For a Prosperous World

The figure under the light dazzled, and Zheng Zheng stood behind the railing with his hands behind him, and the clouds drifted away in the twilight.

Vaguely in the sky, the star and the moon were with the weeping sun that was about to fall, and the sound of Jin Ming, who was far away, was about to go to night.

The old tree branch by the railing moved lightly, as if tugging at the twilight.

With his hands on the railing, he lowered his head to look at his chest.

At the meeting today, the sword came straight at him.

He really felt that moment of life and death, the next moment he would die.

Human life is really fragile.

Will I die someday?

He looked up at the picturesque rivers and mountains in the twilight. In this spring and autumn, suddenly.

Looking at the mountains and rivers, but not as if looking at the mountains and rivers.

He remembered the hand that held the blade, and the image of the day and night that had not changed.

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Gaiene walked between the courts with his sword, and now he was closed to Wang Jianshi.

In the past few days, his name has spread widely. It is said that the person's sword skill is amazing. One sword cut off one of the three fierce swords called the sword by the swordsman wind beard with an ordinary sword. Assassin's sword Can Hong, killed the assassin Jing Jing who stabbed the mourn.

Known as the first swordsman of the Daqin, some people even called him swordsman. At first, many people approached his door and met him with Yi Jian.

Of course, he didn't pay much attention to these things, but at this time he was focusing on doing one thing.

Looking for a pendant in the palace.

He has been searching in this palace for several days, and it can be said that he has visited most of the palace.

There are no women in this house with children.

There were white flowers on both sides of the road, and Gai Nie walked on the road with no footsteps.

There was a trotting sound from a distance, and Gai Nie stopped and stood with his sword in place.

A boy in a black robe was running past him with a white flowering branch.

Gaine saw a rope around his neck.

"Wait."

The little boy stopped and looked back, panting slightly at the adult who called himself.

"Is there a problem?"

Gainie turned to look at the boy. He carefully held the flower branch in his hand, as if he was afraid of breaking it.

"What are you going to do?" Guyne asked, looking anxiously at the boy.

"I'll send this flower to my mother. It rained when I came last time."

"I heard that the flowers are picked and they will die soon, so I will send them soon."

Gainie looked at the boy, with a seemingly faint smile on his face.

"Your mother likes this flower?"

"Um." The boy looked at the flower in his arms and nodded with a smile. "But this flower only blooms for a short time each year."

Gaine squatted in front of the boy and looked at the rope around the boy's neck. It seemed to be a pendant, but the pendant was hidden in his clothes.

"Then why didn't your mother come out to see for herself?"

"This." The boy scratched his own hair and looked at the distant side hall. "The mother is sleeping underground, and hasn't got up in a long time."

In the eyes of the boy, Gai Nie also looked at it.

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Looking back at the boy, he pointed at the rope around the boy's neck: "Can you show me this?"

The boy hesitated for a moment, and seemed to feel that the person in front of him was not malicious, and then slowly took out the pendant from his collar.

It was half a green pendant, and half was said to be because the pendant was broken in half and only half was left. In a half circle, the lines carved on it are exactly the same as those painted by Jing Jing.

"What's your name?" Gayne asked, dropping the sinker.

"My name is Tianming."

"Last name?"

The boy looked puzzledly at Guyne without knowing why he asked so much.

But still said: "Jing, Jing Tianming."

He is now close to Wang Jianshi, but he can guard the side of King Qin, naturally he will know more.

A few days ago, King Qin had begun ordering a thorough investigation of the people in Jingdi.

I am afraid that the child's identity will be known to King Qin not long.

At the same time, the city was under martial law, because there was no news for several days, Jing Ye told him that there would already be a place to cope.

Gaiene stood up, walked to the side of the tree, picked a bunch of the best flowers on the tree, and plucked it.

Handed it to the boy: "Give me your mother."

"I'll see you again in a few days."

To leave Qin Palace, you need to prepare something.

The boy took the flower, looked at the person leaving in doubt, glanced at the flower in his hand, and seemed to be afraid of the flower dying, and left in a hurry.

The city was very dull, and the soldiers silently leaned against the city.

They have been standing there for many days, and Qin Jun has been reluctant to return, and the nearby cities have been broken one after another.

Today, there is a lone city in Daliang City.

Rarely did the Qin army attack the city. A soldier leaned on the side of the city, holding his Chang Ge in his arms, pressed his helmet, blocked the sun shining directly into his eyes, and lay on the dried blood. Resting with his eyes closed.

Most people in the city are like this, there is no sound at all, yes, it will only be the sound of the rubbing of the armor brought out by turning over.

On the banks of the Yellow River and the Gully, soldiers of the Qin Army lined up the gully, and the water flowed.

"Boom boom boom."

The city's head shook slightly, startling the soldier lying on the city resting.

There was a sound from outside the beam city, getting closer and closer, until it became a trembling sound.

The man who looked like a collar stood up, stood by the city, and looked outside, speechless.

On the rivers outside the city, the flood rushed down and covered the sky, as if the Tianhe was flowing.

The water rushed over the city of Daliang City, making the city tremble.

The water poured in, flooding the streets and flooding the houses.

There were wailing and crying for help in the city.

There is more to chaos.

"Dang." With a soft whistle, Chang Ge in the hands of a soldier fell to the ground. He looked at the city, fell down with a trembling, and fell to the ground.

Holding his head, looking at the ground in despair, he cried for a long, long time.

The voice was suppressed, but his face was blood-red, with blue veins spreading around his neck.

He whispered, "Qin Gou, Qin Gou."

But he couldn't yell at his voice, and became a mournful wailing.

No one knew what he was crying about. Maybe there were relatives in that city, or parents, or wives and children.

But who is not?

Wei Guo was broken. How many people stood here, and it was n’t their house that was destroyed?

Meng Wu stood on the mountain on a horse ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ looked down at the turbulent water flowing down the mountain.

Beside him, Meng Tian and Wang Ye looked pale.

Meng Wu turned his horse, walked down the mountain, and said lightly, "Look, haven't you killed anyone? This is a war."

The flood disappeared the girders, but the girders still remained there for three months, and the soldiers in that city were mad at people.

Until March, Daliang City surrendered King Wei.

The city gate opened, and King Wei sat on a small boat and surrendered from the city, looking dumb and without any vitality.

There was a sound of drifting beside the boat. King Wei turned around and saw a corpse floating on the water, passing by the boat.

He retracted his gaze and looked at the army of Qin Jun in the distance and the Qin Banner.

He whispered, "Bad Qin, when there is nature."

This year, Wei died.