Chapter 188 Suddenly plunged into the depths of smoke

The ray of light that bloomed in the sky at sunset before nightfall has now vanished into ashes.

The smoke became heavier and heavier, and the sudden falling white mist lit up Yin'er's memory. She remembered that she was supposed to sleep at that time, but she and Yue Feng walked relaxedly into the depths of the thick smoke, illusive and impetuous.

Six words floated in the air, like grass and mustard: "The wind and smoke are clear, the wind and smoke are in a state of wind and smoke." Yin'er rubbed his eyes, it felt strange, something felt wrong.

Cave stone door.

There was a loud noise, and the visions of Yue Feng and Feng Xiaoyin were impacted by the vibrating beam of light. Yin'er saw the clear and light water curtain in the cave, which vaguely illuminated the jade sword in her hand, and also pierced the gold on Yue Feng's waist.

The whip shines brightly. It seems that this waterfall recognizes their weapons...

She curiously touched the water curtain, but suddenly, as if she had been shocked by electricity, she was forced to move away a few feet. The water curtain immediately disappeared, and hundreds of words were scattered, swaying, and Yin'er numbly raised her head to look.

, Yue Feng also stared at the rapidly changing handwriting with wide eyes. Unfortunately, who can grasp the ones he missed...

Southern Song Dynasty Fengyan Road

It is a pity that the windy and smokey road of the Southern Song Dynasty is now only filled with flying catkins. The ice and snow melt, the water washes away, the sound of rain stops, and the heroes finally return to dust.

Relying on the railing alone, the sun is getting late, and learning martial arts has no long-term ambitions. Thousands of miles of ancient battlefields, Shamo dance, where will the wise and good general go?

After getting lost

Sleepwalking in a dimly lit place, I was shocked to see that the south of the Yangtze River has become a borderland. I dare not forget the scene of millet. How can prosperity replace old wounds? The wounds will be longer.

When I woke up and looked at Jiang Feng's fishing fire, I was afraid that the Central Plains was Hu Bang. Who could avenge Jingkang's shame? He actually used laughter to cover up his sadness. His intestines were even more confused.

I was lying drunk outside the ancient battlefield, looking at Xiaoxiang turning into a sea of ​​blood. The ambition of the Northern Expedition has not been changed, how can loyal ministers be forced by traitors? I am even more sad.

Clear water and red dust

After passing through thousands of mountains, we are heading towards a fairyland. Thousands of miles of clear waves are like shadows, and the white water is like a mirror. The sea and sky are the same color in the dust and mist, and you can see the peaks surrounding you at your feet. The winds and clouds are changing, the land and islands are moving, it is strange and inexplicable.

Remember the past and stay away from the mortal world. I regret that the rivers and lakes are filthy and no longer peaceful. The old roads have been warped for thousands of years, and dynasties have changed. The smoke of gunpowder has obliterated the old scenes, leaving only the cold moon and abandoned ponds and trees. To this day, it is still difficult for people to find a simple way to live.

hurt past and present

The Cangdai is like a painting, the white water is like mist, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains converge into the eyes. The wind is tight, and I want to cross south. The innocent people are busy and suffering, and they are scattered around Guazhou. War, the people are suffering, and peace, the people are suffering.

I am sad that half of the territory has become a prisoner of the Huns. I recall that in those days, there were many martyrs, wars were everywhere, and thousands of cities could be recovered. But now, the ambition is not as good as it is. The people in the north are willing to be subjugated slaves, and the people in the south live in peace on half of the land. North Korea, China and Japan

Sings are played every day, and folk music and drums are played every night. Who pays attention to the fight against gold? Why settle for what is in front of us?! In the past, it was just the imperial court that was numb. Nowadays, it is not just the carnivores who are confused!

Zengzi cinnamon stick fragrance

The wind is roaring, it is an eventful autumn, and the falling trees are rustling. Thousands of miles of rivers are rushing down, and the lakes and seas are roaring. I hold my sword and drink in the evening wind, drunk and unable to return, and my life is shaken.

