"Dark days. ”

Zhang Yong raised his head and looked in the direction of Xingrui's gaze.

"Unpredictable, neither inferred. ”

"Senior brother, how do you know that you are not a person of destiny. ”

Hearing this, the smile on Xingrui's face narrowed slightly, and his eyes became dodgy.

He withdrew his fist-clenched hand and lowered it to his side.

"If I am truly blessed by the destiny of heaven, how can I linger before entering the Dao?"

Shaking his head with a self-deprecating expression, Xingrui put his hands behind his back.

"Or is the Mandate of Heaven so cruel in the first place?"

On the wall of Caoyun County, the soldiers pulled the noose that tied the rope, and the thick iron gate at the city gate gradually closed.

Zhang Yongjian frowned and raised his head, he looked towards the sky.

The towering county city walls around it enclosed the sky in Zhang Yong's eyes.

"Senior brother, don't worry. ”

"Heart disease is in vain, just because the breakthrough is imminent. ”

"As long as the knot in your heart is straightened out, the senior brother will be able to break it and stand up. ”

With another long breath in his mouth, Zhang Yong took a step back, and then quickly turned around, facing the palace.

"In Hongchenlian's heart, the senior brother will definitely be able to become the best among his peers. ”

Raising his legs and stepping over the low threshold in front of the door, Zhang Yong strode towards the Taoist temple.

"Chen Fu gathered nearly 80,000 troops, and the cultivators of the six counties gathered. ”

"Since ancient times, on the battlefield, how many times have you been able to win more with less?"

"This time, the remnants of Caoyun County will be destroyed, Liu Li's heirs will die, and the stupid thieves will die!"

"Senior brother. ”

Before walking to the grass house, Zhang Yong stopped and turned sideways.

In the eye of his left cheek, the pupil glanced at Xingrui, who was still standing under the plaque.

"Senior brother is here, congratulations to you on the success of the Dao Fa!"

Hearing this, Xing Rui stiffened his face and stood quietly on the steps.

The self-deprecation on his face vanished, and the sparkle in his eyes became firm again.

In the bright white sky, the blazing sun shines on the world.

In the military formation marching on the strange road, the golden canopy covering the chariot exudes brilliant brilliance in the sun.

On the chariot covered with brocade cloth, Chen Fu, who had taken off his helmet, was wearing a dark silk suit and sitting upright on a couch chair.

The sun shines through the curtains, turning everything in the chariot golden yellow.

Chen Fu closed his eyes and remained motionless on the couch.

There is no rise and fall of the chest, no exhalation of the mouth and nose.

Like a dead wood that has been sleeping for a long time, and like a silent corpse in the depths of the ruins.

Chen Fu, dressed in black, sat quietly like a dead thing in the golden light, and in the marching military formation, the noisy shouts came and went.

A partial general who rode through the army on horseback.

Most of the soldiers hurried on the road with their heads down.

Iron-clad chariots sparkling along the avenue.

Grass with soft stems and leaves shook on the side of the road.

Insects, rats and ants crawling in the grass in a panic, a few eagles and a few birds flying low in the distance.

Chen Fu didn't see everything.

Chen Fu could feel everything.

As noon approached, the marching troops halted their advance near a shallow anchorage.

Take water to cook rice, and build stones as stoves.

Smoke curls and the fire burns.

A soldier walked to Chen Fu's chariot with a food plate, and a general drove to the chariot with a golden canopy.

The general pulled up the reins, and when the mount was still, he bowed slightly towards the chariot.

"General. ”

"Is it lunch?"

No one in the chariot responded.

A moment later, the golden curtain covering the car rails was lifted silently.

The general's face was slightly solemn, and he immediately turned the horse's body around, driving the horse towards the way he came.

After the cavalry had left, the soldier with the food plate bent down and walked to the chariot.

He first placed the food plate on the edge of the cart, and then climbed onto the cart with his hands and feet.

Picking up the food plate again, the soldier walked quickly to Chen Fu, who was still with his eyes closed and a calm face.

The soldier placed the food plate on the table of the golden silk nanmu.

The soldier stood at the table for a moment, then turned and walked to the edge of the car.

The soldier jumped out of the chariot.

The thin drapes that had been lifted were restored to their original state.

There was no one else in the chariot, and Chen Fu opened his eyes.

He saw the brocade cloth hanging from the car bar, and he saw the reflection in a patch of gold.

It was his own shadow.

After being stunned for a moment, Chen Fu lowered his head and looked at the table in front of him.

In the center of the porcelain plate, painted with blue glaze, there is a large pot with a lid, from which a strong fragrance emanates.

Eat venison today?

With a slight movement of his nose, Chen Fu stretched out his left hand with some expectation and lifted the porcelain lid on the pot.

It turned out to be antelope meat.

The corners of Chen Fu's mouth turned up slightly, and he stretched out his right arm.

He reached for the flask next to the basin and tried to pour himself a glass of wine.

Then he stopped.

He frowned, looking at his wrist that had stopped in front of the jug.

At the top of the wrist, the scar cut by the blade of the sword has long since healed.

The scabbed scars resemble slender sarcomas, crawling all over the sections of the severed limb.

Observing the tumor road that crisscrossed the wrist, I felt the cold coming from the porcelain pot.

Chen Fu was silent for a while, his bloodshot eyes becoming redder and redder.

Then, the red in Chen Fu's eyes disappeared as quickly as the sea at low tide.

With his face calmed back, he quickly sorted out his chaotic thoughts.

Chen Fu withdrew his right arm and poured himself wine with his left hand.

Picking up the cup full of wine with his left hand, Chen Fu raised his head and poured all the wine in the cup into his mouth.

The liquor flowed down his throat like a blazing fire and entered Chen Fu's chest.

Throw away the cup and reach out to pick up the chopsticks next to the plate.

Chen Fu skillfully stretched his chopsticks out of the porcelain cup and twisted up a leg of lamb that had already been stewed soft.

Holding chopsticks in his left hand, Chen Fu has been practicing for a long time.

But this time, the leg of lamb slipped off the tip of the chopsticks.

The leg of lamb fell back into the porcelain cup, where a large amount of soup splashed.

Chen Fu paused, then stretched out his chopsticks into the cup again, and twisted the leg of mutton that had fallen into the porcelain cup again.

Putting the leg of mutton into the empty cup on the food plate, Chen Fu threw away the chopsticks, grabbed the leg of mutton directly with his hand and brought it to his mouth.

Opening his mouth and tearing a large piece of mutton from the leg bone, Chen Fu put the leg of mutton back into the cup and chewed it in a big gulp.

A little bit of oil spilled down his mouth and down his chin.

Chen Fu took out a thin silk from his belt, rubbed his five fingers on the cloth a few times, wiped off the greasy between his fingers, and then used the cloth to wipe the oil that was flowing from the tip of his chin to the collar of his robe.

Eating with one hand and holding chopsticks in your left hand is always inconvenient.

But since his right hand was disabled, Chen Fu was no longer allowed to stand beside him when eating.

He didn't need anyone else to serve.

He forbade anyone else to serve.

"Report!"

A general drove his horse to Chen Fu's chariot, and he tightened the reins in front of it.

After the horse stopped, the general turned his head to look at the golden curtain in front of the carriage.

The general waited for a while.

Wait until Chen Fu, who was on the chariot, swallowed the mutton in his mouth, waited until Chen Fu closed his eyes again, and continued to sit on the couch.

"Speak!"

"General, our scouts reported that the enemy was probing. ”