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On that day, Lu Changqing went to Qiguan with the wastelander, and was protected by the wastelander's old friends all the way, without any hindrance.Lu Changqing knew that Xie Yan was with him, so the wastelander dared not harm him easily.

The mountain wind is bleak and dusty.The differences remain the same, but the political situation is quite different.The Yellow River is gone forever, the dynasty established on the loess, how many heroes have been born for thousands of years, and how many people's names have been drowned in the turbid water of the Yellow River.In the first half of his life, Lu Changqing believed in one person, but in the second half of his life, he didn't want to live for this person anymore.If setbacks do not destroy a person, they will make him mature and strong.When he escaped from Feng Prison and saw the mountains and rivers under the bright sunshine again, he was suddenly deeply shocked by the magnificent rivers and mountains that he had always overlooked in the past. His chest seemed to be opened, and his breath became long and even.Lu Changqing was enlightened, and suddenly realized why he failed - he was fighting a country, but in his heart he pretended not to be a country, but a man.

On the edge of the cliff in the Qiguan Valley, the aster still grows under the dead tree, weak and tender.A woman in first love will take it off and give it to her beloved lover full of throbbing.And lovers will put it in the pages of the book, wait for many years to turn it out, look at its yellowing petals, and recall the love in their youth.

Lu Changqing suddenly remembered Feng Qi's appearance, and tears welled up in his eyes without warning.He thought the wound had healed, but he didn't expect it to still be so painful when touched lightly.

Lu Changqing watched the wastelander perform lightness kung fu and flew down the cliff.Looking at the bottomless cliff, he also flew down with ease.Now his martial arts are no longer inferior to the peerless master Huang Yuanke, if he jumped off the cliff with Fengqi now, he would never be seriously injured like he was then, but now he will never jump off the cliff with that person again up.

He returned to the place where he fell off the cliff.He was already in Hao Jing's dungeon when he fully woke up later, and he would never know how Feng Qi lay on him crying hysterically and how he kissed his whole body that night.

The wilderness guest took him around and walked through an extremely secret path before entering a cave.

"My brother...is in this kind of place?" Lu Changqing didn't believe it at all at this time, only pretending to be a guest in the wasteland with ulterior motives.But the wastelander lit a torch and handed it to him, saying: "Look at the stone wall yourself, I'll go out first."

Lu Changqing stayed alone in the cave for a long time, and the sky was getting dark.When he came out, his face was expressionless, like a dead person.

Wastelander handed him a yellowed letterhead, "This is a letter Mr. Qitong wrote to me in the past. Do you want to check the handwriting in the cave?"

"No need." Lu Changqing shook his head silently, "Those words are engraved on the sword, I know my brother's sword skills."

"After Feng Qi came up from the bottom of the cliff, I felt that something was wrong with him. Later, I searched at the bottom of the cliff and found this cave. He must have seen the writing on the stone wall at that time, but he didn't tell us anything. .”

"Feng Qi, the more you don't talk about it, the deeper you bury it in your heart. I don't think he will let Feng Yun go. His methods of revenge have always been extremely vicious, and it will never be as simple as just killing Feng Yun. He The reason why I even hid it from you, I guess, was because I was afraid that you would not be able to hold back and cause chaos in the world. And the reason why I hid it from the emperor must be because I was afraid of scaring Feng Yun. He is like a wolf, he can lie in ambush in the snow for a long time, Kill the prey in one fell swoop."

"However, I told you this. First, you are the one who should know the truth about this matter, even Feng Qi has no right to hide it from you. Second, I don't want to see you misunderstand him again." Huang Yuanke sighed.

"Mr. Qitong's death almost drove him to a desperate situation. He suffered the same pain as you... I just want you to know the truth of this matter, so that you can reduce some resentment towards him. When you were tortured with a cane in court, Feng Qi fed you the golden elixir when you were unconscious the night before. He definitely didn't intend to hurt you... When you were in Feng Prison, he also did a lot of rescue, and even after you escaped, he He became the target of public criticism, and his title of national teacher was removed..." Huang Yuanke looked at Lu Zhangqing, and couldn't help but said, "Qinghou, if you have him in your heart, don't worry about your elder brother because you are ashamed; if you don't have him in your heart anymore Well, then...don't hate him anymore...he is...now crazy, it's not human..."

