For a Prosperous World

The flowing water is flowing to the east, and the clear waves of the Weihe River rush to the far side, and the half-cage of Xianyang in the distance is seen in a thin mist, and it is a little blurred. There is only a palace tower that can't be seen clearly. There is a small road between the hillsides.

On the banks of the river, a few boatmen can faintly be seen faintly, and the Asakusa on the banks of the river hangs low.

The two stood on the river bank, seemingly watching for a long time.

Gu Nan was wearing a white suit, with a face on his face, and there was a gapless waist hanging there. She had already taught Jiang Qing that sword, and today she came to send him away.

When she walked to the bank of the Weihe River, she felt a little stunned, and she seemed to unknowingly. She had already bid farewell to many people and waved away many people along the river.

Some people have returned, some have never returned.

Jiang Qing wore a commoner's clothing, a sword on his back, and slanted his back, holding his hands in front of himself, squinting at Weihe River, watching the sails on the river, looking at the mountains in the distance, half a laugh Road.

"It's a magnificent scene, and it's just goodbye."

He said, looking around: "Sir, do you have any wine?"

"No." Gu Nan looked at the river, and several birds flew across the river.

"Quit early."

Jiang Qing looked at Gu Nan's eyes staring down at the river in the distance. I don't know what she was thinking, it should be someone.

At least he was.

He smiled, as if to break the quiet atmosphere: "Farewell without wine, isn't that a lot of light?"

He untied his hip flask from his waist and sipped with a smile: "Fortunately I have it."

Warm wine went into his throat, but he looked at the river and wondered what to do.

The two stood quietly for a while on the river, each thinking about their own things.

"Why do you learn swords?" Gu Nan asked suddenly.

Jiang Qing squinted his eyes, and the sound of the rushing waves in his ears seemed to take it for granted: "Because I like swords."

"More than that, you have your own reasons." Gu Nan said without looking at Jiang Qing, just as it was.

For a sword so attached, it will not be the three-footed Qing Feng, but the human heart with the sword.

Jiang Qing said nothing, refuted, and did not acknowledge it.

Until he suddenly looked at the misty rivers and mountains and asked, "Sir, do you know the patriotic nation?"

Wei Guo, Gu Nan seems to remember the name, there has been no war in the past ten years, but the war has never ended in this troubled world.

One year ago, Qin Guo had sent troops to attack Wei, and what seemed to be a subsidiary of Wei was Wei.

"That's a good place." Jiang Qing said softly, twitching the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen the scene of defending the country.

With blurred eyes, he took another sip of wine: "I practice my sword to save someone."

This is all his obsession with the sword. It is simple, but it is enough for him to take his life for it.

He raised his eyebrows and shook the wine gourd in his hand: "Speaking of it, my husband may not believe it, she looks better than you."

He looked at Gu Nan.

Hanging the wine gourd back to his waist, laughed at himself, and then deeply bowed.

"In such a rogue way, he asked Mr. Jian for a sword, and he knew he was inferior and he had lost the swordsman."

In order to learn the sword, he may not need to die, let alone that little self-esteem.

All he had to do was learn the sword and do what he could finally do.

"I thought sir would never teach me."

He dropped his eyes and smiled again: "Perhaps only people like Mr. will teach me."

Those who have been laughing, but this time with some trembling: "Grace is not rewarded."

He gently lifted his hem, flexed his legs slightly, and knelt down on the ground.

A hand was resting on his shoulder, but he did not let him kneel.

"I have taught you the sword. Use this sword. Your body won't last long. You can do it yourself."

After that, turn around and leave.

She didn't know that Jiang Qing had another name, Jing Jing.

If she knew, she might have a sword, but she didn't know.

Only Jiang Qing was left alone by Weishui, smirked, and watched Changliu go up in the sky quietly.

Carrying his sword and carrying his wine gourd, he gradually walked away.

He will practice this sword and then die after it.

Wei Guo once had a young boy and a young girl who loved swords and wine, and girls liked watching young men dancing and drinking. Until the iron hoof of Qin Guo came, the river was broken. The young man's sword was picked up and the young girl was stabbed. Just before the young man passed out, he heard a person say that this girl could be dedicated to the king.

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Gu Nan walked along the path back to Xianyang City. As he approached the gate of the city, an old man approached her.

Wearing a short brown coat with a pair of straw shoes on his feet. Slim, half-humped, carrying his hands on his back.

When the old man came to her, he stopped and looked at her quietly.

Gu Nan also stopped, looked at the old man in doubt, and asked, "Mr. Old, is there anything wrong?"

The old man didn't reply, but just looked at her eyes seriously, and finally his eyes fell on the inelegant on Gu Nan's waist.

He shook his head and shook his head like he said to himself: "This sword is too angry."

Gu Nan's eyes were puzzled: "Mr. Do you have anything to say?"

The old man glanced at Gu Nan at last, but walked away from her. When he left, he left a sentence: "Your sword is too fierce. I am afraid that the world is the most fierce. Be careful not to cause harm to others. . "

Gu Nan frowned, looking back at the path, but the old man had left.

He lowered his head and looked at the gap in the waist again, and put his hand on it, half a ring, his eyebrows loosened and smiled slightly.

No matter how fierce the world is, my master hasn't memorized nearly half of the world's crimes.

How about goodness ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ How about fierce, can we still distinguish these things in this world?

She no longer thought about the weird old man, walking towards Xianyang.

After Gu Nan left, the old man appeared there again, holding his hands, looking at the back of her leaving, looking heavy.

The "sword" can really be said to be the fierce soldier in the world, and he bears the **** debt.

Thinking of this, he shook his head, so fierce sword, it is better not to be included in the sword spectrum.

The old man left silently, as if to find the next sword. As to whether he was looking for the real sword or the person who used it, it is unknown.

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Lu Buwei was fired from Xianguo's post because of his merits in his predecessor and more good governance since he took office. Many ministers wrote to him in court, but Zheng Zheng didn't kill him, but sent him out of Xianyang and let him go to his own land in Hebei.

Lu Buwei left from Xianyang and walked up the Weihe River. He looked back at the city of Xianyang and should be the last.