The Sword Returns to Tang Dynasty

Time goes back to the present, the spring is shining brightly outside the window, but Zhou Yu's mind is always heavy, always entangled in the dream, and the frowning look is very frightening.

Sun Ce quietly poked his head over, and seeing his baby brother's serious face, he subconsciously scratched the part of the back of his head that was not covered by the gauze.

Contrary to what Zhou Yu thought, Sun Ce did seem careless and careless on weekdays, but he knew him far better than Zhou Yu thought.

Just like now, when Zhou Yu's expression changed slightly, he knew what was bothering this brother who had always been thoughtful.

And this matter was not something that he could know as usual.

Zhou Yu is always tight-lipped about some strange things.

This is his old problem.

"Gong Jin," Sun Ce bared his teeth and smiled, "If you continue to frown like this, you will become a little old man."

Calmly, he glanced at the tired look on his righteous brother's white face, traced the inconspicuous bruises under his eyes, and said as if nothing happened: "The weather is so good today, how about Gong Jin and Brother Wei sleeping together?" ?”

Zhou Yu: "..."

Zhou Yu was speechless: "Is there any necessary connection between your two sentences?"

"That's not important." Sun Ce shook his head and said pitifully, "Brother Yu, you have been ignoring me for half a month."

Zhou Yu held his forehead, and was distracted by his words and actions, and laughed helplessly.

Sun Ce groaned in his heart, yeah, I am the one who can make Gongjin happy.

If Gong Jin doesn't say anything, then he won't ask. When Gong Jin is willing to talk, he will listen as a good brother.

Of course, if Gong Jin has been troubled by some matter for too long, and this matter has obvious relationship with him, then don't blame him for Sun Bofu's stereotypes.

It's just that he can't do it by himself, and Gongjin will definitely not say anything if he comes by himself.

"What kind of sleep do you get in the daytime? You're the only one who doesn't care about trifles."

Zhou Yu walked over and pushed Sun Ce back who had popped out indiscriminately, and carefully tucked in the quilt.

"You can rest by yourself, it's time for me to study for Quan'er."

"You treat him better than me..." Sun Ce huddled his head under the quilt and murmured, and then fell silent under the eyes of his foster brother.

Looking at the back of Zhou Yu leaving without hesitation, Sun Ce emerged from the bed again and shouted, "Gong Jin, remember to come here at night!"

Then immediately retracted.

Zhou Yu didn't know what to say for a moment, so he stood at the door for a while, couldn't help laughing, then rubbed the head of Sun Quan who had come to find someone quietly, and led the child away.

He didn't reject Sun Ce either.

"Brother Gongjin" was led to the study room. Sun Quan looked at the young man who was slowly pushing away the bamboo slips, cupped his face and said, "It's really hard for you to take care of elder brother."

"Not at all."

Zhou Yu's attitude towards this little boy who has been following behind him has always been much gentler than that towards Sun Ce, "Brother Bo Fu has also taught me a lot."

"Oh...By the way, Brother Gongjin, are you in a bad mood recently?"

Sun Quan raised his head and asked softly.

"No, why would Quan'er ask such a question?"

Zhou Yu held the bamboo slips in his hand and didn't look up.

Sun Quan simply leaned over and put his head in front of Zhou Yu's eyes: "Brother Gongjin's face is not very good-looking, and his speech is also different."

Zhou Yu smiled: "Can Quan'er see it?"

"Yes, you have always been smart."

Zhou Yu rubbed his fingertips on the bamboo slips, "It was just a dream."

"Dream?"

Sun Quan was curious.

"Well, not so...a beautiful dream." Zhou Yu said vaguely.

Although those people in the dream were talking and laughing at Yan Yan's high-spirited appearance, in Zhou Yu's eyes, there was always a haze, and a kind of distant and long-lasting sadness lingered in his heart.

The sultry karmic fire and the torn piano sound lingered in his mind, causing him to feel that there was always a lingering blood in the picture when he saw the youths in high spirits.

"Okay, Quan'er, it's time to check your homework for the past few days."

Sun Quan wanted to ask something else, but Zhou Yu changed the subject with a casual sentence, so he had to jump down to move his homework with a bitter face.

Just had a nightmare?

With only such an answer, how would he explain it to his elder brother?

Sun Ce was beaten miserably. After taking the medicine, the effect of the medicine took effect, and his head became dizzy.

He shrank back into the bed, thinking in his heart whether Quan Zai had succeeded in getting Gongjin's words, and gradually fell asleep.

