China, northern border.
Where there should have been troops stationed and patrolling, now there is only a simple wooden house, which looks like it was made of local materials and piles of tattered wood picked up nearby.
It's hard to imagine whether this kind of house can withstand a strong gust of wind, or whether it may collapse with just a punch.
But for the men in this high-risk house, these issues don't need to be considered at all.
The facilities in the wooden house are extremely simple, including a wooden table, a chair, a teapot, and a cup.
And silently lowering his head and drinking cheap tea, one person, one knife.
"Beep...beep..."
The man's cell phone only had the busy signal of being hung up, but he did not put it down and still kept the phone to his ear.
a long time.
"Hoo~"
The man slowly exhaled a breath of hot air and casually put the phone back into the lining of his clothes. His silent and stern face slowly lifted up, revealing a small scar at the corner of his eye.
"Boom - bang!"
The ceiling of the simple wooden house suddenly exploded, and then the entire house collapsed instantly, followed by several sounds of breaking through the air, and several sounds of extremely vicious hatred.
"You alone dare..."
"The time of death has come, your king..."
"Do you still remember..."
"Noisy."
The man put down the teacup in his hand, raised his head slightly, and said softly with an indifferent expression.
There was complete silence, and all sounds ceased.
The original simple wooden house disappeared. In the noisy wind, there was only one person, one table, one pot, one cup, and one knife. It seemed like it had been like this from the beginning.
The man listened quietly for a while, then lowered his head and continued to slowly drink the steaming tea in his cup.
It was obviously a temperature of more than ten degrees below zero, but the man didn't notice it at all. He just lowered his head and slowly continued to drink cheap tea.
Cup after cup.
The pot of tea was quickly finished. The man raised his head and glanced in front of him with an indifferent expression. Then he stood up and slowly picked up the knife in his hand that seemed to have never been unsheathed.
"No one is allowed to enter the Chinese territory ahead without permission."
"Trespassers shall be punished."
The man said softly, then turned and left.
After he turned around, it seemed as if the wind had passed through here again, slightly blowing the remaining hot air on the teacup.
The man paused, as if remembering something. He stopped and turned around, and the sound of the wind was silent.
The man returned to the table, folded the table, packed away the cheap-looking teapot and teacups, carried the knife in his hand behind his back, turned around and strode away.
The sound of wind gradually picked up and became noisy.
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In Kyoto, at the end of a somewhat remote alley, there is an ordinary-looking courtyard house.
But only when you walk in will you find a different world.
There is a tall and lush sycamore tree in the courtyard. It is obviously not suitable for the season, but it grows extremely tall and gives people a sense of the vicissitudes of life at a glance.
Under the tree is an Eight Immortals table, which seems to be made of some kind of jade. At this time, an old man and a young man are sitting opposite each other, seemingly chatting.
"It looks like it's almost over."
The young man said casually. His hair seemed to be tied up with an ancient hairpin, and the head shape was a bit weird. It looked like a Han-style male crown ceremony, and it was a bit taller than it. There were a few details. Everywhere is different, with a different kind of beauty and nobility.
This kind of nobility is also reflected in the young man's clothes. He is covered in a black robe. Except for the cuffs and collar, there are some gold threads woven into several patterns. The rest is solemn black, which looks extremely noble.
In other words, this young man himself exudes a noble and majestic temperament from head to toe that makes people unable to help but surrender.
"That's exactly what you said."
The old man sitting opposite him bowed his head in salute and answered respectfully.
"Don't be so restrained. Today is a day to be happy. Look, I've been paying attention to taking care of myself recently. How about it, Xiao Li? Can't you tell that I am already forty years old?"
The old man named Xiao Li had a wry smile on his face, then stood up and saluted solemnly again.
"You are really good at taking care of your beauty. You look like you are in your twenties. You are in your prime and unparalleled."
The old man praised it effusively.
"I flattered you so much, Xiao Li, please pay attention next time."
The young man looked down at his clothes, a flash of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he said casually.
"That's what you said."
"Xiao Li, why are you so elegant? I am an old antique. Now I am entertaining my body and mind every day. I watch videos, watch TV dramas, dance to disco, karaoke and dance. Why are you so rotten? Can you be younger and have a more positive attitude towards life?" Do you understand?"
The old man had a wry smile on his face and really didn't know how to reply. He just continued to bow respectfully and looked at the tall and lush sycamore tree in the courtyard with a flash of envy in his eyes.
"I am in my twilight years, and the times are developing too fast. People like me who can't keep up are destined to be abandoned. Only people like you can establish a great and successful hegemony."
"A great success?"
The young man whispered, then shook his head and let out a long sigh.
"If it's wrong, it's wrong. There's no reason."
