief ship'.

"Don't let them escape, it's better to kill by mistake than to let go." By the time the shouting came, it was almost close.

Zhang Liang's head twitched, he stepped forward and grabbed Chu He's sleeve, and said: "This brother, if you can trust me Zhang Zifang, come with me!"

Chu He was waiting for his words, otherwise how could these soldiers from the Xia Pi County Ya get close?

The terrain of Xiapi is not particularly complicated, but Zhang Liang has secretly developed his power in Xiapi City, and has quietly opened up some private houses and prepared secret passages.

After pulling Chu He to hide in a private house, he followed the secret passage and quietly went outside the city.

As for Uncle Qin, although he followed closely secretly, he was secretly cast by Chu He and led him elsewhere.

If you want to find it, it will take some work.

The two ran all the way out of the city along the dark passage.

Outside the southern suburbs of Xiapi City, by the Yishui River, there is a bamboo forest.

There is an old man sitting on a big tree pole that falls on the river and connects the two banks, which is natural and leisurely.

The whole person is perfectly integrated with the surrounding scenery and objects, just like a quaint landscape ink painting.

"There is such a bridge... No wonder Uncle Qin can't wait for the rabbit. Chu He thought to himself.

Looking at the old man again, when the eyes of the sky opened, the old man seemed to disappear in his eyes.

He has completely harmonized with this world, regardless of each other.

"I see, the cultivation of the Yuan Shen to the peak is not only the embodiment of cultivation, but also to achieve a realm of rhythm with all things in heaven and earth, and hiding one's own body through heaven and earth. If you want to win the creation of heaven and earth, you must first become a part of the creation of heaven and earth. With just one glance, Chu He had several feelings in his heart.

Chu He was still sighing, but the old man put away the fishing rod and said loudly: "It turns out that a Taoist friend is visiting, why don't you go to the ovary to get the Baiguo wine brewed for the teacher?"

Zhang Liang paused slightly, glanced at Chu He clearly in his heart, answered the word, and turned around.

Although I know that there is a suspicion of 'luring a wolf into the house', I don't have any self-blame and panic, my steps are upright, not messy, and my mentality is excellent.

That alone is more than enough for countless people.

Some people have learned all the skills, but when the problem really comes, but the mentality is unstable, the performance is abnormal, ten percent of the ability, there are only three or four points left at most, and the genius has become mediocre, what is the use?

After Zhang Liang turned around.

The old man flicked the hook and threw it into the water again.

As his gaze shifted, for a moment Chu He felt as if he had been turned into a live fish, falling into the rather turbulent Yishui, and happened to bite the old man's hook and was controlled by him.

Chu He Yuanshen snorted coldly, waved a thousand jun sticks, and hit them with a stick.

The illusion dissipated.

What broke out was not real, but a overlapping battlefield, and the sound of killing was endless, and the soldiers of the six countries all died tragically under the iron cavalry of Great Qin.

It's an intraoperative operation, one ring after another.

That old man must be Huangshi Gong, man and heaven and earth are one, and he uses the power of heaven and earth to lay down layers of illusions and bury the Chu River.

Chu He's face did not change through the battlefield, those who died, or those who were dying, who were killed, their hideous faces kept flashing in front of Chu He's eyes, but they couldn't stop Chu He's footsteps in the slightest.

When Chu He stepped on the blood plasma full of feet, he walked through the entire battlefield.

The sky shattered into two pieces as if it had been torn apart by something.

On the surface of the lake, which is as quiet as a mirror and reflects the entire sky, the old man holds the piano and plays, and the sparse sound occasionally ripples on the water, as if the sky is fluctuating.

"The heart is like stopping water, to shine on the sky. There is a slight wave in the heart, and the wind is surging. Huang Shigong's kindness, or ... Chu Nangong is kind-hearted. Chu He spoke.

The piano sounded for a moment.

The old man looked up.

White hair, long beard, crane hair and childish face, in everyone's hearts, the appearance of those immortals outside the world is probably the same.

It seems to be out of the dust, but in the reasonable, it seems ordinary.

"No! It's not you! The sky is not just like this, in front of real people, why do you need to lie?" Chu Heyang pointed at the old man and asked with a smile.

Thundered!

The sky changed color, and the calm water of the lake beneath your feet changed into flowing lava.

The billowing smoke boiled and the thunder was dense, suppressing all living beings in the entire heaven and earth.

The old man with black hair, black clothes, long eyebrows, a high nose, and a stiff face like a dead corpse stood between this shocking heaven and earth, looking down on the Chu River.

"It's not you yet, it's just you who you have changed out of reflecting the evil in my heart. Your illusions are indeed perfect, almost to the point where it is difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake. But you can't lie to me, because I don't believe in anything, whether you are true or not, I only believe in myself, only in my own feelings. Chu He held the Dinghai Divine Needle in his hand and said calmly.

"Master, the wine is coming!" Zhang Liang's voice seemed to come from the side.

Everything in front of me dissipated.

The old man is no longer on the 'bridge', but sits in the bamboo pavilion by the bridge, with orange-yellow wine gourds placed on the table, and two emerald green bamboo cups placed opposite each other.

With a quick introduction, the wine in the wine gourd was poured into two bamboo cups, exuding an attractive fragrance.

"Fellow Daoist, please!" the old man said politely.