Therefore, people know each other.

This has been the two generations in the past.

After asking questions, the young people knew that the thousands of years of past nights will be leaning, and Tang Guan spit out the doubts in his heart at a stone that can't speak.

"General, what is the superior?"

"After a thousand years, the people's hearts are not old, good people have no good report, and those who are arrogant are rampant. I have to choose it. I have a talent. Why am I still unhappy?"

"If there is a god in the world, why did he ignore all suffering?"

"What is success and what is defeat?"

"Still saying that for thousands of years, people's hearts have not changed, but they just violate their own intentions?"

"If there is no afterlife, where is I now?"

The general stands quietly. For decades, the question of Tang Guan has been asked, but unfortunately he did not get a response.

The wine in front of him disappeared with the problems after another, and there was also the uneasiness in Tang Guan's eyes. In this warm spring day, he was deeply cold.

There was nothing wrong with the world, and the mediocre people were disturbed. Tang Guan finished drinking the wine in a row, and faced the confusion of the big era with a small man.

Yes, he also felt happy because of warmth. He remembered the old man. Tang Guan was full of talent, and he would live better, so he said that the Buddha said that he would have light.

But he didn't feel that he lived better.

People will have a sense of loneliness. What Tang Guan is about to experience is the beginning of the darkness of Wu Zhou.

Under the strong appearance of Tang Guanji, a cowardly heart has experienced washing again and again. From what to do, what to do. It is two codes.

When he returned to the freshness and confidence of Changan from the end of the rain, he realized that the so -called justice around him had disappeared, good people did not live long, and the confusion of the thousands of years surrounded him. He broke it again and again.

But he repeatedly trapped.

Tang Guanhua's glory has not been able to fight with heaven. He is a small fish who has no intention of falling into the long river of history.

Yes, he is spent his own demon. Even if the six questions are the hearing of Huo Qubing, who is in the middle of his life, he will only be speechless, not to mention a stone statue in front of him.

Is this indecisive?

Tang Guan also began to ask himself, the answer was obviously not, is this a moaning without illness?

Perhaps it is, but a person is not good at medical treatment even if he has his own heart disease, and he talks about going to the medical others.

Tang Guan lost his soul and put down the wine bowl. There was a drunk state, no longer kept kneeling, slowly leaning, and he was helpless. It was forced to go now. From beginning to end

passive.

If there is no quirk, Liu Chunliang and his father Liu Xun who wipes the fire. If there is no corruption, Chen Yunsheng, who is able to obtain peace with his sages. If there is no bandit Martha, if you do n’t have a ghost, you do n’t have the diligence.

"Can I get to this step?" Tang Guan was drunk and half -waking in the middle of the futon. Without these people, he might live a comfortable life in front of the court.

lifetime.

But all this turned back, as if it was doomed, I was in it, could not resist, and farther away.

A woman smiled suddenly in front of Tang Guan's eyes. Looking at the woman in front of her, Tang Guan laughed and reached out to touch, but it was the moon in the mirror, the flowers in the water.

There are so many things happening in the world in a short time.

Originally there was no love or hatred.

"Xun'er." The woman's appearance was very blurry, and Tang Guan couldn't even see the outline clearly before he murmured.

...

Hangzhou, Tang Mansion.

In the water towns in the south, the spring days are softer and warmer than in the north. In this afternoon, the warm wind intoxicated the tourists and the entire Tang family.

Everything was lazy. In the courtyard of the Tang Dynasty, a woman and a girl were knitting knitting trinkets with their heads down. The woman looked fat and gave pointers to the girl from time to time.

In ancient times, when a woman was nine years old, she had reached the age of marriage. If there was a marriage, it would be temporarily arranged. It only took a few years to get married, and then it could be arranged.

The elders of women in the family will also teach their adoptive fathers how to serve their husbands at this time, especially the gentle Jiangnan women. This needlework girl is one of the more basic ones.

"Yeah." There was a sudden pain in the girl's fingertips, and fine drops of blood flowed from the onion-green fingers.

"Xun'er, oh, why are you so careless?" Seeing this, the woman hurriedly took the girl's hand. The girl smiled and said, "It's okay."

People say that there is a playmate beside the Sansheng Stone, who was cultivated by Rao Meilai in the previous life. Just now, the girl suddenly felt a pain in her heart for no reason, and her hands fell into a trance, but she didn't know that it was the person she had been thinking about who was now trapped in the inner demons that she couldn't extricate herself from.

Seeing that the girl's fingers were bleeding, the woman hurriedly stood up and said, "Xun'er, please sit down while I go find some powder."

Seeing the anxious look on the woman's face, the girl's heart warmed up and she nodded obediently. Then the woman turned around and left, leaving the girl alone in the pavilion.

The girl turned her gaze to the lotus leaves that were caressed by the wind outside the pavilion. She frowned slightly and murmured: "Get rid of the disease."

"Click" a drop of blood fell silently on the handkerchief that had not yet been embroidered, and a blood plum blossom bloomed.

When the wind returns, we hear each other again.

Everything is clear and free of debris.

The eyes of the young man outside Chang'an gradually lost focus, and his mind became empty. This may be the emptiness that monks long for most.

But after a long time, the young man cursed loudly, which ruined this scene.

"What the hell am I doing here, am I crazy?"

The young man sat up suddenly and actually laughed.

He shook his head and looked at the statue of the general in front of him, cupped his hands and said: "General, I will come to visit you another day. Your Huns have been driven out, but my Turks have not yet been defeated."

After saying that, he patted his butt and stood up, neatly and simply, completely different from just now.

But just as he reached the door, he turned his head and smiled and said: "General, if I can find the answer one day, I will definitely come here to say goodbye."

No one knows what the young man saw when he worked hard, only that he seemed to have thought of something.

Until he pushed open the door and walked out, there seemed to be something more in the young man, an indescribable determination.

It was dark in the temple. The young man opened the door and the sunlight came in, making him narrow his eyes slightly.

He slightly covered it with his hand, and heard the tinkling sound. The familiar smile appeared on the corner of the young man's mouth again, a kind of unruly and a kind of meaningless.

The young man walked out with his hands behind his back as if nothing had happened.

This place is the beginning of his taking root, and it will soon be the palace of the most arrogant king in history!

One door and three chambers, future generations only saw his scenery, but no one understood what he saw today, at that time.
Chapter completed!