I had a good dream back then, abandoned literature and martial arts, and devoted myself to the world of martial arts. Thinking about it now, I have never regained my lost ground. I sigh that I have been looking forward to it every year, but I am disappointed every year. The rise and fall of the ages have been blamed on one man, and there is no question of peace! Making peace without fighting is a shame, but it is a tribute and a treasure.

There is no end to sending them off. There are many soldiers and generals, and I am always doubtful. Why should I kneel down?!

More than a dozen poems flashed in front of Feng Yin's eyes very quickly, but they were deeply imprinted in the minds of the two of them. Although Yue Feng was as cold as ever, he finally couldn't hide his surprise. Yin'er looked at it, only

He left an emotion: "Our country is becoming more and more stable, but are the people really living a good life... The country is very rich, but it is just the princes, generals and ministers who have accumulated squandering. A half-walled river and mountain, the country is getting more and more

The more prosperous it is, the more degenerate it becomes..."

Yue Feng whispered: "These words or articles are the author's feelings about the world, but there are also words that seem to represent someone's heart, like this clear water and red dust, the words written are somewhat like what I am thinking...

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"Indeed, that's you..."

It felt like a winding road, and a Taoist priest with white hair and childish face walked out of the secluded place. Yin'er looked back and saw that the last poem on the water curtain was called "The Road Is Uncertain." This poem was sadder and more melancholy than any of the previous poems. She thought about it carefully,

But I couldn't understand it, and I didn't realize that it was Chuan Yu who wrote it.

Yue Feng bowed: "Who is the unknown master?"

The old man waved his hand: "I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed. The words below can be seen through at a glance..."

"I feel like the world is too dirty."

Yin'er couldn't wait to ask: "What about me? Which song is my song?"

The old man laughed loudly: "The girl has no words."

Yin'er was startled and lowered her head in disappointment. The old man glanced at her wisely: "My name is Old Fengyan. You are now living in the Fengyan realm. Not everyone can be in the Fengyan realm like me.

No matter what his status is, if he wants to enter the Wind and Smoke Realm, he must be someone who can fight against Jin and contribute to the future Northern Expedition..."

She, Feng Xiaoyin, has no contribution to the fight against Jin, but Yue Feng can?! The more Yin'er listened, the more confused she became, and she snorted: "I am the leader of this world, and I will obviously make a very outstanding contribution to the fight against Jin!"

Old Man Fengyan laughed loudly, walked up to her and asked her with a smile: "Really?" This question made her feel a little guilty, and her heart skipped a beat. She really didn't know if she and Yue Feng had collided with each other before they broke in.

Going to this place where there are neither humans nor ghosts, I met a man who claimed that he could reveal the secrets of heaven and control the fate of certain people. Is this old man Fengyan true or false? Is he revealing secrets of heaven or is he just making a fool of himself!

Yin'er said stubbornly: "I don't believe you. Are you an immortal? Are you someone from the future? Or are you Nuwa? Are you Pangu? Do you have the ability to control our destiny?"

Old Man Fengyan smiled softly: "In the river of history, you are not even as good as a drop of water. You can't stop chasing and you can't escape destruction. Your destiny is created by me, and of course it is controlled by me!"

The wind rose again, and Yin'er saw behind the water curtain, the valleys steaming with dust, the battlefields burning with fire, the half-rolled flags near the Yishui River, the mourners in the fields, the corpses blocking the streets, the rivers filled with blood, and the bare

Alone in this world... She screamed, tears already falling from her eyes.

Yue Feng dullly recalled the clear water and the mortal world. He knew that his destiny was also a dream given by others. It flickered in the face of adversity, and his heart was impulsive.

Old Man Fengyan turned around and patted him on the shoulder: "Some people want to burn like fire, but their hearts are like sea water... Do you know? Hesitation has two meanings, one is hesitation, and the other is...

Determined to win."
Chapter completed!