Chapter 496 The biggest surprise on April Fool’s Day!

[A high mountain, a low rock, a new spring, an ancient pine, a red fire, a pot of green tea, an old man, and a young man.

"What is the most terrifying weapon in the world?"

The young man asked the old man: "Is this the flying knife of Xiao Li who has always been successful?"

"Maybe it was before, but it's not now!"

"Why?"

"Because since Xiao Li Tanhuaxian left, this kind of weapon has become useless!"

The old man sighed sadly: "From now on, there will no longer be people like Xiao Li Tanhua in the world, and there will no longer be weapons like Xiao Li's flying knife!"

The young man looked up at the high mountains and saw the white clouds lingering on the top of the mountains.

"What is the most terrifying weapon in the world right now?"

The young man asked the old man again: "Is it Mr. Lan Da's ancient sword from the Blue Mountains?"

"no!"

"Is it the big iron cone of the South China Sea Divine Sword King?"

"no!"

"Is it the silver gun of Manager Feng of Guandong Sunset Racecourse?"

"no!"

"Is it the Feixing Yue Dao that was used to kill the eight bandits on the HD ancient road three years ago?"

"no!"

"I remembered!"

The young man said with great confidence: "It's Yang Zheng's parting hook; it must be Yang Zheng's parting hook!"

"No!"

The old man said: "Although the weapons you mentioned are all terrible, they are not the most terrible ones!"

"What's the scariest one?"

"It's a box!"

"A box?"

The young man was extremely surprised: "The most terrifying weapon in the world today is a box!"

"Yes!"】

Liu Tingchang was fascinated by the prologue. It was not until Hong Dabao made a vague sound that Liu Tingchang came back to his senses.

He looked at the excited Hong Dabao, slapped his forehead, and said with a smile:

"Blame me! Blame me! I was fascinated by it. Today's "A Box" is amazing! The last part of "Seven Weapons Series" is very good. I will read it to you!"

【One person, one box.

A silent and ordinary man, carrying an old and ordinary box, silently walked into the ancient city of Chang'an under the setting sun.

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Chang'an.

Zhuo Donglai closed the door and shut out the thousand-year-old wind and snow in the ancient city of Chang'an. He took off his sable cloak made of purple velvet and hung it on a hanger made of red sandalwood branches on his left hand.

, when he turned around, he had picked up a copper fire tongs in his right hand and stirred up the eternal fire in the copper brazier in front of him.

Next to the fire pot is a rosewood chair covered with sable fur. The amethyst bottle on the rosewood table next to the wooden chair is often filled with purple Persian wine.

He only needs to take two steps to sit down and pour a glass of wine.

He likes purple.

He likes famous horses, beautiful women, fine clothes, fine wines, and enjoyment.

He is very picky about everything he does, and everything he does is carefully planned. He never wastes any extra effort or neglects even the details of life.

This is Zhuo Donglai.

He is able to survive to this day, perhaps because he is such a person.

Zhuo Donglai sat down and took a sip of wine.

The exquisite, gorgeous and warm house and the sweet and fragrant wine have completely driven away the coldness in his body.

He suddenly felt very tired.

In order to prepare for tonight's ceremony, he has completely messed up the routine of his life in the past two days.

He must not let any mistake happen in this matter. Any small mistake may lead to a big mistake that can never be repaired. At that time, not only will he regret it for the rest of his life, but his master will also be implicated, and even the world will be implicated.

The overall situation in China will change as a result.

More importantly, he must not let Sima Chaoqun's flourishing career and reputation suffer any blow or damage.

A person who has gradually become an idol in the hearts of heroes in the world is only allowed to succeed in whatever he does, and is not allowed to fail.

The two most intolerable things in Zhuo Donglai's life are "mistakes" and "failures".

Sima Chaoqun is indeed unbeatable.

He rose to prominence at the age of eighteen and has experienced thirty-three battles, big and small, and has never been defeated once.

He is tall, strong, handsome, mighty and forthright, with a clear-cut face and always a hearty smile. Even his enemies have to admit that he is a rare man who will never lack the company of beautiful women.

However, he was equally loyal to his wife, children, and friends, and there was never any scandal involving him.

These are not the things he is most proud of.

The most proud thing in his life is that within two years, with his martial arts, wisdom and bright style of doing things, he convinced the most important people on the line from Heshuo Central Plains to Guandong.

Thirty-nine green forest heroes, from the underworld to the white road, organized into an unprecedented super escort agency in the world, charging reasonable fees to protect the safety of all traveling merchants and travelers on this route.

Under the protection of their "big" dart flag trimmed with purple satin, there was never a single mistake in any dart.

This is an unprecedented and brilliant achievement in the world. This kind of achievement cannot be achieved by relying only on "iron" and "blood".

Now Sima Chaoqun is only thirty-six years old, and he has gradually become an idol in the hearts of heroes——

The undefeated heroic idol.

Only he and Zhuo Donglai know in their hearts how this status was achieved...]

Hong Dabao and Liu Tingchang were quickly immersed in the story and couldn't extricate themselves.

"Seven Weapons Series" opened up the path for a new style of martial arts and is now regarded as a masterpiece in the martial arts world.

For Hong Dabao, who has been ill in bed for a long time, this is his rare spiritual food.

Both of them knew that "A Box" was the last work in the "Seven Weapons Series", so they both cherished it.

It had only been more than ten minutes since Sister Zhao came back from buying vegetables at the street market.

She put the dishes in the kitchen, looked into the bedroom, and found that the two of them were still watching "Seven Weapons Series".

She retreated silently. This moment belonged exclusively to the good brothers Hong Dabao and Liu Tingchang, and Sister Zhao did not want to disturb them.

It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning that Liu Tingchang finally read the ending of "A Box".

[Silently watching the little girl they sent back carrying Pipa into Chang'anju, Xiao Gao and Zhu Meng didn't know what they felt in their hearts.

"I believe she will continue to sing."

Zhu Meng said: "As long as she doesn't die, she will definitely continue to sing."

"I believe too."

Xiao Gao said: "I also believe that if someone doesn't let her sing, she will die."

Because she is a singer, she wants to sing and sing for others. Even though her singing is always so sad and always makes people cry, how can a person understand the true meaning of joy if he does not know the taste of sadness?

How can you cherish life?

So even though she has nothing, she will still survive.

If she can no longer sing, her life will become meaningless.

"What about us?"

Zhu Meng suddenly asked Xiao Gao: "What should we do in the future?"

Xiao Gao didn't answer this question because he hadn't figured out how to answer it yet.

But he suddenly saw the brightness of the sun and the splendor of the earth.

"Of course we have to keep singing!"

Gao Jianfei suddenly puffed up his chest and said loudly: "Although our singing is different from hers, we must continue singing until we die!"

The song of the singer, the dance of the dancer, the sword of the swordsman, the pen of the literati, and the fighting spirit of the hero are all like this. As long as you don't die, you can't give up!
To be continued...