The breeze blew gently, blew the black-bottomed gold-edged cloak on Weizhuang's body, and the silver threads fluttered in the wind. Looking at the old friend in front of him, Weizhuang was speechless for a moment. Opposite him was a gentle gentleman who was as gentle as jade, wearing a lilac Confucian Confucian uniform with a white light shirt, and a green jade pendant on his waist swayed slightly. It was Zhang Liang, a Confucian Mr. Zhang San.

The orange-red light shone, and the shark teeth suddenly came out of the sheath and swept towards Zhang Liang. Zhang Liang curled his mouth and leaned back slightly to avoid the extremely powerful barbaric sweep. At the same time, he suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist to block the shark teeth. The white sword light and the orange-red sword light intertwined continuously. Ling Xu and the shark teeth collided with each other, and dazzling sparks spread wildly in the air as the friction between the swords and the swords were rubbed.

Time is ruthless, and most of the old friends are destroyed in this ruthless river of history. What remains today is no longer the recklessness and spirit of the youth.

With white hair flying, Wei Zhuang followed Zhang Liang to the roof, and suddenly swung the shark teeth in his hand and cut the half of the flying eaves. Cold light shone everywhere, and the shark teeth and Ling Xu collided again. When the two jumped down in the air, they fought dozens of moves again. Suddenly, the light of red and blue blending flashed, and a man with a deep-sighted look appeared in front of the two.

The man had a scumbag, his eyes were full of sorrow, and his white scarf was floating in the wind. The man in front of him was Shen Lang, the "No. 1 hero in the world". None of the three of them spoke, but just looked at each other and smiled.

"The smoke of gunpowder has been drifting to the distant end for a long time, and the battlefield has been covered by wind and sand. The shouting is silent in the silence, and the ancient sword is rotten in the wind. The soul who survives for battle begins to fight for survival. In an era without a trumpet, survival is the only long road." Zhang Liang stood in front of the cliff, watching the calm river surface slightly lifting white waves, and said to the old friend behind him.

"The old era has ended, the new era has begun, and everyone must learn to survive in the new era. Is it, zifang? Alang?" A low voice came from Weizhuang's mouth. Looking at Zhang Liang, a smile appeared on Weizhuang's face, which had been cold all the time.

Today is a beautiful and sunny day, which is a good day to gather together. But all the old friends of the past have changed their appearance, and only the original intention is not forgotten. If there is still the original intention, I believe I will not forget it.

Zhang Liang turned his head to look at Wei Zhuang and said, "Zi said that the dead are like this, and the dead are like this." "The virgin womb, which was so energetic back then, began to feel sentimental." Wei Zhuang chuckled. Listening to the sing of seagulls, Zhang Liang was silent for a moment and said, "What about you? It seems that there has not changed at all." "What do you think?" "Becoming the weapon in the hands of the Tang Dynasty and the Qin Dynasty is not the original intention of the founding of the quicksand?" Shen Lang suddenly looked at Wei Zhuang and said, "The original intention of the creation of the quicksand..."

Looking at the sea, the three of them fell silent at the same time. Zhang Liang spoke again: "Everyone must learn to survive in this new era, which seems to be an elegant excuse. Your Highness Honglian, what do you think?" Zhang Liang turned his head and looked at Chi Lian, who was silent behind him and smiled.

"There is no Your Highness here, only Chi Lian of quicksand." Chi Lian chuckled, her expression on her face did not change at all, but a hint of heartache flashed in Zhang Liang's eyes, and Shen Lang sighed slightly. The innocent little princess back then turned into an extremely cold-blooded killer in front of her. His death completely lost her original appearance, or made her mature a lot.

Chi Lian held his shoulder and continued, "There is no excuse for quicksand. The excuse is for those who need to escape." Hearing this, Zhang Liang's expression slightly condensed, and Shen Lang's face also changed. Wei Zhuang also looked at Zhang Liang and said, "Zifang, what are you escaping?" "Maybe it's just like this to survive, I forgot my original intention little by little." Zhang Liang looked at the distance and said calmly. Yes, in order to survive, people will always become what they hate.

"Don't avoid ministers when punishing them, and rewarding them with good deeds." Wei Zhuang said calmly. Zhang Liang smiled: "The oath created by Liusha at the beginning..." "The law of heaven and earth is not sluggish, even if there is no dependence on the country." "The law is implemented to safeguard the country and establish the country." "The chivalrous people violate the ban with martial arts, and Confucians use literature to disrupt the law. These so-called chivalrous people, hum, are the biggest source of chaos in the country."

At this time, the three of them seemed to have returned to that day, and they could even see the beautiful and energetic young master pointing in front of them and talking about their ideals. The sentence "I want ninety-nine in the world of these countries" was also vaguely echoing in front of them. Unfortunately, the person who said this sentence had long been swallowed up by the long river of time.

