On the edge of Yishui, there was no one for a long time. Only the eagle is flying.
The water flowed eastward for a long time, and then the wind started. The wind is not very strong, but it blows to the west. The eagle went against the wind and stubbornly flew east. So is the fish.
This is a common plain in the north. So you can see a few white spots coming slowly in the distance. This is Zhao Yan, no, it should be said that it is the border between Yan and Qin.
The eagle seemed tired and stopped.
The white spots are getting bigger and bigger, so big that one of the black spots can be seen. It's near. Here we are. They stopped, and so did the carriage.
A man came out of the car, dressed in white, but his brow was a little more heroic, which was out of proportion. It's Yan Dan.
Dan walked to the man in black. He walked straight, but there seemed to be no one else in his eyes. At this time, many Wei Ying swordsmen only became foil. But there is no resentment in their eyes. What they see cannot be expressed in words, but they are equally proud.
Dan still didn't say a word. What he should have said has already been said. Now he is facing his closest friend, Jing Ke. He knows the consequences of going there. Success or failure, I will die, and I must die. If possible, he may change places with me. But it's only possible. In Dan's mind, which is more important, country or friends? Maybe he doesn't even know it.
He is still looking at the cave.
His face was as cold as a stone, and the wind blew his clothes, making the only sound at this time, and then he was drowned.
It's moving away from the building.
When they are still killing dogs, they always get away from beating dogs, singing and singing.
"A strong man anger, don't cry. He is kind, river's lake is fast ... "
The swordsman behind the chariot cried.
I have a big box in my hand, and everyone knows what it is. But everyone would rather not know.
Ke's left hand still holds the sword. He accompanied him for fifteen years, from his fledgling days, to retiring from the market, to being a guest of the prince, until now. He kept it. If he had to choose between the sword and his life, he would not hesitate to choose the sword.
Wu Yang, on the other hand, has been trembling, and no one will look down on him. Everyone knows Wu Yang or Wu Yang, but this is his bottom line.
Ke kept looking ahead, but didn't see the fading figure. Step forward and sing:
"The wind is rustling and xiao Xi is cold, and the strong man will never return to Xi!"
With that, he strode forward, leaving only the crowd behind him and the generous thump.
After a long time, everyone left.
The eagle flew again and suddenly let out a scream, piercing the cold of autumn. Finally, it fell into Yishui, was carried by the water with the fish, and gradually moved eastward.