On the tawny tree trunks, cicada pupae turned into insects, shaking the air in the bright light and making a monotonous sound. The trees grew in the high yard, and not far from the trunks, hibiscus flowers were in bud.
.
In front of the wooden building in the distance, the woman held the railing with one hand and looked at the sunshine and flower trees in front of her, lost in thought.
Far to the south, there is her hometown, but she may never go back.
The raindrops "popped" on the leaves of the hibiscus flower. She raised her head slightly, and the raindrops fell in the blink of an eye. She raised her head and pinched the skirt of her chest with one hand, feeling the coolness coming from outside the eaves. From her
From the room behind him, a tall but gentle Jurchen general walked out. Wanyan Xiyin, the "Goddess of the Valley", came over, stopped his wife's shoulders, and looked at the sky with her.
A sudden heavy rain fell on Dadingfu, which had begun to become prosperous. The ancient city of Beijing was bathed in sunshine and rain...
After going to Huining Mansion in Beijing, Wanyan Zonghan stepped up the steps and walked into the Jurchen Palace. He met the giant bear-like emperor and Wanyan Wu begged for money.
Stepping into the door, the other party was already smiling not far away, waiting for him with open hands.
Two hundred miles away from Shangjing, cavalry teams were running under the sky. Near the huge military camp, Jurchen soldiers came and went in groups, and cavalry teams came in and out. On the high platform of the huge school ground, the military god Wanyan Zongwang stood with his hands clenched in fists, looking at thousands of people.
Tens of thousands of Jurchen soldiers were trained, their faces were solemn, and they were not angry but powerful.
The wind blew over, and the huge flag, together with his cloak, rustled in the wind. At a certain moment, he raised his fist in the wind, and the sun shone down. In the sky in front of him, the shouts of countless soldiers shook the sky.
The murderous intent spreads...
dark night.
The grass carpet undulated under the starry night, like gentle waves. Under the light of the stars and the moon, the wolf straightened its neck and howled in the direction of the moon.
The sound of wolves was like the ocean tide. But it was far away. In the field of vision, horse hooves were passing by, one, two... gradually becoming an array of dozens or hundreds. In the distance, they were grouped in the light of the fire.
The yurt and the horse team belong to this huge tribe, Mongolian
The women, welcoming the returning warriors, put down their riding whips, untied the cloth bags on their bodies, and handed the food and treasures to the people who came over. Among the team, someone raised a bloody human head, which meant that there was a bloody head on the grassland.
The fall of a famous hero.
The surrounding crowd, under the starry night and in the light of the fire, shouted!
Several hundred feet away from here, in the large yurt in the center of the tribe, the Demon God stood up, opened the tent and came out. The heroes of the grassland followed him.
The night wind blows through this huge tribe, passing by the yurts one by one, and the bonfires are flourishing. The cold autumn is approaching.
Bianliang, a huge city, is showing a depressed look. The traces left by the rebellion that shocked the world earlier have not been removed on this city. Now, 20% of the people in this city have gone.
In the Jinluan Palace, the newly enthroned emperor sat on the dragon throne, looking at the memorial in his hand and making a majestic look. In the court below, officials debated, quarreled, and tit-for-tat. A trace of confusion flashed through his eyes...
Somewhere in the south, Lin Zongwu, the world's best master who looked like Maitreya, stood on the cliff, looking at the sky to the north. There were subordinates behind him who were waiting for his answer. At a certain moment, he waved his hand and said,
The subordinates took the order and went.
Then come to Beijing.
There was absolutely no joy on his face.
To the north, in a small village close to the post road, a man named Mu Yi sat beside a stone mill, watching his wife busy not far away, and looking at the road in the distance, his eyes passing blankly.
This world... has changed...
To the west, the army was walking on a long and spreading road. Next to it, before and after, there were horse teams and carriages waiting to follow. They were an escape team that defied the world. At this moment, there was an atmosphere of confusion among the team, but among them
There is still strong pride in his eyes.
At a certain moment, the scout's horse team came from behind, passed through the back row of the team, and followed a carriage in the middle. A little in front of the carriage, the one-eyed general was also looking at him.
"Report, the one at the rear...is catching up..."
In the carriage, a man named Ning Yi stuck his head out and closed the small book he was writing in. In front of him, the one-eyed general looked over. The carriage, scouts, and military formations were all moving forward. At a certain moment, Ning
Yi finally spoke.
"Then..." He opened his mouth.
…
"Fight."
…
In the air, a long knife was swung.
Soon there will be a bloody storm...
The vision is pushed away from the sky!
It traverses and traces back the long river of time, from the primitive days, to slash-and-burn cultivation, to the gathering and dispersing of tribes, to the abdication of the First Emperor, to the enfeoffment of emperors, the reproduction, prosperity, departure, and decline of people from generation to generation, people fighting, fighting, and friendship.
Combination. Troubled times are coming, when the black knight splits the earth, the world is overturned, and heroes shed blood, there will always be a prosperous age.
And we just need to watch and watch, hoping that the few spots of light they leave here will spread across the long river and continue until we...
Become a better person.
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Welcome to "Episode 1* Jiangning Morning Breeze"
"Episode 2*Pool of Dark War"
"Episode 3*Dragon Snake"
"Episode 4*Wildfire"
"Episode 5*Feast"
"Episode 6* Huma's Journey to Yinshan"
"Episode 7*Junwang Sheji"
The first half is finished.
About to enter the eighth episode, "Lao Cang River"
(The blue strands on the road are used to open up the mountains and forests in "Zuo Zhuan") (To be continued.)
ps: ps1: When writing this chapter, I was listening to Yang Peiyi’s "Singing the Motherland".
ps2: In the end, it’s not just to make up the words, the number of words is already one thousand and five.
ps3: The release of the eighth episode still needs time to conceive and organize.
ps4: Although it is about to start intermittent again, I still ask for a monthly ticket. Although it is the end of the month, I will not issue individual chapters.