"Do you know why he wanted to create quicksand while proposing the five worms?" Wei Zhuang asked. Zhang Liang replied without hesitation: "Use punishment to stop punishment, and use skills to know evil." "Yes, this is quicksand, this is the real purpose of the founding of quicksand."

"I heard that you have been investigating the cause of his death?" Shen Lang said to Wei Zhuang. "Aren't you the same?" Wei Zhuang replied with a smile. Suddenly, a breeze rose, and a green leaf floated to the feet of the three people. The footsteps behind him came. The three people and Chi Lian turned around at the same time, and the person they had dreamed of meeting was a person they wanted to see.

The clothes are luxurious purple, decorated with golden cumbersome patterns. The hair crown is also very gorgeous, and the purple hairband shows his noble origin. His flying thick eyebrows, deep peach blossom eyes, and a handsome and cheerful smile show that he is not focused on details, values ​​affection and righteousness, and is not afraid of hardships and is brave to move forward.

Seeing the smiling man, Chi Lian's eyes turned red, and tears shone in her eyes: "Brother...Brother!" She wanted to call the person in front of her, but her voice trembled and choked unconsciously. Chi Lian's appearance in front of her would definitely be shocked to see it. This witch would even cry when she was sad. I'm afraid no one remembered that she was once a noble princess, and the only one who could make Princess Honglian so moved was the ninth son of the former South Korea, Han Fei.

Han Fei smiled slightly, narrowed his unique and charming peach blossom eyes, looked at the mature sister in front of him and said, "I have become beautiful." Just one sentence instantly made tears flow out, and only his brother would say that he has become beautiful to himself.

He joked at Shen Lang who was standing next to Honglian: "I'm old, I'm not as good-looking as before." "Young Master Ninth..." The person I wanted to see was right in front of me, but Shen Lang just spoke but found that he didn't know what to say.

Han Fei then turned his head to look at Wei Zhuang and said, "You have not changed much, but it is still so cold." Wei Zhuang looked at Han Fei, who was still not changing at all in front of him, and said, "Virtuality, reality, dreamland."

Han Fei sighed and looked at Dahai with his back to everyone, saying, "Does the destiny of heaven be difficult, or will people conquer nature? I have been thinking before, how much power can change in the face of fate?" Zhang Liang's eyes were instantly wet, and Honglian walked up and said, "Brother, you have changed a lot." As he said that, a drop of crystal tears slid down the corners of his eyes. In front of Han Fei, Chi Lian was always the innocent Honglian.

"It's not enough." Han Fei lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking in his eyes. Wei Zhuang heard this and said, "This is not the world you want." Whether it was a question or a rebuttal, or a statement, it was probably only Wei Zhuang and Han Fei knew.

Han Fei looked at the calm river face, turned his back to everyone and couldn't tell what his expression was. He just took a sip of wine and said, "There is a certainty in the world. As long as I do my best, I have nothing to regret." He said that, but the loneliness in his tone made the hearts of those present tremble violently.

Han Fei turned around, tears flashed in Taohua's eyes, but he was still laughing and saying to everyone: "I'm back just to see my old friend again." After that, he turned to look at Zhang Liang who had not spoken. Time froze in an instant. The two of them said nothing, but they seemed to have said everything, but they looked at ten thousand words at once.

The wind blew, and Han Fei as the yellow sand gradually turned into flowing, fluttered with the wind. Before completely dissipating, Han Fei finally smiled at everyone, and the next moment it completely turned into a flying dust.

The wind sank, as if Han Fei had never appeared just now, but a wine pot was left on the ground.

Chi Lian took two steps forward to pick up the wine pot that Han Fei fell on the ground, proving that what he saw just now was not a dream. She gently hugged the wine pot in her arms, and tears fell silently in her eyes.

After many years, one has three thousand white hair, one has changed into a pink shirt, one has a blue shirt, one has a bright look, and one has not appeared since then.

"I think you should have met Brother Han Fei." An easy-going voice came. When I looked back, it was Li Bai. Li Bai had not changed much compared to more than ten years ago, and it was still the same as before.

"Brother Taibai, long time no see." Zhang Liang smiled and said hello. Li Bai smiled and then said to Wei Zhuang: "It's better to stay in the Tang Dynasty. Brother Han Fei doesn't want to see His Royal Highness Honglian as he is now."

Wei Zhuang narrowed his eyes and said, "Stay here? I'm here just to investigate that matter. I think you understand." Li Bai frowned and said, "Do you doubt Han Fei's death? What about the Tang Dynasty?" Wei Zhuang snorted coldly, "The person who invited me to say that the Tang Dynasty has the answer I want. But now it seems that he has lied to me."

Li Bai heard this and said, "Since that's the case, if you go back and investigate, I will explore the truth of the year in the Tang Dynasty. How about it? After all, I met Brother Han Fei and his death cannot be so unclear. There must be an explanation." Wei Zhuang turned around and said, "If you keep investigating it for ten years and twenty years, you will always find the truth." After that, he started to leave, and Honglian quickly followed Wei Zhuang.
Chapter completed!