Laughing at Chang'an

Bend a Yueer River, flowing through cold and heat and spring and autumn.During my lifetime, I saw the changing situation in Chang'an, and I don't know how many heroes and heroes were buried in the tomb of dead bones.

A cigarette burned to the end, Feng He closed his eyes, the cool morning wind swept his clothes, and the green Yue'er River flowed in front of him, as if those past events that were treasured deep in his memory were in front of him one by one repeat.

"I didn't expect that it would be you who came to my place to eat wontons in the end."

The boss was carrying a bowl of hot wontons and placed them on the table behind Feng He. He wiped his hands with the rag on his shoulders, and stood side by side with Feng He on the embankment, with an expression he had never seen before. A little more gloomy.After standing for a while, he patted Feng He's shoulder hard, turned and left.

"The dead are dead, look away."

How could it be possible to see it... Li Shen ended up with no bones left, how could Feng He see it.When he heard the news of Li Shen's death, if Huang Sha hadn't stopped him, he would have gone to find Geng Yan desperately.At that time, the three brothers will be the companions in the underworld, and if you bring in a ghost, you can even make a mahjong table.

A loud brake sound sounded in front of the wonton stall, several mercenaries jumped out of the car, carried a disheveled man with them, and came to the table behind Feng He.

Feng He turned around, opened the stool and sat down.

"sit."

The mercenaries let go, and the man showed some resignation on his face, and sat down on the stool opposite Fenghe.He looked at Feng He with a complicated expression, hesitant to speak.

"Your brother also sat in this place." Feng He smiled at people, "Long time no see, Luo Jianjian."

Luo Jianjian squeezed his lips tightly, and said in a tired voice, "Hi, Lord Feng."

"I'm not good."

Picking up a wonton, Feng He said without raising his head: "I heard that you bought a house, got land, and married a wife, and your life is very good. I have always wanted to ask you something, and I gave it to you before." That save some face, now there is no need to save face... Why did you say that Yang's Ascension to Immortal Method is fake?"

Luo firmly said in a muffled voice, "Because it is fake."

Feng He laughed.

"It doesn't matter whether it's true or not, what matters is what you said, isn't it?"

"I'm a little guy like a sesame seed. Is it important what I said?" Luo firmly showed a self-deprecating smile and said without flinching, "Master Feng, a little guy like me may not be taken seriously by you. But even Small people also have the dignity of small people, Yang's ascension to immortality method is fake, I can't say it's true... they are all small people, I can't give them hope, and make them despair, there is no such reason."

Chopsticks were poking wontons in the bowl, Feng He listened to Luo Jianjian's sincere confession, there was a gloomy look on his brows, he raised his head, and said with a half-smile: "I said, don't you understand? It doesn't represent you, but Li Shen."

"You say it's true, and it's true... That kid Li Shen fought desperately for you little people, which is the right to choose."

"With Yang's Climbing Immortal Method, you can choose not to be dogs to others. With this additional choice, everything will be different, do you understand?"

Luo firmly did not speak.

Feng He threw his chopsticks into the bowl. He was different from Li Shen. Times had changed. Li Shen could force himself to finish a bowl of wontons, but he couldn't, he couldn't finish it, it was too unpalatable.

"So you're an idiot." Feng He cut off his comments, took out a note from his wallet, threw it on the table, patted his butt, got up and left.

Yang Huxing is an idiot, Li Shen is also an idiot, Feng He is not, he is a smart person.A wise man will judge the situation, will choose between advances and retreats, will bear the burden of humiliation, and will not be too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years.

Smart people don't do stupid things.

The radiance is declining, the Blood Massacre is disbanded, and the Geng Army covers the sky with one hand... It's so beautiful.But things in this world are like flowing water, there is nothing that will not change, and there will always be a boat capsized when the tide is on the cusp.

Feng He opened the car door with one hand, took out the communicator with the other, and called Li Mubai.

"Honey, have you missed me lately?"

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After Li Shen bought the house on Gubai Road, his small house in the Gengjun Guild Hall was vacant. Thanks to Murong Lin's iron rooster, Li Shen subscribed for the right to use the dilapidated house for 100 years, so he simply gave it away. Gave it to Mu Xiaobai.

Everything in the house has not changed, Mu Xiaobai has worked harder than Li Shen before, and may not be able to live for a few days in a year.He desperately chased after Li Shen's back, but he was getting farther and farther away from him... But even if he just watched from a distance, the coldness in his heart would dissipate and he would feel warm.

After the news of Li Shen's death was announced, he didn't go crazy, nor did he cry, he just went back to this room and sat quietly by himself.

He is very tired.

A young man who has just passed his twenties, but his hair is already graying, and his tired eyes look like he is over fifty.His sharpness and vigor have been wiped out by this cruel world, and only in front of Li Shen can he regain the trace of innocence that matches his grade.