In the distance, there is a prairie fire.

Li Jiancheng only brought Qin Qiong and Shi Feixuan.

It wasn't that other people didn't want to join in the fun, it was just that when they were eager to keep up, they were dragged to "discuss" one by one by Houhou.

"This group of idiots won't bother my brother to take care of me." At that time, the witch pushed back the hair in front of her eyes and smiled coquettishly: "Xuanxuan will go with my brother, and I will stay and watch the house."

Li Jiancheng's eyes fell on the Goddess in Tsing Yi who had stood beside him with her sword in her arms at some point, silently supported her forehead, pretended not to see the good (eight) strange (gua) eyes of everyone, dragged Qin Qiong to turn around, opened the door and left.

Among the group of generals, Qin Qiong and Luo Cheng had a better relationship, and there was another layer of cousin blood, so it would be more convenient to take him to locate them.

While building a passage between the two worlds, Li Jiancheng suddenly stopped in the middle of the road.

"Brother?"

Shi Feixuan, who was walking at the end, said, "But what's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing." I hope he is thinking too much.

Concubine Shi Xuan retreated silently, but her hand did not leave the hilt of Bi Luo's sword.

Li Jiancheng's words also blocked Qin Qiong's words. He fell silent after walking on this suspended plank road. The sudden burst of vitality made him shudder.

But he still remembered what Li Jiancheng had explained before he came.

Don't get too curious about things that are beyond your competence.

So he kept walking in the middle in silence, until Li Jiancheng paused just now, a sense of crisis flashed through his heart.

His intuition has always been very good, and he has saved him countless times on the battlefield.

Now he still believes in his intuition, especially after he keenly noticed that the aura around the two people around him had undergone some subtle changes.

Suddenly there was light ahead.

"arrive."

Standing at the junction of the outside world and the plank road, Li Jiancheng subconsciously talked with this world. After a long time, he realized the faint consciousness of the world in front of him.

"Oh..." Li Jiancheng shook his head slightly: "Is consciousness just born?"

The consciousness fed back made him feel like a newborn baby, which has not been given enough to make it grow for a long time, so it is very weak.

Kind of weird.

Li Jiancheng frowned, and directly opened a door on the crystal wall.

"Xuanxuan, keep an eye on Qin Qiong."

Concubine Shi Xuan put her hand on Qin Qiong's shoulder.

When passing through the door, Qin Qiong had a solid experience of what Kou Zhong felt when he faced the same scene.

Repulsion is also too big.

Concubine Shixuan frowned, becoming a little wary of the world.

When the door was opened, there was a sudden ripple on the crystal wall, and when the screen changed, it turned out that there was blood on the oar, and the bones were like mountains.

It's the battlefield.

Rao Qin Qiong, a seasoned general like Qin Qiong, couldn't help feeling sad when he saw such a desolate battlefield.

Large pieces of white bones were scattered in the field, vultures hovered over the mountains of corpses, some stopped on the top of the mountain to bite, some fell on the battle flags slanted on the mountain of corpses, and the remnant flags were blown by the howling wind. Rolling up the arc, the swords, guns, halberds were broken and scattered, and as far as the eye could see, there was not a single complete skeleton.

"The bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles..."

Qin Qiong murmured.

The chaos in their world has calmed down, and the new empire is full of vitality, but this world is still raging with war.

There was a little compassion in Li Jiancheng's eyes. He walked slowly across the blood-stained ground and stopped under an old willow.

A soldier in armor was leaning under the willow tree. Half of the halberd that crossed his body had been broken, but his dull eyes were still looking ahead.

Are you looking at the fresh green of the willow branches hanging down in front of you?

It was clear that spring had come, but he could no longer see the fragrant grass in his hometown, nor the weeping woman on the long embankment.

Li Jiancheng gave him a fixed look.

There was a dead silence on the desolate battlefield, Qin Qiong and Shi Feixuan followed him silently.

After a long while, Qin Qiong saw the white-haired young man in front of him reach out and pluck a new leaf from the old willow tree hanging in front of the dead soldier's eyes. With a light tap of his toe, it landed on the top of the tree.

The hem of the bright yellow clothes fluttered down, and the young man on the top looked extremely solemn.

"His Royal Highness?"

He turned slightly sideways, with the ends of his hair flowing down from his shoulders, sweeping loosely across his waist like frost and snow.

The new leaf was brought to the pale lips by the hand with sharp knuckles, and the long and long flute sounded from then on.

