Sheriff, give me a smile~

——Chang’an——

"Mr.zhang, since you said that the living things in the formation cannot be touched, why are we fine when we touch these flowers?"

"Because the flowers are dead."

"Dead" Marco Polo was taken aback.

Zhang Liang leaned over to pick a flower, and the delicate and beautiful flower suddenly withered and turned to burnt gray the moment it detached from the branch.

Accustomed to seeing the strange scenes in this battle, Marco Polo was no longer surprised, but asked, "How did you know?"

Zhang Liang looked down at the withered flower in his hand: "It told me."

Marco Polo frowned: "What can you... hear?"

"All the voices of the universe."

Zhang Liang opened the Lingling book, and the mighty golden words flowed from the book in all directions like rivers and rivers. For a moment, the sky was full of golden mysterious words flying far away, accompanied by the sound of pearls and jade crossing the water. So spectacular.

"receive."

With an order, the words seem to be summoned, and they are quickly withdrawn from the book regularly.

The words and spirit books were closed, the golden light dissipated, and the world returned to peace.

When Marco Polo admired in his heart, he saw Zhang Liang frown: "It was blocked by the barrier?"

"what?"

"Remember what I told you that there are eight gates in the formation, you can go out of the formation if you find the birth gate, and break the formation if you find the eye of the formation?"

"remember."

"In the beginning, I was guided all the way here by the power of the spirit of speech, because the direction it guided was the eye of the formation. But at this moment, the power of the spirit of speech is deliberately blocked by the barrier, and no information can be detected."

If in the weird palaces or caves in the west, Marco Polo has a lot of methods to use when encountering situations such as getting lost, but for this unknown oriental phantom formation, Marco Polo is temporarily helpless.

In this kind of place where there is no distinction between reality and reality, and there is no reference at all, any exploration ability is useless.

"Forget it, maybe this method can be tried." Zhang Liang took off the single mirror.

"Mr. Zhang" Marco Polo raised his eyebrows.

Zhang Liang put down the spiritual book and the single mirror, took a length of black silk from his sleeve and covered his eyes.

"This is……"

"Hush," Zhang Liang stopped him, and picked up the mirror and book from the ground: "Don't talk, just follow me."

When the human eye cannot see, other senses are magnified.

Everything in this formation is fake, what the eyes see is nothingness, and one of the five senses has been abolished. In this case, it is better to temporarily close the eyes to extend the power of the other four senses.

Concentrating and calming down, extending the power of the four senses to all directions, relying on the memory of the past and the judgment in the heart, the panorama of the formation is turned into a microcosm and stored in the bottom of my heart.

Thousands of roads belong to one road, and thousands of voices belong to one voice.

Everything is nothingness, the sky and the earth are clear.

Where the heart feels, where the road goes.

Zhang Liang was not affected by the changes in the surrounding scene at all, he walked freely and smoothly, and he was able to avoid every flying butterfly very skillfully.

He couldn't see it himself, but Marco Polo saw it clearly.

Seeing that Zhang Liang was about to step into the river, Marco Polo suddenly said: "Mr. Zhang, be careful!"

Zhang Liang paused, and then stepped into the river.

"As I said, everything in this formation is fake and unbelievable."

Sure enough, seeing him stepping into the water, it was as if he was walking on the water.

Suddenly, it seemed that he had stepped on a recess, and the soles of his shoes were cold, as if they were soaked in water, but it was only for a moment, and they returned to normal.

Zhang Liang paused, took off the black silk covering his eyes, squatted down and touched the water surface with his hands.

The feeling of touching the air, nothing.

"Mr. Zhang, what's the matter?" Marco Polo also walked to the surface of the water, and when he stepped on a certain place, he suddenly felt strange.But it was only for a moment, and there was no feeling just now.

"I just stepped on the water."

"Didn't you say that everything in the formation is false? Since the river is not a river, how can you step on the water?"

Zhang Liang looked at him meaningfully: "If you touch the truth in the midst of falsehood, what do you think the truth is?"