Mu Xiaobai sat in his room for three days and three nights, then went to Chang'an Arena and found the old man who was watering the flowers in the yard.

After drawing a thousand swords, the old man carried him to the hospital and asked him if he wanted to learn swords on the way.If Mu Xiaobai said to learn sword from you, what would I have to pay?

The old man said, after I die, you will guard those swords for me.

Mu Xiaobai asked, how many years can you live?

Maybe one year, maybe two years, the old man said, but it will not exceed five years at most.

Mu Xiaobai walked up to the old man, bent his knees, and knelt down.The stooped old man was holding a flower pot in his hand, with some pity in his eyes, he said softly: "Have you thought about it?"

Mu Xiaobai nodded and said, "I've made up my mind, I want to learn swords from you."

"After learning my sword, you are not a human being, but a slave, the slave of those swords." The old man spoke slowly, pouring clear water on the delicate flowers, "You have to treat those swords as your master and serve them wholeheartedly. They, you can have nothing but them... can you do it?"

"I have nothing at all." Mu Xiaobai said indifferently, "If I can't be a human being, I won't do it."

He bent down and kowtowed heavily to the old man.

"Please, teach me how to learn swords."

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Among the five regions of Fanglu, the northern land is bitter, cold and barren, and it has been a barren land since ancient times.After the end of the Millennium War, a large number of remaining orcs fled here, and established tribes of all sizes, struggling to survive.Because the high-level orcs had been driven to extinction in the war, no matter how these tribes developed, they would not succeed in the end.Even so, the Guangming Empire in the Westland still refuses to let them go. Every few tens or hundreds of years, they will send a large-scale army to conquer them, just like harvesting crops, and re-harvest the little vitality that the orcs have just emerged. go down.

The Twilight Empire, which has just been announced, chose the Seven Nights Prairie in the center of the northern plateau as its capital.Countless stones and metals were transported from all directions, and a majestic capital city was built on the flat land, which was bound to be famous in history in the future.The old blood clan who has survived since the Millennium War has personally sketched the blueprint of the capital city of the blood clan empire. There are countless memories and nostalgia in his cloudy and old eyes, and his heart is full of expectations for the future.

Dozens of Scorching Sun-class battleships landed next to the city that had not yet taken shape. Hades, dressed in a black-bottomed golden robe, stepped out of the airship, raised his head, and glanced at the sky belonging to the Northland. Also a little dazed.

The mercenaries of the blood slaughter came out of the airship one after another. After undergoing the baptism ceremony, they were no longer human beings in essence, but they were not blood races either. Instead, they were creatures in between, similar to hybrids.The secret oath bound by blood made them absolutely loyal to the Blood Slaughter King, and it was impossible for them to commit acts of betrayal. Even if the Blood Slaughter was disbanded, they would not be able to leave.

The mercenaries silently carried their weapons and lined up neatly in the open space. Hades stood at the forefront, and the setting sun in the sky was slowly setting, and everything was being shrouded in darkness.

A few faint crows flew through the air, leaving behind the echo of mournful crows.

A figure gradually approached from a distance.

She has blood-like scarlet long hair, and every part of her body can only be described as perfect. Under the beautiful appearance, she is the first blood emperor born in the world in a thousand years, the last blood of the blood slaughter king.

She walked up to the array of mercenaries, and nailed the bloody sword in her hand straight into the ground under her feet.Fold your hands together and press lightly on top of the sword hilt.

"My name is Liselinte." She said, "you and others, kneel down and serve you."

Hades, who stood at the front, looked at her familiar face, lowered his head to hide the emotions that should not be in his eyes, lifted the hem of his robe and knelt down on one knee.

The mercenaries also knelt down and bowed their heads deeply.

"Long live my emperor! Long live! Long live!!!"

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"Ah sneeze!"

In the minivan speeding down the road, the adjutant was holding a box of tissues, wiping his nose while talking to Rong Hu who was sitting opposite.

"I said Xiao Rong, you are not a good young master, why did you go to that lunatic Feng He to learn some art... Oh, look at what this is like, does it hurt? Do you want to drink water? I'll pour it for you ah."

Rong Hu, who was wrapped up in the shape of a rice dumpling, only showed two pitch-black eyes. He lay on the two rows of seats and shook his head weakly.

The adjutant was still chanting, and Rong Hu went to read Li Shen after he finished.

"You said how could our grandfather die? Anyway, I don't believe it. There isn't even a corpse. It's a lie, no. Anyway, I don't believe it..."

Rong Hu's body hurts like hell, and he has been read all the way by this psychopath, and he almost wants to cut off his ears.If Wang Zhen hadn't told him to go back to Westland with this person, he would have kicked the source of the noise out of the car long ago.

Little Bread headed west, toward an unknown future.

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