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It was a beautiful night, Wen Yunfeng and Lan Lin hugged each other and fell into a dream, maybe they may not have each other in this dream, but what is certain is that there must be their love hidden in the gap between reality and dream.

When the morning light spills down on the land of the border city from the far east, the hour is not early, and there are two rhythms of life in this world, one is the world with laziness and the other is the world without laziness.

Today's sun was exceptionally bright, shining on Wen Yunfeng's face through the window, he yawned lightly with half-squinted eyes, stretched out his hand and groped around the bed for a long time, only to find that there was no one around him, opened his eyes and looked at the slanting light that came in, Wen Yunfeng muttered to himself: "I overslept!"

At this time, the door of the house suddenly opened a crack, Lan Lin's graceful and gentle figure looked particularly beautiful and moving in the slanting light, Lan Lin said softly: "Brother Wen, it's time to eat!"

The greatest pleasure in life is to sleep a lazy night, wake up with a hearty breakfast on the table, and have your wife and children by your side.

After breakfast, the naughty little Wen Nan couldn't stay idle and disappeared, Lan Lin cleaned up everything in the house, while Wen Yunfeng walked back and forth in the small courtyard, as if he had something to say but never found a suitable reason to speak.

Since it is love, it is necessary to love all of him, and the couples in the rivers and lakes should learn to tolerate, because love and home are luxuries for the rivers and lakes, and being too stingy will only destroy them with their own hands.

Lan Lin walked behind Wen Yunfeng, patted Wen Yunfeng, who was the six gods and had no master, and said, "If there is anything, you can do it, it's hard for you to stay here!"

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "How do you know that something is wrong with me?"

Lan Lin smiled and said, "I've been behind you for so long, and the others have learned to read your mind before they learn!"

Wen Yunfeng gently stroked Lan Lin's face, smiled and said, "Having you in my life is better than all happiness, I will go back as soon as I go." ”

Looking at Wen Yunfeng's back as he left in a hurry, Lan Lin muttered to himself: "I don't expect you to be by my side all the time, as long as you still have this home in your heart!"

After saying that, Lan Lin smiled. There is helplessness and infinite love in this smile, love is originally a contradiction, and it is difficult to break up love in this life!

Leaving the thatched courtyard, Wen Yunfeng strolled through the most prosperous streets in the border city, he was about to go to the Dongcheng Tower to see how Bian Long and the group of people were training, but when he passed by the alley leading to the Beigu Hero Tower, his eyes were still attracted by this alley, or maybe it was because of the old man in the depths of the alley.

Since the last time the old man stopped telling stories in a fit of anger, it has now become an ancient road that no one cares about, and weeds have emerged on both sides of the path, which is slightly desolate.

Standing at the bottom of the Beigu Hero Tower, Wen Yunfeng stared for a long time but didn't know whether to advance or retreat? Not everyone can talk to the old man, with Wen Yunfeng's experience in the rivers and lakes, he may be barely counted as one, but in the old man is barely a drop in the ocean.

But since you are here, you must have something to say, and since you have something to say, you will not vomit or be unhappy.

There is no door here, and no one has ever known how to walk up to that attic from here?Wen Yunfeng was also puzzled by this question, but this was not something he should be bothered with, after all, he could go up to the attic in his own way.

With a slight jump, Wen Yunfeng had already stood firmly in the attic. Before he could take a step, the old man inside seemed to have the ability of an unpredictable prophet, and said in a low and vicissitudes of life: "You are here!"

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "If there really is a god in this world, then I would rather believe that you are that god, not because you have the ability to communicate with the gods, but because you have the consciousness of the gods, which is far more difficult than the former!"

The old man smiled and said: "Even Wen Daxia has learned flattering words, it seems that there is nothing in this world that cannot be changed!"

Wen Yunfeng strode forward and gently pushed open the door of the house, and there was no light in the room until the moment the door opened, but Wen Yunfeng clearly saw that the scroll written by the old man was already full of words.

Wen Yunfeng asked very suspiciously, "How do you write and write books without lights?"

The old man smiled and said: "The most useless thing for a blind person is the light, although I am not blind, but I have to adapt to the world of the blind, after all, I will be blind one day!"

The old man's ridiculous words are full of loneliness and sadness, maybe people who are used to loneliness can't feel it at all, but people like Wen Yunfeng who are hovering on the edge of loneliness must feel it very strongly.

Wen Yunfeng was silent for a long time, and finally thought of another topic, and said softly: "Since you are no longer ready to tell a story, what is the use of writing a book?"

The old man smiled and said, "Who said that I don't tell books anymore, and what can I tell the world if I don't have a story?" ”

Wen Yunfeng looked at the scroll written by the old man, smiled and said, "But you are now compiling it out of thin air. ”

The old man looked down at the ink that was about to dry, smiled and said, "That's right, I'm making it up, but it's not out of thin air, because every story I write on it will be interpreted by someone, maybe there is your name on these handwritings, do you want to see it?"

Wen Yunfeng hurriedly shook his head and said, "If it was before, I might still be curious and want to see it, but now I have no interest in this kind of thing, whether what you say is true or not?

The applause of "pop papa" sounded in the empty attic, and the old man didn't seem to be very good at applauding, because he applauded very hard, and everyone who could applaud would never be so hard!

The old man smiled and said, "Actually, there has always been a bet between me and your master, and you are the protagonist of this bet!"

