The sun was tilted, and the army of Dongchang looked at the ship island, waiting for the battle.

On the deck of the flagship, facing the dazzling light and floating water from the river, Zeng Shiquan narrowed his eyes, took out a small handkerchief and wiped it on his forehead. His expression seemed a little irritable. He left his pillow, first, because he was told to everyone that he was inconvenient, and second, he saw that he was smart, and wanted to use his wings. However, this kid said it without any rules, and said it and did it when he picked up the matter. He dared to cross himself and asked for orders directly in front of the governor. He was so arrogant that he would purse him in Junshan. He thought to himself, muttering in his mouth, and heard Cao Xiangfeiying's eyebrows slanted: "Tell me how many times, you have to say the cruel things, and do things in a desperate way, and don't change your mind, and recite the curse of regret less," Zeng Shiquan shrank his head: "Yes, boss,"

A large umbrella was held up on the outer fence of the ship building. Chang Sihao and Guo Shuronghua sat under the umbrella through a small tea table. Seeing that he was observing the ship island, Guo Shuronghua looked a little depressed, so he advised him to rest in the building. Chang Sihao waved his hand and said, "Since the governor knew that Fang Zhennuo was a false surrender, why did he let him go?"

Guo Shuronghua smiled: "Since ancient times, soldiers have never been tired of deceit. Fang Zhennuo understands politics and is a talent. He is different from those who work hard in the world. After all, Ji Yeping and others cannot persuade him. Send him there, on the one hand, and on the other hand, he can fully see the background of these people clearly."

Chang Sihao had no expression and understood: This was not just for Fang Zhennuo to come to see him alone.

As my mind wandered, the sound of chanting Buddha's name with both wings seemed to be loud in my ears. The one on the left was Huo Ligu Wensang Sonam Gyatso, and the one on the right was Xiaoshan Zongshu.

Looking around, among the martial arts people on the "Anti-Rebellion Heroes" ship, Xiaoshan Zongshu's big head was quite dazzling. At this moment, he looked like he closed his eyes and recited the Buddha's name, but he felt a lonely and lonely Qing who was out of the matter, even outside the world.

The sound of the Buddhist chant is low, and the resonance generated through the chest and abdominal cavity is clear and vague, as if the world in front of you.

Before, when Guo Shuronghua invited him and Lu Huangqiao to the flagship to discuss matters, he kept nodding, but he didn't stand up just now. Those who talked to Ji Yeping were Lu Huangqiao, Shi Bianxiu, and Huo Qiuhai and others. Now, seeing that he was chanting Buddha's name with his head down, it seemed that his whole person had changed. This feeling made people dazed, as if even the whole world was stranger.

Maybe he was wrong, but there was nothing wrong with what he did, because monks also had to live, and life was the greatest politics.

Politics is not dirty. It should be as neutral as violence. Violence survives destruction. Politics survive in game. Survival requires selfishness. To a certain extent, patriotism, family and national justice are nothing more than the selfishness of individuals to the selfishness of ethnic groups. No matter how it is decorated with words such as justice and glory, hypocrisy still flows out from the sacred fingers. From this point of view, standing from the perspective of Juhao Pavilion and from the perspective of Dongchang are the same narrow-minded. There is no difference between the rivers and lakes and temples. His beliefs conflict with your beliefs, my morality sways his morality. How can the universe be reversed? There is no good or evil in the world? Everyone is just living.

Retracting his gaze, Chang Sihao felt a feeling of depression in his heart, as if it was a barrier from the world. For the first time, he felt that Wu Dao was escaping the world, Yan Linyuan's wandering, and Changsun Xiaochi's retreat had positive and happy elements. At least it retained spirituality and part of human dignity and innocence.

If you can't understand, why not respect each other? If you can't respect each other, why not go your separate ways? There are too many beautiful scenery in life, how heartbreaking it is to use life for disputes and hurts.

In the visual sense, there was a change on the boat island. Fang Zhengnuo was twitching Ji Yeping's mouth, looking like he was arguing.

"According to the view of the marquis, will they surrender?"

Guo Shuronghua's words brought Chang Sihao back to reality. He felt the sweat on the back of the chair and the cold sweat. It took him a long time to realize the meaning. He almost didn't have to think about the answer, but he still maintained the necessary caution: "What does the governor think,"

Ji Yeping held the head in his hand, stepped on the blood on the deck and took two steps back, looking at Fang Zhennuo: "Xiao Fang, I heard it right, you actually asked me," Fang Zhennuo: "Now, there is only this road," Ji Yeping looked at him in disbelief: "Do you know what you are talking about? Have you really defected to the East Factory?"