The wilderness guest led Lu Changqing through the sea of ​​aster flowers and walked into a forest.There stood a small unmarked tombstone.

Lu Changqing knelt on the ground with a plop, kowtowed to the tombstone without saying a word.

"What do you plan to do in the future?" the wilderness guest asked.

"I just think that things in this world are really boring." Lu Changqing said indifferently, "My brother was a loyal minister for the first time, but he bears a bad name. I hope to get justice for him."

The wilderness guest knew that he was deeply saddened, and believed that he would never have the energy to hide himself.Listening to his words, he no longer intends to overthrow the Zhou Dynasty, so he feels a little relieved.Telling Lu Changqing about this was because he wanted to take a gamble.Since Lu Shutong did not seek rebellion but was a loyal minister of the Zhou Dynasty, if Lu Changqing pursued Lu Shutong's beliefs, he should let go of his rebellion and be a loyal minister for life; however, if he became cynical because of Lu Shutong's truth, he might instead Will strengthen his heart of rebellion.

"Leave me alone." Lu Shutong said.

The wilderness guest nodded, and climbed up the cliff first, leaving him alone at the bottom of the cliff.

After Lu Shutong was depressed for a long time, he suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood, which splashed on the tombstone.His brother's 20 years of injustice!The high-spirited Mr. Qitong died at the bottom of such a desolate cliff!

With blood on the corner of Lu Changqing's mouth, he roared to the sky in extreme grief and anger.

He suddenly felt that a country is like a huge chariot, countless people push it forward with their lives, and then it is run over by its giant wheel and turned into an inconspicuous puddle of blood.The deafening cry under the wheel was mixed with the thunderous sound of the wheel, but it was as subtle as the flapping of mosquitoes' wings.

It is human beings who push this giant wheel forward, but human beings are so insignificant in the face of history.

Not only his brother's grievances, but also his insignificance and helplessness in the face of the grand and ruthless history, also made Lu Changqing feel chilled into the ice cellar.

He felt that he had become transparent, as if his five senses could detect the wings of butterflies far away in the sky, and he could see the thin feet of ants crawling on the grass blades by the ditch.He is in the torrent of history, but he is also the one who creates history; everything will disappear, and everything is so precious.

——This country has come to an end, this country is a rotten thing, and sooner or later it will be crushed under the rolling wheels of history.It will be destroyed in his hands, or in the hands of someone else.

Lu Changqing stood in the mountain with his eyes slightly closed, letting the strong wind rush towards him from all directions.

At this moment, he is no longer the child chasing behind Feng Qi, he has already run past him.Now standing in front of him and looking back towards Feng Qi, he saw clearly the limitations of that man.

"Fengqi, what you guard is a dead tree that is about to rot. You try to revive it. However, new buds have sprouted in the decay, and they will replace it, spreading branches and leaves.

"Even if you already know the truth, even if you know that Mr. Qi Tong died because of the collapse of this dynasty, you still want to protect such a dynasty, you don't hesitate to deceive me, and you don't hesitate to put me in prison. How pathetic you are!"

However, Feng Qi was still innocent after all. At the beginning, he was blinded by hatred and humiliated him to the utmost.Cut off his tendons, put a mask of shame on him, and torture him wantonly under his body. How can such damage be repaired?

His own destruction made that person's life burn faster, but he did not impose resentment on himself, but instead punished himself immediately and drank poisonous wine.This is that person's love, silent and silent, always blamed by oneself for neglecting...

Lu Changqing sat down on the ground, his grief and remorse turned into tears.

"Master Fengqi...don't love me...you love your Dazhou Jiangshan..."

"No... I didn't mean to say that..."

"I want to be with you...I want you to love me...but...this kind of love is too hopeless...I can't..."

This love is too hopeless, he can't give Fengqi peace, maybe Fengqi can't let him rule the world.

Even after seeing through Feng Qi's ignorant persistence and sad fate, he still feels that he is strong and beautiful.This kind of love rooted in the bottom of my heart cannot be slandered no matter how much I deceive myself.

