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"With my three-foot sword, I destroyed the heroes, conquered the four seas, defeated the Turks, conquered Silla, and conquered the Western Regions. For three generations, I created a prosperous age unprecedented in China. I should be the first person in the Tang Dynasty!" Li Shimin said with pride and ambition. "I, Changsun Wuji, amend the laws of the Tang Dynasty and assist Mingjun. I hold the power of writing, which can be subordinate to one person and surpass tens of thousands of people!" Changsun Wuji looked down at the world and said solemnly. "Ahem!" Li Yuan came slowly and glanced at the two of them. "I am the second in the Tang Dynasty!" Li Shimin quickly retreated behind Li Yuan. "I am the third, I am the third..." Changsun Wuji quickly lowered his head. Li Yuan glanced at the two people behind him and nodded with satisfaction. "I seek immortality, rule the world, and save the common people. This is the imperial pattern! Do you understand?"

I am Cao Ang. That's right, it's the Cao Ang who died in the Battle of Wancheng! Opening his eyes and coming to the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cao Ang grinned when he looked at the swarthy Cao Cao. With such a start, he could predict life and death. I wonder what else in the world could scare him! He would run wildly on his horse and be invincible, and that would be it! But... Cao Ang, who was killed at the beginning, was stunned!

"The rolling Yangtze River passes by, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone, but the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red for a few times. The white-haired fisherman on the river is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are all made up of jokes." Ning Rong stood with his hands behind his back, white clothes beat the snow, and the clothes were fluttering. He looked at the rolling Yangtze River in front of him with a long and deep gaze, and couldn't help but sigh. "Master's words have a profound meaning. They tell the story of the rise and fall of ancient and modern times. Probably... Only a person as indifferent and clear-minded as master can recite such a witty saying!" The young man in green clothes looked at the figure in front of him with admiration for Ru Mu, turned around and asked, "Master has heaven in his heart. "Come on?" Ning Rong looked up at the sky, with the demeanor of a noble man, and suddenly turned around and pouted: "It's none of my business, it's not bad if you have a stutter." Looking at Ning Rong's retreating figure, the corner of the young man's mouth twitched, and he sighed helplessly, he is not a kind person...

A man born in troubled times should carry a three-foot sword and make immortal achievements!

The Northern and Southern Dynasties were at war with each other, and the ancient kingdoms were covered by carriages thousands of miles away. A war broke out between the Northern Wei Dynasty and the Northern Wei Dynasty. Once the clouds cleared, the sky would be visible again. This is a passionate era, where an unprecedented power-chasing game is about to take place. There are betrayals and conspiracies here, but he was involved in this year. He is Tang Xiu, the founder of Daliang Tangmen.

The Northern and Southern Dynasties were at war with each other, and the ancient kingdoms were covered by carriages thousands of miles away. A war broke out between the Northern Wei Dynasty and the Northern Wei Dynasty. Once the clouds cleared, the sky would be visible again. This is a passionate era, where an unprecedented power-chasing game is about to take place. There are betrayals and conspiracies here, but he was involved in this year. He is Tang Xiu, the founder of Daliang Tangmen.

"The rolling Yangtze River passes by, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone, but the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red for a few times. The white-haired fisherman on the river is used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are all made up of jokes." Ning Rong stood with his hands behind his back, white clothes beat the snow, and the clothes were fluttering. He looked at the rolling Yangtze River in front of him with a long and deep gaze, and couldn't help but sigh. "Master's words have a profound meaning. They tell the story of the rise and fall of ancient and modern times. Probably... Only a person as indifferent and clear-minded as master can recite such a witty saying!" The young man in green clothes looked at the figure in front of him with admiration for Ru Mu, turned around and asked, "Master has heaven in his heart. "Come on?" Ning Rong looked up at the sky, with the demeanor of a noble man, and suddenly turned around and pouted: "It's none of my business, it's not bad if you have a stutter." Looking at Ning Rong's retreating figure, the corner of the young man's mouth twitched, and he sighed helplessly, he is not a kind person...