Spanning thousands of years, at this moment, there is a feeling of being separated from the world.
Those starry eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky.
At this moment, endless time passed and pierced into his heart.
But at this time, he couldn't stay.
This was a place where he was destined not to stay for long.
He just dodged, like a nimble cat, landing not far in front of her, and then disappeared into the vast distance in the night.
Only a back figure is left.
Maybe this time is a moment between him and her that stays in the heart, but it will not be a good memory for each other.
Thousands of miles away, in Chang'an City, the capital of the Tang Dynasty.
Changsun Wuji has left.
This prosperous city is bathed in the peaceful night.
Perhaps there are people with other thoughts secretly moving in the darkness.
But that will all change after tonight.
Yunbo's strange situation will undergo a huge change after this night.
No one can tell whether this is good or bad.
Datang is increasingly deviating from the normal track, or it will deviate from the original track and shine with a different kind of brilliance.
Time is the cheapest thing.
No one will pay anything for it, or put in a lot of effort, but they can never leave its footsteps.
All of this is just in vain.
There is no airtight wall in the world, not to mention that the Cui family has made a lot of noise during this period.
A large group of people are squatting in front of the Cui family at any time.
These people may not be able to penetrate into the Cui family.
It's a high-rise building, but you can bribe a few servants, or climb over the wall to see the excitement.
These small movements are familiar.
To be sent to the door of this first family to keep tabs on, everyone is no simple role.
The Cui family had undergone tremendous changes the night before, and these people were all like cats that had smelled something fishy.
Everyone's hair was on fire, jumping up and down performing a series of vertical and horizontal movements, trying their best to know the real reason.
So on the second day after the incident, the servants of the Cui family who went out to buy groceries, as well as the low walls, all became fragrant buns in the eyes of these people.
Every time someone from the Cui family walks out, someone will come up to chat with them, and there are people stepping outside every section of the courtyard wall.
But they all restrained each other.
Whenever they meet their colleagues, they will abide by the rules of always coming late.
This is also a tacit understanding between them.
After all, although they are secretly the elites of major families.
They even dominate the shady business of their respective families.
But on the surface, they are nothing, just ordinary people.
If they really want to turn against each other, they must not bring unnecessary powerful enemies to their masters.
Besides, there are so many people in the Cui family.
The wall is so long.
Nothing is the same.
Along with these small actions, what happened to the Cui family that night gradually appeared on the desks of the talkers of the major families.
Everyone was either gloating about the misfortune, or looking at the small piece of paper in their hands in stunned silence.
This They really couldn't believe the news, and they wished they could give themselves a few words to convince themselves that they were not in a dream.
The contents of the messages are all similar.
The Cui family suffered a divine punishment a few days ago, and almost all the important people in the family died.
Only a few or those who have accumulated good deeds in normal times managed to escape by chance.
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As for who died, each of these families also received a list, and the one that needs the most attention is the name Cui Chang.
This person is well-known among the big families and the imperial court.
He is the last head of the Cui family and the current head of the family, Cui Jing.
He was a difficult character.
Although he did not serve as an official in Li Tang, he was a very important figure in the court during the pre-Sui Dynasty, and his status was comparable to that of a patron king at that time.
It can be said that the old man stamped his feet at that time, which shocked the entire Sui Dynasty.
But now the old man is dead, and his death is unclear.
According to the news, he was struck by lightning.
But no one in these aristocratic families would take this information seriously.
In their position, no one had done some small tricks behind the scenes, but no one saw it and was punished by God.
How could the Cui family gather all the talkers, big and small, together?
Do they think that being struck by lightning is a blessing from God?
Trying the taste of thunder from the sky, it must be unbelievable.
Then, since they did not die from the so-called divine punishment, it must be man-made.
Thinking of this possibility, these big families all felt chilled.
Who dared to attack the Cui family of Qinghe, who was recognized as the leader of the five surnames and seven hopes?
And he was so ruthless that he almost wiped out all the top members of the family in one pot.
This kind of handwriting can be said to be overwhelming.
But as soon as they thought about it, they broke into cold sweat again, and the clothes at the back of their clothes were soaked with sweat.
What would you do if this lawless guy came to your home and did the same thing?
The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became, so a strange phenomenon appeared in the entire Tang Dynasty, that is, the talkers of all the major families were like rabbits being chased by hounds, hurriedly escaping from their respective family's base camp, and everyone got their share.
Openly, for fear of being cooked in a pot together.
