After hearing the news of Shi's death, Wei Yang felt an indescribable loneliness.

Shengchuo's great-grandson was slightly confused and thought that the most vicious enemy was dead. Shouldn't this be a happy thing?

So he asked, "Daliangzao, but I don't know whose era is over?"

Wei Yang said: "The era of heroes competing for the desolate, competing for the world, and winning the Central Plains, and the era of Chongyun's leadership is over."

"What...what after?"

Wei Yang sighed: "In the past, the Mo family said that the great way was the way, and the world was the Lord, and the nine provinces were united! Select virtuous and capable, and be faithful and harmonious. Therefore, friends do not only care about their relatives, not only their sons, but also their sons, so that the elderly can have a place to live, the strong can have a place to use, the young can have a place to grow, and the widows, widows, widows, orphans, orphans, and disabled sick can have a place to support them. They do not need to hide their goods on the ground, and they do not need to hide their strengths. They can only make their own efforts. They can only make their own positions and enjoy their positions. This is called the land of great harmony and happiness."

"It's probably arguing about how to reach the era of Datong Land."

Shengchuo's great-grandson was puzzled and asked, "The world is so big. There are still countries that worship the fire in the west of Qin; there are still small countries that worship the gods in the west; there are still nine countries and ten countries that occupy one side in the south of Qin. What you mean by the world is the unity of the world, is it the big nine states or the small nine states?"

Wei Yang pointed at those who were shocked by the news just now and stopped working. The people who were building the railway tracks and the sky in the distance seemed to be covered with coal smoke and the sky. He wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything after all.

After a while, he just sighed and said in an unprecedented tone: "The rain is still falling. What a spring rain. Let's go, go to Pengcheng."

The follower held up an umbrella and returned to the carriage with this depressed statement.

Shengchuo's great-grandson seemed to have endured it for a long time, but he couldn't help it and asked, "You said, your era has passed, then...then, is it our era?"

Wei Yang smiled, looked at the young man who grew up in the circle of palace nobles, spoke loyal to the emperor and kept silent, and said slowly: "No... you and us are from the same era. Are you loyal to the emperor or not? The country or the world are the debates of the same era."

Shengchuo's great-grandson thought to himself, you said that you are of the same era as you, but you said that your era has passed, then... Then I have just grown up and no longer have my era?

With the arrogance and stubbornness of the young man, he finally asked, "Whose era is this?"

Wei Yang pointed to the people who were still arguing on the hill in the distance, and it took him a long time to speak.

"It is the era of those who open their own private property and keep their public property in public opinion, bow down to freedom, and swear fairness to explore human nature."

"Our era is over."
Chapter completed!