Wen Yunfeng turned around, looked at the old man in surprise and said, "What kind of bet, why have I never heard the master talk about it?"

The old man stood up and walked to Wen Yunfeng's side, snatched the Qingyan Sword from Wen Yunfeng's hand, held the Qingyan Sword high in the sun, and then turned back to Wen Yunfeng and said, "I bet that Qingyan does not belong to you, and he bets that Qingyan belongs to you." ”

Wen Yunfeng smiled and asked, "What is the result? Which of you won?"

The old man put away the Qingyan sword, returned it to Wen Yunfeng's hand, and said: "There has always been a nameless sword, and I have lost this time in my life." ”

The moment Wen Yunfeng took the Qingyan Sword and the old man's eyes met, he seemed to see from the old man's vicissitudes of life that he couldn't bear the weight that could not be shirked, but he still took the Qingyan Sword without the slightest hesitation and entanglement, this should be the instinct of a real swordsman!

The old man didn't say anything, Wen Yunfeng didn't ask anything, everything that the unknown should happen will happen, and the fantasy that shouldn't happen is useless.

The old man smiled and said: "Wen Daxia came here today, there must be other things, hurry up and say the doubts in your heart, and after you solve your doubts, I can continue to make up the next story." ”

Wen Yunfeng smiled and said, "I can't hide anything from your eyes?" Now the difference in strength between the border punishment and the 100,000 army of the Qing army is too great, but we can't admit defeat in this battle, what should we do next as seen by the old man?"

The old man smiled and said, "What are the two most powerful weapons of the Qing army?"

Wen Yunfeng thought for a while and said, "Cavalry and artillery fire." ”

The old man smiled and said: "If they attack the city with cavalry, we can still resist to the death, if they attack the city with artillery fire, even if we resist to the death, it is useless, so our first task is to destroy the artillery of the Qing army." ”

Wen Yunfeng asked, "What about after that?"

The old man smiled and said, "If you can't do the first thing, then there will be no after, so after you finish the first thing and ask me, I should have thought of a perfect plan by then." ”

Wen Yunfeng asked again: "It is not easy to blow up the artillery of the Qing army, what is the opinion of the seniors?"

The old man smiled and said: "There are many people who can do this, but this matter still needs the most critical step. ”

Wen Yunfeng hurriedly asked, "What opinion does the old man have?"

The old man stroked his beard, and his vicissitudes of life were full of wisdom and scheming, but it was not difficult to see that there were still some scruples in it.

The old man thought about it for a while, and finally decided to speak: "The Qing army's artillery must be strictly guarded by the Qing army's brigade, so the person who goes to blow up the cannon is useless even if it shocks the world." If someone arrives at the Qing army camp first and diverts this group of guards, wouldn't it be much easier for the latter to blow up the cannon?"

Wen Yunfeng nodded, and at the same time, he should also understand the old man's intentions in his heart, Wen Yunfeng smiled and said: "There are many people who can go to blow up the cannon, but there seems to be no one else here except me who can guide the guards!"

The old man smiled and said, "You can be me without saying anything!"

Wen Yunfeng smiled, folded his hands and said goodbye to the old man, and turned back as he walked out of the hut: "Fortunately, the predecessor is not an immortal, otherwise I really don't dare to imagine whether it is a blessing or a curse?"

The old man waved his hand and said, "Go Daxia, this is the weight that Qingyan must bear! You have a choice, but Qingyan doesn't." ”

After that, the old man stopped talking, stepped forward and closed the door of the house, returned to the bookcase, and continued to write the story he had made.

Wen Yunfeng hurriedly walked in the direction of Dongcheng Tower, at this time Bian Long was stepping up time to train this group of people to form a cavalry brigade independently, although it had only been a night, but this cavalry team had already looked like under Bian Long's **, I don't know what it would be like on the battlefield? At least now it seems that all of them are good men with one enemy and ten enemies.

After Wen Yunfeng found Bian Long, his expression became very serious, and Bian Long also saw through at a glance that Wen Yunfeng must have something hidden in his heart?

So he asked, "Brother Wen, what might as well be blunt?"

Wen Yunfeng muttered to himself: "After thinking about it, I always feel that we can't sit still, we can only strike first!"

Bian Long hurriedly asked, "How to strike first?"

Wen Yunfeng said quietly: "I want to sneak into the Qing army camp tonight and blow up their artillery, without the cannon, it is like cutting off their arms, we have to do this sooner or later, the sooner the better, otherwise we will definitely suffer on the battlefield in the future!"

Bian Long smiled and said, "Good idea! Good idea! But this time, Brother Wen don't fight with me, I'll go tonight, and you can wait for my good news in the border city!"

Wen Yunfeng hurriedly argued with Bian Long, Wen Yunfeng knew that it was impossible for him to fight against the stubborn Bian Long, and he didn't think about winning, maybe he wanted Bian Long to go, because he had more important things to do and the most difficult thing!

Bian Long patted Wen Yunfeng's shoulder and said, "Brother, don't fight for me, this matter is settled! By the way, I have practiced a few sets of formations, you can check it." ”

After that, Bian Long personally led the team to practice the formation, and Wen Yunfeng also applauded again and again.

Everything is so calm, who knows the wind and clouds behind this calm? Bian Long doesn't know, the people of Border City don't know, and the only people who know the truth are Wen Yunfeng and the old man in the lonely building.