Fang Zhennuo followed and made progress: "The emperor issued an order to open the sea, and the people's hearts must be settled. Moreover, the spread of the five-party talks is known everywhere. The rise of the stolen will never be echoed as expected. First, the Ming army's ships are strong and cannons are powerful, and you and I still have swords, guns and spears in your hands. No matter your martial arts are superb than flesh and blood, how can you resist the firearms?" He lowered his voice further, "Third, the emperor wants to attack Juhao Pavilion, in order to intimidate the people and win people's hearts. Please surrender and you and I still have the opportunity to turn the battlefield from the river to the court. You must understand: what we want is not death, but victory, so at this moment, we must never let these brothers die in vain."

Ji Yeping stared at her eyes wide, and the muscles around her cheekbones were pounding, as if there were a few shrimps hidden under her skin.

Fang Zhennuo's eyes swept across Lu Taiheng, Lang Xingke and others with hostile faces, and said, "You don't have to look at me like this. You should go and see the boat on the stairs. Who is sitting next to Guo Shuronghua? You know more about the Qin family than me, but he can quit urgent and endure it. Why can't we? Now everyone is in the Jedi, and the Lushan brothers cannot come to find them. Gutian's rescue is even more slim. Even if you wait for an opportunity to rebel after surrender, it's better than suffering a loss in front of you."

Lu Taiheng, Lang Xingke and Yu Tie are in Chengdu to achieve the transformation of power and change. They are deeply aware that the soldiers are a trick. It is not necessary to use this method to escape. After hearing this, they all thought in their hearts. Feng Quanxiao knew that the opportunity was evil and did not want to escape by surrender, but he was careful to see what others thought. Feng Hongye seemed to have heard nothing, staring at Yun Bianqing in the distance and was in a daze.

Chu Yuan, Hu Feng and He Xi kept squatting next to Jiang Wan's body. These words were heard. The three of them exchanged their eyes and slowly stood up. Chu Yuan said, "People, Military Master Fang is right. A real man can bend and stretch, so let's bear it for a while." Ji Yeping couldn't believe his ears: Their mentor You Lao died of serious injuries with Guo Shuronghua. At this moment, his three junior brother Jiang Wan was on the ground again. Others were humiliated for a while. They shouldn't have to... Suddenly, he saw He Xi slightly gesture behind Chu Yuan. Due to the angle, Fang Zhennuo couldn't see it. He moved his heart and immediately understood the intention of the three.

Fang Zhennuo said: "Brother Chu, we are nothing more than that. If you want to use the fraudulent surrender to pass the Fire Network and go to the Dongchang flagship to perform a counterattack, this road is really not working. Guo Shuronghua is very smart. I am afraid that he will be clear about my true purpose of this trip. The imperial edict says that the surrender can be pardoned. He is just pretending to be a gesture. If you and I take action, it is equivalent to giving someone a handle and giving him an excuse to deal with us."

Lu Taehyung said: "As a result, he has let you come here for ulterior motives. We are afraid that we will fall into the trap of our own deception."

Fang Zhennuo said: "No, if he knew that I was coming to persuade him to surrender, he would have guessed that under this situation, everyone would choose to surrender, but he was willing to accept all of these, because this person had a very high level of talent and had the confidence to sway the enemy in his palms and control it under his command."

Ji Yeping laughed: "Who did he think he was, a little eunuch, and he also wanted to learn to be our eldest son,"

The laugh was extremely loud and the words were heard far away. Not only did the two young men who drove a boat to send Fang Zhengnuo to hear it clearly, but Yun Bianqing and Kang Huai could hear it clearly, but even the army of Dongchang could hear it clearly.

The samurai warriors all knew what this meant for the other party to hear, but they were unexpectedly quiet. Their bodies, which were tied together, floated and sank in the waves with the hull, and their tattered long clothes fluttered in the wind, as if they were covered with sore holes, with high insertion and low covering, and winding battle flags.

The whites of his eyes were pressing against the black pupils, without blinking, without expression. Chang Sihao could understand and be very familiar with those eyes.

Some jade is destined to crack in response to the sound, while some steel is destined to bend rather than bend.

I saw Ji Yeping leaned over and placed the head on the deck, lifted up his red gun, staring at the five hundred bloody people under the setting sun: "Brothers, you followed me, but I took you to die. This seems wrong, but for me, I gave you a place to settle down, give you dreams and homes. From the day you entered the pavilion, you have sworn to be loyal to the Pavilion Master and Juhao. At this moment, this is the place to fulfill your oath."

No one responded, and the huge quiet made the entire boat island look like a cemetery floating on the water.