One after another, they offered various conditions to recruit those people from the green forest who would never even look at them, as well as those heroes and heroes.
As long as their skills are adequate, these people will recruit them and provide them with good food and drink.
They only hope that these people can save their lives when they need it.
Li Kuan was riding a little donkey on a remote path.
There were low grasses on both sides of the road, and in the distance were bare fields where wheat had been harvested.
Although there were still bunches of wheat cards, they were gone. vitality.
They completed their mission and gave the hard-working people of Tang Dynasty a year of hope, although this hope may not allow them to persist until the next autumn harvest.
But if they don't starve to death, these kind and honest people will just sit back and let the landowners who dominate them continue to exploit them.
Li Kuan looked at the smoke curling up from the village in the distance and the village children playing happily on the edge of the village.
He felt that the anger and unwillingness in his heart had become much lighter.
He blew up those people in the Cui family.
Although these people wanted to kill him first, it is impossible to say that he did not feel the slightest sense of guilt.
After all, he is not really a murderous devil.
I don’t know any magic skills that rely on human blood to regenerate souls.
He is also a human being, a person of flesh and blood, with his own emotions, angers, sorrows and joys.
After lighting a gunpowder bag and killing a large area, it is impossible for him to still think that he has no regrets.
Only these plain and real life pictures can soothe his turbulent mood.
Maybe there are a few people who have a special place in his life, such as Li Lizhi's tears, Xiao Tianxiang's smile with her bun tilted to one side, and those eyes as bright as stars.
"Uncle, where did you come from?"
Li Kuan didn't pay attention, letting the little donkey on his crotch walk leisurely, and unknowingly came to the small village he saw in the distance.
A little guy poked his head out from behind a pile of wheat straws and looked at the stranger riding a big horse in front of him.
Although he was young, still wearing crotchless pants, and his little face still had traces of dry nose, he still asked.
"Little guy, are you asking me?"
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Li Kuan asked, looking down at the little guy whose body was mostly blocked by a pile of straw, with only a big head sticking out, and pointed at himself with his finger.
"Yeah."
The little head behind the pile of wheat straw nodded like a chicken eating rice.
"I come from the other side of the sky," Li Kuan said, stretching out his hand and pointing to the remaining brightly burning fire clouds on the horizon.
"Uncle, are you a god?"
The little head stretched out his dirty little hand and put his index finger in his mouth.
His big eyes were as clear as a lake in autumn, so clear and refreshing.
"Uncle is not a god, there are no gods in this world."
Li Kuan replied with a smile.
Along the way, he saw a lot of suffering, and also saw countless backbones who did not yield in the face of suffering.
This gave him an unsatisfactory impulse to return to the original Yellow River and settle down the suffering mother and son.
After that, Li Kuan started wandering around the land at a leisurely pace.
At this time, I met a cute child in this place.
"Oh."
The little head was a little disappointed, and this disappointment was unabashedly displayed on his smiling face.
"Little guy, you are so young and you have worries.
You are really a kid."
Li Kuan was in a rare good mood during this period of time and couldn't help but tease this little guy.
He was really an interesting child.
"Uncle, if you were a god, you could call my father back, and my mother wouldn't have to work so hard.
My father has been going up the mountain for many days."
There was a sad expression on the little head's face, as if he had thought of something.
Something that pained his little heart.
"So little guy, what's your name and who is your father?"
Li Kuan got off the donkey and sat under the old locust tree at the head of the village.
This old locust tree was quite old and cracked.
The bark tells of the wind and frost it has experienced over the years, but the lush canopy reveals endless vitality.
"Mom won't let me tell others, my father's name."
The little guy believed Li Kuan in his heart after talking to him for a few words, and walked out from behind the pile of wheat straw.
He was wearing tattered coarse cloth clothes that looked very ill-fitting and obviously too big.
He had no shoes on his feet, and his small feet just stepped on the warm ground.
Although this little guy looked young from the face, he looked like he was only three or four years old, but after walking out of the pile of wheat straw, Li Kuan realized that this kid was quite tall, not far behind the average six or seven-year-old child. .
"But uncle is not someone else.
Didn't you call me uncle?"
Li Kuan teased the little guy.
"Yes."
The little head's brain was obviously not full.
He tilted his head and seemed to be thinking about this serious question.
After thinking for a long time, he didn't take out the fingers in his mouth.
"Then, I will tell my uncle, he is not allowed to tell others," the little head said, but without waiting for Li Kuan's answer, he continued: "My name is Di Renjie":