"You and I will go back to the Mercenary City." Wang Zhaojun looked up and looked into the distance: "I must find Li Bai, I have something important to tell him."

"Okay." Han Xin nodded. He didn't ask much. Feihua Pavilion is also a place to collect information. It would be better with the help of Wang Zhaojun.

As dynasties change, what is the long-lasting cycle of life and death?

When the colors were getting better in the past, lanterns of all sizes on Chang'an Street were lit up one by one, reflecting the deep carvings on the street windows. May 5th is the Dragon Boat Festival.

Wang Zhaojun walked slowly with the lantern, followed by Han Xin, using the peony lantern as a guide. The person who brought the news also took a peony lantern, but it was really difficult to find that person among thousands of people.

The news of Feihua Pavilion alternates is that in Chang'an Street in the dark, peony lanterns are marked. It is now the Dragon Boat Festival night, and people are coming and going on Chang'an Street, which is very lively. They have been looking for an hour here.

"Girl, girl, come and have a look." The owner of the lantern shop on the street in Chang'an smiled at Wang Zhaojun and said, "Girl, buy a river lantern!"

"The flowers in the ancient capital are like brocade..." Wang Zhaojun picked up a lotus river lantern.

"Is this to guess a poem?" She pondered with interest. She had been in contact with music scores since she was a child, but she knew very little about this folk poem.

"Looking back at Chang'an, the embroidery is piled up."

Wang Zhaojun turned to look at Han Xin, was surprised for a moment, and then straightened out of the way: "How could you know the answer?"

As far as she knows, Han Xin only practices martial arts and never deals with poetry. At most, he reads some books on military strategy.

"... guessed." Han Xin was a little hesitant, and he couldn't remember how he knew about this poem. Maybe it was influenced by his elder brother. He always forced himself to go to the Jiangnan Poetry Competition Conference. It was a bit incredible for him to go there with a martial artist. It would be better to just guess it casually.

"Guess?" Wang Zhaojun laughed. She pulled out the paper from the river lantern. It turned out to be the poem Chang'an looked back and looked in piles of embroidery.

"Flowers and trees are planted everywhere in Mount Li, and looking back at Chang'an, there are piles of embroidery." Although he had been busy for an hour, he still couldn't find someone with the news, but Han Xin was not impatient at all.

He didn't know who Wang Zhaojun was going to meet, and what news that person was carrying, but he would go back to Mercenary City tomorrow. He learned about the news from Feihua Pavilion before that brother was safe, but where was the elder brother, he still had to rely on the power of Mercenary City to find out the news.

He was much more relieved when he learned that Li Bai was safe.

"Girl, do you want to buy one?" The owner of the lantern shop looked at the two and said with a smile: "The two are so handsome, they are so beautiful, they are in love, buy one, and bless all their wishes come true."

Han Xin was stunned, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared: "You misunderstood, actually we..."

"I want this..." Wang Zhaojun interrupted Han Xin's words, and then took the river lantern and went elsewhere.

Han Xin followed after giving the money.

Although it was night, it was brightly lit, and night fell and the riverside was filled with people.

The soft candlelight on both sides is reflected on the river surface, and many river lanterns have been set aside on the shimmering river surface.

"I heard that putting a river lantern is a way to convey longing." Wang Zhaojun held the river lantern and handed it to Han Xin.

"I have no one to miss, so I'll give it to you."

"No..." Han Xin was a little overwhelmed: "Where is the girl's family?"

"I don't know, I was already in the palace when I was very young. I don't have any relatives in my memory..."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to ask about this..."

Wang Zhaojun smiled but said nothing. Her heart was already at peace with the situation, so what would she mind?

"How could you play Requiem?" Wang Zhaojun asked in confusion.

Last time in Chang'an City, she saw with her own eyes that Han Xin used the Requiem to calm the horse.

"When I was a child, an old man taught me that I was extremely destined and had a very evil spirit. This song can calm my mind and suppress evil spirits."

Han Xin closed his eyes slightly. His mother died when she gave birth to him. His birth morning was his mother's day of worship. During the war, his father took him away to cover the housekeeper and died. Now his sworn brothers are slaughtered all over the family...

"Do you know Requiem?"

Wang Zhaojun nodded: "This song is not something that ordinary people can play."

"That's what kind of person is needed to play."

Wang Zhaojun's eyes moved slightly, and after a moment, she whispered: "Requiem is actually a divine song in the legend of the fairy world."

The sky is bent water, with clouds and sky above and dark abyss below. This is the place where souls wander. It flows into the Forgetful River and is also the junction of the gods and demons. There is a sacred tree called Fuyao Tree, which lives with the heaven and earth. It has survived for nearly a million years. Fuyao Tree sucks spirits and is the place where the ancient fox master practices.

Later, after the battle between gods and demons, the Fox Lord left, and the Fuyao Tree, which had already been cultivated into a spirit, burned himself in order to follow the Fox Lord, and reincarnated with him.

Fuyao, who had not been burned, was made into a piano by the musician of the Immortal Palace, but there was still a trace of residual spirit in this Fuyao. She was arrogant by nature and could not allow others to play herself, so she cut off the Qinxuan. Before Chuxuan, Fuyaoqin played this song by herself.

"I'm afraid only one person in the world has heard this song."

"who"?

"Fuyao himself..."

Wang Zhaojun looked at Han Xin, and the light in her eyes seemed to state that this was not a story, but a fact.

"However, you don't have to care. This is just a myth after all." Wang Zhaojun looked at the Lotus River Lantern in the distance, and her eyes were unpredictable, as if there were many secrets hidden.

"Real and false, false, true and true, true and false, both false and false, and true, the world is full of things, and everything changes unpredictably, and the world changes, what is eternal..." Wang Zhaojun sighed.

"Peony Lantern". Han Xin turned around and looked forward. A man in black walked over with a peony lantern. Looking at his body, he was a man who knew light skills.

"You are here..." Following Han Xin's eyes, Wang Zhaojun also looked over.

The man in black glanced at Han Xin and hesitated.

"He is not an outsider, but it's okay..."

"Miss Diao Chan asked me to bring you a message, and the God of War will appear again soon..."

"I understand." Wang Zhaojun nodded, the man in black retreated, and then disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people.

"He was talking about Lu Bu!?"

Who else can be called the God of War in the ancient moon dynasty?

"Yes, it is the God of War Lu Bu."

"Hasn't he been killed by Zhao Yun long ago?"

"No, he is still alive, and there are too many hidden information in it."

If Lu Bu comes back, then if the war breaks out, he will be the key person to change the situation. In this way, the alliance between the Tianlang Kingdom and the Qinglong Kingdom will be even better with Lu Bu's joining.

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