Guo Shuronghua murmured: "Good man, it's true that he has feelings and righteousness." On the lower deck, Zeng Shiquan couldn't help but chuckle.

Chang Sihao's eyes were straight.

“Life is not about dying, life is hope.”

As if with the heat of sand and dust, Lord Cheng's words echoed in his ears. That day, the soldiers and civilians died for the city. Now, how many times have they missed the rotation of the sun and the moon, and how many mornings and evenings? If everything can be repeated, will everyone be the same as before, and keep changing their original intentions and move forward?

And what about myself.

How long have I been in the world? Should I feel guilty, should I be grateful, should I forget, should I remember, can I break through, can I sink into it? Should I be called "survival"? The blood man on the ship is like his original mirror, and is his old blood still there? Is it because of cowardice? Is the so-called maturity just deceiving oneself?

Behind it, this one was pressing against the chair, and behind it was cold by sweat, it seemed like a hand was pressing on it. Yes, it was pushing itself forward, as if only by rushing, it could leave everything behind.

Is this the hand of fate or the hand of selfishness? If you don’t want to, you will disappear? Will waiting have an end? Can survival be used as an excuse for everything? Will dreams be put on hold due to helplessness?

Brother Chen, Yin'er, Juexiang, Ayao, Xu Laojun, Cheng Lian'an, Zheng League Leader, Young Master Liao, Guo Shuronghua, Emperor Longqing, border town soldiers and civilians, Juhao warriors, foreign soldiers and tatars... One by one, familiar, strange faces flashed rapidly, like books that quickly turned pages. They closed their eyes as if they were sleeping, their expressions were peaceful, their eyebrows, eye sockets, nose bridges, and lips were printed together, and they were removed layer by layer. Suddenly, all eyes were opened, wide and wide, and others were blurred. There was a wasteland in their sight, and only eyes, eyes, eyes, eyes...

Why do you look at me like this, wanting to seek, wanting to mercy, being resentful, loneliness, hatred, or being comprehended... These eyes suddenly began to rotate, gather, lengthen, grow, become one, stand upright, and blink gently, and an abyss unfolded.

The space outside the abyss is boundless black.

In the abyss, it is boundlessly dark.

"The word "门" is a sign of a person facing a gap, which means that the person is in a dilemma and faces a choice," Zhu Qing's voice came from the abyss with a bright echo.

choose……

That means giving up.

Can a person satisfy everyone?

Or, just be yourself.

"This character Jiao is an adult, with two villains on his shoulders..."

Two villains...

After waiting, Chang Sihao suddenly figured out something.

Only four people present knew about the first meeting between him and Alliance Leader Zheng. Alliance Leader Zheng would not tell Guo Shuronghua, that is, there was only one answer: Jing Lingyu or Xiaoqing, one of them always fell into the hands of Dongchang.

When she was in Junshan, the treasure ship of Baijiao was sunk by artillery fire, and there was no light rain in the body. She was very awake at that time and could confirm that even if she was not dead, she would not fall into the hands of the East Factory.

Then there is only Xiaoqing.

She disappeared for no reason at the Sword Alliance General Assembly. It is said that it is very likely that Ma Mingshao let it go secretly. Could it be that he was transferred to the East Factory? Without asking, Guo Shuronghua's words were all questioned by Xiao Qing. Under this situation, his intention to secretly reveal this sentence was obvious.

Xiaoqing is the only blood of Alliance Leader Zheng. No matter what, she must keep her.

Juexiang's trip was transferred from the Nanzhen Fushi and listened to him under his command, which was equivalent to being in his control, so that I could not move rashly. If Xiaoqing was also in his hands...

At this moment, a change occurred on the ship island. A bushi said, "What do we mean?" People were upset and immediately became chaotic, and they shouted and scolded, "What is it, nothing counts, he is responsible for saying, we will die." "Ji Yeping, what do you mean by what you give me? Juhao Pavilion is not your own," "What do you treat us as, we are not your dog," "You can say this, and Master Changsun Pavilion can say, and anyone can say it, but you are not worthy of saying it," "Even if you are loyal, it is not loyal to you," "Why do you decide," "Juhao Pavilion is today, not because of you," "I didn't expect you to be such a person," for a moment, sadness, anger, resentment, and disappointment all kinds of emotions burst out from the faces of the warriors. At the beginning, they were just the people who threw the sword just now and said, and gradually, the attitudes of some people who supported Ji Yeping also changed.

