A thousand years ago, Zhuge Liang, who had the best wisdom in ancient and modern times, went out of Qishan and successfully besieged Sima Yi in the upper valley. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Zhuge Kongming set fire to the fuel materials prepared in advance, Sima Yi was in danger, and he saw that the goal of setting the army in the Central Plains was about to be completed. It's a pity that a heavy rain extinguished the burning fire, and it also completely cooled Kong Ming's blazing loyalty. Soon after, he died of illness in Wuzhangyuan.

It is conceivable that the unsatisfactory heavy rain was a fatal blow to Zhuge Liang. But in fact, at that time, Zhuge Liang just looked at the rain in the sky, did not beat his chest and feet, did not ask the sky, but just said lightly: "It is up to people to plan things, and it is up to heaven to make things happen." ”

A person who is truly wise is by no means a person who easily reveals his heart's emotions.

Just like the current Nangong Zhan, Zhang Zhan could never have imagined that he would show his vulnerability in front of him so easily, in front of a person who was completely irrelevant to him.

As the saying goes, there are three kinds of human suffering -- the loss of a father in a young age, the loss of a husband in middle age, and the loss of a son in old age.

That is to say, Nangong Zhan was born in the wrong womb and became a man, otherwise, if he wants to come to these three great hardships, he will be lucky to experience the taste. However, taking the recent loss of an elderly child as an example, he was lying on the hospital bed at the time, and he had completely entrusted the aftermath, and suddenly heard that his beloved son was abused and killed by Gong Zhaoyu, and he just got up and said lightly: "I'm going to kill this witch!"

According to the description of those present at the time, when Nangong Zhan said this, it was as light as saying that I am hungry and going to have a meal, and he did not see the slightest abnormality.

But the walking corpse in front of him, he shrugged it.

Putting aside all positions, the current Nangong Zhan is just a lonely old man with gray hair who is choking up, and he will never see his majestic hair again, and his face is like ashes.

Zhang Yan couldn't help but say: "Senior......"

Nangong Zhan seemed to be suddenly awakened as if he was traveling in all directions, and Zhang Yan clearly saw helplessness flashing in his eyes. Before Zhang Zhan could speak, Nangong Zhan suddenly smiled, and his smile was so sour: "You go, I'll block it for you." ”

Zhang looked at Nangong Zhan blankly, and actually had a ridiculous feeling that the world was impermanent, which was ridiculous.

Not long ago, he was still so humiliated.

A moment ago, Zhang Yan had to swear to kill Nangong Zhan.

And now, Nangong Zhan looks like he wants to sacrifice his life to save Zhang Zhan.

"Let's go, I can't trap it for long. ”

Only then did Zhang Zhan discover that Nangong Zhan's right hand had formed a strange and wonderful seal, and pressed it against the heart of the walking corpse.

Therefore, people need to be calm and must not be impulsive, Zhang Yan didn't know where the blood gushed up, and he pulled out the thick-backed knife that had been behind him: "Let me fight side by side with my predecessors!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the blood surged up and fell faster, and Zhang Yan now regretted it in his heart.

Sure enough, it is easy to die generously, but it is difficult to be righteous calmly.

Nangong Zhan was very kind at this time, with a serene face, quite indifferent to knowing the destiny of heaven. At this time, his smile was also extremely approachable, without any edges: "I have borrowed five years of life from heaven, but in fact, tonight is my ultimate day." Let the old man do something at the end of his life!"

Zhang Yan didn't know why, and bowed: "Senior!"

Nangong Zhan said softly: "A person is about to die, and his words are also good." Sometimes I really feel that the heavenly way is circulating, and the retribution is unpleasant. I have done so many things that have lost my conscience, and I deserve to die without a dead body, and there is no place to bury me. When he said this, Nangong Zhan sighed again and said: "I hope Zhang Xiaoyou can remember today's situation, because many times, the road is our own endeavor." ”

Zhang Yan gritted his teeth, endured the touch in his heart, and said in a condensed voice: "The teachings of the seniors are remembered by the younger generations. The seniors are very kind, and the younger generations are unforgettable. ”

Nangong Zhan smiled when he heard this: "There is no need to do this, you must know that I don't like you at all." So, get out of the way. If I look back on the lonely road in Huangquan and find that the children are following me, don't blame me for continuing to turn my face and not recognize people. ”

Zhang Yan bowed again, turned around and left.

The breath in his chest was so suffocating that there was nowhere to vent.

Running out of dozens of miles in one go, Zhang Yan didn't even feel the slightest bit tired, but he couldn't stop gasping for air. It seems that the past is like a cloud, and with the breath, it can be dispersed outside the nine clouds, without a trace.

Suddenly, the morning sun is rising.

A new day has begun, and the past will become a thing of the past, and it will also be a memory, and it is no longer worth a little nostalgia for people who are free and easy.

In sight, the Jin army was assembled. I saw the banner hunting, united as one, the soldiers held guns and shields, wearing battle armor, high morale, there were black clouds to crush the city to destroy, the armor of the golden scales to open the solemn atmosphere.

Suddenly, Zhang Yan sensed a cold gaze on his body.

This gaze, yin and awe-inspiring, like a cold winter wind, cold and cold, was the gaze of the descendant of the Soul Rising Sect.

Zhang Yan turned around slowly, focusing his gaze on the distant mountain. The four eyes are facing each other, and invisible sparks breed. And at this moment, Zhang Yan only felt that the stars were shifting, and the surrounding scenery couldn't help but regress, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the top of the mountain, and finally saw the figure of the descendant of the Soul Initiation Sect.

He was dressed in black, with a hat on his head, black gauze around the hat, and one hand behind his back, revealing only a dead white hand outside.

Zhang Zan's didn't wonder why he could see it so appropriately, so real, as if there was no distance between the two of them at all five miles and one hundred and seventy-five steps, Zhang Zan's breathing could even be clearly sensed.

As if it were natural, Zhang Yan smiled, raised his right hand, and made a motion to wipe his neck.

The man was indifferent, he just stretched out the hand behind his back and threw the head of the white-haired, blood-stained Nangong Zhan in his hand to the ground.

Nangong Zhan's face did not have any horror before he died, just a calm and serene face.

The head landed, and a pair of eyes without any color happened to look straight at the blue sky, as if they were gazing affectionately at this colorful world for the last time.

Suddenly, the man vanished.

At this time, Zhang Yan felt that the world was turned upside down, and he suddenly came to the top of Qilong Mountain.

Jiang Qiu was facing away from him, looking up at the bright red morning sun. After Zhang Yan stood firmly, Jiang Qiu slowly turned around, and his naturally drooping long hair densely covered the whole person's face, so that there was no trace of it: "Kill him for me." ”

The next moment, Zhang Zhan "woke up" again.

"Knock Knock Knock"

The drums of war rang out, shaking the heavens and the earth for a long time.

A battle to encircle and suppress Qilongshan began.