However, this feeling can never be expressed again.

The next day, Feng Qi and his party bid farewell to the old man and drove into Qishan Mountain Road.On the one hand, Chongling Mountain is close to Qishan Mountain, and on the other hand, it is facing Bailong River. The mountain rocks are constantly falling off and sliding into the river under the wheels.

Feng Qi fell asleep with his heart pressed, his head moved in his dream, and he subconsciously opened his eyes.Almost at the same time, outside the car shouted: "There are assassins!" Xie Ji raised his sword and was about to rush out.

"Master, don't get out of the carriage!" Xie Ji said sternly, swinging his sword and flying out.

Feng Qi pulled out the dagger from his boot, and quietly hid it in his sleeve.Their trip has been extremely secretive, who sent the assassin?There are too many people in this world who want to kill him, and the one who hates him the most is his junior brother.Feng Qi thought of the dark arrow on the cliff that day when he killed the dog leader, and felt sore.Others don't know who made the stab in the back, but he can't fail to see the kung fu of his master.

Feng Qi raised the curtain of the car and saw that more than half of his subordinates were dead or injured.He glanced at the billowing river water, ready to give it a go, and jumped into the river to escape.

Xie Ji used one against three, and it seemed that he could not support it.One of the assassins took a step back and stuck to Che Shi. Feng Qi's technique was like the wind, and the dagger cut like iron and mud lightly slashed across the assassin's neck, ruthlessly cutting open the artery next to the trachea.

The assassin immediately spattered with blood and fell to the ground in panic.

"Little halberd, jump into the river." Feng Qi said.

Xie Ji also understood what Feng Qi meant, and was about to jump into the river, when suddenly an assassin stabbed him with a sword, hurting his right leg.Xie Ji crouched on the ground, ignoring his injuries, and fought with a group of assassins.

Feng Qi knew that Xie Ji couldn't escape, although he could escape alone, he couldn't be ruthless.He pulled out the sword from the corpse and sat in the car to block the assassin.With no internal strength and no body skills, he was also driven to a desperate situation.

When the assassin rushed forward again, his strength was exhausted, and he couldn't even lift his sword. He turned slightly sideways, and the tip of the sword pierced his shoulder.Then he felt the sword sinking, probably the assassin was trying to cut off one of his arms.

Now that the matter has come to an end, Feng Qi not only does not hide behind, but instead goes forward, the dagger in his sleeve has exposed its blade.

This blow is sure to kill the net, and at this juncture, suddenly saw a person wearing a bamboo hat, dark clothes and wide sleeves, with a magnificent tower, descending from the sky.

The person who came was like a cloud, floating on Che Shi without a sound, a sword was smeared on the assassin's neck, one hand clamped the assassin's sword tip, his two fingers trembled, and the sword broke in two.

Feng Qi was shocked in his heart: this person has great internal strength, and he has never seen anyone who can do this in those years of wandering around the rivers and lakes.

Lu Changqing came back from Qiguan and just entered Qishan when he saw people fighting on the mountain road.Seeing that face that was exactly the same as Xie Yan's, he was startled for a moment, and instantly understood that this person was Xie Yan's twin brother Xie Ji.Immediately afterwards, he saw Feng Qi in the carriage, about to make that desperate move, and was suddenly startled.

He didn't have any calculations in his mind, and instinctively flew down to kill the assassin for Feng Qi.At this moment, the four eyes met, and he realized that he didn't know how to face this man.

However, Feng Qi didn't seem to recognize him. Only then did he come to his senses. In order to avoid Gao Jing's arrest, he wore a veil and a bamboo hat all the way. No wonder Feng Qi didn't recognize him. It's a blessing.

Immediately, he turned around and flew through the assassins like a cloud of black mist. When he returned to the carriage, all the assassins had fallen to the ground.Seeing this man again, Lu Changqing's heart surged uncontrollably.After seeing the wound on Feng Qi's shoulder, he wrapped his arms around his waist, and carried him to the foot of the mountain on the opposite bank, stepping on the blue waves of the Bailong River.

"Master!" Xie Jiwan didn't expect the man in black to take Feng Qi away, and his face turned pale in an instant.

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