"You don't have to..."
"Xiao Li, how long have we known each other?"
"It's been more than sixty years since you woke up, right?"
The old man's eyes were full of nostalgia and he spoke respectfully.
"It's been more than sixty years. It's been so long in a blink of an eye. Now, Xiao Li, you must leave me, just like them."
The young man straightened his robes, looked at the sycamore tree in the courtyard, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and laughed softly.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then his eyes became moist, and he knelt down tremblingly on the ground. His voice was full of trembling,
"I'm sorry! I'm really sorry! I, Li Yiquan, will never forget your kindness in my life, but please forgive me..."
"Xiao Li, what are you doing? Don't you want me to shorten my life?"
The young man joked with a smile, stretched out his hand and picked up the old man,
"This is your own choice, Xiao Li. It's too late for me to be happy for you, so how could I blame you? We have been friends for so many years!"
The old man lowered his head, his hands full of wrinkles and calluses tightly holding a boy-like palm, sobbing.
"I... I'm really selfish. I clearly promised... I promised to follow... follow you and see... see..."
"No need, Xiao Li, haven't you seen this already? It's a pity that your future is not going to be easy. Next time we meet, you may not be you anymore. It's really a pity."
"No! How could I forget you, even if..."
"Don't cry, Xiao Li. You are such a big man. You are almost seventy. Why are you still acting like a child? Once you have made a decision, you must keep going. The most important thing is not to leave any regrets. Don't Just do what I did back then, and you can take this too."
The young man said with a smile, and casually took out a piece of jade seal and gave it to the old man.
"This...this, I can never accept it. How can I use you..."
"Just take it when I tell you. There's so much nonsense. I made a mistake once before. I thought this thing was some kind of treasure. In fact, it's not as practical as a cup of instant noodles."
The young man laughed at himself, and then without any explanation, handed the jade seal to the old man. He looked back at the sycamore tree in the courtyard, his eyes full of nostalgia and regret.
"Today is such a happy day! Yohoo, I have decided to eat braised beef instant noodles tonight, add Kuala potato chips, and watch a comedy movie by the way. Ah! Life is so beautiful!!"
The old man's eyes were red. He looked at the figure of the young man standing under the sycamore tree in front of him. He knelt down and kowtowed a few times. Then he stood up and bowed solemnly before turning and leaving.
"It's this familiar feeling again. I'm somewhat used to it, but I seem to have done something right this time..."
Under the sycamore tree, the young man never looked back, he just looked up at the lush canopy of the tree and smiled softly, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly and his eyes filled with nostalgia.
"An old friend is leaving, but it seems that an old friend is coming."
Under the tree, the young figure seemed to blend into this courtyard, like a beautiful picture from ancient times to the present, as if it had always been like this.
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Secret realm.
"Ah sneeze!"
In Xiang's house, Xiang Yu sneezed unconsciously, then with a serious look on his face, he continued to play with a large iron pot with his head down. Next to it was a mountain of firewood, as well as various vegetables, mushrooms, etc. also piled into a small mountain.
"I don't know what happened to the eldest brother and the second brother. Afang Palace is so obvious, so he shouldn't be going the wrong way. And I feel that the second brother seems to be quite strong, even more powerful than me when I was in my heyday, and there is definitely no danger. ."
Snap!
The big man Xiang Yu muttered to himself while adding firewood to the iron pot.
"Should I say it, my eldest brother is really good at cooking. In addition to hot pot, there are so many delicious foods. I heard from my second brother that my eldest brother is best at noodles, but can noodles be delicious with meat?"
Xiang Yu thought with anticipation. He was completely captured by the food, but he had completely accepted his identity as the third brother and was content with it.
It is hard to imagine that the Overlord of Western Chu, who was once famous throughout the ages and admired and worshiped by countless people, has probably become a complete foodie now.
Maybe Mr. Zhao's cooking recipes are too magical, or maybe a certain monkey hair's brainwashing missionary is too successful.
In short, at this time, the big man Xiang Yu was looking serious, cooking the pot, watching the fire, washing the ingredients, just waiting for his eldest brother and second brother to come back, and then continued to eat a delicious hot pot meal.
"boom!"
"Hey, eldest brother, second brother! You are back!"
Xiang Yu, a big man with a smile on his face, quickly stood up and went out to greet him.
"Sorry, brother Xiang Yu."
Old Sun changed his usual excitement, his eyes were sad, and he said with some difficulty.
"What's the matter?"
Xiang Yu looked confused.
I pulled the horse and followed behind Lao Sun, but the beautiful woman on the horse disappeared quietly.
"Sorry, Xiang Yu, I couldn't bring Yu Ji back, she, she has..."
My face was heavy and my heart was filled with sadness.