"Stop it," Ji Yeping pointed a red gun in his hand: "You traitors, when things are about to come, aren't you greedy for life and death? Get out, Master Ji has this red gun in his hand, so you don't need any waste,"

A blood warrior stepped forward and said to Feng Hongye, Lu Taiheng and others: "Emperor Feng, Mr. Lu, Mr. Lang, Mr. Yu, Mr. Feng, we all have been following the Lord Changsun over the years. Everyone followed him and obeyed him. What is this now? You have seen Ji Yeping's appearance. He is not worthy of being the Lord. What should we do about this? Let me tell you a message."

Feng Hongye turned his head and looked at Lu Taehyung and the other four, then swept around the faces of these blood warriors, and said, "It's not your turn to be worthy or not,"

The blood warrior was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that he would say this. Seeing that Lu Taehyung and others didn't say anything, it was obviously the same thing. He couldn't help but feel extremely disappointed. He smiled twice and nodded, "Okay, a real man He Xi died. I didn't want to leave alive this time, but now, I realized that I was wrong. I was wrong from the beginning. We were not worthy. Yes, we were indeed not worthy, but if we wanted everyone to die for you, you were not worthy,"

He raised the long sword in his hand over his eyebrows and opened his eyes and stared at Ji Yeping: "I, Xia Yansi, burning incense for 43 years in Jiajing, retreating from the pavilion," he swung his hand, and threw the long sword out, piercing into the water. Then someone else was a little far away, but he didn't look at Ji Yeping, but he just folded his knees to Jiang Wan's body: "I, Hua Chenglong, burning incense for 45 years in Jiajing, retreating from the pavilion," behind him and on other ships, people followed suit, proclaiming Jiang Wan's body, and threw the weapons into the water.

Feng Hongye, Lu Taiheng and others did not speak or move. They watched them get off the boat and put away the anchor stones, and go down the wind with the setting sun, and go to the east factory army, Chu Yuan, Hu Feng and He Xi, and the other three were expressionless.

There were still more than a dozen people left, some of them were Ji Ye's daily close-fitting entourage, while others stood scattered.

Himeji sneered, "Aren't you leaving?"

The follower: "Everyone has their own ambitions," Ji Yeping looked back with a cold face: "Where are you?" The other laughed, with a cough in his laughter: "Master, we have obtained your feelings," "Brother Ping, please stop teasing, now I am very tired of laughing," "Hey, why are you calling Brother Ping? This is too disrespectful to Master Ping," "What, I think it's good to call Brother Ping," "Yes, didn't you always call him that before, but I'm not used to calling Master Tong," and everyone laughed, as if the relationship suddenly became great.

Feng Hongye, Lu Taiheng, Lang Xingke, Yu Tiecheng and Feng Quanxiao looked at the scene, but their eyes became wet, and Yu Tiecheng was even crying.

"Madman," Ji Yeping turned his face away, "Xiao Fang, you are not leaving yet,"

Fang Zhennuo: "You think I am, what they understand, will I not understand?"

"Oh..." The dozen or so people started to coax, and the atmosphere was as relaxed as if they were having a party.

Ji Yeping said: "Are you crazy enough? Go back? This is not your place to show off your power." He waved his gun and made a sweeping action similar to cleaning, lifting the fake Qu Hewen's head into a pool of blood and sank in the pile of corpses.

"Second brother," Fang Zhennuo was really anxious: "Think about it carefully. If Brother Changsun was here, what would have been done?"

"I have no idea,"

After shouting this sentence, Ji Ye calmed down there, and the blood on his face gradually faded into a cool tone: "He is him, I am me,"

"Bada, BADA," thick drops of blood dripped from the end of the sticky spear tassel. In the pool of blood, the reflection rippled slightly, and Ji Yeping inside swayed, as if standing between the sky and the fire.

Fang Zhennuo looked straight and understood in his heart: With this sentence, he had already walked out of Changsun Xiaochi's shadow, and no one could stop him anymore.

At this moment, someone on the ship that abandoned the equipment and headed towards the east factory was looking back, as if he suddenly understood all this, and shouted loudly: "No, the master is urging us," a sentence was like a splash of snow, which made everyone react. At this time, the ship was approaching the East Factory fleet, and Jiang Liubing was extremely difficult to turn around. After abandoning the weapons, the warriors were unarmed and looked back at the figures of Ji Yeping and others on the ship island. Suddenly, their thoughts were concentrated together, and they raised their fists and shouted: "Work hard," at that time, several people grabbed a paddle and paddled hard. The ship accelerated toward the East Factory fleet.

It was obvious that they were going to use a boat to sank the other party. Ji Yeping didn't expect them to be like this, and it was too late to stop them.

Suddenly, Feng Hongye pointed forward: "Look, there is someone behind the East Factory,"
Chapter completed!