Sheriff, give me a smile~

——Chang’an——

Marco Polo watched the pocket watch quietly and waited for the time to pass by. Although Zhang Liang didn't know what his plan was, he didn't say anything. Suddenly, Marco Polo closed the pocket watch and said to Zhang Liang: "Mr. Zhang, I want to ask you a question. We have found the law of movement of the formation eye, but it is always changing, so how can this formation be broken?"

Zhang Liang helped the single mirror: "As long as I can detect the position of the momentary eye, I can restrain it with the power of words and spirits."

Marco Polo nodded.

"Didn't you say that you need an evolution to confirm your conjecture, and you've found the pattern now?"

"At first, I planned to wait for the formation to change again, but I calculated the time and thought it might be too late."

Zhang Liang was puzzled: "How to say?"

"Mr.zhang, I don't know if you have noticed that the formation changes are taking longer and longer. You may not have paid much attention to this aspect, but I have been checking the time. The first formation lasted for two hours, which is yours. For the hour mentioned, the second formation lasted four hours, the third formation lasted eight hours, and we are now in the fourth formation, how long do you think this formation will last?"

"Sixteen hours..." Zhang Liang was startled suddenly: "That is to say, it has been 30 days since the change of the fourth formation was completed?"

"good."

30 days...enough to turn the world upside down.

Cold sweat dripped from Zhang Liang's forehead.

"If I wait until I verify my conjecture, the eyes will change again, and it will be more troublesome not to know where to find them. So in order to save time, I decided to take a gamble. What I expected is consistent with reality," Marco Polo said. He exhaled helplessly: "I always feel that we will be trapped here to death if we stay any longer."

"Then what is the rule you guessed?"

"The movement cycle of the formation eye is a circle, and it will return there after No. 30 hours." Marco Polo pointed to the place where Zhang Liang first discovered the formation eye.

——Chu Han——

Ten days later, Xiang Yu raised his troops to attack Han vigorously, and the Han army retreated steadily, defending to Gaixia.

In the military tent, Han Xin looked coldly at the battle report in his hand.

"Truth, it's been ten days, and there's still no news from Yingbo?" Liu Bang sat opposite him, drinking water unhurriedly.

Han Xin frowned: "No...that's what I said that day, and this guy is still loyal to Xiang Yu."

"Are you starting to worry about your own judgment?" Liu Bang chuckled.

"Don't worry, but...we still have to take precautions. If this chess piece is disobedient, I will completely destroy it. I can't use it, and Xiang Yu can't even think about using it." Han Xin said coldly.

Liu Bang gave him a meaningful look.

Think of yourself as Xiang Yu's opponent, repeat...so ambitious.

——Chang’an——

"How much longer"

"About 2 minutes."

Marco Polo looked down at the pocket watch with a rare serious expression.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the two were silent, and there was a tense breath in the too quiet air.

"Mrzhang get ready."

"Okay." The Lingling book was opened, and the golden light was looming.

"3... 2... 1... here!"

Yan Lingshu suddenly soared up into the air and turned into golden lights and smashed down heavily. The eyes of the array were surrounded by several golden lights, and the originally calm water surface trembled slowly.

Zhang Liang's eyes were closed, his expression was calm, and he muttered something.

The huge static force restrained the original power, and the whole space began to lose balance.

The ground shook and the mountains shook, and the sea of ​​flowers behind me withered quickly in the turbulence. All the original bright colors faded and were replaced by scorched black, and the river in front of me was even more choppy.The ground under his feet cracked inch by inch, and the huge roar of the collapse came from all directions, like the roar of ancient beasts.Clouds and smoke surged, and layers of fog came from nowhere, gradually blurring people's vision.

Marco Polo was a little unsteady, seeing that Zhang Liang was still breaking the formation, he didn't dare to disturb him, so he quickly picked up the sleeping magistrate on his back.

The fight between static force and dynamic force became more and more fierce, the space was forcefully distorted, Zhang Liang's face remained unchanged, but cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the earthquake-like tremor made people shake uncontrollably.

The golden light flourished, the roaring sound became louder and louder, the space shaking became more and more intense, and the line of sight was obstructed. Marco Polo steadied his body and almost lost sight of Zhang Liang.

"Come here quickly! Come quickly!" Zhang Liang said suddenly, his voice trembling, as if he was enduring some great pain.

Marco Polo quickly grabbed him.

With a sound of "touch—", the space shattered, a strong sense of weightlessness hit, the body fell uncontrollably and quickly, with the sound of howling wind beside my ears, I couldn't open my eyes, my heart was beating fast in the chest cavity, and I could hardly bear the pain The pressure, I don't know how long it took before it returned to calm.

As if feeling the reality of touching the ground, Marco Polo breathed slowly and steadily.

It was a vast expanse of whiteness, and nothing could be seen clearly. The person on his back was still there, and Marco Polo breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mrzhang"

no answer.

"Mrzhang"

Still no answer.

Marco Polo's heart tightened, and he was about to speak again when he heard a voice.

flute sound.

Silky strands, swaying leisurely, like a flat boat on Jiangnan Lake, or like a drizzle in the vernal equinox, it is refreshing to hear, illusory to the touch, but one does not know where the sound of the flute is going.

Here... why is there a flute sound

Marco Polo was puzzled, but saw that the fog in front of him gradually dissipated, and his vision gradually became clearer.

A stone road loomed under his feet, and he was standing on this stone road, and not far from the stone road, it was Zhang Liang who was sitting on the ground.

"Mrzhang," Marco Polo walked over quickly: "How are you?"

Zhang Liang stood up slowly holding the ground, staggered and almost fell, Marco Polo quickly reached out to help him, but when he looked up, he saw Zhang Liang's face was pale, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"What's the matter?" Marco Polo was startled.

Zhang Liang waved his hand and didn't answer him. He wiped the blood from his lips, and said weakly: "It's okay, the formation is broken, let's go along this road."

Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Marco Polo didn't bother to ask, but nodded worriedly, and followed Zhang Liang.

The sound of the flute became more and more melodious and pleasant, and the white mist in front of me gradually dispersed, and the scene became clearer and clearer.It was as if a piece of music had finally been played, and as the last syllable of the flute ended, the scene in front of me became completely clear.

Broken mountain, setting sun, breeze.

The greenery on both sides of the cliff is sprinkled with dark gold due to the afterglow of the west.

There was a man on the top of the cliff, sitting against his back on his knees, the white jade flute in his right hand tapped on the palm of his left hand, and the light behind him cast a gentle silhouette on his blue shirt.

Was it played by this person just now? Who is this person, and why is he here?

Marco Polo followed Zhang Liang slowly towards him while thinking to himself.

"Listening to the snow on the building, people alone are not alone. After years of sighing, who can explain the love of the flute?" The man in the green shirt said slowly: "The land is weeping blood, the road is not alone, and the mountains and rivers can endure countless lives."

After saying this, the man in the green shirt seemed to have a helpless smile, and when he saw the two people walking towards him, he also stood up and cupped his hands at the two who walked in front of him: "I will wait for you for a long time." .”

"Waiting for a long time, you are..." Marco Polo was puzzled.

Zhang Liang glanced at the man in the green shirt, and took the words indifferently: "Lord Zhaixing."