"The only one that leads to the real outside world..." Marco Polo suddenly realized: "The eye of the formation."

"Of course."

"Where did you step on the water just now?"

"Here," Zhang Liang pointed to one place, "but now it has returned to its original state, and there is nothing left."

Marco Polo put Di Renjie aside, knelt down and thought for a moment: "I seem to have stepped into the water just now."

"where is it?"

"Here." Marco Polo pointed not far away.

Zhang Liang went there and touched it with his hands, but there was still nothing.

"It's strange, there was still a feeling of soaking just now, why is there nothing now?"

"Perhaps," Marco Polo pondered for a moment: "The eyes of the array are constantly moving."

——Chu Han——

"Chen Ping, that kid, is no match for Han Xin's ability to use troops. He was defeated by Gu all the way. Hmph, it seems that he will be able to unify Han in a short time. The old thief Liu Bang miscalculated this time, and Li Jing is just mediocre. Your generation." Xiang Yu threw the battle report on the table and sneered with disdain.

Yu Ji on the side frowned slightly worriedly.

"Ayu, why do you look worried?"

"My lord, I... always feel that things are not easy. Don't you think it's too easy for us to fight this way?"

"Ha, Liu Bang doesn't know people well, and his subordinates are incompetent, so naturally he can't beat Gu. Although Yafu is gone, there are still our troops in the Han army." Xiang Yu patted Yu Ji on the shoulder reassuringly: "Don't think about it." too much."

Yu Ji shook her head.

"You are worried about your senior brother Zhang Liang, don't worry, as long as he surrenders sincerely, Gu will forget the past."

Yu Ji lowered her head, her long chestnut hair slid down to cover half of her beautiful face, as well as the worry in her eyes.

Xingyang is located in the west of Henan, east of Sishui Hulao Pass, north of Fuxi Mountain, and south of Guangwu Mountain.There is a gully connecting Huaihe River and Sishui River in the east, Mangshan Mountain in the north and the Yellow River, Suohe River in the south and Songshan Mountain in the south, and Chang'an in the west.

After the First Battle of Pengcheng, Liu Bang retreated to Xingyang, followed Chen Ping's advice, and adopted a strategy of deploying defensive lines layer by layer and trading space for time to delay the Chu army's offensive.

However, after all, it is just a delay, and sooner or later there will be a day of direct hostility.

The black horse snorted and shook its head uneasily, while Ying Bu grabbed the rein to stabilize his mood.

The veteran's solemn aura exuded, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, sizing up the army in front of him.

Just experienced a small-scale battle, the two sides fought back and forth for a while, but they were gradually at a disadvantage.

Originally, he only led a small army to the hillside on the west side of Xingyang City to investigate the existing strength of the Han army, but he didn't want to encounter such a difficult team.

The current situation... is probably surrounded.

Looking up at the sky, it was already sunset.If you can't leave here before the sun goes down, you may be doomed.

But the question is... Didn't the secret work of the Chu army in the potential Han camp say that there are few guards here and they are all old and weak soldiers? Why did such an excellent army suddenly come here? Wait here for yourself.

"It's hard work for you brothers to lurk here and wait for Ying."

The leader sneered slightly: "My general has long expected that someone will come here to investigate, so he told me to wait in ambush."

"Your general is..."

"it's me."

A deep and cold male voice came from behind the army, mixed with the sound of horseshoes.

The Han army split neatly from the middle, leaving a path.

The sound of horseshoes kicking came to the ears unhurriedly, and the generals of the Han army gradually came into view.

Red hair and silver armor, bright eyes and heroic appearance.

Black horse and silver gun, sinking like a cold lake.

A sense of oppression like a towering snow mountain came over.

The Han soldiers all knelt on one knee: "See General Han!"

Yingbu's pupils shrank: "It turned out to be you..."

The corner of the man's lips curled into a slightly cold arc: "It's right here, Han Xin, Han Zhongyan."