Dynasties watched the founding of the modern nation, and the emperors were shocked

[They are disheartened and say that this era is too difficult, the black fog is too thick, and our fire is too small to succeed.

[Some people also say that what we have found is only a right main road, and there are many unknown forks in the road, which are full of thorns and will be broken and bleeding, and I choose to quit.

[Some people even say that this is a tragic road, there may be sacrifices, there will be cowardice, betrayal, and I will not be the only one.

[This group of people, until the moment of the final founding of the country, only two people are still there, and they still stick to the morality in their hearts.

[Confusion, pessimism, disputes, being bought, being betrayed, this is common, all supported by a belief.

At this moment, above the heavens, brilliant words continued to emerge.

The smiles on the faces of the emperors of various dynasties disappeared and were replaced by silence and seriousness.

Spring and autumn.

The smile on Confucius's face stiffened, his gaze became glazed, and he walked out of the school hall tremblingly.

Tilt your head and look at the words reflected in the canopy.

"Some people are disappointed, some people give up, some quit halfway, and some people betray... What do you mean

?" "Aren't these people twisted into a rope and working for a common goal?"

Confucius's voice trembled, and he suddenly felt a coldness.

Disappointment, disputes, nothing to blame.

But you can't quit, and you can't betray...

Tang dynasty.

The smile on Li Shimin's face faded a lot, and he was originally very happy, just because these people got together and wanted to do a great cause.

But the words that were revealed then gave him a deep chill.

"Until the founding of the country, thirteen people, are there only two people?"

At this moment, the emperor's expression was dark, and he muttered to himself.

Behind him, Wei Zheng's eyes were complicated: "Your Majesty, we still think too beautifully, the darkness of this country is beyond imagination."

"The darkness of a great country is essentially because of people's suspicions. Maybe they come together for the same purpose, but the ultimate goal is different.

"People will be changed, and they will be corrupted!"

Yue Fei was furious: "The betrayer is unforgivable! Among these thirteen people, who is the betrayer and who is the one who gives up halfway!"

he asked, but after asking, Yue Fei was also a little tired.

"They look thriving, but they're actually burying hidden dangers... Where is the hope of a great power?"

and finally the Qing Dynasty.

Qianlong originally had a blue face, but when he saw the words in the sky, he showed a sarcastic smile.

He said coldly: "This is the new country you created after overthrowing the Qing Dynasty, chaotic, divided, and numb to the common people, how much better than my feudal feudalism in the Qing Dynasty?" "This

country, you can't build, because everyone has different minds, and there are too few people who really concentrate on the country!"

At this time, new words appeared in the sky.

[Chen Zhongfu was pleased with the establishment of the organization, but he was also worried that the flame was too effective, and he wrote a letter calling on everyone to protect the flame and extinguish it. The

picture emerges, Gwangsu.

A day worthy of being recorded in history, Chen Zhongfu was also overjoyed.

For the first time, I drank a little wine, and my face was red.

But he was not drunk, on the contrary, sober.

He looked at the dark night, the moon was still obscured by dark clouds, he understood that establishment was only the first step, and it was rare to develop and protect!

He returned to his study, picked up his pen, and began to write letters.

The letter said: "The flame has finally been established, but we are not the ones who made it, but the common sacrifice and efforts of several generations, but just like it bloomed in our hands."

"It's like a newborn baby, it's our child, we have to take good care of it and protect it from being extinguished." "

Magic City.

The meeting continues.

There is no specific time limit for this meeting.

These people get together, forget about the time and forget about it.

They want to discuss a real way to save the country, and without it, this meeting will not end.

"Mr. Zhongfu has written. Bao

Huisheng, who came here on behalf of Chen Zhongfu, walked in with an envelope.

Everyone stopped discussing and watched.

When they saw the contents, everyone looked at each other and looked at each other.

A chill rose for no apparent reason.

It's still a cold night!

If a fire suddenly ignites in this environment, people in the dark will be alert.

"It's probably not safe here. Hu

Nan's youth was alert.

But everyone else had hesitation on their faces.

The meeting wasn't over yet, and they didn't want to leave here.

"Wait a little longer, it's almost time to come out, I have a hunch!" Wang

Jinmei said through gritted teeth.

Even if I had a preventive shot in my heart, no one left.

It wasn't until the seventh day that something happened.

"Bang!"

as they discussed, the door was suddenly pushed open and a stranger walked in.

"Who are you?"

In an instant, everyone became alert, staring at the person who walked in.

The man was visibly stunned and looked at the thirteen people.

"Sorry, I made the mistake.

He hurried into the night.

The

atmosphere has become wrong.

Everyone looked at each other, but Li Da still noticed that something was wrong.

"He's a patrol, everyone, let's go!" the

thirteen quickly fled.

It didn't take long for the house to be surrounded by a large number of patrols, but fortunately, the building was empty.

In the canopy, new words emerged.

[Because of the intervention of the patrol in the French Concession of the Demon Capital, the thirteen representatives were forced to transfer and came to the South Lake of Jiacheng to continue the talks, but the number has decreased. The

screen appears.

Above the South Lake, a search boat floats quietly.

A group of plainly dressed people stood in hiding.

They were the same people who had fled from the Demon Capital, only the number had gone from thirteen to nine.

Except for Li Hanjun, who stayed in the magic capital to deal with the patrol, Chen Gongbo did not participate.

The double fright made him timid.

"In the blink of an eye, there were only nine people left, and Mr. Zhongfu's concern was right, the fire was lit, but the flame was too small to be extinguished at will.

"We want to protect it from being extinguished!" echoed

the youth's words.

"It's easy to extinguish the fire, but it's hard to light it again..."

Han Rui looked at this scene with complicated eyes.

"In addition to the fact that people will become, we also underestimate how dark that era really was.

Hai Rui muttered to himself: "It seems that these people have just made a good start, and the real hope is no longer in them." In

the canopy, the text continues.

[The times are white, and they march forward with torches held high.

[The foundation has been laid, and the next step is to see how the organization grows. [

This organization is still in the embryonic stage, and in the future it will take root, sprout, grow, bear fruit, and eventually grow into a towering tree. The

times, the wind and clouds.