Its voice is humming, like complaining or admiring, like weeping or complaining.

Falling into the silent wilderness, the lingering sound curls up like a thread.

"'In the underworld there are new ghosts in vain, but there are no young people in the underworld.*'"

Qin Qiong heard the woman in Tsing Yi whispering: "The song "Four Seasons Journey" is a lament for the soul, please rest in peace."

The woman in Tsing Yi raised her hand, and held a willow leaf between her fingers, and brought it to her lips.

The same tune was played, echoing each other, and the wind spread to the entire battlefield.

In the sound of the flute, there was also a faint sound of the piano that came from nowhere.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Qin Qiong actually saw countless overlapping figures faintly scattered on the mountain of white bones, and finally kneaded into dots of starlight and flew towards the sky.

The undead gathered into a river and went straight down to the secluded capital to be reborn.

When Qin Qiong was dragged and stepped on a slender light sword, riding the wind and breaking through the clouds, he still had the magnificent and sad scene of the galaxy flowing backwards just now in his mind.

After being blown by the swift wind for a while, Qin Qiong shivered, and then saw his situation clearly.

"That, His Royal Highness Chen Wang."

Qin Qiong glanced at the light sword under his feet, which was as bright as autumn water, and the gold, silver and jade embellished on it, and suddenly felt a little... uncomfortable.

"shut up."

Xu Shicai's battlefield made Li Jiancheng think of something bad, and his mood was obviously lower than before.

The sea of ​​clouds under my feet changed a lot, and finally stopped at a small city full of peach blossoms.

It is far away from the battlefield, a typical Jiangnan water town.

The flames of war thousands of miles away can't reach here, the small town is warm and soft, and the warm wind makes people almost drunk.

When Li Jiancheng found Luo Cheng, he was sitting in the courtyard, wiping his gun boredly, and when he noticed someone coming, he looked up——

"You are finally here!"

Luo Cheng jumped up and ran over, smiling and said: "I knew you would come to me, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Didn't you see me?"

Qin Qiong shook his head helplessly.

"gone."

Li Jiancheng dropped two words, opened the door on the spot, and threw in his cousin, who was still wanting to reminisce about the past for a long time.

"Wait, Your Highness, I haven't said goodbye to Sun Ce and Zhou Yu yet." Luo Cheng held the door of time and space, leaning half of his body outside, looking very strange.

"The storm is coming, let's go first."

Shi Feixuan, who was the first to go in to explore the way, looked back and probably understood where the faint sense of crisis came from.

The space-time storm is coming at this time, Da Dao must still be staring at his brother, and there will be trouble if he stays any longer.

After Li Jiancheng followed behind and closed the door of time and space with his backhand, his brows did not open.

It felt weird from the beginning.

There was an unexpected delay in opening the door, and a space-time storm just happened to come after finding the person, as if they just didn't want them to stay in this world for a while.

This roundabout way is not the style of Daoist.

Wait, just now Nagqu Four Seasons Tour...

piano sound?

Feng Lai's piano sound!

Li Jiancheng's heart was clear, and he walked back abruptly.

Damn it, being confused by the weak consciousness of this world, it actually covered up Changqin's breath.

Tsk, do you want Changqin to make up for the lack of heaven here?

Think beautiful.

The way back has been blocked by a small space-time storm, and going back may not be the time just now, but... Changqin may be there.

Li Jiancheng's face was frosty, and the light sword split through the storm, revealing the half-hidden world behind——

The Yangtze River was in flames, and Zhou Gongjin, who was already standing, stood alone on the bow of the boat, her long hair fluttering in the strong wind, and behind her was the night sky dyed red by the flames.

The continuous fire dyed Chibi Banjiang rouge, the general's eyes were like cold stars, looking indifferently at the enemy army engulfed by the flames.

As the east wind circulated, tongues of fire crackled and engulfed the warship, and the river wailed endlessly.

It is purgatory on earth.

Under the cover of Shi Feixuan, Luo Cheng who came later took a deep breath——

"Battle of Chibi?!"

The author has something to say:

*It is a poem by Mr. Jin Yong.

Damn, Changqin slept so hard that the cub almost didn't receive the signal, and the next chapter promises to let him out.

The cub really wronged the little Tiandao here, he has a wicked heart but no guts.

感谢在2019-12-2300：18：03～2019-12-2423：51：40期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Yunqi 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Wu Yi, Jun Changli 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Fengjian; 10 bottles of Yiyue Qingyu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!